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Teacher's Pet Ch. 02

By: prittyicklekitty



Dave got into college early. After last night's adventure he could hardly wait to get there. Wanted to see how Miss Cross would be. Would she realise that he had been watching? He kept glancing at the door, waiting for her to come in, knowing that now when he imagined what was under those long skirts of hers he really would know how she looked.

The bell rang, but still no Miss Cross. He was just wondering what had happened, when in walked an older woman and placed a pile of books on the table. "Miss Cross will be absent for the rest of the week. My name is Miss Danvers, I shall be continuing your lessons until she comes back."

Dave's face fell, and the stirring in his trousers subsided. He had been a little wound up about seeing Miss Cross after last night. He looked at Miss Danvers instead, taking in her overall appearance as a first impression. She was taller than Miss Cross, maybe about 5'6" and she wore heels that accentuated her rather shapely ankles. Her skirt sat just above her knees was tight with a split at the back. As she rubbed the board clean, she kicked one leg out to the side slightly and the skirt opened to reveal the slightest hint of lace. MMMMMMM he thought. Stockings! Maybe things weren't so bad after all. 

She turned round to face the class, and Dave noticed a smear of chalk on her blouse just where her nipple would be. It drew his attention to her breasts, which he could see were large and full. She had top 3 buttons of her blouse undone, revealing a very ample cleavage. As she leaned forward to pick up a piece of fallen chalk, gravity pulled her tits and Dave had a good view down the front of her blouse. White satin bra and he was betting sussies to match. Stirring in his trousers again, as he imagined running a hand up inside her skirt, parting her legs as he slid fingertips around the lace of her stockings. Then the smooth soft skin of her inner thigh, his thumb teasing the edge of her panties, a fingertip teasing just underneath on the edge of her pussy lips...

He sat up with a jolt. Had to compose himself, a whole lesson ahead of him. Miss Danvers was back behind her desk. She picked up a book and walked round to the front of the desk, turned to face the class, and slid herself onto the desk. Her legs parted slightly and her skirt hitched up, just long enough to confirm what Dave had hoped. Suspender belt and a flash of white satin panties. He wondered if he could get them nice and wet for her, grinding that nice white satin into her clit, making her moan in ecstasy. He licked his lips at the thought, and glanced up to have a look at her face properly. Hard to get his glance past those tits though! She was older than Miss Cross, forty at least, maybe more but she dressed as if younger. She wore her make up well, in fact didn't need much, she looked like she used a sunbed. He wondered then about white bits, and smiled to himself. She had very intense blue eyes, and her hair was up in that messy, tousled way, with stray strands falling around her face. His favourite hair colour too. A very intense red, helped by a bottle certainly, but she suited it well. He smiled to himself again as he thought... Porn star hair!!!

Her eyes caught his, and for a moment he could imagine looking into them as her lips curled round the tip of his now throbbing cock. Older woman, she would know just what to do with it too. She took his stare and returned it, smiling slightly and knowingly at him. He blushed at the thought of her realising he was daydreaming about her, and looked away, focusing on the now very obvious bulge in his trousers. 

Miss Danvers was having a few thoughts herself. Looks like this is the one Rose had told her about. The one who had been watching her? He wasn't without his charm she supposed. Tall, broad shoulders, and a waist she certainly wouldn't mind wrapping her legs round. She could see him squirm in his seat, and realised she must be having an effect on him. She smiled as she decided to play a game. He looked as though he was struggling to concentrate on the work, so she thought it only right to help him out.

He looked up in time to see Miss Danvers walking towards him. He swallowed hard as she moved behind him and leaned over his shoulder. As she pointed out passages of text, her left breast brushed against his shoulder, and he noticed long manicured nails. Nails he would love to feel digging into his back, or scraping lightly against his balls. He felt them tighten at the thought. He could also smell her perfume, and as he glanced at her mouth from the corner of his eye, he could imagine that pale pink lipstick glistening on the end of his cock. 

Just then the bell rang, the last lesson of the day was over. He didn't leave though, wanting to wait until the class had cleared, hoping the raging hard-on would lessen enough for him to walk out of the class. He didn't hold out much hope though, he needed release and he needed it now!!!! The teacher looked up from her book, stood up and walked over to Dave. "Something I can help you with?" she asked. "Umm no Miss, I don't think so." 

Miss Danvers came closer and looked down at Dave's bulging crotch. "You sure about that sweetie?" H e looked up to see her smiling. "Rose was telling me about you. You know Miss Cross, she's a good friend of mine, a VERY good friend" She raised one leg to sit on Dave's desk, this left her legs apart and a clear view right up her skirt. She reached down to take Dave's hand and placed it on her knee. He started rubbing her leg in small circles and started to move upwards underneath her skirt. She moved her legs apart more as his hand moved higher and he reached that lovely smooth skin at the top of her stockings. He paused there looking up as Miss Danvers then moved so that she was sitting on his desk, legs either side of him feet resting on his chair.

He placed both hands on her knees, as she leaned back, one hand undoing the rest of her blouse buttons, his thumbs travelling up to the edge of her panties. He let them linger there pulling the material away a little, teasing, then slid them both inside both rubbing up + down feeling the wetness of her cunt and her swollen clit. He slid a thumb into her pussy, she was still nice and tight for her age, and nice smooth shaved lips to boot. 

She grabbed his shirt, pulling him to his feet, and pulled his face to hers. They kissed, tongues licking lips then finding each other, nice long deep wet kiss, as he lifted her hips and pulled her panties down. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist as she reached down to undo Dave's trousers and push them down over his hips. She ran her fingers over his bulging calvins, feeling his cock twitch at her touch. She slid her fingers inside, his cock all sticky with pre cum, and flicked her fingertips across the tip of his cock. Then she pushed the underwear down over his hips, her fingers wrapping round his swollen cock, rubbing up and down, then running her fingernails along its length.

She looked up into Dave's eyes as she lightly touched the tip of his swollen member with her tongue, it glistened with pre-cum a tiny sliver of it connecting his cock to her tongue as she pulled away. She pulled forward on his cock, her two hands wrapped round it as she put her mouth to her hands making an exquisite vacuum with a nice hard suck! He gasped as she thrust his whole cock into her mouth and held it there, her tongue rubbing hard on it inside her mouth. The sensation was driving him nuts! and more importantly he was now as hard as he was ever going to be. 

She stood up. By now she had her blouse off, and had pulled her tits out of her bra. She had firm tits for her age, nice big round nipples, which were certainly hardening between his teeth. She held his head in her hands as he started to move lower, using his fingers to expose her clit. He looked up at her as he took the swollen nub in his mouth, and smiled to himself as she moaned louder. He sucked hard then licked softly, driving her wild. But he needed his cock in that wet cunt now. He stood up again and placed the tip against her clit, rubbing it up and down. But then, shook his head, lifted her down off the desk, and turned her round. She bent forward, tits squeezed against the desk, as he positioned her hips to the right angle. He stood back for a moment to admire the view, the smooth pink cunt lips, clit just visible glistening wet between them, further up nice tight asshole. His thumb ran over asshole, making it twitch. He held her hips again, placing his cock at her cunt, sliding in slowly, listening for her gasp. He held it there as she looked back at him, smiling, urging him to start pumping her cunt.

He started slowly at first, feeling the walls rub against his cock. He gave her ass a spank, making her jump and moan a little. He liked seeing his pink handprint there. Fucking harder now, banging her so hard against the wooden desk that it was moving forward with every thrust. She moaned loudly each time he rammed his cock in, but he slowed as he felt himself close to cumming. Wanted them to cum together. She started to arch her back, and he knew she was close. He got faster again as he felt the first shudder, then paused just before he came hard inside her now soaking wet cunt. He leaned forward against her back, feeling her breath heavily against him, her body shaking with every breath. 

She moaned gently as he pulled his spent cock from her pussy, a slight trickle of his cum mixed with hers ran down from her cunt to the top of her thigh. He smiled as he surveyed the view, as she looked round and said sharply... "Mr. Smith! Are you still with us Mr. Smith? Would seem that you didn't get enough sleep last night!"

He jumped in his seat, disorientated for a moment as the realisation hit him. He had been asleep, it was all a dream...

Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



Grace had never enjoyed chemistry as a field of study. For some ridiculous reason, though, an extra couple of science credit hours were required for her Business Administration degree. So, having little to choose from and almost no experience in science, she chose chemistry as her final science course. Best get it out of the way now, while she was still a college sophomore, than have to worry about it next year or the year after.

She’d had to have a tutor the whole semester. Chemistry completely confused her. What the hell was an O2 and why didn’t they just call it oxygen, for Christ’s sake? Sodium Chloride? What the fuck was that? Just call it salt already, that’s what it is! She wanted to bang her head on her desk every time she had to learn some new abbreviation or chemical code or some such nonsense. Her tutor treated her like she should still be in high school: “You DID take science in high school, didn’t you? Did you pay attention at all?”

Ugh. She wanted to choke him. Snooty-ass brainiac dork who probably didn’t have any friends in high school and more than likely was still a virgin. Or at least that’s what she told herself, to make herself feel better.  Sometimes she fantasized how much fun it would be to seduce him and fuck his brains out, just to show him a thing or two about what she really does know. But that was just a fantasy, and besides, she’d have to be dead before she fucked a nerdy guy like him.

Not at all like Ben, with whom she’d grown much closer since their first tryst together. Nothing romantic had developed, just a strengthening of their friendship and their shared bond, not to mention the sexual benefits they still enjoyed. Their after-class chats became longer and more often, and they had even begun calling each other late at night, after Monica and the kids had gone to bed. They were very discreet in class, though. Everyone knew they were friends, but no one knew the true extent of their student-teacher relationship.

So it happened, that one day after class they were talking as usual, chattering about nonsense the way friends can do.

“So my fucking chemistry tutor can pretty much bite my ass,” Grace was saying. “He thinks he’s big shit because he’s on student council.”

“You heard about the student council wanting to erect a statue in the front, right?” Ben offered.

“Yeah, something about a tribute to the founder of the school. It’s completely retarded,” Grace sneered.

“Why’s that?”

“Give me a break, Ben. Do you even know who the founder of the school is?”

He gave a long pause before breaking into a laugh. “No, I don’t.”

“Exactly. No one does! And they want to build a statue that everyone will look at and go, ‘Who the hell is that?’”

Ben laughed again. “Yeah, I guess that is kind of retarded.”

“See? I’m right again.”

He gave a lift to his eyebrows. “Right again, you say? What makes you think you’re ever right to begin with?”

“Bah!” she cried, going to kick him, but he dodged. “I was right when I started fucking you, wasn’t I?”

Suddenly he was right in her face, pressed against her, his hands holding her wrists behind her back. He was nuzzling her neck. “You’re damn right, you were,” he growled. “And you still have no idea how hard I get when you look at me the way you do during class.”

“Don’t I?” she whispered.

“You don’t see me get up from my desk when you’re wearing one of those skirts, do you?”

He had a point.

She was wearing one of those skirts today, and purposely at that, and he was right, he hadn’t moved from his desk since the beginning of class.

He went on, “I don’t move from that spot, I don’t want anyone to see the raging hard on I’m sporting thanks to you. You’re making my job very difficult, you know.” To punctuate, he pushed against her, grinding his rock-hard cock into her thigh. 

“I’m such a bad girl,” she said, throwing a bit of a mocking tone into her voice.

“Damn right. And I think I need to punish you for it.”

A rush of blood filled her pussy, making it swell, and her clit hardened instantly. A trickle of wetness seeped out of her, her panties soaking it up. “Do I have to go to detention, professor?” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Get your ass in my office, right now. I’ll be there in a minute.” When she could only stare at him, he slapped her on the ass and yelled, “MOVE!”

She bolted to his office and shut the door. What did he have in mind for her? They had recently talked about secret dom/sub fantasies. Was he going to try those out? Her heart pounded and her pussy grew still wetter as she pondered the possibilities. She crossed the room to the little sofa and sat gingerly on the edge, staring at the door as if she could force him through it with her gaze. What was taking him so long? After a moment, she couldn’t stand it any more; she leaned back against the sofa, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and began to finger her hard little clit. She dipped her fingers in her hole for lubrication, and circled the tip of her finger around her clit. Jesus, she was hot. She hadn’t been this horny or this wet until she sat in Ben’s class, listening to him lecture, wishing he would get up and pace so she could check out his ass. But he didn’t get up, and it was because he was so hard, and he was hard because of her, and that only turned her on more. She doubled the speed of her assault on her clit, thinking she might cum before Ben arrived. Still holding her panties aside with her free hand, she managed to wiggle one of those fingers into her pussy, fingering herself while she jerked off her clit.

And this is the way Ben found her when he opened his office door: spread open on the sofa, rubbing her clit with one hand, and simultaneously holding aside her panties and fingering herself with the other. Talented girl, he thought.

She jerked her eyes open and froze when she heard the door. He’d caught her! She felt the color rush to her face. No one had ever seen her masturbate before.

He smiled. He understood the vulnerability she had to be feeling, and wasn’t going to use that to his dominant advantage. “Don’t stop,” he said gently. “You look beautiful.”

Slowly her tension faded and her focus on her pussy returned. She kept her eyes on Ben, who kept his eyes fixed to her. She wormed her finger deeper inside her, marveling at how much wetter she’d gotten since Ben came in, and continued massaging her clit. This would be so much easier with a vibrator, she thought, but her hands would do for now, as Ben seemed to be enjoying the show very much. He was rubbing his cock through his wrinkle-free khakis, the erection visible under his hand. After a minute he unzipped his pants and took his cock out, stroking it firmly, watching her all the while.

The sight of him leaned against the door with his cheeks flushed, his eyes fixed on her dripping pussy, fondling his own cock, made her that much wetter, and she sped up her strokes on her clit even more. For some reason she couldn’t quite understand, she loved the way he looked jerking himself off. It made her want to cum for him, really give him something he could get off on. She removed her hands from her pussy only long enough to slip her panties completely off, spreading her legs even wider now, and shoving three fingers inside herself, rubbing her clit furiously.  He stroked his dick a little faster as she went, having no intention of cumming just yet, but being too turned on to do anything else. 

Suddenly her breath quickened, and she muttered, “Oh my god…”

“That’s it, Grace…Let me see you get yourself off…Show me what a horny little bitch you are…”

She absolutely loved the tone of his voice when he talked to her like that! It was enough to send her over the edge, the orgasm seizing her firmly as she cried out. 

“Ooooh, yeah…That looks great, baby…” Ben’s mouth literally watered as he watched her buck her hips under her own touch, her face reddened by her orgasm. “Beautiful.”

She recovered slowly, opening her eyes to see him smiling at her, still stroking his cock. “I’ve…never done that before…” she whispered.

“I know. I could tell. You were so surprised when I came in, like you’d…well, like you’d been caught masturbating!” They both laughed. “But you looked so hot, Grace, I swear. I’m so hard right now I’d probably break a window if I ran into it.”

She threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, both items falling to the floor. “Why don’t you bring that big hard cock over here?”

He crossed the room, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants as he did so. He stepped out of his pants as he reached the sofa, towering over her. She pulled him forward until he was leaning over the couch, supporting his weight with his hands on the back of the sofa. She nibbled him hungrily all over, from his neck to his nipples, down his stomach to his cock. She twirled her tongue around the end of his cock, and he let out a long, low moan. Encouraged by this, she ran her tongue all the way down his cock in a spiral, bringing more sounds of pleasure out of him. 

Suddenly a better idea occurred to her; she lifted up a little and placed his cock firmly between her breasts, squeezing them together, perfectly nestling it. “Oh holy god,” he whispered.

“Fuck them,” she begged. “Fuck those pretty little tits.”

He didn’t hesitate. He began thrusting his cock in its envelope of tits, and she bent her face down to catch the head of his cock in her mouth. The feel of her mouth on the end of his dick after its traveling through the tunnel of her cleavage was such a sensation-change, it brought him more quickly to the edge – too quick for his liking, but he wasn’t about to stop or slow down. This was simply too good.

“Couldn’t wait, could you,” he whispered to her. “You couldn’t wait for me to come get you, you had to start playing with your pussy as soon as you were alone, didn’t you?” She moaned and nodded, her mouth closing over his cockhead. “You’re such a horny little slut, and I love that about you…” He felt the orgasm building, his breath quickening. “You ready for a big load shot all over you, little cumslut?” he grunted, and before she could think about answering, he had pulled back far enough to take his cock in his hand again, and jerk himself to the finish, shooting his thick juice in spurts on her breasts, her cheeks, her chin. She held her mouth open for it, catching what she could, licking the rest from her fingers as she gathered it.

With a loud groan, he flopped onto the sofa next to her, sighing contently. “I love a good tit fucking,” he said, grinning at her.

She grinned back, leaning against him. "Was it that good?"

“You kidding? It was awesome. Especially that whole sucking on the end part. True porn-star quality, there.” He tossed his arms around her, gathering her to him. “But I was all prepared to be dominant and give you a spanking and everything, and seeing you like that when I walked in, I just totally forgot everything I’d planned, and got all wrapped up in watching you pleasure yourself. You see what you do, woman?”

She giggled, settling against him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He stroked her hair lightly, holding her close.

After a pause, she ventured, “You ever tell anyone about us?”

He pulled back to look down at her, his brow furrowed. “Who would I tell, Grace?”

“I don’t know…bar buddies…strip club buddies, that kind of thing, I guess.”

“Have you told anyone?”

“Of course not. But girls are a little different, you know, we don’t have the locker-room talks quite as much.”

“Are you saying you want me to tell someone?”

She paused. “Someone…who doesn’t know you…doesn’t know me…doesn’t know anything about us, except that I’m the best lay you’ve ever had.”

So that’s what this is about, he thought. “You want to know that I’ve bragged about you.”

“It’s the only way to be sure a guy really enjoys the sex,” she confirmed. “He can tell the girl all he wants to that she’s good, and he loves it, and all that, but until he’s taken it back to his buddies and bragged about the sex or the blowjobs or whatever, you never know for sure.”

He had to admit, she had the guy mentality down pat. “Well, sweetheart, I haven’t exactly taken it back to my buddies, because pretty much all of my friends know you, or at least know you’re a student of mine, and they also know I’m married, and would probably go to Monica with it. And I don’t want to open that can of worms until I’ve got the fish to feed them to, know what I mean?”

She nodded.

“But,” he went on, “I have mentioned to a couple of people who’ve noticed my change in mood, that I’m having the best sex of my life, which is very true.” He smiled down at her.

She beamed, and squeezed him. “I just want to know that you enjoy my body as much as I enjoy yours,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“I think we’re pretty well matched,” he replied, taking a quick lick at her nipple.

She pulled back, catching his face in her hands. “Ben, look. There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.”

He leaned back, getting serious. “Okay.”

She took a deep breath. “I’ve got something to tell you, and I’m telling you only because I respect you, and I want your respect for me to continue, and if you have any qualms about it, I won’t go through with it, I’ll drop it altogether.”

He looked puzzled. “Okay, I suppose you’ll elaborate on that?”

“Of course.” She paused again, looking for wording. Finally she said, “I have developed a bit of a crush on my chemistry professor.”

A laugh escaped him. “Sydney Hargrove? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I am not kidding!” She swatted him. “He’s very attractive.”

“Okay, he’s attractive, but he’s still a geek, always has been.  With a name like Sydney, you’re cursed at birth to be a geek forever.”

She laughed. “Well, I wanted to tell you about it, because I’m thinking about trying to…” she trailed off.

“You want to seduce the geek, don’t you?” An impish grin lit his face.

“Don’t make fun of me, bastard. It’s hard enough admitting it to you.”

He straightened his face. “I’m sorry. But if you’re worried about how I feel about it, don’t. I’m not offended, and I’m not worried. You and I have never sworn exclusivity, and even though I don’t plan to take on any more projects, you’re free to do as you will, obviously. Besides, I’m pretty sure he can’t fuck you like I can.”

“Probably not,” she said, smiling.  “Why don’t you remind me again, just how you do fuck me?”

He leaned into her, taking a breast in his hand and kissing her neck. “I would love to.”

******************

Two days later, she had to go to Chem. She made sure she looked fuckable in her cutest denim miniskirt with the attached chain belt and a black halter-top. Were the boots too much, should she stick to the 2-inch sandals with the ballet-slipper ribbons? Yeah, the ribbons made her calves look cute, too, she liked them. She wound her hair into a messy French twist and shoved a hair stick through it. She loved her curly hair; it would stay up all day with just a hair stick holding it. A little black G-string thong would just barely cover her already-wet pussy during class, and the skirt was short enough to give Prof. Hargrove a peek if he was observant enough to look.

She got to class ten minutes early to get a good seat in the front. Prof. Hargrove emerged from his office a few minutes later, surprised to see her. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Crawford. Here early today, I see! And sitting in the front! Is this April Fool’s Day?” he quipped.

She smiled innocently. “No, sir, I’m just really struggling and I need to concentrate more, that’s all. I can concentrate better up here.”

“Isn’t your tutor helping you?”

“No, not really. He’s mostly good for making me feel like an idiot.”

“Hmmm. I’ll have to talk to him about that. But you’re no idiot, Miss Crawford, you do know that, don’t you?”

“Thank you, sir. To be honest, I feel like an idiot in this class. But I think I can catch on enough to get a decent grade.” She leaned forward just a bit, and uncrossed her legs in a move bold enough to be noticed, but subtle enough to be innocent looking. “I wonder if there’s anything extra I can do to help my grade?”

She very distinctly caught him glancing under her skirt, and his flushed face confirmed her suspicion. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I’m sure we can find something that will help you, Miss Crawford.”

“Professor, please, call me Grace.” She smiled demurely.

His blush deepened. “All right, Grace.”

Students began to filter in, so their conversation was cut off. The lectures began, and Grace watched him closely, the way she watched Ben.  She knew very well that her desire to conquer Prof. Hargrove had nothing to do with her grade (Ben, for the record, did not hurt or help her grade based on their relationship), but she would use just about anything to break him down. She knew exactly how to handle shy guys. She let him catch her staring every now and then, analyzing his body, which was built well as she observed. Not too tall, about five-ten maybe, and a little scrawny, but well defined. Nice shoulders, very nice ass, and she was willing to bet there were some pretty tight abs lurking under his crisp button-down shirt. Her eyes drifted toward his pelvic region, and as she wondered how big he was, she could feel herself swelling again, her pussy dripping juice into her panties. She wiggled in her chair, counting the minutes till class was over, when she could launch her assault.

She had an idea, and discreetly reached down and untied the ribbons on her right sandal. The ribbons fell, hanging free until class was finally dismissed. At this point, she began writing furiously in her note pad, as if she had been taking notes for quite some time, and was trying to finish up quickly. She wrote until the room had emptied, when she began to gather her books and “leave”. Her heart pounded, hoping her plan would work.

It was easier than she expected. She had planned to “trip” over her untied ribbons, but as soon as she’d stood up, Prof. Hargrove said, “Oh, Miss Crawford, your sandal has come untied.”

She feigned surprise. “Oh! Silly me. Thank you, Professor.” She lifted her foot and placed it on her chair, which served to raise her skirt to a point that her panties were quite visible. And here was another advantage to her sandals: they took quite a while to wind up her leg before she could tie them. She could feel the professor’s intense gaze on her as she worked at fixing her shoe, and she was trying very very hard to ignore it.

She finished her shoe and smiled at the professor, who was now visibly hard, but she pretended not to notice. He blushed again. 

“Thanks again,” she said. “I might have tripped over them, and that would have been embarrassing!”

He chuckled nervously. “Indeed.”

“So professor,” she went on, as if nothing had happened, “we were talking about extra things I might do to help my grade out, remember?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, I remember. Ahem. Er, what sort of projects did you have in mind?”

Way to leave the door wide open, slugger, she thought. “Well,” she said, slowly approaching the front of the room, “I know I’m not doing well on tests. And I know my essays are mediocre at best, and projects suck, and my tutor isn’t helping…”

By now she had closed the distance between them, and she could sense the tension coming from him. She had a feeling he knew what she wanted, which was just as well. Because she also had a feeling he was going to give it to her.

“I can think of only one thing to do,” she said to him.

His voice was barely a whisper. “And what’s that?”

She looked into his eyes for one quick second before she covered his lips with hers, feeling the shock go through him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair.  She felt him gradually relax as she continued the kiss, his arms slowly circling her waist, until finally he was pulling her closer to him, pressing himself against her, returning the kiss with equal fervor. He did have a natural touch, she thought, but he was still tense. She broke the kiss to nibble at his neck and ear, and she whispered, “Let’s go to your office.”




Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



Music pounded into my ears as I walked across campus to my drawing class. My messenger bag slung across my chest dug into my shoulder with its heavy weight, reminding me of the project due at the end of the week. My knee length skirt swirled around me as I turned with the music, dancing with no one, just the music in my ears.

When I came back to facing forward, He was standing directly in front of me. I pulled the ear buds down and froze. My sunglasses hiding my surprise from him, his narrow black glasses hiding nothing. "Ms. Eaves, most people watch where they're going when walking in public."

I pulled my glasses off and stepped back, "Sorry Sir, I'll be more careful."

He nodded, "Be sure that you do." As he paused next to me, and in a lower voice continued, "Your skirt might be the appropriate length Ms. Eaves, but considering how it flows, you might be more careful or else the wrong person would see your turquoise choice of the day."

I fiddled with my sunglasses at the inflection of his voice, "the wrong person Sir?"

He handed me a note summoning him to his office later, "anyone other than me Ms. Eaves."

I returned my sunglasses to their spot on my face and resumed my walk to class. The day went so slowly it seemed the clock worked its magic to drive me crazy. I couldn't concentrate on my lessons, history gave me no joy, no relief from my misery. The last time I had been his office I had finally gotten to taste him, to feel him, but before I came he stopped and told me "not today". I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I leaned over my desk, my chin in the palm of my hand.

"Ms. Eaves, is there something you don't agree with in the lesson this afternoon?" Mrs. Witner called up the ten rows of the auditorium.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry." I responded, sitting up straighter and focusing on the diagram on the board. Mrs. Witner turned back to the rest of class and resumed her lecture early Japanese theater. When class ended I gathered my books and slung my bag over my shoulder, dashing for the door and my appointment.

By the time I reached his door, my breath was tight, my chest heaving against the strain of running cross campus. Forcing myself to take deep breathes I got myself under control and knocked on his door.

"Come in," I heard through the wood. Walking in I found him sitting on his couch reading through a packet of papers. "Close the door Ms. Eaves." He waiting till it clicked closed, "lock it too please."

I turned to look at the knob and locked the door. I blushed when I realized that the door hadn't been locked the last time, anyone could have walked in and seen us. When I turned back I held out the note, "You wanted to see me Sir?"

He set the packet on the side table next to a lamp, he opened his knees and nodded at the chair next to where I stood, "put your bag there and come here."

While I set down my book bag and walked across his office, he opened his slacks. When I stood between his knees he pulled down and shoved my mouth on his cock so quick for a moment my head spun. I grabbed his thigh with one hand and fisted the base of his cock with the other. Lost in the taste of him, the feel of his hand in my hair as he leaned back enjoying my work. With the hand that been on his thigh, I reached down under my skirt and up to my center.

His hand tightened in my hair pulling my head back off of his cock and then moved me up onto the couch. On my back, my head on the far side of the couch from him, I looked down my body to him. He twisted in his seat to push open my knees, pulling one leg up so my foot rested up on the back of the couch, completely exposing my underwear to him.

He sat there, just looking at me, running a hand lazily up and down my thigh; each time getting closer and closer before going back to my knee. When he came close to my center again, I arched up slightly, moving closer, hoping to feel his fingers brush me where I knew I was wet and ready for him.

"Show me," he said. I reached down and with one pulled the underwear to the side and used the other to open myself up for his inspection. He grazed the liquid with the back of his fingers, "Good girl" he whispered as he pressed two fingers deep inside till his fist was at the opening. Pulling them back out he slide the fingertips up across my hips leaving a trail of cold on my skin. He stood and went to his desk, after a moment of looking in a drawer he came back with a pair of scissors. I shivered when I felt the cold metal slide up my thigh till he reached my turquoise; I gasped when I both heard and felt him cut the fabric. Pulling the scraps from my body he stood back and leaned against the corner of his desk.

I blushed and turned my face to the back of the couch. His deep voice was soft enough to not be heard outside his office, but hard enough to be a caress across me, "show me again."

I turned my body slightly on the couch to make sure he could see between my legs and opened myself for his gaze. When he said nothing else, I turned back to look at him. He simply held my gaze for a moment and reaching down I brushed my clit. Licking my lip and I circled it the little nubbin of flesh, teasing myself.

If it weren't for how his cock slowly became hard again, I would have thought he didn't care about what I was doing, but I watched out how it lengthened and reached out. I rubbed quicker and swept down around my opening.

"Inside" he whispered, and I slipped my fingers inside, hooking them slightly to brush my g-spot. I gasped, closing my eyes and spreading my legs wider. Moving slowly at first, in and out, I slowly started working myself up. 'Faster'; 'Harder'; 'Deeper' I heard, and faster, harder and deeper I followed. He made me slow down and focus on my clit, then return to my entrance.

"Sit up," came his command, and as I sat up on the edge of the couch he stepped forward, grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt and pulled up exposing my black bra. "Remove it."

Reaching behind I undid the hooks and set it aside on the floor. "Show me again."

Laying back down I arched my back and enjoyed the feel of the cool air on my breasts and nipples. I swung my right leg back up on to the couch and quickly returned to showing him what I could do for myself; what I did every night while thinking of him.

"Show your breasts some attention," he whispered across the short space. I moved hands up over my bunched up skirt and skin to my chest. Cupping my large breasts in each hand, squeezing and then gently tugging on each nipple; kneading the flesh and gasping at how pleasuring myself for him was effecting me.

I could feel how wet I was below, how much I yearned for his touch. I wanted him inside of me, "please Sir" I whispered.

He watched me squirm for a moment, "Please what?" he asked in response.

"Please Sir, touch me."

"Show me," was all he said.

"Sir!" I whimpered as I touched myself with hand while keeping the other on my breast. I was so wet I could feel juices sliding down my slit to the couch below my ass. I slipped two of my fingers inside and worked them in and out, closing my eyes and turning my face to the couch as my breath quickened and I was becoming dizzy with need.

"Show me" was all I heard. I worked myself harder, quicker, faster, then slowing, then quicker. Alternating until finally my back arched and I had to move my hand from my breast to my mouth to quiet my scream. I felt him come close and then as I came, my tight muscles forcing my fingers from my body, I felt cold slick liquid pour on to my breasts.

Before I had a chance to fully recover he was pulling me before him, forcing me to my knees and commanding me to lick him clean. The taste of his cum on his cock made me whimper for him but I cleaned him up.

He pulled me up and I smoothed me skirt down over hips and thighs as he reached for a few tissues from the box on his desk. Taking them I wiped up the mess on my skin but when I reached for my bra he stopped me, "only your shirt."

I went a little wide eyed at the thought of finishing my day on campus and then the bus ride home without my bra; large chested as I was, that would be rather awkward, but I complied. I put the bra in my bag and pulled my shirt back over my head and straightened it down.

He brushed my hair back behind my ear and rubbed the flat of his thumb across my cheek, "please remember to be more aware of your surroundings Ms. Eaves" his whispered breath caressed me.

"Yes Sir," my response just as gentle.

"See you in class tomorrow Ms. Eaves." He let me go and stepped around to sit at his desk, "and remember what I said about your attire."



Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



He pulled back to look at her, blinking. “Grace, I…”

She cut him off. “You want this, professor, I can feel it. You’re hard enough to break glass right now,” she said, stealing Ben’s line and trying not to laugh again in the memory of it.

“But I can’t accept a favor in return for a grade, it’s just not…”

“Sydney, I just used that as an excuse to get to you. I don’t care about the grade. Fail me if you want to. Just don’t let me go without giving me what you want to give me.”

He looked at her, considering, pondering. Then all at once he picked her up and carried her to his office, producing a stream of giggles from her. He kicked the door shut behind him and gently deposited her on the little sofa. As he undid the fastenings on his belt and pants, she untied the strings of her halter-top, letting it fall to reveal her breasts.

“Wow,” the professor whispered. “Those are beautiful.”

“I saw you looking at my skirt,” she said, tossing the compliment aside. “You like it?”

He had his cock, seven inches long and fairly thick, in his hand, stroking it much the same way Ben was stroking his just a few days ago. She loved the look of it, a man rubbing himself to the view of her body. “I love it,” he replied. “I couldn’t help wanting to look under it, and I couldn’t help wanting to lift it up over your ass and bend you over…”

“Mmmm, that sounds so hot,” she said, licking the end of his dick. “Why don’t you live out that fantasy?”

With that, she stood up and bent over the desk in the corner, hoping her ass was showing under her skirt. She heard his footsteps behind her, and then felt his cock, rock-hard and very warm, against her ass. He ran his hands smoothly over her thighs and her ass, rubbing his cock against her all the while. Finally he took her panties down, pulling them to her knees, and lifted the skirt up over her ass, exposing it, and he slipped two fingers inside her, testing her pussy. 

“My god, you’re tight,” he whispered.

“That’s right,” she said, “you’re about to shove that cock into some nice, tight young pussy. It gets rave reviews, you know.”

He chuckled. She felt his other hand slide up her shirt, massaging her breast. She bucked back against him, riding his fingers as he drilled them into her. “God! That feels good, professor, but I want your cock! Fill me up with that cock, give it to me!”

She felt herself suddenly emptied, only to be filled again by his fat cock. A groan of amazement escaped him as he fought the tightness, feeling her muscles stretching around him. Soon he was all the way inside her, and back out again, ramming into her with the vigor of a man who had not been laid in quite some time. She rode him in return, taking as much as she could, holding tightly to the far end of the desk for stability. 

She cheered him on as he pounded her pussy: “God, yes, that’s it, that’s good, oh GOD that’s good! Split my pussy open, stretch me out with that cock, GOD that feels good!”

Ben had told her that Sydney wouldn’t be able to fuck her like he did, but she was starting to think Ben might have some competition. Sydney had all the right angles, the right speed, a good rhythm, an all-around good lover. She couldn’t imagine why he wasn’t attached.

She felt his muscles tense and tighten before he cried out, “God, I’m gonna cum!”

As soon as he said this, she pulled off his cock and dropped to her knees, facing him. She snatched his cock in her hand and jerked him through to his finish, catching his seed with her mouth, letting some drip onto her chin. When she was certain she had sucked him dry, she stood up and smiled, pulling her panties back up and pushing her skirt back down.

As she tied her halter-top again, she kissed him gently on the cheek. He was the type of guy who would feel guilty later on if she didn’t say something now.

“I meant what I said earlier, Sydney,” she said. “I don’t expect anything in return for this. Except maybe another go,” she amended, winking at him.

He smiled. “I may be able to work something out. I appreciate this, Grace. It’s been quite some time since I was blessed like this.”

“My pleasure.” She kissed him once more, and made her way to the door. “See you next week.”

She hurried back to the dorm. She had a fabulous idea brewing, and she couldn’t wait to call Ben and tell him.



Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



Readers should consider reading part 1 "Teacher's Pet" first. And please don't read if you are not 18.

Karen was feeling weak and drained when she staggered into the house after being humiliated and fucked by her student Carl. Fortunately no one was around to see her torn dress and disheveled appearance. She showered for almost 45 minutes, put on a long nightgown and climbed into bed. 

Karen tried desperately to convince herself that she had been totally repulsed by the experience, but every time she thought about Carl's hard cock in her mouth or deep in her pussy, her body responded in ways that she couldn't control. She finally gave in to these urges and touched her pussy. It was already dripping with cunt juice.

Images of Carl's huge cock flashed through her mind. She could almost feel her tongue slide across the ridges and veins of his hard meat, and taste his cum as it poured into her mouth. Her fingers sunk into her pussy and dug against the walls of her cunt. Now he was twisting her arm and smashing her face into the hood of the car. She imagined the feel of his cock pounding her cunt as her fingers rubbed her clit.

Karen arched her back and squealed. An explosion ripped through her body. Cunt juice gushed over her fingers and dripped down her ass. She continued to squirm against her fingers until she shuddered again with a second surge of her orgasm.

Karen suffered through the night trying to keep her mind off of Carl's cock. She even tried to get her husband to fuck her hoping that would satisfy her itch, but he was not in the mood. She finally took a vibrator into the bathroom and fucked herself to another gushing orgasm as she relived the afternoon's events in her mind. 

She called in sick in the morning knowing she couldn't face Carl. She worked out a plan for how she would deal with him. She would threaten to go to the police and show her bruises. She would tell Carl that she had kept a semen sample to prove he did it. If he kept away she would drop it and forget it ever happened.

Carl was not happy that Mrs. O'Keefe called in sick. He was looking forward to another after school fuck session. He tracked down her daughter Katie to find out the real story. She told him that her mother did not feel good when she had come home and had spent most of the night in bed. Carl decided to investigate himself.

Katie had cheerleader practice and Professor O'Keefe was still at work so he knew she would be alone for the next few hours. Rather than knock he decided to sneak in through the back door and watch to see what was happening. At the right moment he would present himself.

Karen had resisted playing with her pussy most of the day and tried to get Carl out of her mind but it was a futile effort. She was determined not to masturbate while thinking about his cock. When she could no longer avoid the demands of her pussy, Karen pulled out a porn movie she had hidden in her closet. It was better to get off on that than thinking about Carl's cock.

Carl heard noises coming from Karen's bedroom. As he got closer he heard moans and screams of pleasure. It sounded to him like Mrs. O'Keefe was engaged in a wild fuck session. His blood began to boil. Mrs. O'Keefe was cheating on him. He pushed open the door.

Karen was naked and face down on the bed watching the TV screen while holding a large plastic cock between her legs. Her ass and pussy pumped up and down its length as she shoved it in and out of her body. On the TV a blond with big tits was getting fucked in the pussy and mouth at the same time by two enormous cocks.

She didn't see him at first. Carl quickly shed his clothes and moved over to the bed to join her. Karen was so into trying to get off that it took a few moments for it to register that there was another person in the room. By the time she realized it was Carl he was already on the bed beside her.

Karen panicked. She pulled the dildo from her cunt and hit him hard. Somehow she managed to wiggle free of his grip and run through the open door. She was still in the hall when he caught her by the feet. She went sprawling face first onto the floor. Carl was on her back in an instance with his hard cock wedged into the crack of her ass. He yanked her head back by the hair and put his mouth by her ear.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, Mrs. O'Keefe. We had a date this afternoon. You stood me up for a god dam vibrator. How do you think that makes me feel, Mrs. O'Keefe?"

He wedged a leg between hers and kicked them apart. Karen struggled to get free but it was hopeless. Carl was much too strong. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. His hard cock wedged between her ass cheeks. He sawed it back and forth between the two spheres.

"I'm going to fuck you Mrs. O'Keefe. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Carl stood and yanked her up by the hair. Mrs. O'Keefe bit him on the arm drawing blood and tried to run. Carl practically ripped her arm off and threw her up against the wall so she was facing him. His hand shot out and grabbed her neck lifting her up on her toes and choking her. With his other hand he pulled her leg around him.

Karen was trying desperately to pull his hand from her throat when she felt his cock probing her pussy. A split second later he shoved it up inside her. He pulled it out and slammed it up into her again. Slowly the pressure on her throat eased and then he took his hand away altogether. His hand was feeling her tits and he was staring into her eyes.

"Go ahead and leave, Mrs. O'Keefe. I won't stop you."

He slammed his cock back up her cunt jerking her head upward and held it there still staring at her with a smirk on his face. Karen knew this was the time to escape. He was daring her. The truth was that she didn't want to escape. She had missed the feel of his large cock since yesterday, the last time it was stuffed up her cunt. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks when he pulled out and slammed his cock back into her body. Slowly her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Carl grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted Mrs. O'Keefe off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels into his ass as his cock pounded into her body even more forcefully. A loud moan escaped from her throat.

Holding her suspended in the air Carl started walking towards the bedroom. Karen lifted up and repeatedly slammed her cunt down on Carl's hard cock. Her ass cheeks became slimy with juices that leaked from her gushing fuck hole. They bounced off the walls and doorframe before finally staggering into the bedroom. Karen's moans and gasps became more and more desperate.

Carl fell back onto the bed holding tightly onto his teacher's ass so that is cock stayed embedded in her quivering cunt. Her weight came down on top of him driving his cock even deeper into her body. She screamed. She bounced up and down on his swollen meat riding him like an out of control bronco.

"Oh god yes… fuck me… harder… yes… yes… aaaahhhhh… oh fuuuucccckkk…"

In one swift motion Carl flipped her over and pushed her knees back by her shoulders driving his cock straight down into her pussy and spearing it deep into her belly. His balls slapped wetly against her asshole as juices continued to pour from her cunt and run down her crack. His hands smothered her tits squeezing them roughly and pulling on her nipples.

For a brief second Karen realized that she was fucking another man in the same bed that she slept with her husband. Not a man, a boy. She was ashamed and knew she should stop this insanity, but the burning in her loins was too great. Once again she had become a whore and couldn't get enough of this young man's cock. She was completely out of control as his huge cock repeatedly stuffed her tight cunt full of his delicious meat.

"Fuck me… fuck me… yes… god I love your cock… oh fuck… I'm going to cum… uh… uh… oh shit… UUUUNNNGGGHHHHH… AHHHHHHHHH…"

A flood of cunt juice sprayed from her stuffed pussy. Carl could feel it soak his pubes and drip from his balls. Pussy juice streamed down her ass and soaked the sheets below her. Carl quickly pulled out of her gushing cunt and climbed up her body, straddling her tits so he could feed her his dripping meat.

Karen was still recovering from the tremendous explosion that had ripped out her insides when she felt his sticky knob push between her lips. The strong taste of cunt juice filled her mouth. The texture and taste of his young cock against her tongue excited her almost as much as it did fucking her pussy. She began to aggressively suck and lick and slurp the tasty flesh sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Oh fuck… suck it Mrs. O'Keefe… yeah… oh shit… that's it… deeper… oh fuck… aaahhhhhhhhh…"

Karen slid up the bed until she was almost sitting. Carl moved with her and grabbed the back of the headboard as her squatted in front of her and fucked hi cock in and out of her mouth. Karen grabbed his ass cheeks and guided his fucking motions. She felt him slide deeper and deeper down her throat on each thrust. She wanted to taste his cum in the worst way and feel it splash all over her face and tits.

"Oh god… oh fuck… suck it… aaaahhhhh… god you can suck cock… uuuuhhhhhh…"

Karen held her mouth open while Carl repeatedly hammered it with his cock. Spit was drooling everywhere. It was dripping in strands from her chin and clung to his cock and balls. Occasionally Carl would slam his cock all the way down her throat and hold it there with his matted pubes pressed against her lips.

"Oh fuck… I'm going to cum Mrs. O'Keefe… I'm going to cum in your mouth… oh shit… oh god…"

It was what she had been waiting for. Her pussy was dripping with excitement from the feel of his cock pounding her mouth and throat and the thought of his cum sliding down her throat and splashing against her face. She felt him swell between her lips and knew it was about to happen. She slid a hand down under his ass and rubbed it over his scrotum.

Carl felt his balls swell and then shrink as cum surged through the length of his cock causing him to swell between her lips. He pushed up into her mouth and let out a loud roar. Her fingers pressed against his scrotum adding to the surge of hot cream that was about to explode from his cock.

Karen felt the first surge of thick cum splash against the back of her mouth and drain down into her throat. She pulled his cock from her mouth just as the second stream exploded over her lips and across her tongue. She aimed his monster at her face and closed her eyes. His cream splashed up her nose and across her forehead. Several more spurts landed on her cheeks and in her hair.

Karen took him back into her mouth and sucked the last few drops of cum from his cock. She continued licking and sucking him until he began to shrink. Carl pulled out of her mouth and collapsed onto the bed, drained and satisfied. Karen's pussy was in desperate need of relief. She looked over at the young man lying next to her and had a brief pang of guilt.

"I… I'm going to the bathroom to clean up."

"Sure thing, Mrs. O'Keefe. I'll be waiting. It won't take me long to get hard again."

She picked up the plastic cock from the bed, went into the bathroom and locked the door. Karen leaned over the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Cum was still dripping from her face onto her tits. She looked like a slut. She felt like a slut. She wanted to be disgusted with herself, but her pussy was on fire. 

Karen licked her lips and tasted Carl's cum still drooling down her face. She lowered the plastic cock and rubbed it over the folds of her cunt and across her clit before shoving it deep into her steamy fuck hole. Two fingers from her other hand scooped up gobs of thick goo all over her face and tits and feed them to her mouth.

Her body stiffened. She sucked hard on her fingers. Flashes of light swirled in her head as she began to shake. He legs became wobbly. The pressure in her belly could not be contained. She bit down on her fingers just as the explosion swept through her body. A flood of juices poured from her cunt and landed on the floor. Cunt juice streamed down her thighs and coated her fingers. She dropped the plastic cock and lifted her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them as her body shuddered one last time.

It took her about 30 seconds to recover. She looked back up into the mirror, only this time she felt shame. She knew her ability to resist Carl was becoming weaker. She had let him have her in her own house and in the bed she shared with her husband. And worse, she had enjoyed every second of it. Tears welled up in her eyes and streaked down her face mixing with the remnants of cum that still remained.

"Come on out Mrs. O'Keefe. I'm ready to go again. I figure we can get another good fuck or two in before Katie or Professor O'Keefe gets home."

"Go away Carl. My husband will be home any minute. Besides, I'm just getting in the shower. If you don't leave I'm going to call the police. I have a cell phone in here."

Karen was bluffing about both her husband and the cell phone but she was hoping it would be enough to get rid of Carl. His silence made her nervous. She turned on the shower and put her ear to the door. Still nothing. Karen assumed her threat had worked and that Carl was gone. She slipped into the steamy shower and let the hot water run over her face and body.

Carl was sure she was lying about her husband. She was trying to get rid of him again after all he had done for her. The fact that she had threatened to call the police had him fuming. He listened quietly at the door until she stepped into the shower. Carl ran his fingers over the top of the doorframe until he found the key. 

Seconds later the door was open. Carl stepped inside the steamy room and saw Mrs. O'Keefe's naked body through the glass door. Her back was to him. She was standing under the nozzle and letting the hot water stream over her head and down her naked body. She didn't hear him open the door and slip in behind her.

Carl's cock grew hard in seconds from staring at her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. He stepped closer until they were almost touching. He bent his knees and shifted forward until the swollen knob of his manhood brushed against the slick skin that folded into the crevice of her ass.

Karen didn't notice the touch at first. She thought it was the water streaming down her body. When it continued to press against her and separate her ass cheeks, Karen reached behind her out of curiosity about why the water pressure was so great there. She froze when her fingers touched the hard shaft of flesh. It took a second for her to realize what she was touching.

Before should could react, Carl's hands were around her body. His cock wedged between her ass cheeks as he tightened his grip on her body. One hand slid up and crushed her breast. The other moved between her legs and cupped her swollen pussy.

"Let me go. My husband is really coming home. He'll call the police. Stop it now Carl or you're going to be in big trouble."

Karen struggled but Carl was just too strong for her to break free. He spun her around and slammed her face first into the tiles. His arm moved up around her neck practically strangling her. She felt two fingers push into her cunt and his hard cock slide up and down between her ass cheeks.

"Mrs. O'Keefe, your husband is not coming home. Why do you keep fighting me after all I have done for you? You love my cock. You beg for it. Why are you denying yourself, Mrs. O'Keefe? Just enjoy it."

A part of her knew he was making sense. She had never been fucked so hard or cum so many times in her life, not even in her wilder college days before she met her husband. It would be so easy to just let go and let him have his way with her. But she couldn't. She was married, she had a daughter the same age as this boy and he was her student. She wasn't going to give into him. Not this time.

"Carl, you are already in big trouble. I told the police I was raped. I gave them my torn skirt but I still have my ripped panties with your semen all over them. I told them I didn't see his face but he seemed familiar. If you don't leave now I will send you to jail for a long time."

Rape? She was crazy Carl thought. How could any woman who screamed "fuck me" over and over think she was being raped? Carl could feel his blood boil. Had she really gone to the police? He didn't think so. She was bluffing. Well, police or not, he was going to give her what she deserved.

"Mrs. O'Keefe what you say hurts me very much. I thought we had something special. I'm going to leave you alone after this afternoon, but first I'm going to give you something special to remember me by. I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

Karen panicked. She had never let anyone do that to her, not even in her wilder college days. Carl had put his finger up her ass yesterday when he fucked her against the car. She remembered the pressure being intense and, she had to admit, pleasurable, but his cock was huge. She was sure he would rip her apart and the pain would be excruciating.

She struggled desperately to free herself kicking and squirming. Her teeth bit into his arm drawing blood. Carl tightened his grip around her neck and lifted her kicking feet off the ground. He threw her face first through the door and face down onto the hard tile floor. She landed hard with Carl's entire weight on her back. The breath was forced from her lungs. He mind went blank as she struggled for air.

Their bodies were half in and half out of the shower. Carl quickly soaped his cock and wedged himself between her legs. Her struggle had made his cock even harder. He pressed the bulging knob against her soapy sphincter and pushed. Her tight opening slowly yielded to the pressure until his hard meat was able to pierce her dark passage.

When Karen opened her eyes she realized there was a terrible pressure in her belly. Carl's swollen cock was deep in her ass. It wasn't so much that it hurt as it was the pressure which made her insides feel like they were going to explode. His cock slid out and slammed back into her tight passage. She realized quickly that when she fought it the pressure turned to pain so she relaxed and just let it happen.

Karen could feel her body responding once again to the unwelcome invasion. Her fantasies of forced sex and sex with her students were coming true at the same time. Carl's cock pounding into her body was everything she had ever desired, everything her husband could never give her. She found even more pleasure because he was penetrating her in a forbidden place no man had even been.

Carl felt his teacher tilt her ass in the air and push back against him trying to force his cock even deeper into her bowels. He yanked her head back by the hair while he repeatedly slammed his cock into her body. He bit down hard on her earlobe drawing blood that he licked off with his tongue. Karen let out a gasp that sounded more like pleasure than pain.

"That was for biting me on the arm. But you love it, don't you Mrs. O'Keefe. You love my cock in your pussy and in your mouth and up your ass. You don't have to pretend with me, Mrs. O'Keefe."

"Yes… yes… oh god yes… I love your cock… I love the way it fucks me… oooohhhhh… oh god… fuck me in the ass… harder baby… oh fuck… aaaaahhhhhh…"

Karen's whole body was tingling from the repeated pounding she was receiving from her young student's hard meat. The pressure from his cock pushing up her ass combined with the pressure from the orgasm boiling in her belly was almost unbearable. She felt his hand move between her legs and his fingers push into her dripping pussy.

On the floor Carl saw the rubber cock she had been using to fuck herself. He grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth. His fingers continued to dig around inside her boiling cunt until her juices coated his entire hand. Carl replaced his fingers with the rubber cock and shoved it all the way up her cunt. He took his sticky fingers and fed them into her mouth so she could savor her own juices.




Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



Karen had lost all sense of control. Between Carl's hard meat pounding her ass and the huge plastic cock stuffed up her cunt her head was spinning in swirls of mixed colors. She eagerly sucked the cunt juice from the fingers jammed into her mouth. Her own fingers found her clit and rubbed it firmly in rapid circles.

"Fuck me… fuck me… oh shit… oh god… I'm going to cum… yes… yes… UUUUUHHHHH… AAAAHHHHHHH…"

Karen's entire body stiffened then jerked and thrashed about uncontrollably as a powerful explosion rocked her soul. Her screams pierced the air. Juices squirted out from her pussy all over the floor. Just as she thought she was gaining some semblance of control her body jerked with another series of spasms.

"Oh fuck, Mrs. O'Keefe… oh god… I can't hold it anymore… ooohhhhhh… I'm going to cum in your ass… oh shit… UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHHH…"

Karen was still in the throes of orgasm when she felt Carl's hot seed filling her bowels. He continued to pump her full of cum until he finally collapsed onto her back with his cock still buried in her ass. Karen was barely conscious and breathing hard as she lay flat on the hard tiles. The rubber cock was hanging out from her dripping cunt.

Carl finally pulled his cock from her cum filled asshole and watched a river of cream drool out and stream down over her pussy. He was dressed and standing over her by the time she stirred back to life. The rubber cock fell from her cunt when she rolled over on the bathroom floor and looked up at him with glazed eyes. Her pussy was still quivering from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Don't worry, Mrs. O'Keefe. I won't bother you anymore. You hurt me with all your talk about rape and calling the police. I'm sure your daughter will be much more appreciative. Goodbye, Mrs. O'Keefe."

Karen crawled back into the shower that was still running and sat on the floor against the wall. Her ass was sore and the taste of Carl's cum lingered in her mouth. His words echoed in her mind. She was suddenly panicked by the thought of this monster with daughter. Surely Katie wouldn't be interested in him, would she?

Karen put her hands over her face and began to cry.  



Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



And here it is, the sequel to Teacher's Pet Chapter 1, the further adventures of Ron and Cindy. Thanks to CB for helping to inspire this story and remember to vote and send me feedback.

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The week after Thanksgiving was a busy one for most college students and faculty. For Cindy Williams, it was insane. Not only did she have two classes of Introductory Psychology to teach and research to conduct for her Ph.D. but she also had to work with the students she tutored, preparing them for their final exams. One student, in particular took up a quite a bit of her spare time. 

Ever since she'd found a way to motivate him, Ron Matthews seemed more than willing to do the necessary work for the class but he was, by his own admission, in over his head and he needed extra help. He also loved the fact that Cindy was never afraid to confront him when she felt he wasn't working hard enough and those confrontations sometimes ended up with him over her lap getting his bare butt spanked until it was crimson. If one ever pressed him for the truth, Ron might admit that occasionally he didn't really mind the 'punishment' and that he often provoked it. And if one ever pressed Cindy, she might actually admit that she enjoyed the feel of him squirming on her lap as she paddled him. In fact, it had almost become a private game between them.

One thing Ron wouldn't admit to anyone other than himself, though, was that ever since Cindy had shown up on his doorstep to celebrate his good grade on the midterm exam and gave him a playful paddling as well, he had yearned to turn the tables on her. It was a secret that he kept far back in darkest corner of his imagination and only let come out to play when he needed a release and pleasured himself. He admitted that part of his reticence to even broach the subject stemmed from the fact that she was, in many ways, an authority figure in his life. The thought of spanking his spanker somehow seemed wrong. He also knew that his own experience on the giving end was somewhat limited and wasn't sure if he was really any good. 

During college he'd had a few girlfriends that he'd coaxed into it, mostly by starting with an 'innocent' birthday spanking, and while some were more receptive than others, he couldn't say that any of them experienced the same sense of eroticism that he associated with the act. Of course, he really didn't know if Cindy would find it as stimulating as he did either but something told him she might just like it. She had admitted to him that she'd gotten her share of spankings as a child. He assumed her blush had little to do with the fact that she was admitting to her bad behaviors and more with the fact that she had liked the punishment. Try as he might, he couldn't quite figure out a way to possibly suggest the idea of switching roles on her. She was way too perceptive and he knew she'd see through any kind of subterfuge he might try. No, it was going to have to be the direct approach but he'd still have to be cagey about it.

Cindy met up with Ron the Sunday after Thanksgiving to begin preparing him for the final exam. Though it was clear he had spent some time stuudying for the exam over the holiday, the proportion of wrong answers to correct ones still had her concerned. She began mentally running through her schedule for the upcoming week to see if she could work in some extra time with him. 

"Hey, what's up?" Ron asked, seeing her brow furrow and noticing the dark circles under her eyes.

"Oh, I was just trying to think if we could squeeze in any extra time together before your final next week."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"Ron, I'm afraid that based on what I've seen here tonight, you're not going to do any better than a C on this exam."

"So? It's not like I'm at risk of failing the class any more, thanks to you." He patted her knee in gratitude.

"Is that all you want? Just to pass?"

Her exhaustion made her voice almost shrill. Ron took both her hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"Look, I appreciate your concern but we both know that I only signed up for this class cuz I thought it was gonna be an easy A. Admittedly, I was wrong but so long as I pass, I stay on the basketball team and my scholarship is safe which is my main concern."

She opened her mouth to lecture him but he put a finger over her lips.

"My other concern is that you're running yourself ragged. You could pack for a two week cruise in those bags under your eyes."

"Oh thank you very little," she retorted.

"Hey, why don't you go home and get some rest. Don't worry about me this week. I promise I'll keep on working on this stuff and I'll be fine by the time the exam rolls around."

Intense skepticism rolled over her face. She knew he was capable of working independently but wasn't sure just how effective it would be if she weren't around to quiz him and make certain that he was on the right track.

"Really!" he insisted. "Look, I'll even make you a bet."

"A bet?"

"Yeah, I bet you that I can walk away with an A on this test and do it without any further help from you."

She chuckled in spite of herself. "You know, I really admire your self-confidence but that's pushing it."

"Why? Don't you think I can do it? After all I got a B+ on the midterm and I'm light years ahead of where I was back then."

"And I suppose you'll want the same kind of motivation tonight that you got before the midterm?" she asked remember how she'd lost her temper and laid into his bare ass with his own belt.

He blushed a little and grinned rather sheepishly. "Well, I wouldn't object."

"I thought not."

"But really it isn't necessary. Just knowing we've got a bet going is motivation enough."

"Honestly, Ron, I wouldn't even know what to bet."

"Well, if you're so confident that I'll lose, then choose something you want if you win."

She thought about it for a few moments, weighing the options. While she honestly didn't think she could lose, she didn't want to do anything that would undermine his confidence in his own abilities either.

"Okay, but what if, on some weird chance, I actually lose?"

"I'll choose my own prize."

"And do we reveal our choices now?"

"Well, it would help me if I knew what I was working to avoid."

"Okay, hotshot, when I win, you will take me out to dinner at the New Orleans House for the seafood buffet."

"That's it?" he asked, incredulously. "That's the best you can come up with?"

"Isn't that enough? After all, the New Orleans House isn't exactly fast food, so you would have to dress appropriately and not wear your baseball cap."

"Okay, okay."

"And what about you? On the very slim chance that you win, what do you want?"

Ron looked up and appeared to think for a moment. 

"I'm not sure. Can I get back to you on that?"

Cindy took this as a sign that he really didn't believe he could win so he didn't have anything to claim as a prize.

"Okay, but here's the deal. We will both submit our wagers to Professor Donigal before the exam. Then after she finishes grading them, she'll tell us who won."

"Do you think she'll agree to that?"

"Yeah, I think I can talk her into it."

"Fine, then I'll have my prize written down and ready to go before class tomorrow."

Ron held out his hand and they shook on the bet and the he stood up still holding her hand. With a gentle pull he helped her off the couch as well. He took a moment to help her on with her coat and watched as she put her papers back into her briefcase.

"So, now, go home. Take a nice hot bath. Give yourself a manicure or something and relax for the evening knowing you've got one less thing to worry about."

"Not to mention a nice seafood dinner to look forward to," she added with an impertinent grin.

He longed to reach out and give her a playful swat on the butt for her remark but he didn't, knowing that the thickness of her wool overcoat would certainly dull any sensation and might even make him miss his mark.

"Good night, Cindy," he said casually as he let her out.

"See you tomorrow."

Before class the next day, Cindy had a private discussion with Professor Donigal. While she didn't mention that she'd no longer be helping Ron with his studies, she did say that they had made a friendly wager on the outcome of the exam and asked if she'd be the neutral third party to hold the results. As she suspected, the professor was willing to help. When Ron came in he spoke to Cindy for a moment and they each gave Emily a sealed envelope, containing the terms of the bet. They shook hands again and as Ron turned to take a seat, he quickly scanned his classmates to see whom he could turn to for help in Cindy's absence. It didn't take him long to make a couple of choices and he vowed that even if the grades in his other classes suffered a bit, there was no way he was going to lose this bet. The one thing he had going in his favor was that this would be his first final exam. Once it was finished he could throw himself into his other classes.

The day of the test arrived and Ron felt moderately confident. He'd spent a lot of time studying with two girls who were majoring in Psychology and seemed to be up on everything that had gone on in class. Darla was so awestruck that he'd even look at her that she eagerly agreed to help. Michelle, however, saw it as an opportunity for some quid pro quo and said that she'd do it so long as he helped her with her Intro Chemistry exam. Knowing he could do that work in his sleep, he readily agreed. 

As he selected a desk for the exam, he looked around to see if Cindy had come by. He didn't know what her schedule was but thought she might drop by to check on him. Moment later he was flanked by Darla and Michelle and they all gave each other a good-luck squeeze of the hand.

Three hours later, Ron's confidence was flagging. While he knew he'd done a good job, he didn't feel like he could count on that A. He sighed for a moment as he took one last look at his answers and decided that even if he didn't win the bet, the chance to take Cindy out to dinner wasn't really like losing and maybe he could find some other way to get her over his lap. When he left the classroom and stepped out into the hallway, he found Darla and Michelle waiting on him.

"So, how'd ya do?" Michelle asked.

"Umm, okay. I'm sure I passed."

"Well, of course you passed," Darla insisted, "You had us helping you."

He had to chuckle. "Yeah, you're right. I suppose there shouldn't be any doubt about that."

"So, we're going over to Lee's Deli for an early lunch. You wanna join us?" Michelle invited.

"I'd love to girls, but I've got a 2:00 exam this afternoon that I still need to review for. But maybe we can all go out for beers some night?"

"Sure. Let's do that."

Ron trudged back to his apartment and threw together a sandwich and some chips to eat while he reviewed for his economic geography final. The course had been pretty easy so he wasn't expecting anything too difficult but sometimes the professor liked to throw in some confusing terminology so he wanted to refresh his memory.

Tuesday afternoon, as he was working with Michelle for her Chemistry final, his cell phone rang. He looked at it for a moment to see if he could let it go to voicemail but when he recognized Cindy's phone number he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Ron, it's Cindy. Professor Donigal has your test results finished. Can you meet us in her office?"

"I'm kinda tied up at the moment. Can you give me an hour?"

He held his breath waiting while she consulted Emily.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll see you then."

"Thanks!"

He flipped the phone shut and looked at Michelle, ready to pick up where they'd left off.

"Hot date?" she asked.

"Hardly. But I've got to go to Professor Donigal's office in an hour. Something about an evaluation for Cindy's tutoring," he said, quickly coming up with a lie to cover his tracks.

"Whatever," she said flippantly as she returned to her notes.

An hour later Ron stood in front of Emily Donigal's desk, butterflies doing aerobatics in his stomach. The professor's face gave no clue as to what his test score was but it seemed she was having a bit of fun with the challenge.

"So, as I understand it, Ron, you bet that you could get an A on the final exam, even though you've only had one A all semester and Cindy bet that you couldn't."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, Cindy, I must say that this is a rather different way to motivate a student. I would have recommended that you bet in favor of him but I suppose there is merit to playing devil's advocate."

She picked up an envelope from her desk but it was face down so neither of them could see who was going to win the bet. Ron held his breath and he could tell that Cindy was doing the same. She turned to Cindy and handed her the envelope.

"I'm pleased to say that Ron is the winner with a score of 93%."

It was all he could do not to shout his victory and dance around the office. He settled for sharing a very enthusiastic hug with Cindy and even one for the professor. When everyone one calmed down a bit Emily turned to her protŽgŽ.

"So, Cindy, what did he win?"

Ron could feel the color drain from his face as Cindy began to open the envelope. He hadn't thought about the fact that the surprise would be unveiled here. Would she read it aloud, not knowing what was in it? His heart pounded even faster and he fixed his eyes on her, silently begging her not to go through with it.

Cindy saw the look of desperation on his face but couldn't fathom why he'd be so anxious. She assumed that he'd pick the opportunity to play out one of the spanking fantasies he'd shared with her; something that would require more creativity than their usual discipline sessions. Knowing that, she already had a response formed in her brain.

She withdrew the paper and took a quick look at it. What she saw caused her slowly read it once again. 

"Cindy?" Emily prompted.

"Something he's been wanting for a long time," she said, automatically falling back on her planned response.

She hastily folded the sheet of paper and stuffed it back into the envelope and then crammed that into her coat pocket.

"Well, I hope you enjoy it, Ron."

While he wanted to say that he was sure he would, the fact was that he still wasn't sure Cindy would go through with it even though he'd won. 

"Thanks, Professor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some other tests to review for."

He left with one parting smile at Cindy, unsure of what would happen next. He was down the hall and almost out of the building before he heard her call his name. He turned and saw her walking very quickly towards him. He waited until she caught up and then held the door open for her to leave first before stepping out behind her. Once they were out in the frosty December air, she turned and looked up at him.

"Are you serious about this?" she asked, waving the envelope in his direction.

"Serious as a heart attack."

She cursed under her breath for a moment. "Okay, look, we've gotta talk but I don't want to keep you from your studies."

"How about my place at 6:00?"

She considered it for a moment and then made a counter proposal. "My apartment at 6:30."

"Fine but where is your apartment?"

She dug a pen out of her briefcase and scribbled an address on the back of the envelope along with brief directions on how to find it. Before she thrust it at him, she took out the paper that he'd written his prize on. He studied it briefly.

"Yeah, I know where this place is."

"Then, I'll see you at 6:30?"

"I'll be there."

Still very stunned by what had transpired between them, she turned and walked toward the lot where her car was parked and didn't even bother to say goodbye. Ron stood and watched her until she disappeared around the corner of the building. He shrugged deeper into his parka and set out towards his apartment, wondering if she'd really go through with this. He assumed that since she hadn't outright refused, he at least stood a chance. On the other hand, he feared that he could still get shot down that night so he wasn't about to count on anything.

Cindy managed to keep her wits about her on the way home by concentrating on traffic and the mechanics of driving. Methodically, she hung up her coat and put her hat and boots in the closet as well. She changed into her most comfortable pair of sweats and made a cup of tea to ward off the chill of both the winter day and the fear that gripped the pit of her stomach. Once the necessary tasks were taken care of she settled into her overstuffed easy chair and tucked her legs up under her and looked at Ron's note once again.

'When I win the bet, I will be the one to take you firmly over my knee and paint your beautiful behind the crimson colors of a tropical sunset.'

She wanted to believe that he was interested in some sort of body painting ritual but his allusion to the position left no doubt that what he really wanted was to spank her. She closed her eyes and tried to deny it but couldn't. Even worse was the fact that she wanted it too. After she gave him the erotic spanking after his mid-term and she realized just how into it he was, she had wondered what it would be like to have the tables turned on her. Her last boyfriend had almost turned her off the idea completely with his rough treatment of her hind end and she feared that Ron would think she spanked him in the same way that she wanted to be spanked. She knew he relished being paddled roughly and the harder it got... well, the harder he got. Her tushie twitched at the thought of such a spanking and she unconsciously reached behind her to rub it.

The other thought that weighed heavily on her mind was how this would change their relationship. She'd never really thought much about it beyond the fact that she was tutoring him and therefore in a position of authority. However, she realized that with the closing of the semester, she was no longer bound to him in any capacity and she wondered if she really wanted to be. Admittedly, he was a lot of fun to be with. They had similar interests in politics and history and their tastes in music even seemed to be identical. She admitted that he was more analytical, which seemed right considering his major, whereas she was more of a gut-instinct person. Their sense of humor, however, was virtually identical.

What it boiled down to in her mind was whether or not she had the capacity to open up and be brutally honest about herself with him. That alone would shift the dynamic of their relationship nearly 180 degrees and she wasn't sure she was comfortable with that. She could deal with a more equitable power exchange but what if he wasn't.

"Okay, girl, you're getting way ahead of yourself here. You don't have any idea as to what he wants and you're not going to until you talk to him tonight," she said to herself before taking a sip of her tea.

The warm drink helped calm her nerves a little but couldn't help overcome her fears of knowing that she'd have to tell him that she not only wanted him to spank her but exactly how she wanted it. Such emotional honesty wasn't easy for her, especially when she considered that they really were barely friends. Of course, she could actually deny him and tell him he'd simply have to come up with some other way for her to pay off the bet but she wasn't sure she'd like his alternatives any better. No, better to face the music, admit that she wanted it as much as he did and then work for the best.

When Ron arrived at 6:30, she really wasn't any less nervous than she had been earlier in the day. In fact, just the sight of him standing in her living room in his faded jeans and rugby shirt made the butterflies in her stomach even more active than they had been while waiting in Professor Donigal's office. She took a moment to really look at him, not as a student but as a man. All the things she was used to seeing were still there. The height, the dark hair, the casual smile and slightly stooped posture he always assumed whenever he was standing next to her, as if he felt like he was towering over her. Finally, she looked at his eyes, assuming they weren't called the 'windows to the soul' for nothing. In them she saw affection, kindness and a certain amount of hesitancy, as if he weren't certain about the feasibility of this plan either. 




Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



She invited him to sit down, joined him on the sofa and then took a deep breath.

"So," she said, not really sure where to go from there.

"So," he agreed.

"Needless to say, this took me by surprise."

He smiled as if he expected her reaction.

"So, uh, how long have you..." her voice trailed off, not really wanting to finish the question.

"Since high school."

Her eyes opened wide with surprise, and then she realized that he hadn't told her what she really wanted to know and chuckled.

"No, I meant, how long have you been considering this."

"Casually? Since our first tutoring session. Seriously? Since I badgered you into spanking me after telling me my mid-term exam grade."

"What?" she went past surprise, straight into shock.

"Well, upon some moderately lecherous 'checking out', I began to realize that your behind would be positively wonderful to spank. And then after that night that you got me off over your lap, I thought that maybe you had a bit more experience than you'd previously let on."

Cindy could only stare in slack-jawed wonder at his admission.

"So now I guess the next step is up to you. I know how you can give but now I need to know how you receive."

A blush crept over her cheeks and she could only stare at her hands while she answered in a voice that was barely a whisper.

"Not very well, I'm afraid."

Now Ron felt really bad for misjudging the situation. He was certain that Cindy would not only be amenable to the bet, once the initial shock wore off, but also had more experience at receiving spankings than he had giving.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry. I would have sworn you were an old pro at this. Now I can see why you were so freaked out."

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant," she said before taking a deep breath. It was time to bare her soul and she still wasn't really prepared. "You see, I used to date this guy who was really into spanking but he always called me a wuss, cuz I didn't like to be paddled really hard."

"So?"

"So, that's when I started paddling him instead."

Instinctively, he moved closer to her and put a gentle arm around her shoulders before he continued to draw her out. "Can you tell me what you do like? Or did he never do anything you liked?"

She smiled in memory of one glorious night of hot, passionate sex. She didn't remember exactly what triggered it but she did recall being on her hands and knees, Todd kneeling behind her, fucking her like a wild man and alternately spanking her ass and then letting his fingertips brush over it. The combination of sensations was marvelous and she broke out in goosebumps just thinking about it.

"I guess I just can't see any pleasure in simply getting the crap beat out of you. Maybe I'm wired differently but I'm not into pain. I just like a lot of different sensations, some strong, some soft. You know, different textures and things."

She took another deep breath and opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. Ron waited patiently; knowing the full story would come out eventually.

"What freaked me out about your wager was the comment about making my but the colors of a sunset. You see, the last spanking Todd gave me left bruises all over my butt. I didn't really think anything about it cuz it had happened before but two days later I went to the doctor for my annual physical and when he saw them, he called the police because he thought I was being abused."

Ron bit his lip; not sure what to say that wouldn't sound trite.

"I guess I'd never thought about it before but the truth was that even though the spanking was consensual, it really was worse than I wanted. And that's when Todd and I broke up."

"And you haven't been spanked since?"

She shook her head, still not able to look at him.

"You wanna tell me how long ago that's been?"

"Almost three years," she admitted still speaking very softly.

"Look, Cindy, I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with. If you want to call the whole thing off, fine."

For the first time all evening, she raised her eyes, turned and looked him square in the face. 

"No, I made the bet. I wanna go through with it."

"I don't want you to do it because you feel obligated."

She reached out and put a hand on his forearm.

"No, I'd really like to try it."

Ron could feel the blood drain from his head as it raced for other regions of his body, leaving him slightly dizzy. He fought hard to think rationally and pay attention as he heard Cindy speak again.

"One more thing, well I guess two actually. First, you're going to have to be the one to initiate this. There's no way in hell I'm ever going to be able to bring myself to just fling my body over your lap."

They both laughed at her humor.

"Second, you're going to have to do something to keep my brain engaged as well. It doesn't have to be some complicated role-playing or a constant monologue or anything, just something to keep my thoughts from wandering off and fixating on how stupid this really is."

"I think I can do that."

"Thanks," she said looking away and blushing once again.

He took advantage of her position to grasp her arm and gently pull her towards him. She sat up and began to scoot closer to him but he stopped her as it was clear she didn't quite understand what he hand in mind.

"Come here," he said with an encouraging smile and patted his thighs. "We're going to take this slow and easy and whenever you feel like stopping, just tell me." 

Hesitantly, she raised to her knees and stretched out over Ron's lap. Once positioned, she crossed her arms in front of her and buried her face in the space they created. With his left hand, he held her close and snugly while he let his right hand rest on the rounded globes of her ass. After a moment he firmly rubbed and massaged her butt, making sure that she'd feel some sensation through the fabric of her sweatpants.

"How are you doing?" he asked after several minutes.

"Okay," she said, her voice slightly muffled.

"You're gonna tell me when you want to stop, right?"

"Right," she affirmed.

He held her a bit tighter while he lifted his right hand and gave her a firm swat on the butt. Her only response was a sharp exhale, as if she'd been holding her breath and it was forced out of her. He gave her several more swats, each a little harder than before but all of them sufficiently cushioned by the fleece of her pants to keep her from actually being hurt. After nearly five minutes of this he returned to gently rubbing her and talking to her softly, reassuring her that he wasn't going to harm her. Her breathing, which had become more rapid and shallow during the spanking, returned to normal.

"How are you doin' now?"

"Okay, I think."

"Ready to go on or do you want to quit for the night?"

She pushed herself up with her arms and looked back at him. 

"Go on to what?" she asked.

"This," he said as he used both hands to peel back her sweats as well as her panties.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, through clenched teeth.

"You want to stop?"

"Gimme a moment, okay."

He waited, again keeping his hand on her now bare ass while he held her tightly to alleviate any fears she may have of slipping.

Falling off his lap was the least of her worries. In her own mind it felt wrong to be baring her butt in front of this guy. At least with Todd, they'd been fairly intimate before moving into spanking. The most affection she'd ever shown Ron was a brief hug. His warm hand now touching her bare skin seemed so inappropriate. She tried to remind herself that her tutoring duties were over and that she was now free to pursue any kind of relationship she wanted with him but her mind simply wasn't buying it. 

"Talk to me, Ron," she nearly begged, her voice choking with her conflicting emotion.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"This is. It's all wrong."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No, but I'm afraid to go forward."

"Okay, then we'll go slowly."

With a feather-light touch he caressed her ass, letting his fingers roam from her lower back, where her tush began it's beautiful outward curve, all the way down to the her thighs and then back up again. She giggled and squirmed deliciously against his erection when he dragged his fingertips over her tailbone.

"You know, you really do have a very spankable hind end here. Soft and round, not rock hard but well muscled.

She tried to concentrate on his words and the thought that he admitted that he'd been checking her out for a long time. She thought about the bulge that nudged her from behind the fly of his jeans, an obvious clue that he was aroused by her. She tried to focus on anything but the embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her musings were interrupted by a firm swat to her right cheek.

"Oh!" she said on a sharply exhaled breath.

"Breathe, Cindy, I don't need to explain you passing out to the paramedics."

She had to chuckle, remembering how she'd said the same thing once while spanking him.

"Besides, this will feel a lot better if you just remember to breathe deeply."

"You don't expect much of me, do you?" she retorted.

"Now did that swat really hurt?"

"No, it just surprised me," she said after a moment's consideration.

"Good," he said as he gently rubbed the reddened skin.

Another swat, this one to the left cheek, took her by surprise as well but she managed to remain silent this time and she knew to look forward to the caress that would follow to it. 

Ron could feel her relaxing over his lap. She was no longer holding her body so stiffly and he could feel the muscles in her legs begin to go limp. With his left arm, he gave her an awkward hug, pulling her to him, which made her torso rub erotically against his stiff cock. He wondered what it would be like to spank her in this position while both of them were naked. It was something he'd wanted to do for years but hadn't had the opportunity yet. The few girlfriends he'd gotten to spank didn't want to integrate it into their sex life. There had been a few times when a girl had been over his lap and his excitement had led to more intimate activities but to really have it be a part of the whole package was something he yearned for. 

He admitted that he found Cindy to be very attractive. She was smart, funny and sensual; not to mention being fairly open-minded. Though he'd never before given serious consideration to having her as a lover, the idea was beginning to grow on him and not just in his groin, though he certainly had to admit that it was having an effect there. As much as he wanted to continue, he was afraid that he wasn't going to be able to control his arousal much longer and knew he was going to have to wrap it up soon. He gave her one more swat, this one a little harder, that landed squarely between both cheeks, just above the tops of her thighs and then let the contact fade off into a soft caress.

"Ow!" she cried out before adding more sedately, "That stung."

"Mmm, you do have a nice little sweet spot right there but for now, we'll go easy on it."

"Thank you," she acknowledged emphatically.

He rubbed the spot a little more vigorously for a moment and then stopped.

"Okay, that's enough for tonight," he pronounced and pulled up the back of her pants. 

Enough? Cindy felt like they were just getting started and he said they were finished? Something was definitely wrong with this equation. And when he kept stroking her ass after she was covered again, she had to wonder what was going on.

"Are you sure?" she asked quietly.

He felt his cock twitch in reaction to her question.

"Yeah, I don't want to push you too far on our first night out. We can do more next time."

"And when is that going to be?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"Does this mean I've changed your mind?" he asked smiling.

"Maybe."

"I honestly don't know. I told my family I'd be leaving for break right after my last final on Friday morning."

"Well, you have my phone number," she said as she got up. "Call me when you get back to campus and we can set something up."

Ron had actually been trying to think of a time later that week that they could hook up. He even considered calling his family to let them know he wouldn't be in until late Friday night. For a moment he studied Cindy's face, trying to determine if she was stalling him or if something was up. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell and chose to change the subject instead.

"So what are you doing over break?" he asked.

"Grading finals, semester projects, etc."

"I meant for the holidays."

She smiled at him, letting him know full well that she was kidding. "My parents are flying in on the 24th so we'll celebrate Christmas and my birthday and then they'll go home on the 26th.

"Your birthday is on Christmas?"

"No, it's on the 29th, but they have to be back at work on Monday so we'll celebrate both of them together."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm flexible."

"Then what's your birthday plans?"

"My folks have already told me that they're giving me a certificate for a 'day of beauty' at that little day spa that opened down on Fourth Street. Of course, these are the same people who are so fond of saying you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear so I don't know what they're thinking but ours is not to reason why."

"Ours is but to do and die," he said, standing up to the quote. "And while we're throwing out clichŽ's, I'd say that sending you to a day at the spa would be gilding the lily."

Cindy was impressed. It was enough that he'd finished the Robert Burns quote accurately as so few people did but to know about 'gilding the lily' showed he had more than the usual command of the English language and not what she expected from a science major who was also a jock.

"You're far too kind," she said, trying not to blush. "So what about you? What's your holiday plans?"

"Oh, Christmas Eve we'll go over to my dad's folks and celebrate with all the cousins. Christmas day it'll just be the three of us in the morning and then I think my parents have invited our neighbor, Melissa, and her new husband over for dinner."

"That's nice that you're sharing the holidays with the newlyweds."

"Yeah, well, she's a nice lady and she's lived across the street nearly all my life so she's really like family and her new husband seems nice too."

Ron recalled sitting next to the judge, in the park gazebo, playing his guitar while Melissa walked across the grass to exchange vows with her new husband. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look happier. He was honored that she wanted him to play for the ceremony but somehow it felt wrong for her to be married. She'd been widowed for over 15 years and he just assumed that she would never re-marry. 

He smiled as he recalled taking her aside during the reception with a playful grin on his face, confessed to a minor infraction and then asked her if she wanted to turn him over her knee. She smiled back at him indulgently and caressed his face with soft fingers.

"Sorry, sweetie, my bathbrush and my bottom are now reserved for Matt."

He sighed dramatically. "Such a waste of a good arm."

"Yours or mine" she asked with a wicked grin.

"Both," he answered a bit wistfully.

She stood on tiptoe to give him a soft kiss and then wrapped her arms around his neck in a warm embrace, marveling at how it seemed he was still getting taller even though he was now in college.

"I'll never forget you, Ron," she whispered, "or any of the time we spent together."

"Me either," he answered as he gave her a rib cracking hug.

"Hey, get your paws off my wife!" they heard Matt call to them with good humor from the shelter house. 

"What? Am I the only person here who's not allowed to kiss the bride?" Ron answered laughing as they walked back.

"You bet. I've heard all about you, buddy. You just keep your distance."

As they closed the gap, Matt reached out and shook Ron's hand before pulling him into a brief hug.

"Thanks for playing for us, man. I know it meant a lot to Melissa to have you as part of the ceremony."

"It was my pleasure," he responded as he felt the man thump his back.

"I mean it. She's told me about all the stuff that you used to do for her. I'm grateful she had people like you to turn to back then."

Ron stiffened for a moment, wondering if she'd told him about ALL the things he did and then shook it off, knowing she would always be discreet about their relationship. The he felt a sharp whack on his butt and jumped backwards to see Melissa standing there with a wicked grin on her face.

"Kissing the bride is okay. Kissing the groom is out of the question though. Get your mitts off my husband."

The snapping of fingers in front of his nose brought him back to the present.

"Have a nice trip?" she asked.

"Oh, I was just remembering Melissa's wedding. It'll be good to see her and her husband again."

Realizing he was stalling for something else to say he finally gave himself a mental shake and focused on the present.

"Well, I'd better get home and start studying again."

Automatically he reached out and gave her a big hug.

"Thank you for trusting me," he said.

"Thank you for being so trustworthy."

He released her and slipped on his coat before walking to the door. He could feel her following right behind him. Stopping, he wanted to turn around, take her up into his arms and fulfill all of her spanking fantasies but he knew he didn't dare yet. Instead he simply turned his head and said good night.

"Good night, Ron, and thanks again," she said just before closing the door behind him.

During the short drive home, Ron tried to think about anything but the aching need in his groin. Having Cindy squirming over his lap was bad enough, especially with the sight of her round soft ass so directly within his gaze. Hearing her open up to him and tell him what she liked excited him even more. All that, however, could have been manageable but then he thought of Melissa and the stiffness in his cock became an ache that encompassed his balls as well.

Melissa Roberts Green, his neighbor, friend and confidant. His first spanking partner and his first lover. He knew that as long as he lived there would be two memories burned into his brain. The first was a time when he stayed with Melissa for a month while his parents were out of the country and he'd gotten in trouble. The spanking was memorable enough, as it was the only time he'd ever been whipped with a belt. What really made it stick though, was that she had jerked him off first because he couldn't control his arousal. Though he'd been horrified by the turn of events at the time, later that night he masturbated in bed, still feeling the delicious sting in his reddened hind-end.

Even though she'd been as much his friend as much as she had been his neighbor and part-time caretaker, she was still very much an authority figure and he realized he was beginning to repeat the same pattern with Cindy. Would he be able to take things as far with Cindy as he had with Melissa? He certainly hoped so. In fact, the mounting pressure in his genitals was almost urging him to return to her apartment and make it certain but instead he drove back to his place and was practically ripping his clothes off as he walked in the door.

Within minutes he was naked and flung himself on his bed, grabbing a bottle of baby oil as he went. For a few moments he simply fondled himself, feeling the velvet thin skin moving over the hard cockmeat underneath. Then with a practiced motion he flipped open the cap with his thumb and poured a generous amount into his cupped hand before capping it again and tossing it aside. He let out a sound that was a sigh mixed with a groan as he smoothed the oil over his long, hard cock making sure it was evenly coated and very slick, then slid his hand down to make sure his balls were also covered.




Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



He groaned again and forced his hands to his sides for a moment, knowing he was far too close to a climax for safety and he didn't want to cum quickly. He took several deep breaths to try and relax all his muscles. It was a hard struggle of mind over matter but eventually he felt he had his arousal under control enough to actually get some pleasure from the act and not just a release.

Slowly he began to stroke with just his right hand from the base all the way up and over the dusky tip, spreading out the moisture that was already leaking from him. He sighed as he repeated this motion over and over, remembering how good it felt several weeks ago to be over Cindy's lap, his erection caught between her smooth thighs as she spanked and scolded him for not getting an A on his mid-term and then how she taunted him for getting excited. His hand moved faster and faster, grasping his tool more tightly and pleasuring himself with swift, firm strokes, recreating the sensation of his long, hard cock humping her lap. His hips began to move in time with his hand opposing each push and pull and he could feel that familiar tightening just behind his balls, like a spring being wound up. Then, like a spring that's been wound too tight, the energy released rapidly.

Ron's body convulsed as his climax began deep in his balls, rapidly pushing jet after jet of milky semen through his fat, rigid cock. He clenched his teeth and groaned loudly as his hips jerked and his hand continued to piston around his shaft, feeling it jerk under his fingers while his belly was inundated with puddles of cum with streaks of it reaching upward to his chest. When the orgasmic spasms finally stopped, he took a few deep breaths to try to calm the quivers that still invaded his muscles and handtowel from the nightstand to wipe up the mess. Turning onto his side, he took several more deep breaths and finally fell asleep.

The day after Christmas Ron woke early in the morning and wasn't sure why. The previous two days of celebration had kept him from catching up on the sleep he desperately craved and now it appeared that his body wasn't going to let him sleep either. He rolled over listening closely for any clues as to what had broken his slumber but couldn't find anything external. The room was cool but he was snug and warm under the covers. A few faint bird songs could be heard outside his window but they were nothing compared to what he usually heard in his apartment at school. 

As he shifted positions in the bed he could feel his cock was long and hard but that wasn't unusual. Like most guys, he often awoke to a morning erection, especially when he woke up early. He tried to avoid 8:00am classes as much as possible, not so he could sleep in but so he wouldn't have to take the extra time before class to deal with the 'morning wood' problem. He thought about it now, deciding if he should take care of it or just let it 'deflate' on its own. Then memories of catching Melissa under the mistletoe the night before invaded his brain followed by wishes of finding Cindy in a similar position and he knew that ignoring the problem wasn't going to be an effective way of dealing with it. However, he did make fairly quick work of the task, not really taking a lot of time and paying far more attention to his fantasies than to the sensations in his body.

It wasn't until after dinner that he finally took care of the one thing he'd been thinking about for the past three days. He went to his room and shut the door in an attempt at some privacy and pulled out his cell phone. Cindy hadn't mentioned what time her parents would be leaving to fly home but he assumed they wouldn't be staying late since she mentioned they had to be at work on Monday. He waited impatiently as her phone rang four times before she answered it.

"Cindy Williams."

"Hey, Cindy, it's Ron. How are you?"

"Ron, hi. I'm well. And you?"

"Great. How was the visit with your folks?"

"Very nice. Did you have a good time with your family and your neighbors?"

Again he thought of the mistletoe and how he had zoomed in for a kiss before Melissa ducked and then gave him a stinging swat to the behind.

"Yeah, it was good. Thanks."

Once the initial pleasantries were finished, a hush hung in the air for a moment; neither of them certain what to say next. Finally Ron broke the silence.

"Well, I was thinking that since you're going to the spa for your birthday, it would be a shame to go home afterwards and not let anyone see the new you and I thought I might take you out to dinner that night."

Cindy was stunned for a moment. She didn't have any hard and fast plans for the day since so many of her fellow grad students were gone for the break though Tim and Chuck had told her that if she came into The Brakes, all her drinks would be free and she had considered taking them up on it. The opportunity to have dinner with Ron sounded like a wonderful plan until reality hit her.

"Ron that's very kind of you but I'd hate to think of you driving all that way just to come have dinner with me."

"Look, it's only a ninety minute drive. Less if the roads are in good shape and I can ignore the speed limit."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to encourage you to do that," she said with a laugh.

"Okay, I won't break any traffic laws. So what time should I pick you up?" he asked, as if it were a foregone conclusion that she'd say yes.

She had to admire his self-confidence but assumed that as a gifted athlete he had learned to disregard any kind of doubt that tried to overtake him.

"I suppose that would depend on where we're going."

"Well, I hadn't quite pinned that down yet. I wanted to make sure you'd say yes first."

Okay, so much for the total self-confidence. Still, prudence was to be admired as well.

"I'm saying yes. Now where are we going?"

"Pushy, aren't you?"

"It's all part of my natural charm," she said, feeling free to finally flirt with him since her tutoring duties were over with and wondering if this birthday dinner were really a ploy just to get to spank her again. She certainly wouldn't put it past him.

"I'll make the arrangements and let you know tomorrow but figure on me being there between 5:30 and 6:00."

"Okay, I'll talk to ya later, Ron."

"I look forward to it."

On her birthday, Cindy entered the spa with slight trepidation since she wasn't entirely sure what her parents had arranged for her. She breathed a sigh of relief to learn there was nothing too radical. She looked forward to the facial and the massage but the laser hair removal sounded a bit personal. While she rationalized that it couldn't be any more painful than the bikini wax she subjected herself to at home once a month so, she wasn't particularly enthusiastic about someone other than her doctor seeing that part of her body. Then it dawned on her that Ron might very well be seeing that part of her, depending on how he wanted her positioned for her spanking. 

She knew she was making an assumption that her behind would be getting some attention later that night but figured it would be a fairly safe one. The last time they'd been together, she could tell he was aroused and couldn't believe that he wouldn't want to repeat the activity. Oh damn, he WAS aroused. Very, very aroused. She wasn't the most experienced girl on the block but she knew enough to tell when a guy was at the point of no return and Ron had been riding the edge of that point. 

As she relaxed during her massage she wondered if Ron had any plans for her other than spanking her, and if so exactly what they were. She also wondered if the laser would make her so overly sensitive that she wouldn't be able to submit to such treatment. Would she even be able to handle someone touching her? She knew these were questions she'd have to ask the technician when it came time. After all, she could always refuse and reschedule the treatment for another time.

During the massage, however, she had to examine her feelings about getting intimate with Ron. She had to admit that he had some great qualities going for him. Tall, handsome, witty, intelligent, good sense of humor. He was amazingly well built, in addition to being well endowed. Should they progress that far, she wondered if she'd even be able to take a cock that large inside her without it splitting in two. Certainly oral sex would be difficult. God, she'd almost have to be a snake and unhinge her jaw to be able to take his girth and deep throating was completely out of the question. However, she figured she could probably combine some hand and oral action to give him satisfaction. Even better if she could convince him to help with the manual stimulation.

Of course, she admitted that she was getting the cart before the horse. For all she knew, once he claimed his prize for winning their bet, he'd want no further contact with her. The fact that he seemed anxious to get this over with made her wonder if he was now regretting having made the bet and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

No, couldn't be. He'd been far too aroused while she was over his lap. Or was that the problem? Was he ashamed of his own body's responses? She didn't think this was likely considering how he hadn't seemed to mind the fact that she knew he got excited when she spanked him. But what else could there be?

She shook her head forcefully, trying to clear her mind of the confused thoughts. The massage therapist inquired if there was anything wrong and Cindy blushed, just then realizing that she wasn't entirely alone with her thoughts.

"No, sorry, I was trying to clear my head."

Finally she realized that no matter how much she tried to analyze the situation, there was really nothing she could do until she talked to Ron. She could make all the suppositions and hypotheses in the world but without his input, it was all an exercise in futility. Instead she decided to relax and sink into the massage table while firm and gentle hands kneaded the stress and tension out of her body 

Cindy was ready at 5:30 when Ron arrived. He said to dress 'nice' but wouldn't give her a clue as to where they were going. She toyed with the idea of wearing a dress but decided it was just too cold and put on a pair of black wool slacks and a pink angora sweater. To her complete surprise he took her to the New Orleans House for seafood as she had requested in her bet and she was glad that she had the meal to use as a topic for conversation as she was otherwise tongue-tied with the anticipation of what would happen after dinner. When dessert was finally consumed and the bill was paid, they both lingered quietly for a few moments as if unsure what should happen next. It was Ron who finally broke the silence.

"So, I, uh, got you a little present for your birthday."

"Oh, Ron, you really didn't have to do that."

"I know but it was something I saw and I thought you should have. So maybe we should go back to your apartment and I can give it to you there."

She smiled warmly. "That sounds good."

During the twenty-minute drive back to her apartment neither of them said very much. Ron was uncertain as to how his gift would be received and just how to make things flow the way he wanted them to. She'd told him that he would have to be the one to initiate the spanking but he didn't want to act like a caveman when the time came even though he desperately craved to have her back over his lap again. Cindy, on the other hand, already assumed she'd end up there and was simply worried about what would happen afterwards.

When they finally got back to the apartment complex, Ron reached into the back seat and pulled out a nicely wrapped box with a large satin bow on it. Cindy caught sight of it as the dome light to his car came on when she opened the door.

"Ooh, that's lovely"

"Don't get too excited. I had help," he admitted, leaving out the part that he enlisted Melissa's help in finding it as well as wrapping it.

He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to get her but had no idea where to find such things away from campus. With Melissa's assistance, he found exactly what he wanted on the Internet and had it shipped overnight express to her house so his parents wouldn't ask any questions. For not the first time in his life, he was very thankful to have her as a friend, neighbor and confidant.

"Well, pass along my thanks to your helper."

Moments later they were settled onto her sofa and he handed her the gift. Like a child at Christmas her eyes were wide with anticipation as she shook the box, trying to determine its contents. Unfortunately, he had stuffed the box well enough that the gift couldn't move around and finally she gave up and began carefully unwrapping the package. Ron watched her face closely as she finally dug through the tissue paper and found her gift. Whereas her eyebrows were high with excitement initially, they furrowed together as she tried to determine if she was really seeing what she thought was there.

She picked it up and turned it around several times looking at it from all angles. It measured about eighteen inches long and just over two inches wide. It was made of stiff black leather with black fake fur attached to one side.

"And this is?"

"Something to give you a lot of different sensations, just like you said you wanted."

"Hmmm," she said, studying it again. "Looks like it could be pretty wicked."

"Let's find out," Ron suggested, gently taking it away from her. "Stand up and take off your pants."

For a moment Cindy looked at him with mild trepidation. 

"Now, young lady!" he commanded.

Something about his tone of voice touched a primitive part of her brain and she immediately hopped off the couch and stood up very straight as she fumbled with the button and zipper on her pants. Within short order, she had them pooling at her ankles and was stepping out of them. Not quite knowing what would be expected of her next, she chose to leave them on the floor.

Ron was somewhat amazed that she complied so quickly and completely and stood up to circle her, observing her intently. He liked what he saw as she stood almost ramrod straight. Her pink sweater had a slight sheen to it from the fuzziness of the angora. Her hips and legs were encased in black tights and he could see the line of her bikini panties underneath them as they cut across her buns.

"Very nice, Cindy," he said as he continued to slowly circle her in an almost predatory manner. "You do realize, of course, that you're going to get a birthday spanking tonight, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," she almost whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

"What?" he asked, giving her a swat on her well-rounded ass. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, sir," she said again.

"Good. Now, tell me how old you are."

"Twenty-five."

"Twenty-five what?"

"Twenty-five years old?" she said, not sure what he was looking for.

A pregnant pause hung in the air before he swatted her again.

"And how should you address me?"

"Sir," she stated more confidently.

"Okay, then, now give me the complete answer to my question."

"I'm twenty-five years old as of today, sir."

"That's much better."

He stopped moving and sat down in the center of the sofa.

"Now, take off your tights and your panties and come over here."

In less than a minute she was naked below the waist. Ron considered it a very erotic sight indeed to see her half dressed. He patted his legs in an unspoken gesture for her to lie across his lap.

Cindy's face colored and for a second matched her sweater before it turned a deep shade of embarrassed crimson but she didn't try to stall and after a moment to adjust her position, was laid out over Ron's lap. Her entire body was practically quivering with anticipation and he watched as her lower cheeks clenched and relaxed while she waited for him to do something.

For a moment he just rubbed the twin mounds of flesh, letting the anticipation build. A couple of times he removed his hand as if to swat her but then tenderly returned it to her upturned cheeks. Finally he felt they had both waited long enough and he brought his hand down in a firm swat on her right cheek. She jerked as if she'd been given an electrical shock but didn't make a sound.

"That's one," he said quietly.

The second swat fell shortly there after; then a third and a fourth until they were coming in even measure, Ron counting them as his hand made contact with her warming butt cheeks. When he finally got to twenty-five, Cindy's entire body was trembling. He pulled her tightly to him and then gently stroked the reddened skin while watching to make sure she was breathing freely. As her tremors began to subside, he gave her one final hard whack; right on the sweet spot that he knew would sting.

"Ow!" she protested.

"That's your 'one to grow on' Cindy."

She tried to reach back to rub the stinging flesh but he intercepted her arm and made her put it back. 

"I believe this is my job," he said, as he rubbed the pain away.

"Thank you," she said in a husky voice.

"You doin' okay?" he asked as he continued to caress her.

"So far, so good."

"Remember, all you have to do is say 'stop' and I'll quit instantly."

"Yes, sir."

Her compliance, mixed with her imitation little girl's voice went straight from his brain to his crotch and he could feel his cock springing to life. However, in this seated position, it had no where to go but follow the channel between his hip and thigh. He desperately wished he could reach in and straighten it out but couldn't figure out how to do it without being obvious about it. He squirmed and tried to shift in his seat but only achieved a minimal amount of freedom.

Cindy was not unaware of his difficulties but wasn't sure just what to do. Finally, she took the bull by the horns and spoke up.

"Sir, I think this would be more comfortable if we both took a moment to reposition."

She raised to her hands and knees and inched backwards so that her nose wasn't so close to the arm of the sofa and looked away to give him some pseudo-privacy while he quickly reached into his pants and adjusted his cock so that it was pointing straight up. Then, noticing which way she was moving, he also scooted over on the sofa to accommodate her new location. In barely a minute they were back to where they'd begun and Ron was gently squeezing Cindy's cheeks again.

Her second spanking began with firm but gentle swats all over her behind and her thighs. When her skin was a nice even shade of pink, he reached for her birthday present that he'd carefully positioned to be within reach on the other arm of the sofa and began to use it on her in random fashion, sometimes hitting high up where her ass just started its swell out from her lower back and sometimes going for her well-muscled thighs. He twisted his wrist so that the slaps never fell in the same direction. One would be parallel to her legs and the next one perpendicular, and then one on an oblique. He even made sure to use only the tip of the toy on some spots while using the full length of it on others.

At first, Cindy didn't react much to the spanking. In some ways it was very comforting to feel his hand come down firmly on her ass. Occasionally, he'd hit a particularly sensitive spot and she would squirm or voice her surprise but somewhere over the course of the evening she made peace with the fact that she liked Ron, was attracted to him, and was willing to just let herself go and enjoy whatever they decided to do. It wasn't worth getting all worked up about. 

Then he began to use her new toy and her reactions changed dramatically. While it didn't cover as much area as his hand, it also didn't have the warmth and response of his palm and fingers either. This was an implement designed specifically for spanking. She could feel the skin on her now pink cheeks tingle as the nerves became more sensitized. She could also feel a faint throbbing as the blood rushed to her sit spots that were getting quite a bit of stimulus from the slapper. Just at the point where she thought she was going to have to tell him to stop, he quit on his own and began to lightly trace abstract designs over her sensitized flesh with the corner of the toy, letting the hard leather edge add another level of excitement.




Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



Cory found himself often confused by the feelings that he was starting to feel whenever he was around other boys... not just Mr. Peterson. In the locker room before gym he couldn't help but peek at other dick's, wondering what they looked like. On occasion he wondered what would happen if he tried to touch one, but somehow he instinctively knew that if he was even caught looking that he'd be picked on even more by the other boys.

Finally he found himself back in Mr. Peterson's office, getting extra help on one of his papers.

"So how has everything been going Cory?" Mr. Peterson asked, "Are the other boys still bothering you?"

Cory shrugged, "Not any more than usual."

He flushed as he remembered the chain of events that his tormentors had led him to the last time... hidden in the closet getting secret pleasures from Mr. Peterson. He could almost taste the cum on his tongue again and blushed deeply. Mr. Peterson noted Cory's discomfort and excitement and it aroused him, as always.

"You know Cory," he said, his voice thickening with lust as he laid his hand on Cory's thigh, "There are other things I can show you, that feel even better."

For a moment Cory sat silent, his eyes closing as Mr. Peterson squeezed his thigh.

Then, barely audibly, he whispered, "Please..."

Mr. Peterson smiled, his hand leaving Cory's thigh to unzip his own pants and bring out his fleshy member. Cory was as mesmerized by it as he had been the last time, wanting to know more about these pleasures that his teacher had been showing him. He was helped to his knees and Mr. Peterson pressed his dick forward against Cory's lips.

"Open up," he said gently, "Suck on it..."

Cory remembered the last time, when he'd sucked on just the head. Opening his lips he let them glide over the mushroom again, his tongue questing and exploring. Mr. Peterson's grip on his head was light, but he used it to push more of his dick into Cory's mouth. Hard and firm, Cory sucked on it like he'd been told to, finding that the harder he sucked the more Mr. Peterson seemed to like it.

Starting a very slow thrusting motion, Mr. Peterson began to work more and more of his dick into Cory's mouth, slowly enough that it was very easy for Cory to adjust to the motion and the amount of meat he was sucking. Aroused by Mr. Peterson's obvious arousal, one of Cory's hands rubbed against the bulge in the front of his pants, while his other rested on Mr. Peterson's thigh to steady himself. He became hungry for more of Mr. Peterson, wanting to feel the whole length of his teacher's dick in his mouth. Pushing his head forward, he swallowed more and more.

When it bumped the back of his throat he gagged, almost feeling like throwing up.

"Careful," said Mr. Peterson, "Just concentrate on trying to swallow it..."

Thinking it over, Cory pushed his mouth back down on Mr. Peterson, his throat swallowing at the same time... and Mr. Peterson easily slipped all the way inside. Looking up, his lips around the base of his teacher's cock, Cory could see the ecstatic pleasure that Mr. Peterson was feeling, and it turned him on incredibly. He began rubbing his dick harder as Mr. Peterson thrust in and out of his mouth, feeling the pleasure build as he watched it grown in Mr. Peterson's face.

Mr. Peterson tightened his grip on Cory's hair, almost unable to believe how natural Cory was at this. Cory was swallowing his dick as easily as any pro, the hungry expression on his face making Mr. Peterson even harder. He began thrusting more roughly into Cory's mouth, feeling the younger man's tongue gliding over the underside of his dick, teasing the base of his mushroom head.

He started to push all the way in, holding himself in Cory's mouth, feeling the ripples in Cory's throat when he held himself there. Pulling out, he'd give Cory enough time to breath before pushing in and holding himself there again... it felt fantastic. Hot and wet, tight as Cory's throat convulsed... and so easy. 

Cory watched as Mr. Peterson's breathing started to get harder, and he was thrusting with more abandon... rubbing his own dick faster and harder, he was getting more and more excited.

Then Mr. Peterson thrust and held himself, for longer than before... Cory was starting to feel a kind of excited panic when suddenly Mr. Peterson's dick began pulsing against his tongue... cum sprayed straight down his throat to his stomach. He sucked harder as his own pleasure reached its peak and he orgasmed, a wet spot spreading on his pants. The taste of Mr. Peterson's cum was strong in his mouth again.

He kept sucking as Mr. Peterson sighed, his grip loosening on Cory's hair. For a few minutes he just let Cory suckle on his softening dick, enjoying the young man's eagerness to please. Looking down at Cory's pants, where his bulge had been only moments before, he saw the wet spot.

Cory looked down where Mr. Peterson's gaze had gone and blushed at his lack of self-control... he wished that he hadn't made himself cum. He'd wanted to feel the older man's hand on his penis, feel someone else touching him again. 

"It's ok Cory," Mr. Peterson smiled kindly at him, "It happens, especially when you're first starting out. There will be other times."



Teacher's Pet Ch. 02



She stood there shivering against the car, unable to move. She didn't know why she was allowing herself to be punished by her teacher. She should be trying to move, to protest, to yell and scream, but instead she stood there, obeying him. She could feel her wet panties against her pussy and shivered, remembering how it felt to feel his fingers. He told her over and over not to come, but she couldn't. She even came harder knowing that he was going to punish her for doing it. It seemed like forever but soon he made his move. He kissed her bare shoulder.

"Relax baby and it won't be so bad...this time. You look so good standing there, obeying me. I can just see your ass cheeks." He whispered this against her neck and she felt a chill go down her body as he lips brushed her ear. He pushed her skirt up and pulled her wet panties down. She turned her head and saw him shove them in his pocket. 

He roughly grabbed her hair and turned her head forward. "Eyes ahead or it'll be worse. Obey me." She followed his directions, her eyes trained forward. There were no other houses around, but her pussy clenched knowing that anyone could go by on the road and see them. He used his grip on her hair to move her over the hood more, she was now on her tip tops and her bare ass was in the air. She felt the cool breeze and wondered what she looked like bent over. Then Mr. Ryan lifted her skirt all the way up. Her pussy clenched as his hand stroked her pussy. She moaned as his fingers dipped between her thighs and stroked her. Then a loud smack filled the air and then a burning sensation. He spanked her!

She jumped and tried to move, looking back at him again but he held her in place. "I said obey. Now it'll be worse." She licked her lips and stayed where he held her, eyes forward. She tensed waiting for another smack. His hand came down again and she yelped. He then pulled away his hands away and she heard noises. She was afraid to look though and obeyed him, keeping her eyes trained ahead, her body positioned for him over the car. She heard his small chuckle and he brought his hand up to caress her ass where he hit her. She moaned at the feeling. Whack! Again he spanked her, but this time it was not his hand. It hurt a lot more and she realized it was his belt. The leather had come down hard across her ass. She whimpered. Three more fast and hard in a row. Then he rubbed her. She moaned at the pain and pleasure of it. Three more, spread over her now burning ass. Another rub. She couldn't help but peek over her shoulder and saw his face, dark and hungry, intent on bringing his belt down on her ass. He glanced up and caught her eye. She gasped and quickly brought her eyes forward.

"Obey." He growled. Four hard slaps. He didn't rub her after this time. She moaned, her knees unable to keep her up, she collapsed on the car. He followed her, holding her in place and gave her five more hard whips with the belt before stopping.

He spun her around, letting her skirt fall. He cupped her face. "Beautiful. Your ass has my belt prints all over it." She shivered at his words. He brought his mouth down and kissed her. His tongue pushing in her mouth, taking her over. She moaned and then gasped when his hand found her sore ass and rubbed. Then, he suddenly stopped, picked her up and carried her inside.

Mr. Ryan carried her inside of his house. He carried her into the kitchen and laid her down on the large wooden table. She started to protest, but he looked at her. 

"Yes, sir." She whispered, still feeling the burning on her ass. He smiled and leaned over her, brushing his lips against hers. He ran his hands down her sides until he found the hem of her shirt. He slowly pulled it up and over her head. He threw it to the side and watched as her long blonde hair settled around her. She was back on her back, her tits covered by her black lace bra. His cock hardened even more, wanting her. He brought his hand under her skirt and felt how wet she was. She moaned and moved against his hand.

He chuckled. "Lia, you are a slut. You liked that spanking didn't you?" 

"Yes, sir." She admitted and moaned. 

"Good, because I can tell you are going to be punished a lot." He pulled his hand away and she moaned. 

"Don't stop!" She moaned, her body arching towards his touch.

"Lia, I give the orders. Would you like me to punish you again so soon?" 

"No, sir." She looked up at him, worried. He chuckled, and brought his hand to her face, his thumb rubbing her bottom lip.

"Lia, I think you do. I think you need to be tied down and reminded who owns you." He watched as her eyes widened. 

"No! Mr. Ryan, it still hurts. I - I liked it but I'm sore." She tried to get up, but Mr. Ryan held her there.

"Shut up. You will be punished now. Hard." He held her down while he reached over the edge of the table for the rope that was on the leg. He had never taken the ropes off after he had punished his last fuck there. He tied the rope tight around her wrist and continued on tie her other wrist and her two ankles. He stood back and watched her struggle.

"No! Please! I don't want this anymore." She cried, tugging at her wrists. He knew she wouldn't get loose, but let her try. Her skirt rode up and exposed her pussy, her tits were straining against the black lace. 

"Enough." He growled. He flipped her body around, her wrists and ankles twisted. He pushed her skirt up, exposing her bare ass completely. 

"No! Don't!" He grinned, liking her protests. He moved to the counter and picked up a metal spatula. He moved back to her and admired the already red ass before him. 

"You will obey." He brought the utensil down. He waited until her scream ended. "Obey." Again, he brought it down on her ass. "You" again "Will" again "Obey" and again. She was sobbing. "Say it." 

"I will, sir!" Satisfied he stopped. He flipped her back around and untied her limbs.

"Come. I have a surprise for you."