3 comments/ 29144 views/ 3 favorites A Hard Lesson By: Cassidy_LaRue When Gregory, the office philanderer, set his sights on Lily he was confident he would have her in his bed before the week was through. He began his courting with an email that read, "When m'lady, when?" He was not surprised at her response, "Never Gregory, Never." Gregory had expected as much. His dimples were lethal against all the other dim-witted broads in the office but Lily had never so much as batted her lashes at him. He was going to have to work for this piece. It was no secret to Lily that Gregory had his pick of women. The office was littered with his spoiled fruit. He was daft if he thought his arrogant charm would work on her. But then he didn't know her. He had no idea what he had set off in Lily; no way of knowing that he had just made his bed and she had no intentions on lying in it. For weeks Gregory launched his attacks upon what he assumed to be Lily's innocent virtue. For weeks Lily ignored Gregory's efforts to win her affections. Just as he was ready to concede defeat and give up his pursuit, Lily asked him out. His surprise was evident, but only for a moment, before he managed to conceal his reaction behind the veil of arrogance he typically wore. Lily did not miss the way his ordinarily sky colored eyes were set aflame in a fierce cobalt blue. His desire for her was almost palatable, and Lily couldn't wait to provide a feast for his hungry eyes. This seduction was going to require more skill and patience than most of his conquests. She couldn't resist him. He knew no woman could, although this broad did have him doubting himself. Lily had somehow crawled beneath his skin and burrowed her way into his every thought. Devouring her was the only way to purge her from his system and he was planning to savor every delicious inch of her body. Gregory was the image of perfection when he arrived at The Blind Alley, the designated meeting place of Lily's choosing. He strode through the door with all the confidence an experienced cad possessed. His stride broke when his gaze fell upon Lily. Her golden amber brown eyes captivated him, but not for long. The object of all his recent fantasies, the woman who had stolen the lead role in all his dreams, the stubborn beauty who held his thoughts captive stood before him scantily clad in a black top that clung with desperation to her hour-glass curves. Her fair skinned bosoms were flowing generously from the fabric that was straining in a futile attempt to prevent them from spilling over. She wore a skirt so short even the slightest bend of her knees would give some lucky bastard a view of her milky round curves and the hairless treasure he imagined beyond. She wore her long brunette tresses down her back. When she moved some of the strands of her silken hair cascaded past her neck and caressed her hefty breasts, hardening her nipples. She sighed at the sensation. After a few drinks and several "accidental" brushes against her robust curves, Lily suggested they get on with the evening. She informed Gregory that she would be driving and they would be seeing a movie of her choosing. Gregory didn't care where they were going so long as he got to drink up every bit of her sweet nectar before fucking her into oblivion. This thought alone left him aching for her. Imagine Gregory's surprise when Lily pulled the car into the parking lot of a seedy adult theater. Here was this priggish tease he had been after for weeks becoming a seductress right before his eyes. This ignorant girl was taking HIM here. He couldn't help but smile like a rogue about to seduce the panties off some innocent virgin next door. He was elated with his own good fortune. Lust waged an attack upon his groin. Gregory could not remember ever having had such a difficult time walking. He offered Lily his hand. She reached for it but did not take it. Instead she ran her hand over his aching cock and squeezed it ever so slightly. It was his turn to sigh, or gasp rather. She giggled and shrugged before taking her hand back and hurrying ahead, leaving him hard and dumb struck in the parking lot. Lily reached the door before Gregory had managed to gather himself enough to follow. Lily tossed a wink to Drake, the cashier behind the theater counter, and slipped between the heavy crimson curtains. When Gregory finally made it inside he scanned the lobby for his temptress. When he glanced at the cashier, Drake shifted his gaze toward the curtain and his lips spread into a sly, devious, knowing grin. Gregory frowned as he paid the admittance fee, odd man he thought as he made his way across the lobby and on to the other side of the heavy drapes. Nothing could have prepared him for the scene he was about to witness. Here she was the prude, the tease, the elusive object of his every desire on her hands and knees. Her luscious ass exposed and being caressed by a husky attractive man beyond Gregory's years. Another younger and more attractive man was kneeling beside Lily teasing her breasts through the sheer fabric of her top. And worst of all his, HIS Lily was busying her mouth on the enormous cock of some ogre, a man who must have never been mistaken as handsome on any account, more than made up for it with other attributes. Possessive anger laced with a heady desire flowed through Gregory's veins. He wanted her and she was busy playing slut with these assholes. Gregory stood in stunned silence, his cock pulsing, pre-cum forging a trail down his thigh. As he surveyed his surroundings he found he was not the only voyeur in the room. Dozens of other men had gathered near the action. Gregory wasn't shocked to find most of them scurrying to break their straining cocks from the fabric that imprisoned them. It wasn't long before Gregory joined suit and had his own needy manhood in his hand. He wanted to thrash these barbarians and claim Lily's sweet depth for his own. He wanted to fuck her painfully for what she was doing. He wanted to use his skilled tongue to make her beg for his ministrations until her nectar came crashing into his mouth in glorious waves. Gregory stood stroking and watching as the man behind her shifted from caressing her plump ass to stroking her creases. He watched as the man plunged first two and then three fingers into her inviting snatch before finally burying his face between her ass cheeks. Lily loved the affections. She was writhing and groaning deeply. The man at her side had freed her breasts and was thoroughly suckling, licking and biting her nipples while she stroked him. The lucky bastard at the mercy of her mouth was just sitting there with a look of pure satisfaction dancing across his loathsome features. Gregory had never been so consumed with need. He was swimming, drowning, in a sea of sensations and the undercurrent of a jealous rage threatened to swallow him whole. As he watched, the man who had been eating her delicious ass and frigging her to ecstasy was now shifting to his knees and positioning his member at her entrance. She was begging for his cock with the sway of her hips. He didn't deny her. He thrust into her depths and they developed a frantic rhythm. He didn't last long; with a shout he drained his arousal, filling her with his seed. Almost in unison, the man in her mouth bellowed and shook as Lily drank up the load he had spent. When she pulled back, after licking the Ogre's shaft clean, she turned to Gregory and sneered before moving onto the cushioned bench and spreading her legs. By now Gregory was ready to fuck that sneer right off her pretty face. He made a move to step forward but before he had even set his foot down she shook her head and a very large, very brooding man placed a strong hand on Gregory's chest and shot him a daring glare. Gregory was seething. His hunger for this bitch needed satisfying and she had just denied him AGAIN. Gregory stood there with his stone hard erection in his hand, bewildered. Lily set a self satisfying smile upon her lips before crooking her finger, beckoning the young pup who had so expertly teased her tits. The pup nearly tripped over his own eager feet as he ran to her. She pulled him into a kiss, sharing the essence of the ogre that remained on her tongue before pressing his face between her thighs. The pup gratefully lapped up the taint left behind by his predecessor. Lily writhed and moaned and then she shouted Gregory's name. That did it, he had wanted to leave when she denied him his pleasure but he had been unable to make his legs carry him from the sight of Lily's body so aroused, so dirty, so sinful. When she called out his name Gregory's furious stroking brought him his release. His cock trembled as his cum left the shaft in a graceful stream, landing some distance away on the floor. Watching Gregory finally succumb to her tortuous teasing brought Lily her own heavenly surrender. After a moment of relishing in the delightful aftermath Lily stood, pulled her top over her swollen breasts, straightened her skirt and walked toward Gregory. She stood before him and without a word she slid two fingers beneath the hem of her skirt, brought them just above her upper lip and inhaled deeply before offering them to Gregory's lips. He grasped Lily's hand, holding it still while he used his tongue to tease the juices from her fingers. When she pulled her hand back Gregory threaded his fingers into her hair, pulled her close and whispered, "When m'lady when?" Gregory didn't miss the way Lily's lips curled into a half smile before she turned and walked away. Just before she disappeared behind the curtain he heard her say "Never, Gregory, Never." A Hard Lesson Joey and I have been friends for as long as I can remember... so obviously when I had the chance to join him as a teacher at one of the local high schools, I jumped at it. Without bragging, I think it's fair to say the two of us are among the most popular teachers in the school. Kids love his lectures on the Rise of Modern Society and few have the ability to keep a math class interesting like I do. Joey and I both live the classic HS teacher life, we are married to beautiful young wives who also work, and the two of us enjoy going out for a drink or two while watching a game at the local sports bar. We do have what most people, however, would call a pretty major flaw - we're not real good at being faithful. Both of us have cheated multiple times on our loving wives, often supplying each other with alibis. Our town can be a bit gossipy, but we're smarter than that... we'll hit the road, drive an hour or two to find more out-of-the-way areas... and we're also the first to volunteer for teacher positions that offer convention travel - Get us a state away and LOOK OUT! And it's at one of those conventions that we got ourselves into big big trouble. Our latest convention was being held over the last weekend of winter break down in Florida, an amazing trip the two of us have been looking forward to for months. After a long day of meetings, speeches and programs on Friday, we hit the local scene, in search of a little "fun". We found a great beach side bar and began hitting it pretty hard... The sun was still up at 7:00pm, the beach still full, when we had managed to appeal to a pair of bikini-clad honeys sitting on the outdoor patio. Joey and I can be pretty forward and it was pretty clear that this night had definite potential. By 7:30pm I was making out with the blonde while Joey massaged and kissed the neck of the brunette. I felt as much as heard the click of a camera but thought nothing of it... then another... finally a third click and I thought "Wait, is someone taking pictures of ME?" I opened my eyes and scanned the area to find a most unexpected sight. Standing on the beach, just off the bar-side patio, not 10 feet away was Melissa. Melissa was one of my senior students. A smirk covered her face... and in her hand? A digital camera... "Uh Joey..." Joey followed my gaze and saw Melissa. The alcohol caused his brain to move slower than normal but he quickly came around to what I was thinking... "Hey Mr. Michels! Hi Mr. Rable!" Her smile too big, her greeting too enthusiastic, "What a surprise to see you here!" I should mention, Melissa's a bit of an odd bird. At first glance, you'd think she'd be pretty popular. She was cute, smart... and based on what I was seeing at the moment, a slammin' bikini body. And yet, she wasn't. I often found her alone, studying in the library or walking down the hall from class to class. When I did see her with others, they tended to be fringe characters, the last people you'd expect her to be with. "Uh, Melissa... I... Uh... were you taking pictures???" "Oh yeah, I thought you and your wives would think they were cute!" "You're married???" the blonde growled at me. "PIG!" the brunette slugged Joey and within seconds they were gone. "Huh," Melissa mockingly shrugged. "I guess those weren't your wives huh?" "Melissa..." I began tentatively, feeling my life potentially crumbling around me "This... we.... " "Sweetie," Joey started in, trying to turn the charm on. "We should talk about those pictures..." Melissa held her hand up. I mean literally held her hand up to shut us up. "Listen guys, I think at this point, I'm the one doing the talking..." She reached into her cute little bathing suit skirt and pulled out a swipe card. With a flourish she dropped it on the table. "This is my room key. Pay for your shit, leave the waitress a nice tip because, let's face it, you guys are both fucking disgusting, and then be in my room in 30 minutes. Seriously, 30 fucking minutes. If you're not there, minute 31 will be the one where I fire these pictures back home in an email... " And with that she turned on a dime and stalked off. "Uh, what the fuck???" I looked at Joey. "What are we going to do???" Joey frowned. "Listen, this isn't good, but it's not necessarily a disaster. We can bargain with her, there has to be something we can do to get her to turn that camera over..." The next 30 minutes seemed like forever. We paid for our bill and hurried back to the nearby Hyatt where Melissa was apparently staying. I know it sounds weak, even downright lame, but the truth is, I really really really loved my wife, loved my family. I didn't want to hurt them and I sure as hell didn't want to lose them. I thought about my wife's reaction to finding out I was cheating on her while traveling for my job and it took less than five seconds of that vision to realize we had to do whatever it took to stop this insanity. Joey and I took the elevator to her room and 27 minutes later stood outside her door. He took the card and swiped it, hearing the electronic key unlock and he pushed the door open. Now, I'm not sure what I expected to see... but it wasn't this. Sitting on the queen-sized bed at the far side of the bed was Melissa. She had changed out of her bikini and instead wore a black babydoll teddy, that pushed up her 18-year-old chest and billowed outward from there. "Come on guys..." she smiled, more wickedly than before, and beckoned us into the room. "Melissa, I..." I started but got no further. "Shut up, Mr. Michels," she said abruptly. "So here's the deal guys, and I want to make sure you're listening... are you listening Mr. Rable???" Joey nodded and I nodded as well when she turned her stare to me. "Good." "So here's the deal guys... I have pictures, here's one..." and she flipped a sheet of paper at us. On it was a printed-out photo of the two of us wrapped in embraces with the two women at the bar. It seemed like a year ago. "There are more, but I think we can agree that the one right there could be pretty devastating to your marriages... can we agree on that?" We both nodded, unsure what to say or do. "And just in case you get any ideas, I'm here with two other girls. They have the camera, they have the pictures... I don't think you guys are stupid enough to try and harm me... but if you do... they will destroy your lives, cool?" When she said "Cool," she flipped her hair with a smile, as if she was asking us if it was "cool" if she went to the bathroom during class. I was starting to wonder if she was bi-polar. "Yeah, um, come on Melissa..." I attempted a chuckle. "You know we would never hurt you..." "I don't know Mr. Michels," Melissa said with a glare. "Half an hour ago I wouldn't have thought you were capable of being a disgusting, cheating scumbag either, but then, here we are, right?" I dropped my head. Joey, on the other hand, was starting to get pissy. "All right Melissa," he growled. "You've made your fucking point, we're busted, what do you want? I can't imagine you called us here just to rub our noses in it..." Melissa looked from Joey back to me and back to Joey. "Here's the deal, Mr. Rable, Mr. Michels..." She smiled. "Right now it's..." she turned to look at the clock. "...eight o'clock. From now until ten o'clock, you're MINE. You will do whatever I tell you to do, you will not talk back, you will not question me, you will even say "yes ma'am" as you do it." She looked back and forth between the two of us again and continued. "IF you manage to do that, IF you manage to obey me to my liking, then at ten o'clock, I will call the girls back in here, we will delete the pictures right here in the room with you and that will be that... Deal?" I glanced over at Joey and the both of us tried to hide a smirk. Of course it was a fucking deal, I thought, and began to fantasize about what this tight cute little honey in a babydoll nightie had in mind. The punishment could be better than the crime we were going to commit! "Deal." Joey nodded, clearly thinking the same thing I was. Melissa's face broke into a huge smile. "Guys, let's just be clear... don't fuck up. If you can't do this, then the pictures go viral. I'm not talking a simple email, I'm talking email, Facebook, I'll montage those pics on fucking YouTube, do you understand?" We both nodded, a chill running down my spine as I realized what was at stake. "Okay..." she said. "Then let's get started..." Melissa smiled and took a deep breath. It's amazing how much can go through your brain in a couple of seconds. I realized for the first time Melissa looked tentative and that made me realize how INCREDIBLY in control she'd been. No way a high school senior should be this calm, cool and collected while blackmailing her teachers. Basically, this Melissa chick scared me. With a deep breath, the calm returned to Melissa's face. "Mr. Rable, would you be so kind as to strip Mr. Michels?" Joey stared unmoving. "I'm sorry, what?" Joey stammered out. Melissa's calm exterior hardened. "I'm sorry Mr. Rable, which part of OBEY ME did you not understand?" She had actually screamed the words OBEY ME, knocking us back a step, it was like a brief burst of insanity. "I... I just..." Joey continued "Mr. Rable," Melissa said with a calm that was almost more disturbing than her brief outburst, "Mr. Michels is wearing a button down shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, yes?" Joey looked over at me, probably noting for the first time what I was wearing. "Um, right..." "Okay," Melissa nodded, speaking like she was speaking to a child. "In the next couple of minutes you are going to see to it that he's not wearing those things anymore, do you understand?" There was something in the way she spoke that suddenly made us realize we were in for a long night. Perhaps this would not be as much fun as we originally thought. Joey walked over, turning his back to Melissa and started unbuttoning my shirt, shooting me a look like "WHAT THE FUCK?" Melissa stopped him quickly "NO NO NO NO NO!" Joey turned and looked at the psycho senior. "I need to be able to SEE," Melissa explained in an exasperated voice, as if she was telling a child something obvious. "Stand behind him please." Joey slid slowly, moving behind me. He lifted his arms then dropped them. Then moved one hand in front of me and tried to paw at my buttons. I lifted my hand to start unbuttoning my shirt. "NO!" yelled Melissa, chastising me for moving. "You stand there!" We both looked at her and she just offered a smile. "Continue please." Joey wrapped his other arm around me and unbuttoned my shirt quickly, letting it fall open, and then pulling it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. "Better..." encouraged Melissa. Joey's hand lowered, this time to my waist and as delicately as possible, unbuttoned... and then unzipped my shorts. They fell to the floor with my shirt and I stood in nothing more than my boxers. "See!" Melissa beamed. "Was that really that fucking hard?" The two of us just stood there. "WAS IT THAT HARD MR. RABLE!" she exploded. "No, no, Melissa it was not!" he blustered out. "Okay, Mr. Michels, your turn. I trust I don't have to give the instructions again?" "No ma'am..." I nodded, which seemed to please her immensely. "Very good!" she cheered. Within seconds I had removed Joey's shirt and was reaching for his jeans when she stopped me. "Mr. Michels," she instructed, like she was standing at chalkboard ready to call me up to finish a math problem. "Would you please finish your job on your knees?" I slowly, hesitantly fell to my knees. "I... ma'am... I'm not sure I understand..." I expected an outburst but instead I got calm-Melissa. "It's simple, Mr. Michels," she condescended. "Remove his jeans while you kneel in front of him. Not complicated at all, really..." I did as she ordered, unzipping his jeans and tugging them to the floor. Unlike my shorts, the jeans took some effort to remove and my face came entirely too close to his groin while I tugged. "Good..." Melissa nodded approvingly and for the first time left the bed. She walked her long tan legs towards us and stepped in a circle around her two teachers now standing topless in front of her. She shocked both of us by reaching out and slowly, tantlizingly running her fingers down Joey's chest. Then she stepped to me and stunned us further by cupping my balls. She left her hand there and lifted her lips to mine, giving me a soft, wet kiss. Then, with her hand still on my crotch, she leaned over and kissed Joey. "I think you boys are going to have so much fun tonight..." she cooed. And then, just when I thought that kiss may be a prelude to something, she walked back to the bed. When she got there she turned and smiled at us with an evil look in her eye. "Hmm..." she said, tilting her head, as if she was trying to make a decision in her head. I stood there wondering how this was going to go. Was she going to invite us over there? Did she want her teachers to pleasure her? It was at that moment that she shattered my thoughts with her words. "Mr. Michels," she said, deadpan, not an emotion in her face. "I want you to pull down Mr. Rable's boxers. And I want you to suck his cock." The room started spinning. "What did she say?!?!?" I thought to myself and again, everything seemed to slow down. I didn't react, pretty sure that protesting would probably be a bad idea. So I did the only thing I could. I just stared at her. She stared back. I searched her face for some emotion, bracing myself for another strange outburst or a more forceful reiterating of her first command. I didn't know what to do. Melissa, for her part stood stoically for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she slid to the head of the bed and picked up the phone on the beside table. "Send the first picture to their wives..." "NO!!!" Joey and I both yelled together and I actually held out my hand as if I could physically stop her words. "Wait one second, Jen," Melissa smiled and cupped the mouthpiece in her hand. "I'm sorry Mr. Michels, did you have something you wanted to say?" "Okay..." I bowed my head, in a gesture that had to look like complete and utter defeat. "Okay, I get it. I'll do what you say, please tell her not to send that picture." "Jen?" Melissa said into the phone, never taking her eyes off me. "Hold off on that for a second, I might get some cooperation after all." She hung up the phone and looked at me. Again another eternity passed by before she put her hand on her hips and said, "I'm not going to tell you again... DO IT." And so with that, I pulled down my best friend's boxers. His flaccid cock popped out and I thought it was longer than I thought it would be. Without another word, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. It was soft, pliable, and I tugged on it a touch with my lips before letting it pop back out. Another glance proved that one moment of contact had an impact. It began to grow. "That a boy!" Melissa shrieked and actually applauded. "Suck it some more! Get him hard!" I took Joey into my mouth again and this time bobbed my head slowly up and down, this time taking in the sensations. He tasted salty, sweaty, after a long day spent in lectures and then out in the sun at an outdoor bar. Within seconds he had gotten harder, harder until he was firm between my lips. "Yea!!!" Melissa cheered. "I knew it! I knew you guys were gay for each other!" "Now come here!" and with that, crazy Melissa patted the bed she was so seductively sitting on. I leapt to my feet, thankful to be done with my task, unable to so much as glance at Joey, much less look him in the eyes. We both walked over to the bed and heard Melissa's next command. "69 time!" she announced. "I want to see you guys suck each other good!" She was completely out of control but at this point, what were we going to do? I laid down on the bed and Joey laid down next to me. I took his hard cock in my hand and guided it between my lips, after all, I was a regular fucking cocksucking pro now, right? I tried to picture one of the many times some college co-ed or neglected wife had given me a blow job at a hotel or in a bar parking lot, tried everything I had to concentrate on the visual and not on the fact that I was the one actually doing it. And it helped tremendously when I felt Joey's wet lips surround my shaft. "Ohhh..." I let out when the sensation hit and I realized that I was already hard. "That's it boys," Melissa said, her voice encouraging, soothing. "Suck those nice hard cocks, show Mistress Melissa how much you want to please her..." I couldn't believe this was happening. I was rock hard with my best friend's lips around my dick and an 18-year-old girl was telling me how hot it was. And most surprising, I was REALLY turned on. "Mmmm, yessss" she purred. I don't know how long we were in that position or even what else Melissa called out to us, but soon I was thoroughly enjoying myself and near orgasm. As if she could sense it, Melissa stopped us. "Oh my God this is so hot," she moaned. "Sit up!" We obeyed quickly, unsure if our wills were broken or our libidos out of control. It was probably both. Without a word, Melissa pushed each of us back against the headboard so we were seated next to each other. "Stroke each other," she said as she faced us. And as we reached across to wrap our fingers around each other's hard cocks, she ran her fingers between her legs, pushed aside the panties she was wearing beneath her babydoll and began playing with herself. "Yesss..." she let out as she watched, massaging her clit, her other hand moving up to tug at the top of her baby doll, her breasts falling out. The vision was too much. This sexy, crazy high school senior, playing with herself, boobs bouncing wildly, all while my cock was being massaged. Within seconds I was moaning. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" I offered. "Fuck, me too," Joey moaned. "Your hand feels so good and Melissa you look so hot!" "DO IT!" Melissa growled, quickening the pace with which she molested her pussy. "Cum all over yourselves!" And with that, my orgasm racked my body, sending shivers up and down my spine and cum shooting out of my cock. The first squirt hit me in the face, the second all over my chest. Soon cum was landing on my legs, my stomach, my cock. I didn't know what was mine and what was Joey's and really couldn't have cared less. Finally, we both collapsed, cum drenched, heads leaning back against the headboard. "Mmmmmmm..." I heard Melissa emote and looked up to see her licking her fingers clean. "Fuck that was soooo hot." She twirled herself off the bed and before we knew what was happening she threw on a robe and opened the hotel room door. "I'll be right back, Mr. Michels, Mr. Rable," and she left the room closing the door behind her. I realized my hand was still on Joey's cock and released it. Looking around, I started to get up to find a towel when the phone rang next to me on the table. I stared at it, turned and looked at Joey for the first time and he shrugged his shoulders. I answered. "Hi Mr. Michels!" I heard Melissa, chipper as ever. "Listen, so that room is all yours for as long as you need it, if you want to clean up or whatever, feel free to spend the night if you'd like!" "Um, okay," I responded, unsure of what else to say. "The girls and I are actually staying somewhere else now," she explained and I heard the noise of the downstairs lobby in the background. She was leaving the hotel??? "Oh and I kinda lied about destroying the pictures. We still have them and after what I just saw, I'd like to keep them, you know, if I ever want to see THAT again!" A Hard Lesson She giggled. The little bitch actually fucking giggled. "So I guess I'll just see you back at school next week huh?" And she hung up. A Hard Lesson in Showering "Turner!" shouted the P.E. teacher. Turner looked anxiously back towards where the shout had emanated from. "Get in my office, at once!" bellowed the teacher. Turner hurried nervously into the P.E. teacher's office. "And close the door, Turner!" shouted Mr. Murray. Turner swiftly obliged. "Turner, at the end of last lesson, do you remember what I told you miserable lot?" Turner looked down sheepishly. "Well!!!" "Shall I remind you, Turner? I said that I wanted every pupil to shower thoroughly. Do you remember that instruction, Turner? It was only last week. I said I didn't want boys from my lessons leaving here stinking or covered in mud after rugby. Do you remember now, Turner?" Turner nodded, dejectedly. "And do you remember what I said would happen to boys who didn't wash properly? Do you?" Turner spoke softly, "You said you would humiliate them, Sir". "Yes Turner, that is right, I said I would humiliate them and I said if necessary, I would shower them myself to ensure they left here clean." "I did shower thoroughly, Sir", Turner stammered. "Yes, you may have showered, but did you ensure you were clean? You are quite old enough to know how to wash, Turner; you have turned 18." "I am clean, Sir", said Turner. "Well your 'mate' Henderson, has just told me that there is still mud up the back of your legs Turner, and if there is Turner, you will have to have another shower." "But its lunch time", said Turner. "I don't care what time it is Turner, you are not leaving these changing rooms unless you are clean. You know the rules." "Yes Sir." "Do you know the rules, Turner?" "Yes, Mr. Murray." "Right, if you are clean you won't having anything to worry about, will you? Right turn around, drop your trousers and let me see the back of your legs." Turner looked shocked but he knew that Mr. Murray was in no mood to be messed around with. Slowly he turned round. He faced the door he had just come through. Whilst he read the safety rules for swimming on the back of the door, he unbuckled his belt, undid the button, lowered his fly and let his trousers drop to the floor. Turner felt self conscious standing with his white briefs and prayed no one would walk in. Mr. Murray allowed his eye to wander up the back of Turner's legs, right to where the white briefs tightly covered Turner's bottom. "There is mud splattered up your left leg, Turner!" "But Sir, I ....." began Turner. "Shut up!" interrupted Mr. Murray. "I said everyone was to wash properly or they don't leave this changing room." "Right then," Mr. Murray angrily snarled, "did you use any deodorant?" "Yes Sir!" said Turner. "You said you had washed yourself and you lied! Right, shirt off, I want to see if you used deodorant." Turner turned round to face Mr. Murray, whose face was glowering with rage. Turner had to steady himself as his trousers were still round his ankles. Turner crouched to hitch up his trousers. "Leave those alone," shouted Mr. Murray, "I haven't got all day. Shirt off!" Turner nervously began to undo the buttons of his shirt, his hairy muscular chest was gradually revealed and he slipped off his shirt and placed it on the desk in front of him. Mr. Murray walked round from behind the desk to face Turner. "Right then, arms up!" Turner raised his arms. He felt vulnerable just wearing tight white briefs and his trousers still around his ankles. With his arms raised, Mr. Murray bent forward and pushed his nose into Turner's hairy arm pit. Mr. Murray inhaled deeply and Turner wondered if he could feel Mr. Murray's lips but he doubted it. "No deodorant there, Turner, you stink!" yelled Mr. Murray, as he pulled back. Mr. Murray was now incandescent with rage. "When I ask you boys to do something, I expect it to be done. I ask for cleanliness, and you ignore me. I will not have boys leaving my lessons and going to other lessons stinking; it reflects on me". There was a pause. Turner wondered what would happen next. "Right, Turner, did you put on a clean pair of underpants?" demanded Mr. Murray. Turner knew he had; it was more than his life was worth not to. "Yes Sir, these are clean," said Turner pointing to his white briefs. "Right I want them off, I want to examine them", sneered Mr. Murray. Turner blushed as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his feet clear of his trousers. With a deep breath he moved his hands to the top of his briefs. "Turn around Turner, I don't want to see your miserable appendage", said Mr. Murray. Turner turned once again, his hands slowly lowered his pants revealing his hairy backside. Turner removed his pants completely and felt his cheeks burn as he stood naked. Mr. Murray walked forward and snatched the briefs. Turner looked straight ahead but he could see a reflection of Mr. Murray in the office door window. "Right let's have a look", said Mr. Murray. Turner could see Mr. Murray tentatively bringing the white briefs up for inspection. But instead of looking in them, Mr. Murray gently rubbed the briefs against his face and he again inhaled deeply as he held them against his nose. In the reflection, Turner couldn't tell whether Mr. Murray's eyes closed in disgust or with pleasure. He soon found out. The pants were hurled at the back of his neck. "Turner, they are disgusting", shouted Mr. Murray. "I don't even want to touch them, you, you filthy little git. Get those pants back on and then I am taking you for a shower." Turner could tell that Mr. Murray was furious and he felt very intimidated. Mr. Murray virtually frogmarched Turner towards the showers. "Right, get under that shower Turner and get yourself cleaned up, and I am going to stand here and make sure you do it properly." Turner felt so embarrassed and he knew his face was bright red. He stalled for a fraction before he started to walk towards the nearest shower head, uncertain and reluctant about removing his white briefs. "You can keep those on", remarked Mr. Murray, "I don't want to be put off my lunch". Immensely relieved, Turner headed to the nearest of the six shower heads, feeling foolish and awkward. He turned the jet on high and prayed the steam generated would help disguise his body. "Where is your soap?" bellowed Mr. Murray. Turner realised he had not brought his shower gel with him. "I forgot it Sir, it is in my bag". "Have you got a brain?" demanded Mr. Murray. Turner just shrugged his shoulders. "Wait there, you can use mine". Mr. Murray headed back to his office. Turner began to rub himself down under the piping hot water. As he rubbed down his legs, a sudden horror descended upon him. He looked down at his white briefs and realised, aghast, that his white pants had turned sheer. The material was clinging tightly to his cock, and the head was clearly visible, his balls hanging low and his dark bush acted as a backdrop to make his package appear even more pronounced. At this point, Mr. Murray returned, shower gel in hand. Turner turned his back on Mr. Murray, but was only too painfully aware that this would only reveal his tight hairy buttocks. Mr. Murray proffered the shower gel to Turner but stood away from the downpour unwilling to get his tracksuit wet. "Come and get it then", yelled Mr. Murray. Turner paused briefly, he felt compelled to hide his modesty by covering himself with his hands. However, he felt the urge to brazen it out. After all, he had been put in to this ridiculous situation and he almost felt like making Mr. Murray feel equally uncomfortable by being confronted with his near naked body. In a sudden flash of bravado, Turner emerged slowly and purposefully from the cloud of steam, his transparent pants revealing his impressive package and he almost flaunted himself in front of Mr. Murray as he reached out to take the shower gel. Turner looked directly into Mr. Murray's face in an attempt to outwit him. Mr. Murray's eyes were staring straight back at Turner's. Mr. Murray held out the shower gel. As their two hands each grabbed the bottle, Turner suddenly noticed Mr. Murray's eyes dropping to his nearly-exposed genitals. Turner watched as Mr. Murray faltered. His gaze was held by the vision of the wet translucent pants. As Turner tried to take the shower gel, Mr. Murray increased his grip. The two were briefly in stalemate. Mr. Murray suddenly came to his senses. He was aware he had held the bottle for far too long. He released his grip and Turner almost fell back, such was the tension he had created on pulling the bottle. Recovering quickly, Mr. Murray yelled, "Right get yourself washed properly and let's get off for lunch." Turner returned to the shower. He felt acutely aware that Mr. Murray was studying his body. However his previous embarrassment began to fade. He decided he would wind Mr. Turner up. He felt rather empowered. He had noted the behaviour of Mr. Murray and he decided he would play Mr. Murray at his own game. Turner squeezed some of the shower gel onto his chest. He began to massage it in slowly. He stood sturdily and allowed the hot water jets to run down his face and he held his head back and the water ran shapely down his body. He rolled his head provocatively and soaped his muscular arms carefully and built up lather and raised his arms to run water into his hairy arm pits. He was aware that Mr. Murray had fallen silent. Turner didn't engage eye contact with the teacher but closed his eyes and tried to suggest he was enjoying his shower. Turner turned so that his backside was displayed. He ran his fingers down his own back and suggestively over his material clad buttocks. Turner knew he was having a profound effect on Mr. Murray since Murray hadn't said anything for several minutes. Turner bent slowly over to soap his legs. His hairy back side was pushed out towards Mr. Murray, the cleft in his buttocks was clearly visible through the material. Turner stood up and remained with his back to Mr. Murray but he felt a compulsion to rile Mr. Murray further. He allowed his fingers to gradually push the material of his wet briefs slowly down, his buttocks being tantalisingly revealed. He soaped his buttocks. He ran his hands over his hairy bottom and teased the buttocks apart allowing the hot water to run down the cleft. Very deliberately, Turner asked, "Has the mud gone yet from the back of my legs, Sir?" There was a momentary pause. "Yes", Mr. Murray's voice was unnaturally high; he had been caught off guard. He coughed, "Yes Turner, but um you, er, still need to clean yourself, at the, er, front." Turner responded, "Yes, Sir, I will make sure I am clean at the front." "Good, yes, I don't want you leaving here smelling." Turner turned around; once again he allowed the water to run down his body. He soaped his chest again and ran his hands over his biceps, down his stomach and to the top of his briefs. Carefully, he pushed his finger tips into his briefs. He moved his hands up and down his stomach and back to his briefs, each time pushing his fingers further down into his pants. As he did so the pants began to ease themselves down. At first, Turner's dark bush was exposed. Turner ran his fingers through his pubic hair. Once again, he moved his hands up and ran his hands over the hair on his head. His pelvis pushed forward, his pubic hair prominent. Turner began to relish how he was teasing Mr. Murray; he had felt humiliated and angry but he now knew he had Mr. Murray under his control. He decided to punish Mr. Murray unmercifully. Turner's hands descended slowly down the length of his body until they were resting casually at the waist band of his pants. He deliberately lowered his pants to reveal his cock and balls. He soaped his hands and ran them along the length of his shaft and massaged his balls slowly. He ran his hands suggestively back and forth along his cock and then down to his balls, creating a thick lather. Turner fully expected Mr. Murray to at least express some form of indignation but none came. Mr. Murray was totally silent. Turner continued to massage himself thoroughly and began to feel quite amused that he was totally exposed and guessed that Mr. Murray was enraptured. Turner upped his game; he lifted his cock and began to draw back his long foreskin, revealing his smooth, beautifully formed cock head. He soaped the head of his penis with his fingers and once again leaned back so that his pelvis thrust forward towards Mr. Murray. With no words from Mr. Murray, Turner suddenly realised that he didn't know how this was going to end. Was he going to pull up his pants, turn off the shower and walk away as if nothing had happened? What would Mr. Murray say to him? Would Mr. Murray think Turner was gay? Turner realised he was out of his depth and was struck with self doubt; he began to feel he had gone too far. May be Mr. Murray was just aghast at the ridiculous performance that Turner had just put on? Turner felt so uncomfortable that he deftly raised his pants to cover up his exposed genitalia. Turner decided to attempt to leave the shower. He opened his eyes, fearful of the expression on Mr. Murray's face, but then his mouth gaped open in astonishment. Turner had been looking downward towards the floor, feeling ashamed. The first thing he noticed was crumpled clothing on the floor. Turner's eyes flicked towards Mr. Murray and his eyes ascended Mr. Murray's naked body with his tracksuit abandoned on the floor. Turner took in the masculine frame of his P.E. teacher. Mr. Murray had to be around 30. His chest was smooth and he had pronounced pecs. He had a washboard stomach from working out and he had not an ounce of fat, only muscle. Mr. Murray's cock was big, rock hard and he was stroking it. Mr. Murray's eyes were shut. Turner had not seen another man's aroused cock before and his instant reaction of admiration surprised himself. Mr. Murray really was stunning. Turner was transfixed. He stared at Mr. Murray's hand caressing his cock; he couldn't take his eyes off it. Mr. Murray's cock was very big, and almost intimidating. Turner tried to feel disgust, anger and even amused but he felt none of these feelings. All he could feel was that his own cock was beginning to swell within his wet pants. Within seconds of watching his P.E. teacher stroke himself, Turner began to feel uncomfortable in his own pants such was the strength of his erection. Involuntarily, he found himself releasing his swollen cock from his restrictive pants. He lowered the pants to the top of his legs. Mr. Murray opened his eyes to drink in once again the nubile body of Turner beneath the shower. Their eyes met. Turner made a small gasp. Mr. Murray's face displayed no reaction other than his eyes fell to take in the erection that Turner had released from his pants. Mr. Murray began to increase the frequency of his strokes. His other hand gently squeezed, rubbed and massaged his own balls. He drew his hand up and down his shaft and ran his fingers over the moist head. Mr. Murray's gaze was firmly on Turner's engorged cock. He said nothing but his breathing rate increased and he frequently licked and bit his lip. His hand moved more and more urgently up and down and the pressure he applied to his balls increased. Turner stood perfectly still and felt totally aroused by this display of male masturbation before him. He also felt turned on that he was the subject matter for the intense way Mr. Murray was rubbing himself. Turner noticed that the head of Mr. Murray's cock was darkening in colour, the cock looked impossibly large and his hand was moving at an urgent pace. Mr. Murray began to groan, his legs began to lose balance, his hand moved faster, and then Mr. Murray's head rolled back as a stream of cum literally shot out of his cock and landed not far from Turner's feet. Further streams broke forth and Mr. Murray had to steady himself. His hand slowed and Turner could see the beads of perspiration on his forehead, a combination of effort and the steam from the shower. Mr. Murray ground to a halt. He remained silent. He just stood looking at Turner. Turner's cock was oozing precum but he was reluctant to touch himself. Mr. Murray appeared to show no sign of remorse or embarrassment. He just continued to look at Turner's body, up and down. Eventually the two made eye contact. Turner tried to read Mr. Murray's face but he remained inscrutable. Mr. Murray was impassive. Turner looked Mr. Murray in the eye, wondering what would happen next. Mr. Murray began to walk towards Turner. Turner held his gaze. The two men faced each other. Without a word, Mr. Murray crouched down in front of Turner. Both of his hands moved toward the wet material of Turner's underwear. He gradually eased the briefs down Turner's legs until they reached his feet. As Turner stepped out of them, he actually had to lean on Mr. Murray to avoid falling over. Mr. Murray stood back up and once again they faced each other, both completely naked. Mr. Murray made a gentle grab for Turner. He pulled Turner towards him but turned him at the same time. Turner's back was towards Mr. Murray. Mr. Murray pushed Turner carefully forward so that both were now under the hot jets of water. Mr. Murray's muscular arm held Turner tightly across Turner's chest. Turner could feel Mr. Murray's semi-erect cock pushed against his buttocks. Mr. Murray's free hand took Turner's cock. Any doubts that Turner had in his mind had no time to surface. Turner was pinned tightly. His back rested against a muscular chest, an arm held him across his own chest and a hand was expertly stroking his cock. The hand around his cock was firm but gentle. Turner found himself pushing into the hand with his pelvis and he relished the feel of the semi-erect cock moving against his buttocks. Turner found himself totally giving into Mr. Murray. He had never been touched in such an erotic way and the hot water pounding down on him heightened his arousal further. He wanted to cum so badly and he knew it wouldn't be long. Mr. Murray was gripping and releasing his cock and touching the head with his thumb. Mr. Murray's restraining arm began to tease Turner's nipple. Turner knew the moment was nigh and he had no control; he was being totally manipulated but he was in complete ecstasy. Turner felt the familiar feel of being on the verge of cumming. He thrust in Mr. Murray's hand and the hand moved swiftly up and down. Turner was about to explode. Mr. Murray rested his lips against Turner's neck and licked him and bit him gently. Turner ejaculated vigorously, his legs felt wobbly and Mr. Murray had to hold him up. Turner groaned. The orgasm was intense and the cum ran over Mr. Murray's hand. Mr. Murray rubbed the cum along the shaft increasing the sensation. "Fucking hell!" Turner screamed. Mr. Murray smiled to himself. He had massaged Turner's cock until Turner couldn't take any more. Both were now satisfied. Mr. Murray held onto Turner and Turner leaned back against Mr. Murray's hard body, loving the feeling of closeness. Mr. Murray in a loud voice said, "Don't ever try to leave here again with mud on your legs, Turner." Turner tensed. Mr. Murray moved his mouth close to Turner's ear and whispered, "Unless, of course, you want to!" Mr. Murray let go of Turner, stood back, turned, picked up his tracksuit and walked naked back to his office. Turner watched him go, observing his tight buttocks as he went. Mr. Murray closed the door of the office behind him. Turner caught his breath. He walked to the changing room and dried quickly and dressed. He left the changing room without seeing Mr. Murray again. Outside Henderson happened to be walking past. "Got in trouble did you?" he sneered. Turner walked up to Henderson. "I owe you one!" Turner said and smiled. A Hard Lesson Learned The lecturer turned back to the board and continued writing, as she did so and although she knew it was wrong, she called: "Smith, stay behind after the lesson." She finished writing their homework assignment on the board and turned, laying the marker pen on the desk just as the buzzer went for the end of the session and the day. She watched all the university students pack their stuff away quickly, in a hurry to get out on that Friday afternoon, not she knew to undertake this or any other of the assignments given to them today. "Make sure this essay is on my desk in 3 weeks." She re-iterated as they began to file out of the lecture hall and she moved around the front of the desk to await Mr. Smith, whom was ambling down the stairs from about half way. "Miss it wasn't just me." He whined as he looked down at her with a sad 'puppy dog' expression. "I'm aware of that, Smith. Go and sit down. We need to have a little chat." She replied as she pointed to the chair behind the desk. As he walked around the desk, she turned and leant on it. He could see down the top of her black blouse. He could see the tops of her ample breasts swinging slightly as she continued to speak. Realising he had missed what she said he raised his eyes to her face. She looked back at him as if she were unaware of his distraction. She walked around the desk and leant against it, as she did he had to look up at her, and continued to talk to him. He listened as his mind wandered to her ample breasts; he chanced a glance at them again. From his current position, they were a little above his eye level. He saw that the material of her blouse was sheer and he could see the black lace of her bra. Her breasts looked as they were almost overflowing from the cups of the bra. He felt himself getting aroused. He chuckled slightly at the thought of getting turned on by his lecturer as he was being told off, like a little school boy. "Is there something amusing in what I have just said Smith? " She asked leaning towards him. "No Miss. Sorry Miss." He replied whilst gulping hard as her blouse gaped and revealed her lovely breasts again. "Good. Now where was I? Oh yes it's here on the desk somewhere." She rummaged through the papers on the desk. He watched her ass wriggle as she leant over the desk. The material of her pale grey skirt pulled tight across the cheeks of her ass. Her skirt ended just above her knees but the dark theme continued in the nylon that covered her legs and the heeled black shoes she wore. He thought to himself how dainty her feet looked, as his eyes were drawn back to her ass. Her blouse had come un-tucked at the back and he glimpsed a piece of her fair skin as she leant further forward and exclaimed in triumph. "Ah here the little bugger is." She turned, holding in her left hand, much to his surprise, a riding crop. It was a little less than 2 feet long. She took hold of the free end in her right hand and flexed it. He tensed slightly but there was also a thrill run through his body. That his prick couldn't deny he was getting turned on even though he had no idea what her intentions were. He realised then that maybe he should have listened more closely to what she had been saying. She walked behind him and ran the crop lightly across his left shoulder, so that it brushed his neck and ear as she did so. A shiver ran through him. She pushed the chair forward before walking back to stand in front of him, between the chair and the desk. She perched her ass on the edge of the desk and raised her foot to separate his knees. Lowering her foot to the floor, she leant forward slightly and ran the crop up the inside of each thigh. The second time she ran it along his evident hard on. "I don't blame you and feel that it would be incorrect to punish you. It's the fault of the education system and that makes it my fault." She sighed and shook her head; a few strands of hair escaped the clip that held them up. "I've failed you and failed the rest of the class." She continued as she stroked her thighs with the crop. He started to protest but she held the end of the crop to his lips to silence him. "No this really has to be done." She laid the crop on the desk and stood in front of him. Her hands moved to the back of her skirt and she slowly unzipped it. Her hands returned to the waistband on either hip and she slowly wriggled out of her skirt. His eyes widened in amazement as her watched her. Her knickers and suspender belt were black and he thought maybe they matched the bra but wasn't sure. She picked up the crop again and ran it up her own thighs. Then she rubbed it across her pussy a few times before gently tapping herself with it. His prick was so hard and throbbing in his jeans. He wanted her but still wasn't sure of the rules of, what he now assumed, was a game. "I am the one who needs to be punished." She whispered as she handed him the crop. Now he knew the rules. He stood and moved towards her. "Turn around." He ordered as she looked up at him. She obediently did as requested. The back of her knickers were high cut and showed a lot of the cheeks of her ass. He ran the crop along the edge of the knickers, then down between her legs. He tapped both thighs as he said: "Spread them." She did so. "Wider." Again she did as requested. He then put his hand in the small of her back and pushed her to the desk. He then ran his hand from there down over her buttocks. "You have let the system down and you will be punished." He said as he rubbed the crop again between her legs. She moaned. He then slapped the crop on lightly on her left cheek, then her right cheek. She moaned again. He hit her slightly harder the second time, then again rubbed her pussy lips with the crop. He grabbed her knickers and pulled them up tight into her pussy, and between her cheeks, exposing the rest of her buttocks. There were two light lines where he had slapped her. He slipped his hand between her legs and felt the dampness through the crotch of her panties. His prick strained against his jeans and he could feel a slight dampness himself of his pre-come. He slapped her again with the crop, three times in quick succession. "Oh yes." She groaned as she looked round at him. Her face was flushed. He watched her face as her slapped her a few more times. He watched as her eyes closed and a smile of pleasure crossed her face. Now her ass was very red. He caressed her buttocks with his hands, her cheeks were very warm. He slipped two fingers into her pussy, she was very wet. She pushed back against his fingers and moaned in frustration as he withdrew them. "Stand up." He ordered as he caught her arm and pulled her to standing. He rubbed the crop across her pussy lips, gently applying a little pressure. "Now take your blouse and bra off." He said as he continued to stroke her pussy with the crop. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and allowed it to slip from her shoulders and onto the desk. Before undoing the catches on her bra she eased each breast loose of the cups, to reveal clamps attached to each nipple. He groaned as he saw them. There was a gold chain linking the gold clamps. He hooked the crop into the chain and pulled on it. Her nipples extended as he pulled and then she moved towards him. As he tugged on the chain she moaned. There was a tap on the door. She quickly ducked beneath the desk. He moved the chair forward, in order that it looked as though he were working. The door opened. "Hello Tony. What has Hope got you doing?" A voice asked from the door. "Hi, Charles. She has me on punishment duties." He replied as he got to his feet and walked to the door. "So I think you'd best go before I get into any more trouble." As Charles started to leave the room, Tony put his finger to his lips and beckoned Charles into the room. Silently the latter entered the room. Upon which Tony turned the key in the door. It was then that Charles noticed the crop in Tony's hand. He nodded towards it and Tony handed it to him and mouthed the word, "wait." He then walked back to behind the desk and bent down. "It's ok now Hope I've locked the door. " He said as he helped her to her feet. She did not look behind her. She did not see the look of amazement on Charles' face. She did not hear as he silently approached the desk. He saw the red lines across her ass and his prick stiffened at the sight. Tony sat in the chair and undid his jeans. His thick prick leapt out, eager for attention. "Now we'll have some different punishment." He said as he pulled her down to her knees with the nipple chain. Once she was knelt in front of him, he put his hands on the sides of her head and pushed her towards his prick. She opened her mouth to take him in. He pushed her down, forcing her to take his entire length into her mouth. He moaned as he cock slipped between her warm lips. She withdrew, only to take him deep again. "This is what you get for letting the class down." He pulled her head back and she looked up at him. Again he pushed her head down onto his prick. "This is what you get for letting me down." He groaned as he pulled her head back and again she looked at him. "And this is what you get for letting Charles down." He held her head still but his eyes moved away from hers and then she felt a sharp slap of the crop on her ass. It was then she realised that far from leaving the room Charles was now locked in with them. She tried to turn her head to look at him but Tony held it in place and again she was forced to take his full length in her mouth. She shook her head free of his hands and clasped them in her own as she took his hard member in and out of her mouth quicker. Varying the long slow stroke with quicker much shallower ones where barely the head of his hard prick was taken into her warm mouth. Charles knelt behind her and slapped her ass with his hand. She was knelt with her ass on her heels; he lifted her up, so that her ass was now in the air. It was the typical doggy position. He again slapped her ass with his hand before sliding his hand down towards her pussy. Through the material of her panties that remained pulled tight into her crotch, he could feel she was soaked with her own juices. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his long slender prick. He knelt behind her, pulled her knickers aside and slowly slid his erection into her hot wet pussy. They both moaned as he slid the full length into her. She wriggled her ass against him. He passed the crop under her stomach and holding both ends pulled it up against her pelvis; pulling her tight to him. Each time her thrust into her he would again use the crop to get deeper into her. She moaned with every thrust. Still giving head to Tony she picked up the pace as she felt her own orgasm building. Tony moaned and thrust into her as she took his prick into her mouth. He could feel himself close to coming. He freed his hands and pushed her away slightly. As he took his prick in his own hand, one more stroke and his load was shot over her face and mouth. She licked her lips. She licked his prick clean of his cum. She then wiped her fingers across her face and licked them clean. Tony sat back in the chair; his prick remained semi hard, and twitched as he watched Charles continue to fuck Hope. She was now on all fours pushing back into each of Charles' thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building as he fucked her hard. She shuddered as the first waves of her orgasm hit her now sensitive clit. Charles continued to pound her as his own climax built. Her orgasm continued and her muscles contracted against his hard pounding prick. The tightening of her muscles around his prick brought him to a climax. He let go of the crop and it dropped to the floor. She picked it up and turned to sit facing him. She ran it across his semi erect prick. It was then that Charles noticed the nipple clamps and his prick twitched. "I think I will try harder in future, but you boys are sure to tell me if I'm letting you down again." She said as she got to her feet. She looked at first Charles then Tony, they both nodded. She looked at each boy again, noting their semi-erect pricks. "I think for now you both deserve a little reward." The two boys looked at each other, eyebrows raised. It was apparent the same thought crossed each of their minds. She moved towards Tony and gently tapping his prick with the crop she continued: "We have to get rid of this before you leave." She continued to circle his prick with the crop as she moved closer. Charles had stood and was leaning against the desk. She stood between them both. "And this as well." She said as she lightly tapped Charles' prick and circled it with the crop. "Hmmmm now let me see. Have you any ideas?" she asked. They both shook their heads, what more could they ask for? She strode away from them, whilst thinking. Her ass swaying as she walked. She turned back and both boys were mesmerised by the bounce of her breasts as she walked towards them. She could feel the cum running down her thighs. She stroked herself. Her fingers came away wet and sticky. Absent minded she licked them clean. Both boys continued to watch her, their pricks returning to hard and throbbing, awaiting further pleasure. "You should both remove your trousers and underwear." She instructed. "And then both stand there in front of the desk." They both did as requested. She pushed the chair away and stood before them, admiring each prick. They were so different; one long and slim, the other short and stocky. She again played the crop up the inside of their thighs resting it against each boys balls for a short time. She then slapped Tony sharply on the outside of his thigh. He flinched slightly but found himself further aroused. "You sit on the desk." She ordered in her 'lecturer voice'. "Now slide back a bit further and then lean back." He slid his ass across the desk, until his calves touched the edge of the desk. His feet not quite touching the ground, he felt like a little boy again. He then put his hands behind him, to support his weight as he leaned back. She climbed onto the desk; her knees either side of his thighs. Slowly she lowered herself onto his prick. He sighed as he felt her hot and very wet pussy envelop his prick. A few strokes and his prick was drenched in both her juices and those of Charles. She slid off his prick and rubbed it against her ass, making her little hole wet. She stroked her pussy and then, with wet fingers, stroked her little ass hole. She continued to ride Tony as she did so. Charles just stood and watched as she probed her middle finger into her ass. "It's ready for you now." She sighed as she withdrew her finger. His prick throbbed as this was something he'd never managed to do with any of his girlfriends. He approached her slowly and stood squarely behind her. She took hold of his prick and aimed it at her hole. "Now push slowly but continually and soon that lovely hard prick will be in my tight little ass." She instructed as she sat still whilst he did so. Slowly he pushed forward and could feel her tight muscles relax as he gained entry. Once in they held him tight and secure. He didn't think he'd last long as her ass was so tight and his prick a little sensitive from the first time he came. As he pushed deeper he could feel Tony's prick against the front wall of her back passage. Tony was sat there on the desk with his prick deep in Hope's pussy as she then instructed Charles to take her ass. He could feel the other prick as he entered her ass. It made her pussy so much tighter and the muscles contracted around his prick. He did think he could come with just these sensations but then she started to fuck him again. Hope was now impaled on the two pricks and it felt great. She could feel them both and as she took the full length into her pussy, it felt as though the two met. First she would withdraw from Tony and slide back down taking his full length into her. This was followed by Charles withdrawing his prick then plunging back into her. As they sped up she found that the rhythm changed and that both were deep in her at the same time and both withdrew at the same time. Tony was restricted by what movement he could make. Hope was moaning and he guessed nearing a second orgasm. He grabbed the chain hanging from her nipples with his mouth and using his tongue thread the excess length into his mouth. The chain pulled tight, pulling on her nipples. Hope was close to coming when Tony grabbed the chain and each time she plunged down on his prick it pulled exquisitely tight. It was enough to bring her to that second orgasm. This seemed to go on for an age as both boys were still fucking. She was followed by Charles coming, as he did so she wriggled her ass against him, her muscles contracting and massaging her dry of cum. As Tony felt Charles prick throb as he came, throbbing against his as it were, it bought him to off a second time. He pumped hope full of his come as she ground hips into him to get all of his come. Charles withdrew and helped Hope of the table. They were all flushed. "Oh fuck." The boys said in unison. "Oh fuck indeed." She agreed and smiled as she added. "Well I guess you two boys should get off and enjoy your weekend.