0 comments/ 13406 views/ 0 favorites The Numbers Game Ch. 1 By: Dazman This story could cost me my livelihood, my position in the community, my respect and my own sense of self worth but after many months of enjoying the stories published through Literotica I have decided, against my better judgment, to share a story with you. So here goes. My name is Jason Macquarie and I'm 26. Up until my nineteenth birthday I seemed to have a bright academic future ahead of me for I was unusually gifted in Mathematics and Music. It wasn't to be. I had been dating this terrific girl known as Beverley whilst studying for my A-Levels and thought I'd found my true love until my libido overpowered me one day. Needless to say my future evaporated before my very eyes and although I was totally to blame, the way she treated me broke my heart. In order to save myself from a watery grave at the tender age of nineteen I immigrated to Australia for a period of rest and relaxation. During this time of listlessness, I drifted into Teacher College where I rediscovered my passion for Mathematics, after the end of three years of nonchalant study I graduated. Shortly after I was rebuffed by my Australian fiancé whom I desperately loved. As my heart reeled from yet another body blow I packed up and headed home. Within days of arriving, my Aunt, another Mathematics virtuoso, had found me a job at a private school just south of London teaching A-level Mathematics. It was with trepidation that, at the tender age of twenty-six, I re-entered the classroom. And I entered it dressed like I'd just come from Manly Beach, the surfer dude. The actual job of teaching these adolescents was very rewarding and with my lassez faire attitude and distinctive brogue I very quickly found myself popular with the students. During free periods I would make myself available to the students who preferred a little one on one personal attention. I enjoyed this the most since I got to share their life stories and ambitions in return I was able to reveal my motivations. These sessions quickly developed into some very beneficial friendships that transcended the teacher / pupil. I noticed one student in particular who paid me a lot of attention. She would always be at the front of the class trying to answer the questions with unusual enthusiasm and seemed to me to be naturally gifted in the numerical arts. Her name was Rachael and as a part time job used to patrol the local swimming pool. We seemed to click instantly and I found myself being magnetically entranced. She sported a fascinating personality, an excellent body and a mischievous streak. She was tall, had short light brown curly hair to her shoulders, an luscious pair of silky smooth tanned legs, an ample cleavage, which I estimated to be at least a 36C, and a tight arse which looked great in her pool shorts. Back to school. Rachael and I became close during the winter months and we would spend the lunch hours chatting in my classroom. I was beginning to feel very attracted to her but forced myself to resist because of my fear of being hurt again and because of the teacher / pupil stigma. The Sixth Form Christmas Party turned everything upside down. Being popular I was invited and arrived at 8.30pm. The party was already in full swing. I did not see Rachael anywhere but was having a pleasant enough time with several other females whom I also tutored. About an hour later, I was watching the dance floor from the sidelines when, like the Red Sea, the crowd parted and there she was, walking towards me, looking like some angel from heaven, to say she was stunning was an understatement, her appearance caused some uncomfortable stirrings below the equator. Short crop top that exquisitely displayed her ample cleavage and a short skirt with a slit up the right thigh, she came up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek that lingered a little longer than was necessary. Her aroma was divine. We chatted and I put on all my usual charm and before long had her splitting her sides with laughter. Later in the night we danced together and her way of dancing made my stirrings worse, she of course picked up on my embarrassment instantly and decided to make it all the more acute. But when it reached a certain level she suddenly disengaged and disappeared with her friends. I took five and wandered off with several male students behind the hall and shared a joint. After a while I decided to rejoin the party and visited the gents along the way. The toilets appeared deserted but I suddenly heard a cubicle door creak open and I turned to see the radiant vision of Rachael stood by the entrance with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked so classy and sported that mischievous look in her sparkling eyes. "What ya doin' Jason?" "Passing some time Rachael. How about you?" "Me too" She purred. Her nipples were hard and I was starring with my mouth drooling. "Like what you see?" I think I just nodded like a fool but I was growing like crazy with lust, which she noticed. "Why don't you bring that over here?" In a flash I was at the entrance to the cubicle, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in. She put down the glass, sat down on the john reached for my prick and smiled her gorgeous smile. "You've no idea how long I've wished for this moment" and she engulfed me. It was more satisfying than I'd ever thought possible. Within minutes her expert mouth had me boiling. This she sensed and heated her technique up. Her eyes motioned for me to let it go and I did. All those weeks of teasing finally spewed fourth and I erupted my sack deep down her throat. She lapped it up all the while playing with her clit bringing herself to a minor climax. After I'd finished she stood up me and kissed me; a full kiss, a loving kiss and a lasting kiss. I could taste myself all over her probing tongue. "Delicious. Any more?" That was it, my blood was up. "Yes little slut much more." Within seconds I lead her away from the gents to my classroom that was officially off bounds to the rest of the revellers. Inside I led her to my desk and practically ripped her clothes from her body, I took a moment to admire her silhouette. Beautiful. We kissed some more and I took in her musky aroma, a curious mix of perfume and sex. She deliberately threw all my papers onto the floor, mounted the desk, laid back, spread her legs, opened her lips and begged me lick her cunt. Did I need to be told twice, no way! I quickly disrobed and approached her drenched thighs and inhaled deeply this made my cock harder than a diamond. I was really going to give it to her. And boy did I? Within seconds of my expert tonguing, over her clit, deep within her folds, she came, with such ferocity that I thought someone would raise an alarm, no-one did but I was covered in the most delicious golden nectar that I lapped up with great delight. She seemed to enjoy the attention I paid to her beautiful arsehole with moans of "yes" and "deeper". This babe had potential. I made my way up her flat abdomen to her firm, large nipples. As I tongued them to hardness my prick had nudged its way to her pussy. Her heat enveloped me making me light headed. She was moaning in ecstasy and the moment I made contact she pulled me up to her and with that one graceful move I was buried deep in her wet pussy. "Oh yes Jason, this feels so much better than I imagined." I replied breathlessly "You are so beautiful and feel so fantastic. I'm going to fuck you so hard". "Oh yeah, give it to me Jason!" And I did with deep powerful strokes. I held her legs up high as she pinched and caressed her nipples. Her sexy pussy was like velvet and so wet. I banged her hard and fast and she began screaming like a banshee. "Fuck me Jason. Push your dick in my pussy and fuck me till I scream. I'm gonna cum all over that beautiful cock." She moved her hand down and gripped my cock and seemed to be massaging her clit as well. This action was having an unbelievable effect on me and I knew that I would not last another minute. "Oh Rachael, I'm gonna cum soon baby" I breathed. "Cum with me Jason, cum inside me" She replied all husky with lust. I couldn't last and I shot my load deep inside her velvet tunnel. My orgasm was so powerful that I was screaming in joy and pain. My spasming cock and the pressure of my cum set of Rachael and she yelled my name with such force that I thought the windows were about to shatter. It was with great disappointment that I pulled out of her but my legs were shaking and I was drenched in sweat. I sat down on my chair and Rachael came and sat in my lap gently nuzzling my ear and neck. The whole room smelt of sex and the atmosphere was erotically charged. After a minute or two Rachael said lightly "That was unbelievable. Fuck me some more!" And she hopped off, knelt down and placed her heavenly mouth around my already hardening member. She wanted more! The Numbers Game Ch. 2 This is a continuation from the last instalment and I know that it is fairly lengthy. My apologies but for the story to be appreciated the events leading up to the night in question require elucidation. For those who are looking for juicy bits, they are at the end. * * * * * If, what had just occurred, had happened to anyone else rather than between a teacher and pupil on the night of the Sixth Form Christmas Party then I would be have been happy to partake in round two with the deliciously talented Rachael, my star pupil. Inexplicably and just as the mercury was rising, reason interrupted and it was with great reluctance that I eased her away from my rapidly swelling member but I was awash with conflicting emotions. Although our little dalliance lasted half an hour I knew our presence would be missed and I was keen to avert any form of scandal erupting around our heads. I wasn't unduly concerned about myself rather I was thinking about Rachael. She had only six months of school left before making that monumental journey into the big wide world and I did not want her focus shifting from what was going to be a rewarding and successful journey. On the other hand after just making love and after all the time we'd spent socially in the past I was now committed to her emotionally. I felt that the there was a deep connection between us and that our friendship was not only mutually beneficial but had reached a crossroads by the events of the evening. I knew which direction Rachael wanted to take but I wasn't sure of which direction I should take; my mind was flooded with contradicting thoughts and prejudices. If I chose to pursue a relationship with Rachael then questions were bound to be asked in the staff room and there would be much tongue wagging around the small insular community in which this prestigious college is located. Although times have changed people don't and a relationship of this nature would be viewed as a scandal. And a scandal like this could and probably would ruin my career forcing me to move, again. Rachael was worth that sacrifice though, actually she is worth any sacrifice. But all these reasons were superficial and what it all came down to was whether I could risk my heart, again. I was still coming to terms with my abortive attempt at marriage and although Jean was never far from my thoughts her face, in my memory, was fading and my life was looking more positive by the day. So why was I a mass of conflicting emotions? I needed to get away and think, really think. Rachael did not make it easy for me, her beautiful naked form silhouetted by the cold December moonlight was pure art and as I ran my hands up her sides, across her breasts and up to her angelic face my heart opened up for a brief second before my desire took over. I told her that we had to rejoin the party she hugged me tight whimpering against my entreaties. "No Jason no. I want to stay with you. Take me back to your place." And then with a hint of mischief. "I'll make it worth your trouble." The apple was surely tempting but I stiffened my resolve. We dressed in silence and I detected a hint of disappointment from Rachael as her manner was distinctly icy but I feared that this may happen and without another word she marched from the classroom. It was with great difficulty I extracted myself from the party and as I said my farewells I noticed that Rachael made no attempt to see me. She was on the far side of the hall talking with three friends, facing me and looking right at me. I went home to bed in bad humour. There were only six days of the term remaining before the Christmas break and they were difficult days to get through. Gone were those intimate lunchtime chats and gone was the classroom enthusiasm. Being a teacher I was unable to allow my personal feelings to interfere with my professional acumen and she interpreted this as arrogance. The truth though was very different; I was hurting deep inside and I wanted a chance to talk to Rachael, to clear the air but an opportunity never presented itself. During those six days I, at least, had opportunity to think and my mind was made up I wanted Rachael with all my heart and I wanted to tell her. It was shaping up to be a lonely Christmas when there was a knock at the door four days before the event. It was a wild and tempestuous day out, very cold and lashing with rain, typically English weather I'd say. I had no inclination to experience that harshness for the fire was on, the jazz playing in the background and all the supplies required were on hand. With my reverie interrupted, it was with some annoyance that I proceeded to answer the door. This mysterious caller must be insane I thought to myself as I swung open the door. The biting wind stung my face instantly and I involuntarily hid behind the door. I didn't recognize Rachael. The poor girl was soaked to the skin; her hair was straight due to the weight of the water and was stuck to her face. Her arms were folded across her chest and she was beset shivering but her eyes were alive with the fiery passion of her determined nature. "At last." She cried. I brought her inside immediately, ushered her directly into the bathroom, and told her to give me her wet clothes and to take a shower. I gave her my bathrobe and then proceeded to wash her clothes. She emerged almost twenty minutes later looking like a million dollars as far as circumstances permitted (my place required some feminine influence) and I immediately gave her a loving hug followed by a kiss. Her countenance brightened and she threw her hands around me and gave a big sigh. "I'm so very sorry for the way I treated you at school." I wanted to weep I was so happy. "You've nothing to be sorry for. Why are you here? You could have phoned and I could have come into town." Still holding her to me. "I just wanted to see you so badly. To clear the air and make everything right again between us. I've missed you so very much. I just had to see you" And then with mock anger in her voice, "but I didn't realise how difficult it was to track you down." She'd done well for I live four kilometres from town well off the beaten track in a village with scarce five hundred people. It's a beautiful village though with a river bisecting the main road and nestled quietly between hills and forests. I have a studio flat above a quite excellent antique bookshop that I purchased for a song four weeks after arriving from Australia. It was recently renovated with a treated pine interior, modern kitchen and bathroom and a view overlooking the river. My car takes me to town every day and town is connected to London by express train so everything I need is very close by. I certainly wouldn't walk into town on any occasion for the terrain is not for the faint hearted. "Well now that you're here you may as well stay for dinner." She acquiesced without any trace of resistance so I broke the embrace and wandered over to the kitchen. Rachael followed, taking a seat opposite the bench on a stool, I handed her a mug of steaming kenjara and began to prepare dinner for two. We ate an hour later enjoying a wonderful bottle of Australian Shiraz and some intimate conversation. Our friendship was now on very firm ground. We covered a vast array of subjects and I was impressed with her knowledge and experience on a variety of topics, that at her tender age, I could scarce credit. She was drawing me closer to her heart and I was opening up mine again. After dinner, I dimmed the lights and we retired to the lounge area and curled up in front of the fire beginning our second bottle of wine. The wind and rain howled outside causing Rachael to shudder as she recollected her recent adventure against the elements. In contrast the environment in-doors was warm, the music very ambient and appropriate to the occasion, the conversation engaging and the atmosphere relaxed. Involuntarily, we became much closer physically, her arm resting on the couch and her fingers stroking my shoulder. I on the other hand had rested my left arm on her leg and was slowly making circles against her skin. We both sensed that the time had come and we placed our wine glasses down and moved to each other, our lips finally coming together in a moist and sensual kiss. It was so soft and intimate that I felt a shiver run all the way through my body. My left hand made its way up to the side of her face and I held her and caressed her cheek. She had moved her hand to the back of my head and was using her fingers to stroke my hair. Her touch was magical and the kiss seemed to last forever. When we finally broke up she whispered to me in the softest of voices. "Let's make love Jason." All I could do was moan my affirmation before moving to meet her lips again. Her hands quite expertly began loosening my clothes but her actions were so graceful that my clothes seemed to remove themselves without interrupting this romantically charged ambience. This whole scene seemed to me to be like a dream, coloured with deep textures and rounded off with soft edges. I didn't want anything to ruin this moment for I felt sure the gods above had blessed me this day. My hand went immediately to the cord of the bathrobe and in one swift motion, like using a key to unlock a door, I had access and I was determined to explore what lay beneath. I brought her close to me and began to kiss her neck, my senses registered that she'd used my eau de toilette earlier and the faint breeze of Fahrenheit made my body dance with desire. My first contact with her expertly sculptured body was with her flat abdomen, the heat was incredible and my touch caused a slight ripple to flow through Rachael's body and a murmur to escape from her lips. I travelled up her body careful to avoid direct contact with her breast until I reached her shoulder from whence I caused the robe to fall away while my tongue and lips continued to enjoy her neck. She pulled me back up to her face and kissed me some more, our tongues danced the tango accentuated by the heady fragrance of the Shiraz but there was more urgency in our lip lock caused, no doubt, by the ever-increasing tide of desire. Rachael broke our kiss and looking directly into my eyes breathed. "I never knew it could be this good". My hand went back to her face and I replied with equal feeling. "I know. You are so beautiful and I want you so badly". There were tears in her angelic eyes and she sobbed with disbelief. "Really?" And then with earnest, "I'm all yours Jason. You make me feel like no other and I think I'm deeply in love with you." Her words melted my heart and soul. "I love you too Rachael so very much." And with that we hugged lovingly both over-awed by our emotions and the depth of feeling for each other. After what seemed like milliseconds, Rachael broke the embrace and began to kiss me passionately with short pecks before moving down my neck, chest, pausing to lick both nipples, down to my navel for some additional oral delight before coming to a rest at my incredibly hard and moist member. Having already experienced her talented mouth I knew I was in for a treat but in my highly aroused state I was uncertain as to how long I would last under this hedonistic assault. Rachael began by running her tongue all the way up my shaft making it wet and paying particular attention to my balls (that's what I love the most) before resuming her attack back up to the head. The sensation was divine but this was topped when she decided to go in for the kill and completely engulf me with her warm and wet mouth. I nearly blew it there and then and thought that I had been lucky to remain in control. I wasn't, however, the only one receiving the pleasure; I ran my right hand down her spine resting for a moment on her super tight bum which I caressed in earnest. Her skin was like silk but hotter than a furnace. I ran my hand down her crack coming to rest against her slit. She was wet, very wet and upon my initial penetration she leaked ever so slightly onto my probing fingers. I allowed my fingers to dance up the length of her slit spreading her heat and moisture in a quest for her little love button. Upon contact, Rachael jumped in spasm and a long and steady stream of whimpers escaped her as she devoured my very soul. In this battle of mutual pleasure I was to be the loser and after a couple of minutes of making love to my cock I announced that I was cuming. And cum I did and it was mind blowing. Rachael, already warned, allowed my orgasm to flood her mouth and she took me down without any trouble. As my orgasm subsided, she cleaned me up and, as I fell from her mouth, she made her way gracefully back up to my face and we engaged in another passionate kiss with my orgasm was present on her tongue. "Mmmm I love tasting you." She whispered but now it was my turn to repay the favour. Rachael pulled herself up further and offered me her beautiful breasts. As she pushed a nipple into my mouth, I licked and chewed it like a baby would suckle on its mother. The taste of her skin was fantastic. I intimated for Rachael to climb onto the couch and open her legs, she pulled me back to her breasts. After a few very pleasurable minutes of teasing and sucking, she started to push down on my head wanting me to go lower. As I reached her swollen pussy I just gazed at the sight of it. With no hair, her labia awash with fragrant nectar and her clit poking out from its hood, I began to flick it back and forth with my finger but she let out a groan and told me to use my mouth. I was in no way hesitant but Rachael, obviously impatient, moved my head closer to her love nest. The smell and taste of her sex was overpowering and I made my tongue as flat as I could and licked her like an envelope moving north to south pausing momentarily to nibble her clit. Under this sort of attention, it didn't take her long and I felt Rachael's legs squeeze against my head and her body tense up as she screamed in orgasm. Her slick juice burst fourth as I lapped her up eagerly. She pulled me up to her and gave me the deepest wet kiss telling me "Oh Jason that was so good. You make me cum so hard." We just lay there for a while with my head on her breast pondering on what was happening between us. Our minds seemed to be in synchronous thought and as we pulled away looking into each other's eyes we both knew what was coming next. I scooped Rachael up in my arms and walked to the bedroom. Unfortunately the romantic atmosphere was spoiled for a moment as I laid Rachael down onto an unmade bed. Rachael opened her legs and beckoned me closer. She moved her hips closer to mine and reached for my newly hardened solder beckoning us both to her drenched mound. She reached down and, with all the beauty of a rose in bloom, opened up her lips as I pressed the head of my cock against her opening. "Oh yes Jason. That feels so nice." She sighed as I continued my journey. I paused a moment before rocking gently easing more of my cock inside her. I heard her panting as each little thrust moved me slightly deeper inside her. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her and thrust more forcibly going deeper into her. As deep as I had been moments before I then went deeper. "Oh God!" we both cried. Engulfed by her tight wetness, I slowly began to move. As I moved faster, she began to moan, and then cry out. I have never had my cock squeezed like that before. I started gliding deeply into her with long strokes, all the way out and then plunging all the way in. Within minutes Rachael was again hovering upon the brink of another massive orgasm. "I'm cumming, baby, I cumming!" she screamed and when she came her pussy clenched my cock so hard, that I came too. As my creamy load shot into her pussy she began to grind against my pelvis. With each hot spurt, her pussy clenched my cock tighter, squeezing and sucking every drop of cum from my member. As I slowly rocked my hypersensitive rod in and out of her, I could feel her trembling with pleasure beneath me with each slow, pleasure filled motion. Afterwards, basking in the afterglow, we kissed and caressed for a long time whispering sweet nothings to each other before sleep spirited away two very happy souls. The shrieking of the winds and the pouring of rain awakened me sometime in the dead of night and a swift glance at the alarm clock informed me that there were indeed many hours remaining until 'morning'. It was nice and toasty between the sheets as I rolled over to have a look at my baby. Rachael was awake also and as we met she smiled with a slight giggle. "Hi babe." I offered and noticed that she was playing with one of her large, nicely shaped breasts and was pushing the nipple up to her mouth, looking straight into my eyes as her tongue traced tiny swirls around the aureole, making small goose-bumps on it. Her nipple was fully erect, pointing up towards her caressing tongue. Her other hand was used to prop herself up and I was laying on my side enjoying this impromptu show when after a few minutes her hand left her breast travelling down to her crotch. I threw back the covers so I could see exactly what was happening. Watching her fingers all wet with her juice, as she massaged her slit in gentle, lazy circles, was very arousing, and my pole began to pulsate in anticipation. "Mmmm!" moaned Rachael as her fingers found her tiny, pink clitoris, which had poked its delicate way out of the folds of its protective hood. I looked closely at the pearly tip of her shiny and lubricated clit, and heard her gasp loudly as I reached down and gently touched her there, barely making any real contact with that precious pearl. I then reached down to my cock, which had a large deposit of pre-cum forming on the tip, and put this on my fingertip. Then, I slowly massaged it onto her anxious clit, mingling with her aromatic nectar. She watched intently as I massaged my juice into the tiny jewel of her sensitive love bud. "Oh babe!" she moaned as I ever so gently massaged her pussy for her. "Oh yeah! That's it!" She sighed as I pushed my finger deep and swiftly into her seething hole. I was surprised at how hot she was, as she tried to clasp my finger as if it were my cock, her hips moving forward to allow me full access to her now soaking wet pussy. Her hand found my throbbing cock and her stroking matched the rhythm of my probes into her snatch. "Oh what a nice, hard cock, so beautiful, so strong!" she exclaimed, as she massaged me to an intense erection. I moved over to kiss her, and said, in between each kiss "God, you have such a fantastic body lover?" She beamed at the compliment and answered "This body is aching to feel yours inside it, thrusting deep into it!" So, without wasting a moment, I positioned myself between Rachael's muscular, long legs, and let her guide my eager pole into her juicy hole, first rubbing just the tip against her clitoris as she began to buck up and down under me even before I'd entered her. Finally, when I really couldn't stand this sweet torture of feeling her wetness, and not sinking deeply into her, I pushed my hips forward and my cock went right in, smoothing out the folds of her lust slickened tunnel. "Oh yeah!" she cried out, as I filled her with my manhood. "Cream me baby!" she moaned, "Fuck me and cream my hot pussy with that hard cock!" This filthy talk was direct contrast to earlier but was more in keeping with her mischievous character. The spasms inside Rachael's pussy were so intense that they nearly knocked me out as I pumped my shaft in and out of her. Our sexual lust for each other continued to build as we seemed to be racing to some place, going somewhere frantically in a hurry as we pumped and spasmed against each other. Rachael was desperately trying to get me as deep inside her as humanly possible, and had now spread her legs wide, pointing her toes as her hands held her calves apart for me. This shifted her pelvis upwards, opened her so completely for me, that my dick now made direct contact with the very depths of her womanhood. "Oh Jason! I want your cream! Shoot it deep in me!" She panted as I pumped furiously and ardently into her tightness. "Give it to me!" She wailed, as I began to fuck her as if trying to crawl deep inside her. There's something base and animal in having a woman imploring you, in those terms for this was not love making as before but raw animalistic passion that drove us to orgasm. With Rachael's toes curling as her orgasm exploded inside her, I pushed my hot, swollen cock into her tummy, and held it deep as I let loose my creamy gift inside her. The bucking of my cock triggered further spasms from her grasping, hungry mound. "Ah yes! That's it! Give it to me" She yelled, one hand caressing my jerking ball sack and the other twisting her nipple as I pumped thick hot cream into her wonderfully tight pussy. The force of my own cum nearly choked me. Part of a cry attempted to leave but was stuck in my throat and I just grunted into her mouth as we kissed, her snake like tongue now dancing in my mouth. Muscles deep inside Rachael held-tight and kept my dick from retreating from her, even as I softened-up within her. With all the pent up energy I'd used to pump her mound, Rachael's pussy was absolutely virgin tight as we lay there, the two of us catching our breath as we just held onto one another. The Numbers Game Ch. 2 I awoke from a deep slumber several hours later and the shaft of sunlight that peeked through the curtains announced the beginning of another day. I looked across expecting to see my soul mate and was surprised when I was greeted by her body print instead. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I could here the radio playing and there was the waft of breakfast in the air. I got up and threw on a spare bathrobe and went out to investigate. Sure enough I found Rachael in the kitchen preparing breakfast, juice, toast and eggs all but ready. As soon as she saw me she daintily tottered over to me, threw her arms round me in a loving embrace. "Morning Jason. How are you?" She inquired. Well I was just fine and I thought that with Rachael in my life that I couldn't be happier. She looked up at me with all the energy of her eighteen years and whispered, "Thanks for last night. I love you!" To which my reply was. "I love you too Rachael with all my heart." And we kissed. The Numbers Game Ch. 3 If having survived the last instalment without pressing the back button on your browser then read on for the third and final chapter of my relationship with Rachael. The butler's message on my voicemail indicated that the pick up place was the family home, the day was this Saturday, the time 8.30pm and the passenger one Miss Rachael. How the rich live! Rachael and I decided to go out for dinner at the local Chinese Restaurant in town then out for a few drinks later and maybe some dancing. Our relationship was now in full steam with me informing the staff room shortly after the New Year term began. To my surprise and amazement the Principle hardly battered an eyelid although urged discretion whilst at school. The rest of my colleagues had a sneaking suspicion as rumours had apparently been circulating well before the Christmas Party (alluded to in the first chapter). What relief I thought but my ordeal certainly didn't end there. About a week later, and only after repeated urgings from Rachael, I agreed to be formally introduced to her family 'as her new beau'. Rachael was the eldest daughter of one of the richest families in the county and one of the oldest. Her father, whilst able to subsist comfortably on a private income, chose to work in the public sector as a research chemist for a listed pharmaceutical company and her mother was a successful country solicitor with her own firm. I had already met this charming couple professionally on two previous occasions concerning the academic affairs of Rachael's two siblings Justice and Lachlan whom I knew since they, being twins, were interested in attending this College in the next academic year. The whole family was pleasant and down to earth, completely devoid of any airs or graces, unusual with the landed gentry and setting an example that many other less polished families would do well to observe. I was hanging out for Saturday for I hadn't seen Rachael that week as I had spent the last five days skiing in the Swiss Alps with several friends from Australia. Rachael wasn't happy about this situation as she wanted to come despite the fact that she detests the snow but I had booked this holiday several weeks before we got together. It was with some reluctance that we parted but the holiday itself yielded some great skiing and despite being a real "lads living large" week in which vast quantities of alcohol were consumed and much late night partying occurred I really did miss Rachael. I called her everyday racking up a huge phone bill but I didn't care, she was / is worth any sacrifice. When the appointed hour was at hand I slipped into my BMW 318I and drove the short distance to Rachael's home that lay on the northern outskirts of town. The entrance to her family's private driveway was guarded by a lichen-covered gatehouse at least five centuries old and in good repair although the gates are automatic now. The driveway snaked its way up a slight incline lined with oak trees, older than the gatehouse, before reaching a large clearing. The Hall itself is of Georgian origin, three stories with high chimneys that, undoubtedly, give the visitor the impression of a magnificent country mansion. The original hall, dating back to Tudor times, was destroyed by fire but like every phoenix, a new hall rose from the ashes of the old. As I pulled up the Hall was ablaze with lights, exaggerated by the cold clear evening, indicating a full house. Even before I reached them, the heavy set double oaken doors were swung open by the family butler who beckoned me into the entrance hall. Despite the harshness of the outside, the interior by contrast was intolerably hot and I was glad to relinquish my coat. There did not appear to be anyone around and upon enquiring the butler informed me that all except Rachael had gone visiting family friends and would be back late. I proceeded into the lounge room where I usually waited for my beloved but this evening the butler informed me that Rachael was expecting me in her room. So off I went, climbing the magnificent grand staircase that opened up into a spacious landing hall with the various rooms branching off the left and right. Rachael's room was a little distance to the left and as I approached I heard the sound of rock music emanating from behind the door. I knocked in anticipation and was immediately greeted by lover and best friend. Or to be more accurate, her head greeted me. I first noticed her hair for it was incredibly lustrous and had been straightened the new look was fantastic. "Hi there Handsome." She greeted me and then with a flick of her head she motioned me to enter. There were no lights on rather her room were illuminated with countless candles. The dancing lights flickering a million different shades of orange. I turned around to face her as she eased the door closed and my jaw simply fell open in surprise. There she was facing me without a shred of clothing except for a pair of strapped heels. Her left hand was resting high against the doorframe and her right against her hip. She was stunning, absolutely radiant and I was speechless. She raised a thin questioning eyebrow at me in amusement and after what seemed like an eternity I finally stammered, "Are we not going out then?" To which she replied "Nope I thought we'd eat in!" And with that she marched towards me, grabbed hold of my jumper and pushed me against the wall kissing me with great force. I put up a token resistance as you do but I quickly surrendered to the situation. What followed seemed like a blur. She kissed me furiously and deftly removed my clothes. Within seconds my trousers were around my ankles with Rachael, perched on her haunches and resting on her heels began sucking my manhood as if her life depended on it. Whilst consuming my rapidly hardening cock she was able to remove my shoes, socks and pants with ease. Her mouth was hot and wet and I was quickly turned me into a dripping mess. I reached down and cupped the side of her face as she went back on fourth on my pole. The feeling was incredible and accentuated even more so when her tongue worked it's wicked magic. She was all over my cock, balls and greedily tried to reach my pucker with her tongue and her hands began to lightly scratch my chest and stomach. For someone only eighteen years old, Rachael had an impressive imagination. When she judged me ready, she quit her ministrations as suddenly as she began them and sauntered over to her writing desk. Rachael bent right down, sticking her arse in the air and cocking one leg over the chair. This posture left no doubt in my mind what she was seeking but suddenly another possibility presented itself. Surely not I thought and so banished it! What was on offer though was a feast fit for a king; her tanned skin looked incredibly brown in the wan light; her legs long and smooth and a peach that was as shapely as it was firm. I walked over and saw her rubbing her clit in a fast circular motion she was wet. As soon as I placed my hand on her buttock she let out a moan of delirious pleasure. "Oh fuck me Jason, I really need you in me, really bad." I slapped her arse and replied, "How badly slut?" The slap surprised her for she giggled and said, "Oh Jason!" I wanted her to beg in anticipation to let me know she really wanted me but I couldn't wait any longer and slammed into her all the way in. She came straight away and loudly too, if it weren't for the music then her cry of pleasure would have brought the household staff rushing in. And that would have presented a very embarrassing situation that would have been around town in no time. It looked and felt like a massive pent up orgasm and one that she would have required some rest before continuing but my cock had other ideas. Ordinarily her orgasmic contractions would have had me shooting stars as well but I wasn't as in tune with her needs on this occasion. So I just hammered away with a single minded fury totally out of character but my needs took precedence. Rachael's pussy was in full flood and my honey-coated cock was reflective in the candlelight. Her fragrance also permeated the air and as if on a high my head began to swim. I reached round and began to play with one of her breasts and this stimulation quickly had Rachael happily on her way to her second orgasm of the evening. That was all I could handle, the stimulation to my senses was overpowering and my orgasm was racing through my cock at the speed of light. Within seconds I was firing sticky load after sticky load into her tight snatch and screaming in delight. I almost passed out the pleasure was so consuming. My wildly throbbing cock set Rachael off too and, although her second climax was less powerful, the clamping effect of her pussy began to suck me even deeper than I was right now. I shuddered in excruciating pleasure. Afterwards, bathed in sweat and each other's juices, we sat down on the floor with our backs resting against her sofa. This was quality time; in the afterglow and in the loving tenderness we professed our love for each other and felt closer than before. Prior to my arrival, she had laid out a veritable smorgasbord of oriental nibbles and there was a bottle of chilled Chardonnay on the go. As we lazily consumed this repast (and they were both quite excellent) we began talking about our respective first time. Mine, I do confess, was an utter disaster and put me off the idea of sex for quite sometime. There was absolutely no romantic notion involved with that event whatsoever. Rachael's by contrast was no better. She lost her cherry to one of the groundskeeper's employees a few years ago. It was a rushed affair with only one person finding the experience pleasurable. We both lamented the lack of romance and the disappointed connected to the event. There was a moment's silence before Rachael came out with what was on both our minds. "I wish we could have lost our cherries to each other." I agreed wholeheartedly but that time was long gone. More silence followed and this time Rachael appeared to be in deep thought. I didn't want to intrude so I drained my (Waterford crystal) wine glass and began eating some of the delicious sushi that was on offer. Then it was my turn to drift off in thought but as I began pondering the future with Rachael, she suddenly piped up. "Do you really wish that I was your first?" I looked over and her face had such a look of seriousness and concern. Before I could answer she added, "Because I really wish you had been my first." I agreed and kissed her forehead. She continued but spoke is a slow and measured tone, "If you like I have one last cherry that I really like you to take." She stressed the word 'you' but I was totally caught off balance and made out that I hadn't heard correctly. She dropped her head turning away slightly as if ashamed and whispered, almost pleading, "I want you to fuck me in the arse." As you would be able to appreciate blood rushed from all over my body and began to congregate in one area of my body and one area only. I do declare that each blood vessel was fighting to be first in line. I had thought about this for a long time unsure as to approach the subject but here I was being asked to take my lover's anal cherry. Rachael looked back at me and then at my cock and got her answer. And a huge grim suddenly broke across her angelic features. With that, events moved at breakneck speed as we were engulfed in a new wave of passion and excitement. I decided the easiest way would be for her to kneel in front of the chair and lean over it. Rachael reached around and using both hands, spread her arse apart, exposing the perfect pink rosebud between her cheeks. I knelt down against it and drew little circles around it with my wet tongue. "Oh, wow, that's so nice!" She breathed, pressing her arse against my face willing my tongue deeper. I probed up from her wetness, tasting her for the first time this evening, and pressed against her sweet tight wrinkled arse. Her tiny hole tensed at the pressure, then parted, letting my tongue dart in and out. For what seemed an eternity, I slowly tongued her butt, my rock hard cock begging for some attention. I could feel her arse squeezing my tongue and knew she loved it. To heighten her pleasure (and mine) I began to slowly rub her clit and was rewarded by little jolts of pleasure and my hand drenched with her flowing honey. She was getting impatient and hissed, "Are you going to fuck my arse or are you just going to admire it all night?" Either would have suited me but I simply grinned and straightened up ready to give my lover exactly what she wanted. I painted a mixture of juice and saliva up between her cheeks, massaging it into her tight little hole. "Be gentle with me Jason. This is my first time and you're the one I want to take my virginity." She whimpered as I pressed the head of my cock against her brown rose for I had every intention of making this a wonderful experience, something unique between the two of us. Her tight little hole spread open and the head of my cock popped in. "Oh yes!" She cried in delight. I paused for a moment to spread a little more saliva on my cock before easing more inside her. I heard her grunting as each little thrust allowed me to go further. After a while, I felt her arse loosen and this allowed me to delve deeper. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her and restarted my journey with more determination hoping to reach the bottom. "That feels so good, so filling." She moaned as her muscles relaxed some more and I buried myself into her as deeply as I could. I began to fuck her tight arse slowly at first. I have never had my cock squeezed like that before but she was hot too like an inferno and the experience was singular. "Oh Rachael this is so good!" I breathed as I finally found my rhythm plunging deeper into her with long strokes. She was arching her back begging me to fuck her harder. I complied and thrust into her, sweating, grunting, holding her hips and spreading her arse cheeks apart. "I'm cumming baby. I'm really cumming?" She screamed with almost total surprise and when she came her arse, like her pussy, clenched my cock so hard, that I came too. It was very strong and unlike any orgasm I've ever known and I felt that I was freeing my very soul into her. We wound down together and I leaned over her, kissing her back and shoulders until my cock softened and slipped out to which she let out a slight cry of disappointment. When Rachael turned towards me however there were tears streaking down her face and as she wrapped her arms around me, she sobbed, "That was absolutely fantastic, exactly how I wanted it to be. I will always consider you to be my first. Promise me that you'll always fuck me in the arse?" I readily promised because, like her, I never thought it would be that good either and I now consider her my first. We were both exhausted after our mammoth sexploration not to mention fragrant. I would have loved nothing better than to shower and hit the bed preferably alone because, after the nights exertions, I was a little sore. But our relationship, in her parent's eyes at least, had not advanced sufficiently for me to be allowed to stay over so I was forced to contemplate the journey home. Rachael must have read my thoughts for she teased, "My poor baby has to go home all alone while I get to go to bed right now!" I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, "I know, bummer eh?" We uncoupled and I began to search for my clothes amongst the wreckage of the room. Rachael climbed inside a bathrobe and combed her hair, even with that simple look she took my breath away. Once done she summoned the butler, embraced me, kissed me and said, "Forgive me for not giving you an escort to the door but-" She cast her gaze around the room indicting what was obvious. "That's okay." And pausing for a moment, "I love you Rachael." In a second I was whisked away by the brisk knock at the door and began my journey home a tired but happy chap.