1 comments/ 79217 views/ 7 favorites Fantasies Do Cum True Ch. 01 By: PurrfectKitten22 I never really understood what was wrong with me. I was ten minutes late for school and feeling super stressed out and here I was lingering in the shower, trying to get myself off. I'd been so incredibly horny lately and I really didn't get it. I just knew that if I didn't get off now I'd have to somehow do it at school, and that thought wasn't so appealing. I lifted my leg against the tiled wall and pointed the spray at my pussy. I pushed apart the lips with my other hand and felt the stinging hotness on my clit. I was so incredibly close. I closed my eyes and thought about gym class. I thought about Susan Meyer soaping up her body in the shower. Everyone couldn't help but stare at her unusually large chest, myself included. I watched her tits with envy as they swayed gently side to side while she was shaving her legs. I pictured reaching out and touching them, and then the fire between my legs turned into a tiny explosion of concentrated pleasure. I gasped as my body shook and convulsed. Immediately I turned off the shower and hopped out wrapping a towel around my waist. I hastily yanked and squeezed the water out of my hair. I ran to my bedroom and pulled on some clothes. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door with a pop-tart in my mouth. I jumped into my car and raced to school. I made it just as the warning bell rang and slid into my seat only a minute or so late. Mr. Meyer looked at me with disapproval but thankfully didn't say anything. I hated having Math so early in the morning. It was nearly impossible to concentrate. I stared at Mr. Meyer. He was Susan Meyer's father, but he didn't look anything like her. He was a little on the short side, 5'7-5'8 maybe and going a little bald. His face would have been handsome if not for the large glasses he wore. They made him look ten years older than he really was. I studied him intently as he walked around the room, handing back papers, explaining in a deep rumbling voice that we'd have our midterm in two weeks. Damn I thought. I couldn't believe midterms were here already. The bell rang then and I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Denise, can you stay a minute?" Mr. Meyer called out to me. "Sure." I said and waited by my desk until the classroom had cleared. "Denise, you've been late an awful lot lately. I'm not particularly strict or anything, but I do hope that you'll try to be on time in the future. Seeing you walk in late disrupts the learning process for the other students." "Sorry Mr. Meyer." "Why are you late so often?" I thought about masturbating to the image of his daughter in the shower. "Just a tendency to oversleep." "They make alarms for that you know." "Yes sir." "All right. Well I hope from now on you'll try to get here on time. You'd better hurry to your next class or you'll be late." "Yes Mr. Meyer. See you tomorrow." I hurried out. The day passed so slowly. More irritating was the fact that I found myself incredibly turned on, for no discernable reason. In fifth period, gym, we were given a dance/aerobics routine that we had to complete for our midterm. We were paired up in groups of two alphabetically. "Denise N and Susan M." my gym teacher called out. Susan looked over at me and smiled. I watched her chest move beneath her gym shirt as she skipped over to me and sat next to me. I really didn't understand why a girl would make me feel like this. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, I'd had sex with guys before. Something about her made me want to touch her, to explore her body. She was sexy in a a way that I really wasn't. She was tall, and had nicely tanned skin, long golden hair, beautiful breasts and a nice firm ass. I on the other hand am short, pale, with short dark hair, average breasts, with very little ass to speak of. I'd never had problems getting a date or anything, but men flocked to her. She was on the cheerleading squad and treasurer of student council. I heard that she had already been accepted to Yale. What was not to love about this girl? "So, anyway, Denise, you listening? Anyway, come over to my house after school and we can practice our routine. I'm really good at coming up with stuff so leave it to me, ok? I'll wait for you by the library. My dad can drive us." I nodded at her and she smiled, bounding away as the bell rang. I groaned. How was I going to do this? I was so horny I thought I'd just explode if I didn't do something about it. I decided to not shower and pulled on my street clothes as quickly as I could. I was a T.A. in my last period and hurried over to Mr. Jenkins room. He sent me to the tiny office at the side of his classroom with a big pile of papers to grade. I went inside and closed the door behind me. Piles of papers littered the tables with dusty Spanish translation books and pencils strewn haphazardly everywhere. I stood up and leaned over the corner of one of the desks, reaching for a red pen for grading. I stopped as a dart of pleasure raced upward from my pussy. My crotch was against the corner of the table and the pressure of having my body leaning over it was filling me with pleasure. I looked behind me at the closed door and wondered if I could get myself off just by rubbing up against the table. I'd never done that before except with stuffed animals. I decided to risk it. I couldn't go home with Susan when I was this horny. Who knew what stupid thing I'd say or do? I pretended to be reaching for the pen but my hips were grinding my pussy against the corner of the desk. My hamstrings tightened as I humped the table and little sparks of heat jumped between my thighs. I could feel my wetness growing as my damp panties rubbed against my skin. I panted as I slammed my pussy against the corner and leaned over it higher, stimulating my hardened clit as I rubbed it. I started thinking about Susan's tits then and about touching them when a picture of Mr. Meyer floated into my mind. I pictured him bending me over his desk, pulling up my skirt and spanking me for being late to class. A rocket of pure fire raced through me then as I climaxed. I held onto the desk, shoving my soaking crotch against it for a few minutes as the orgasm subsided. I was soaked in a sheen of sweat and leaned away from the desk, sitting down in the office chair, my knees shaking. I looked up at the clock and panicked, realizing that I hadn't graded the papers and the bell was about to ring any minute. I shoved the papers into my backpack and waved to Mr. Jenkins. He nodded his head. I left a little early and ran to the library to wait for Susan and Mr. Meyer. I sat on a planter outside the library and tapped my foot nervously. Whatever had gotten into me had to stop. It had to. No way was I going to be a slave to sex or to masturbation or to anything like that. What kind of person would I be? I wondered about my mini fantasy that had gotten me to cum. There was absolutely nothing hot about Mr. Meyer. There were plenty of teachers in the school that were much better looking and in better shape than him. So why was he the one I was picturing? "Denise!" Susan called out to me cheerily. She walked up to me and gave me a quick hug. Her breasts pressed against mine briefly and my nipples hardened. She gave me a quizzical smile and then sat next to me. Todd Elders came up to her and began flirting. I rolled my eyes. Mr. Meyer walked up to us and Todd took off. Susan stood up and I followed behind Mr. Meyer and her as he walked out to the teacher's parking lot. I was surprised as I saw his car; it was a brand new sport's car, with chocolate leather bucket seats and a beautiful paint job. I saw the tiny back seat and winced. Short as I am, I didn't know if I could fit back there. "Here Denise, you can get behind the driver's seat, there's a tiny bit more room on this side." I smiled meekly and sucked everything in as I squeezed behind the driver's seat. I hastily buckled my seatbelt and then dug around in my backpack for my cell phone so I could call my mom and let her know where I was going. We began the long winding drive up to their elite neighborhood. Susan and I had been friends in elementary school and I'd been to a few sleepovers before. Their house was at the top of a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was Colonial in style and had smooth alabaster columns in the front. It was such a lovely house, but nothing compared to their backyard. The late Mrs. Meyer had a talent for gardening and landscape and had designed their backyard to be a Chinese Zen garden. It had ponds with lily pads and large colorful fish, gazebo's with ivy and flowers growing all over them, and small stone benches and seating areas. The prize of the garden was a large three tiered fountain that sprayed water in a hypnotic dance. She also had managed to put in a large pool that seemed to fall off the edge of a cliff and a rather large Jacuzzi that was perfect for barbeques and gatherings. I could spend eon's in their garden. We arrived suddenly and Mr. Meyer had to help me out of the car as he was parked on an incline. He grabbed my hands and scooped me from the back of the seat. For a brief moment he held me against him and then he reached in for my backpack. He handed it to me and coughed. We walked up to the front steps and Mr. Meyer unlocked the door. Susan grabbed my hand and pulled me into their kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out a couple of diet soda's and then fished in the freezer until she found a couple of frozen brownies. "It's funny you'll drink diet soda but eat a brownie." I laughed. "Girls have to watch their figures and so I only drink diet. However, girls also have to have a proper amount of chocolate. Don't you know that?" "Sure. So where do you want to practice?" "God. Blah. I don't know. Why is she making us do this stupid routine anyway?" "Oh, I know, teachers like to torture their students and humiliate them." I said. "That so?" Mr. Meyer walked in smiling. "Ummm..." I didn't know what to say. I felt foolish. "It's ok Denise, don't mind him." Susan explained as though she was talking about her dog. "Yes don't mind me. We aren't in school right now." His eyes seemed to travel over me and I felt a little flushed. "Where's your restroom again?" I asked Susan. "Use the upstairs one at the end of the hall. We're repainting the downstairs one." I walked up the elegant staircase and found myself upstairs alone. I walked toward the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror with a critical eye, noting that my skin was reddish and badly in need of moisturizer. I left the bathroom and walked towards Susan's bedroom. I opened the door and jumped in surprise as I saw Mr. Meyer walking across what was clearly his bedroom naked. I watched his ass and the swing of his balls as he walked into the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. He hadn't seen me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I hastily shut the door and walked back to the bathroom. I shut the door again and this time, I pulled off my skirt and undies and let my hand slide between my engorged pussy lips. I frigged my clit furiously, feeling the hot welling up of passion and nearly cried out as I rocked myself to orgasm. Once again I'd had the fantasy of being alone with him and him turning me and spanking me for being late. This time the fantasy had gone further. I imagined him forcing me to take off all of my clothes and face him, sitting on top of his desk while he smacked my pussy with a ruler. I moaned a little as I thought about it again. "Hey Denise. You done or what?" I hastily pulled myself together and walked out to meet Susan. She looked at me queerly, noting my rumpled clothing and flushed face. Thankfully she declined to comment. "You want to go swimming or something?" she asked. "Um, I didn't bring a suit or anything." I replied. "Its ok, you can use one of mine." "Ok." We walked into her room and this time I made a mental note of which room it was. I didn't want that whole thing to happen again. What if he had seen me? She tossed me an orange bikini. I looked at it and knew that I could never fill it out. I put it on anyway and we walked out to her pool. I dipped a toe in the water and yelped. It was freezing cold. Susan laughed and dove in. I watched her swim a few laps and then she splashed me. I shrieked and since I was half wet already I dove in. Of course my top came off. She giggled pointing at my chest. "Oh whatever you bitch." I called out to her. "Not everyone has boobs as big as yours!" "Yeah, ok Denise! Yours are like the perfect size. Mine always get in the way." "In the way of what? Your many lovers?" I teased. "Oh you're going down Nunez!" I dove under as her splashes hit me. Suddenly I felt her pulling against me and she twisted one of my nipples painfully. I yelped under the water and reached back determined to do the same to her. Because I was below her I ended up with my hand between her legs. She gripped my hand with her thighs and I pulled it out, gasping for air as I broke the surface of the water. She studied me quietly. It was an awkward moment. She leaned forward then and put her hands at my hips. Her fingertips tugged at the bottom of my suit. I was instantly wet with desire. I didn't know what she was doing, but right then, I didn't much care. Her fingers hooked into my bikini bottoms she tugged them down. I kicked my legs a bit and found myself completely naked in front of her. I decided to take a chance and leaned close to her. We were an inch or so away from one another. I let my hands slide around her wet body and pulled her close. Her lips parted a fraction and I leaned forward, kissing her. She went rigid for a second and then relaxed as my tongue slid over the ridges of her lips. My hands continued to move up and down the smooth sleekness that was Susan's body. My hands found the clasp at the back of her suit and I tugged it so that it came undone. Her full tits fell from the top and she tossed it away. Her pink nipples were standing at attention and I couldn't take it anymore. I let my hands slide over them, exploring them, pressing and molding them, running lightly over her nipples. She began to caress my breasts in the same fashion. "Mmmmm Denise....yes." The air was crackling with electricity. At the moment, all I could think about was her and how much I wanted to taste every inch of her body. Her hands slid from my breasts down the smooth incline of my stomach and settled between my legs. I parted my thighs as she teased my outer pussy lips. Every second seemed to last an eternity. "It's cold in here...why don't we go to the Jacuzzi?" she suggested. I didn't want to leave this embrace for fear that it would end but I nodded my head in agreement. We swam to the edge of the pool and I gasped as she got out of the water. It streamed down her body and dripped from her luscious curves. She pulled of the remnants of her swimsuit and turned and got into the Jacuzzi. I stood and followed her, completely naked. For a brief second I looked around. I saw a curtain drop into place in the upstairs window. I was stunned, knowing Mr. Meyer had just seen everything. At the same time, it really turned me on. I wondered what he thought of my body? "You coming or what?" Susan asked in a sexy voice. I smiled and slipped into the tub with her. She didn't waste any time and cuddled up to me immediately. She began to kiss me passionately, rubbing her chest against mine, her crotch against mine. I felt her fingers moving into my pussy beneath the hot bubbling water. I moaned as they rubbed my hard little clit. Deftly she parted my full lips and let two of her fingers enter me. She fucked me slowly and I groaned in impatience. She looked me in the eyes and then began to move her hand faster. She forced another finger into my opening and fucked me hard. I bucked my hips back against her hand and then yelped as my body rocked on the intensity of the orgasm she created in me. The walls of my pussy vibrated wildly as a wave of heat roared upwards to settle as a rosy glow in my cheeks. She withdrew her hand and I looked at her amazed. She smiled back coyly and then sat up out of the water. She parted her pussy and rubbed it as she watched me. I swam the short distance to her and knocked her hand away. I settled my head between her legs and was delighted to find there was still a trace of her scent even after being in the chlorinated water. I'd never licked a pussy before, had never done anything with a girl and yet I found that all I wanted to do was taste her. I wanted to make Susan Meyer cum. I lashed my tongue against her swollen clit without warning and she screamed in pleasure. I hoped Mr. Meyer was watching me eat his daughter. Something about that spurred me on and I wiggled my tongue and fucked her pussy with it the best I could. I sucked her clit like a cock and she humped my face fiercely. As I sucked her I let two fingers settle inside of her and applied pressure just where I knew it would drive her wild. She slammed her cunt against me and came then, her pussy tightened around my slippery fingers nearly forcing them out of her. I relentlessly sucked and licked her until she finally relaxed. "Oh my fucking God Denise. Holy shit. That was amazing!" "I know...I can't believe that just happened." I responded truthfully. "Maybe this will be our routine. We can show the whole class." We both laughed. I looked up at her and leaned in to kiss her. She backed away a little bit. "I'm not...a lesbian Dee. I mean, I've fooled around with girls...but that's it." "I'm not a lesbian either." "Ok. Well...you ate me like a pro." I winked. "We sure didn't get anything accomplished today." She said. "Why don't you stay over?" "Sure." I imagined us fucking each other all night long. But somehow I knew that it wasn't going to be like that. Not after what she'd just said. Inwardly I sighed. I wondered about Mr. Meyer. I wondered if he liked what he saw. I pulled myself away from my thoughts. What I was starting to want, I couldn't have. Or could I? Fantasies Do Cum True Ch. 02 It had been a really long day. I listened to Susan breathing deeply. I knew she was asleep. After our encounter in the pool, I couldn't really think about anything else. She, on the other hand, had managed to come up with a crazy dance routine for our gym class. She showed me over and over each move in succession. I tried in vain to match her graceful movements but I ended up looking like an idiot. We were going to need a lot of practice to get a good grade. We had been practicing in the living room and for a short time, Mr. Meyer stood in the doorway and watched us as he drank a glass of iced tea. My concentration was shot as he stood there and more than once, I fell out of sync with Susan and managed to stumble all over the room. I kept looking up at him and his eyes bored into mine. Surprisingly, I started to feel a little wet. This time it wasn't Susan that had had turned me on. I mentally pictured him naked, walking across his bedroom. His ass wasn't that bad for someone who had to be in his mid-forties. I spun in a turn and tripped over the shag carpeting. I launched headfirst toward the doorway and fell against Mr. Meyer. I was shocked that he managed to catch me without spilling a drop of his drink. He smiled down at me and I could swear there was something in his expression, the way his eyes moved over my face as though he could read my thoughts. It was disconcerting, and yet for those few moments, nothing else had existed. Our bodies had been pressed together tightly, one of his arms hooked around my waist. I extricated myself then and he smiled. He turned and left the room. I looked back at Susan who was wearing an exasperated expression. She shook her head and I knew I was hopeless at the whole dancing thing. Now as I laid on her bedroom floor I tossed and turned miserably. I was so tired and yet I couldn't sleep. I decided to go and get a glass of milk, sometimes that helped. I tiptoed out of her room and shut the door quietly behind me. I walked past Mr. Meyer's room and headed downstairs. Everything was dark, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a small flicker of blue light coming from the den. I looked around and snuck quietly towards the door, and peeked in. Mr. Meyer sat there in his boxer shorts and nothing else. My eyes shifted from his face and I found myself staring at his crotch. I could see the outline of his penis and I wondered what it would look like if he had an erection. I backed away from the door slowly and jumped as I knocked over one of their plants. My heart hammered in my chest and before I knew it, Mr. Meyer was looking at me from the doorway. "Can't sleep?" he asked softly. "Yeah. I'm so tired, but today has just been kind of stressful." "Stressful? At your age? Why don't you tell me about it." "I was just coming down to get a glass of milk and I saw the TV was on..." I began to explain. "Oh it's ok. No problem. Why don't we go get that milk? I have some chocolate chip cookies stashed away." I smiled at him and we walked barefoot into the kitchen. Mr. Meyer took out two glasses and filled them with milk. He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a bag of my favorite cookies. "Wow those are my favorite." I exclaimed. "Mine too. Have a couple." I held out my hand but he shook his head. I looked at him curiously. "Here. You dunk it in milk first, it's so much better this way." He dunked the cookie into the milk and held it close to my mouth. I took a bite and he smiled. Something about the way he was feeding me was really sexy. I felt my nipples harden under Susan's thin nightgown. His eyes traveled downward to my chest and he stared unabashedly. I took a step toward him, my heart hammering madly in my chest. He set down the bag of cookies and took the remaining step separating us. He tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. "I remember when you were a little girl and you and Susan used to play outside." I nodded my head, afraid to breath. "You were such a cute little girl...wonder what's changed?" I parted my lips and without warning he leaned down and crushed his lips to mine. His arms wrapped around me like steel and crushed me to him. He assaulted me with his lips and I let his tongue invade my mouth. He pulled away then and smiled wickedly. "You're such a bad girl Denise...always late for class. You don't pay attention, do you?" The change in his tone scared me a little. He was no longer Susan's father, but a warm blooded male, obviously turned on. I could feel his cock pressed hard against my body. "Answer me Denise." "Yes...I'm..." I stuttered. "You're what? Are you a lesbian Denise?" "No!" I exclaimed. "What about today Denise? What about the pool? Getting naked, kissing my daughter, and sticking your head between her legs? I watched it all Denise. I saw it all. What do you like about Susan? Tell me." His voice held an authority that I had rarely heard from anyone. "She's beautiful." I said lamely. "Tell the truth!" he commanded. "I like her tits. I like her body. She's really sexy." "Finally, a bit of truth. What do you like about her tits?" "They're big and soft and round." "What was it like Denise? Touching her tits that you like so much?" "It was amazing." I answered truthfully. "I think your tits are amazing Denise. Does that mean I can touch them the way you touched hers?" My mouth opened in surprise. I was speechless. He smirked at my expression and pushed me against the refrigerator. He slid his hands from my waist up to my chest and his fingers played with my nipples. He rubbed them softly through the thin material, making the already tender peaks more pronounced. He cupped my breasts in his hands and molded them together and apart. I was incredibly turned on and yet hesitant. "You like this, don't you?" he asked. "Yes." I whispered. "What else would you like?" "I don't know." "You're lying to me Denise. For that you'll have to be punished." I quivered in anticipation and fear. He extricated himself from me and my eyes darted toward his crotch. His manhood was at attention and was a lot larger than I'd ever dreamed it could be. "Turn around." He ordered. I stood there helpless. He reached out and grabbed me, whirling me around roughly. He smashed my body against the cold steel of the refrigerator. I felt his cock hard and pulsing against my ass. Suddenly I realized this wasn't a dream. This wasn't a fantasy. This was very very real. "You will do every damn thing I say, you hear me? You have no fucking respect. But I'm going to teach you to be a good girl. Listen closely and pay attention. Otherwise, you'll get this." With those warning words I felt his hand slap my ass. I yelped in surprise and pain. "You will not make a sound or I will hit you harder." I remained silent. "Good girl." With that he hit my ass again with his hand. He hit me again and again, each time a little harder than before. My ass was stinging with the pain and I realized that the fantasy of him spanking me wasn't the way I thought it would be. It really hurt. Tears collected in my eyes. The assault stopped as suddenly as it had begun. He turned me around again. I looked up into his eyes. They were cold and relentless. "Get on your knees." I sunk to the cold kitchen tile and looked up at him, fear in my eyes. "Suck my cock." I jerked in surprise and made to get up from the floor. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me back down. He dropped his boxers and swung his hard cock at my face, slapping me with it. "Open your mouth slut." I opened my mouth and I felt the thick cock head push past my lips. He grabbed the sides of my head and forced his cock all the way into my mouth. I choked and gagged as it entered my throat. I felt as though I was going to throw up. I couldn't breathe and just as I felt I'd have to do something desperate he pulled out a little. I sucked in as much air as I could and then he forced his cock all the way in yet again. "Suck it bitch. Don't make me fuck your mouth." I slid my head forward and back, and slurped at his cock. I'd rarely done this before and certainly never under the kind of pressure I was under now. I moved my lips over the shaft and pulled my head back so that just his tip was still in my mouth. I licked it slowly with little flicks of my tongue. I heard him grunt in pleasure. He pulled out then and I felt a little dismayed. I sort of wanted to continue. "That's enough for now. You got to see mine, now I get to see yours. Stand up." I stood up and shivered. "Take off the nightgown." I hesitated. I didn't want to just do everything he said. Who the hell was he to tell me what to do anyway? "That's it." He said menacingly and stepped forward. He yanked the nightgown up and over my head before I could move. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. "Don't you understand Denise? You're in my house. You will do what I say or you will suffer the consequences." I made to call out. If Susan heard me she'd come downstairs and I could tell her what a sick fuck her father was. He sensed it a moment before I did it and slapped me hard across the face. I fell to the floor in a heap. Within a second he was lying on top of me his cock hanging between my thighs. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you will never forget." With those ominous words he sat up and walked out of the room. I couldn't move. I was frozen with fear. He returned a moment later, a ball gag in his hand, and a pair of handcuffs. He fitted the gag into my mouth and around my head and forced me to sit up. He cuffed my hands together behind my back. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me toward his study. He took me inside and shut and locked the door behind him. I stared at him, wondering what he was going to do. I didn't have long to wait. He strode across the room and removed a few things from his desk so that it was completely bare. He motioned for me to come towards him and I did. He got behind me and pushed me over the desk. My breasts smashed painfully against the polished wood. "Stay there and don't move." he ordered. I could barely move as it was. All sorts of horrible things danced through my mind, all of them were exciting. A second later I felt the crack of leather against my ass. I cried out but the ball gag kept me from making much sound at all. He struck again and again. I made to move away but then he was there forcing my legs apart. He struck the leather against the crack of my ass and the tip smacked against my pussy. The sting of the blow ricotched through my body as millions of sensitive nerves cried out all together. This time the tears flowed down my cheeks. I sobbed in pain and terror. He didn't seem to care but continued to assault me. My skin felt as if it was blistered and bruised. Just as I thought I'd pass out from the pain he stopped. His hands moved over my stinging flesh tenderly. I felt him apply a salve of some kind to the most painful spots. I stopped crying. Blessed relief spread through me. He took off the handcuffs and removed the ball gag. "Such a good girl." He whispered tenderly. My heart jerked in my chest. He reached out for me and held me against him. He kissed my face and brushed the remaining tears away. "Good girls get rewarded." He said. I looked at him in anticipation. He smiled. "Sit up on the desk and spread your legs." I did as he told me and he looked at me with passion filled eyes. There was a new warmth to him, the coldness was gone. He knelt between my legs and I felt his tongue on my pussy. I nearly screamed as the pleasure took hold of me. He licked me softly, tasting, exploring and I looked down at his head moving between my legs. He suckled on my cunt and before I knew what had hit me, my entire body tensed as an inferno engulfed me. Every muscle shook with the power of the orgasm he had created. He continued to lick and suck and I felt his fingers invade my cunt. He slid his fingers in and out of my pussy and kept the phenomenal orgasm at it's height. Sensitivity beyond anything I could have imagined overtook me as I came. Slowly he extricated himself and I was left sitting on the desk panting in a daze. "Bet that felt good." He said huskily as he leaned over me and kissed me. "Wow. I can't believe how awesome that was..." "I wanted to show you how discipline can lead to something great. I hope you'll remember this in the future." I looked up at Mr. Meyer and truly didn't know what to think of this man. I'd seen so many different sides of the same person. Suddenly I realized that he hadn't yet cum. It seemed wrong somehow. "Mr. Meyer..." I began. "Call me master." My eyes opened wide. Nothing had prepared me for that. I was truly shocked. How could he ask me that? "While we're in here together like this, you will address me as master or sir. Do you understand?" I nodded my head slowly. "Yes sir." "Very well. What is it?" I was reluctant to say anything. "Well?" "I just wondered if...I could please you the way you did me." I rushed out. "No. That is a privilege you've yet to earn." I couldn't fucking believe it. He wouldn't allow me to get him off? "Close your eyes Denise." He commanded. I did as I was told. I heard him climb onto the desk above me. Every sense I had was heightened. I could hear his hand moving over his cock. I knew he was jacking off right in front of me. Yet some discipline really had been beaten into me. I didn't open my eyes even though the suspense was killing me. "Oh yes Denise!" he cried out and I felt jets of hot cum cover my face. Streams of the hot gunk clung to my cheeks and eyes and dripped from my face onto my hair. I didn't dare move. "That's right baby." He said softly. I heard the click of a camera. I knew he'd taken a photo of his cum on my face. It really excited me. I felt a towel move across my face and he cleaned me off quickly. I sat up and suddenly felt very naked. He tossed me one of his business shirts. I put it on and buttoned it up. "Go to bed Denise. I'll see you in the morning." "Yes sir." I replied. Fantasies Do Cum True Ch. 03 Waking up with the brilliant sun blinding my face caused me to curse. I opened my eyes and blinked wearily, looking around and trying to remember where I was. It suddenly came back to me and I whirled around to see that Susan was no longer in bed. I heard a shower running down the hall. I really had to pee. I struggled to an upright position and was shocked to see myself in the mirror, wearing Mr. Meyer's shirt. "Holy shit." I whispered to myself. It wasn't a dream after all. I shook my head in dismay and walked closer to the mirror, eyeing myself like an appraiser would. I turned around and lifted the shirt and sure enough, my ass was still red from being whipped. I was surprised that I found it kind of sexy. I giggled then, a nervous sort of laugh and breathed in deeply. The aching signals from my bladder were a force that couldn't be ignored much longer. I walked out into the hall and down towards the bathroom. I heard Susan singing to herself. I figured she wouldn't mind if I walked in and used the toilet. I pulled on the doorknob but to my dismay it was locked. The downstairs bathroom was being remodeled, and that left only one other alternative. I knew Mr. Meyer had his own private bathroom. I really didn't want to go in there, but I was out of time. I walked boldly up to his door and tapped lightly. Half a minute passed and then the door swung open. Mr. Meyer looked down at me with a wicked grin plastered on his face. "Morning Denise." He said. "Morning Mr. Meyer." "What can I do for you?" "Can I use your bathroom? Susan's in the other one." "Certainly, come on in." With trepidation I walked into his room and crossed it quickly, reaching the safety of the bathroom within a few steps. I turned to shut the door but Mr. Meyer was there, blocking the entrance. "Go ahead Denise."he said smiling. "Um, can you please shut the door?" I asked nervously. "Now why would I allow something like that? Go ahead girl." I was pissed off but I knew I didn't have a choice, I couldn't hold it any longer. I lifted his shirt a fraction and sat on the toilet, exposing nothing, and let my bladder go. God what a relief! When I finished I breathed in a sigh of relief and reached for the toilet paper. There wasn't any left on the roll. I looked up at Mr. Meyer and he looked back at me innocently. "Do you need something Denise?" he asked softly. "Yeah, you're out of toilet paper." I answered bluntly. "Mmmm I can see that. Well, we'll just have to find another way to clean you off." My pussy instantly contracted. I gasped at the sudden rush of blood to my nether regions, causing a wet flame to consume me. "Stand up Denise." Mr. Meyer ordered. Meekly I stood up, feeling a few drops running down my legs. Whether they were urine or not, I didn't know. "Turn around and lean over and grab your ankles." I did as he told me and bent over, grabbing my ankles. This caused the shirt to lift up exposing my ass and wet pussy. I stood there for a few seconds not knowing what was going on and then I felt it. A warm tongue gently licking me, cleaning me. I shrieked and stood up, whirling around and glared at him the best I could. "Oh please Denise, enough with the theatrics." I felt myself deflate a little. "You can't pretend that didn't arouse you." He reasoned. I refused to give him a response. He moved toward me threateningly. He pushed me against the shower door and slowly unbuttoned the shirt. He slid it off of my shoulders and looked down the length of my body. He leaned in and kissed me hotly, passionately. He traced my lips with his tongue in a delicate dance that left me breathless. His hands meanwhile cupped my ass and pulled my groin to his, the masculine contact there caused me to quiver involuntarily. "Mr. Meyer..." I groaned. "You know better than that." He whispered. I fought a war within myself. To call him master was just too degrading. "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir." "Good girl." He stopped kissing me and pulled back. "Get in the shower." I looked startled but didn't hesitate too long. I opened the shower door and turned on the cold water. He pushed me into the stream and I cried out as the icy water hit my skin. Suddenly he was there with me, completely nude, hard as a stick of dynamite and just as deadly. "Spread your legs." He ordered softly. I spread my legs slowly and he reached between them, fondling my soft mound. I moaned in pleasure. "Shhh...not a sound." He commanded. I nodded my head in agreement. He continued to fondle me and eventually found the soap. He worked it into a lather in his hands and rubbed my breasts and shoulders. He ran the soap all over my body and lingered in all the right spots. By the time he was done I was aching in an all too familiar way. "Your turn Denise. Wash my body." I took the soap from him and tentatively began cleaning his skin. I ran my hands over solid shoulders and down the rounded curve of his belly to his legs. I leaned down and cleaned his legs thoroughly and then worked my way up to his undeniably beautiful cock. I gingerly touched it with soap and then gathering courage lathered it completely. I reached under his balls and cleaned between his legs. He didn't make a sound, but looked at me in a way that I knew he wanted me. "Stroke me Denise. Stroke me all over those pretty tits." My pussy tightened in excitement. I got onto my knees on the smooth tile floor which hurt a bit, but I didn't mind too much. I reached up and looked up at him sexily, letting my hand grip the base of his shaft. I squeezed it methodically as I let my hand slide up and down the slippery surface. When I reached the underside of his cock head I slowed a little and lingered there, forming a small peak where the skin was fused together. I rubbed beneath his cock head until it turned a bright reddish purple. With my other hand I slowly fingered his balls and gripped the sack in my hand as though it was a sack of money. I jiggled it and finally he moaned. He placed his hand on mine and began stroking his cock fast. He stared at my tits and then let go. I continued the frantic pace and jiggled his balls in unison. He grunted as hot jets of his seed shot straight out towards my breasts. Four long ropes of cum hit my tits and splattered across my chest. It was a little on the runny side and began running down the crease of my stomach. Without a word he turned the spray onto my breasts, washing the sticky mess away. I looked up at him expectantly but he didn't say anything. He turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing the only towel and drying himself off. He dropped the wet towel on the floor and proceeded to shave. I stood there, cold and naked with little rivulets of water running down my curves. I shivered and then gingerly stepped out onto the cold linoleum. I knew better than to ask for a clean towel, who knew what he would do. I picked up the damp towel and rubbed off the water droplets, shaking my hair in the process. I was careful not to splash him. I picked up his shirt where he'd tossed it and slipped it around my body. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye, I knew, but I didn't want to give him any sort of satisfaction. I was horny as hell and I needed to get out of there. I slid behind him and left the bathroom, nearly running toward Susan's bedroom. I entered it breathlessly and shut the door behind me hard. Susan stood there in her bra and panties, a quizzical expression on her face, but I'm thankful she didn't ask where I had been. It was almost as if she knew, but didn't want to acknowledge it. This situation was becoming a little crazy, a bit out of control. Who knew what would happen next if I didn't put a stop to it? Fantasies Do Cum True Ch. 04 It had been a week since Mr. Meyer and I had our tryst. School seemed to drag on endlessly. Susan and I were almost friends and stopped to say hello to one another in the hallways between classes. She even sat with my friends and I at lunch on Thursday. Mr. Meyer was the same old Mr. Meyer that I'd known for the last two semesters. He didn't pay me any more attention to me than any other student. It made me wonder if anything had really happened, or if it had all been a dream. I remembered waking up with his shirt on, and I knew it had to have been real, unless I'd developed some sort of sleepwalking habit out of the blue. Susan had been acting really flirtatious, when we were alone that is. She'd playfully slap my butt or press herself tightly against me when she'd hug me. It really turned me on to feel her smooth abdomen and large soft breasts pressed against my body. I always had to hold back, I wanted to grab her and fuck her until she'd beg me to stop. My Susan fantasies weren't able to materialize all week, and neither were my fantasies about Mr. Meyer. I was getting really agitated, I needed some sort of release, one that couldn't be gotten from masturbation. That didn't stop me from masturbating though, I frigged myself crazy in the school restroom at lunch and sometimes between classes. It turned me on to think that the next girl that came in the toilet would smell my pussy and maybe get turned on herself. I wondered how many girls did that. I slid my finger into the soft folds of my cunt and felt the slippery substance that smelled so strong envelope my fingers. I touched the hot little button of my clit and gasped as a shockwave of pleasure raced through my abdomen. I was thinking about Susan, her tits hanging above me, and I was sucking on each of her nipples as they swayed back and forth. I wondered what was making them swing so violently and I pulled away, only to notice that Mr. Meyer was standing behind Susan and fucking her as I was sucking on her tits. A jolt of pleasure bordering on pain due to the sensitivity made me cry out involuntarily and my body shook with the power of my orgasm. I panted as a slight drop of sweat rolled onto my lip and I licked it away. I wondered why I was having such perverted thoughts. I lowered my legs and pulled my white panties back up over my hips, feeling the dampness between my thighs absorbed by the cool cotton. I lowered my skirt and straightened my shirt and flushed the toilet behind me. I walked out of the stall and began to wash my hands, when I heard a sound. I listened hard and turned off the sink, and heard that unmistakable mewing sound of a girl pleasuring herself. I listened, enraptured, and made footsteps like I was leaving so maybe she'd be louder, whoever she was. Either way I intended to find out who it was. This was so amazingly hot! I thought I was a weirdo for doing this and now someone else was doing it too. As I listened and prayed that no one would walk in, I heard a different sound, one that didn't fit the picture. It was a sort of grunting sound, and with a shock I realized that it couldn't just be one girl...there had to be a guy in there too. Two kids were fucking in the stall, the one next to the one I had just been in, rubbing my clit. I tiptoed out and waited a few feet away from the door. The bell rang. I couldn't just go to class, I had to see who they were! The minutes ticked by and the hallway cleared. The second bell rang. At last I saw a girl leave the bathroom, a girl I didn't know. She was short, a freshman probably with short black hair and dark eyes. She was wearing low cut jeans and a v-neck shirt without a bra. A few minutes later, Danny DeSilvo walked out. I covered my mouth so I wouldn't laugh. He was a senior, on the football team, without a brain in his head. I couldn't believe that he'd risk so much to bang some freshman. It wasn't that I thought she wasn't cute, I mean, I'd make out with her, but he could do so much better. I then happened to glance at my watch. Fifteen minutes late! I hurried to Mrs. Caldwell's classroom and nearly fainted dead away when I saw Mr. Meyer standing at the blackboard, a scowl on his face. What was he doing in there? Where was Mrs. Caldwell? He looked at me with disapproval written all over his face. I shrunk into a seat at the back of the classroom and tried to hide behind Meg, a girl twice the size of me. I found out that he was substituting for Mrs. Caldwell who'd gotten called away for a family emergency. Damn it. The bell rang before I realized it and I heard a man clear his throat. I looked up and saw Mr. Meyer staring back at me. "Stay after class Denise, I need to talk to you." "Sure, Mr. Meyer." I sat in my chair and waited anxiously until the room cleared. Mr. Meyer shut the classroom door and locked it. I felt trapped. I was scared and excited and I had no idea what would happen. "You disobedient slut. You waltz in here 15 minutes late? Where the hell were you?" "I was in the restroom, having girl, um problems." "Is that so? You wouldn't mind proving that, would you?" "Whaaat?!" I shrieked. "Now, now Denise. Haven't we gone over this already? You'll do what you're told to do. Now prove to me that you were having girl problems, show me your pussy. If you really are on your period I'll let it go, but if I found out that you lied to me just now, there'll be hell to pay." "I will not! I don't know who the hell you think you are but this is harassment! I can go to the principal and have you fired right now!" "Oh yeah?" he said threateningly. He pulled me out of my seat and pushed me to the floor. I gasped as I felt the cold tile hit my warm skin. He held my wrists and I felt a hard bulge probing my pussy through my panties. I struggled against him and he gripped my wrists tighter. He pressed his lips against mine brutally and then maneuvered himself so that both of my wrists were pinned by one of his hands. His other hand grabbed the material covering my crotch and I felt a finger shoved inside my pussy. He pulled it out and looked at it, dripping wet with my juices. He smelled it and then licked it. "Doesn't look like your having woman problems to me. Looks like you're excited as hell. You like this Denise, I know you do. Your body will betray your mouth every time. Why do you lie to me? This makes me turn into someone unpleasant. I'm doing all of this for you. I'm not doing anything you don't want. Remember that." He released my wrists and rested above me, his eyes boring into mine. My body was screaming for him, wanting to possess him and get fucked by him and I was trying so hard to not let him know. He lifted my shirt and unhooked the front of my bra. My breasts were bared for him and he leaned down, taking each nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and bringing it to attention before moving to the other. I lifted my hips and pressed my crotch to his and he groaned. It felt so good, to feel as though I had a little bit of control. I gyrated my hips, mashing my cunt to his crotch and then with force he pushed my hips away. I was so angry, so unfulfilled and tears filled my eyes. I was hurt by his rejection. "Not here Denise. This is neither the time nor place. Trust me, if you're a good girl you will get all that's coming to you, and then some. Come home with me after school and hang out with Susan, spend the night." I thought about Susan and desperately wanted to say yes, but the thought of putting myself at the mercy of this man frightened me. How could I be so turned on by someone who could act like this? As though he could take anything he wanted from me and he was in complete control? "Yes sir." I replied. Damn it! I thought. What the hell is wrong with me? "That's right Denise, tonight will be something entirely new, you're going to learn to be a good girl for me. Before you leave...spread your legs for me." I spread my legs and with a jerk felt the smooth tip of his cock head against the entrance to my pussy. How had he...where did it come from, I wondered...and then, I was melting. I wanted more than anything in the world that cock pressed against my cervix, rammed to the hilt in my pussy, pressing against my womb. He teased me with his cock head, rubbing it against my engorged clitoris. I moaned and jerked uncontrollably on the floor and he sat back then, a grin on his face. "Now look what you made me do Denise. What a naughty girl. Made me almost fuck you right here in the classroom. Now my cock has your girl smell all over the tip. I can't go around smelling your pussy Denise, even if I wanted to. You'd better come over here and clean it off." I sat up and made to wipe the head of his dick with my shirt. "No you little slut, do what you want to do, what you really want to do." I really wanted to push him onto his back and impale my pussy on his hard cock until I came, but I knew that wasn't what he meant. I leaned forward on my hands and knees and opened my mouth, gently sucking his dick. He moaned as I bobbed my head and I let my lips slip down his shaft. I began to suck him hungrily, passionately, and I wanted his cum to fill my mouth, I wanted to taste his seed, the seed that made Susan's breasts, her stomach, her slippery cunt. I thought back to my fantasy of seeing Mr. Meyer fuck Susan and I came then, without even touching myself, with Mr. Meyer's cock in my mouth. I shook violently and let go of his cock as the orgasm overtook me. He looked at me in wonder but didn't say anything. He stood up and zipped his pants, tucking his engorged cock inside. "Teacher's parking lot, in an hour." "Yes sir." I quivered with passion. I ran to gym class, thoughts of Mr.Meyer's hard cock dancing in my head. I arrived with just enough time to don my p.e. uniform and raced outside for roll call. "You're late again Denise! That's four times this month. What have you been doing?" "I'm sorry Coach, it won't happen again, I swear!" "Make sure it doesn't, get in line with the others." I stood in line and looked over at Susan who smiled at me. I waved at her and hoped we'd be doing jumping jacks so I could stare at her chest as she hopped up and down. Those heavenly breasts...I couldn't get them out of my mind for more than five minutes. I wondered if she felt the same way about me. P.E. class was boring as usual and was winding down. Remembering Mr. Meyer and not wanting to seem weird for going to her house uninvited, I knew I had to get some kind of invitation. "Hey Susan! Wait up." I jogged over to her and she looked over at me with a sly grin. "Hey Denise...how you been?" "Pretty good mostly." "Yeah? Well I've been horny as hell." "Wow. I can't believe you'd just say that out here, people could hear you!" "I don't care that much. Seriously. All day I've been so damn horny. Delia told me that Danny DeSilvo fucked her in the bathroom during lunch. I mean, I don't believe it, but that's still pretty hot that she'd say that." "Actually...it's true. I saw them come out of there. I was in there when they started to um...make noises." "Oh yeah? Did you listen?" "For a little bit, yeah, and then the bell rang." "Oh...how do you know it was them?" "I waited for them, I was hiding behind the oak tree in the courtyard." "Wow. I can't believe it. Delia? She's not exactly his type." "What's his type? You?" "Well...yeah. He's been trying to bang me for years. It's just that he's missing some vital equipment." "Such as?" "A nice wet cunt, pair of perfect breasts and a tongue made to lick me." I stopped mid-stride and nearly toppled over. Susan looked at me mischieviously. "What do you say you cum over tonight?" "I'd love to..." I responded breathlessly. "Good, meet my dad and I in the teachers parking lot in ten minutes, I have to stop by my locker first." "Ok, sure thing." We walked into the locker room and regretfully Susan and I had lockers far apart. I did watch a few of the others as they changed, the way their nipples hardened as the cool air hit the sweaty swell of their breasts. A few of the girls, especially Mary, were really hot. I mean, next to Susan, they didn't compare, but Mary had this something, this really special quality about her. Maybe it was her straight black eyebrows, or her delicate collarbone, or maybe it was her perfect stomach. I don't know, maybe I was too horny for my own good. I couldn't get dressed and out of there fast enough. I nearly floated toward the parking lot. Mr. Meyer was waiting for me, looking at me with an appraising eye. "Denise...you made it. Where's Susan?" "She said she had to stop by her locker, she said she'd be about ten minutes." "Really, you sure?" Mr. Meyer licked his lips and looked around the deserted parking lot. "I've been thinking about you for a long time Denise, I don't think I can wait for tonight." "What! It's broad daylight and Susan will be coming out any minute!" "Just get in the car. Trust me." Right. Trust him. Now why in the world would I do that? Maybe I was out of my mind but I'd been edging all hour and I was in desperate need of release. I walked to the other side of the car and got in. Mr. Meyer got in and started the engine. "Where are we going, don't we have to wait for Susan?" "We'll be back in a few minutes, I'm going to park the car somewhere a little less conspicuous." I knew better to say anything. I said there and nervously tapped my feet as he drove us a few minutes away to a park that no one really went to. He unbuckled his seat belt and turned off the engine. He looked over at me like a lion ready to pounce on it's prey. There was something very animal about him. He leaned back and unzipped his pants. "Suck it Denise, suck my cock for me." A little flame licked up my thighs and I leaned over, taking his cock into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down viciously and he bucked his hips in rhythm. His cock swelled to fill the corners of my mouth and then he came. It was a bucket of hot thick white semen and it momentarily clogged my throat. It coated my mouth and I stopped moving my mouth, knowing it would be too sensitive right now. "Fuck Denise, fuck, fuck, fuck yeah. That's right baby, drink Daddy's cum." I jerked in surprise at the word daddy but I couldn't exactly say anything. I pulled away from him and a strand of his cum connected my mouth to his shrinking erection for a moment before it broke and clung to my chin. "God, I needed that. Thank you Denise. You did a great job." "You're welcome." I was glowing inside at his words of praise. "This doesn't mean that tonight I won't expect to see you in my office at midnight." "Of course." I lowered my head and sighed. I was so turned on and had been for so long that it was almost painful. "What is it?" He could tell something was wrong. "I've just been...edging...for a long time now." I let some of my frustration creep into my voice. "Well we can't have that, can we?" He whispered in a seductive tone as his hand slid between my legs. I gasped as his fingers found my clit through my panties and after only a few moments I was writhing in wonderful agony as I spasmed and struggled to breathe. "So fucking beautiful..." he whispered under his breath. I calmed down enough that I was finally able to open my eyes. I straightened my skirt and as if on cue, Mr. Meyer started the car. We barely made it back in time to not look suspicious. I could only wonder what he had in mind for us tonight.