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Miss Linda Ch. 01

By: Bluepen451



My name is Linda, and I'm a second grade teacher. I am about 5'4" and trim, but I have nice round hips and my breasts are—well, nice. I have thick, light brown hair that hangs down to my shoulders and a bit lower and grey-green eyes with really heavy natural eyelashes. Guys love my eyes. I like to think that I am very prim and proper, and I certainly dress and act that way almost all the time, but sometimes . . . well, sometimes I just get horny, and then I do some things that I would never tell anyone about. Except now I am going to tell you about it, because you really don't know who I am, and I like the idea that I can describe myself being very naughty and get you so horny that you do things that you wouldn't admit to me or anyone else.

So let me tell you what I did last Saturday. I had been a good girl all week, showing up to work on time, doing my best to get the kids interested in reading, smiling sweetly to my boss, who I sometimes think is really a dirty old man, because I catch him staring at my breasts almost every day, but he never says anything or touches me or does anything else nasty, so I guess it's okay. But he is way to old for me. He must be at least forty! 

By Friday night I was just tired of the routine, and when I got up on Saturday morning I decided to take a day off from being good. I went for a run, but instead of thinking about work the whole time I was running, I was thinking about how nasty and good it feels when I play with my pussy while I watch a porn flick on the internet. See, now you know something about me that nobody else knows—that I love to masturbate while I watch porn. Of course, I kind of suspect that everyone else does, too. I am sure that the dirty old man I work for does.

I went home, stripped off my running clothes, and hopped into the shower. That hot water felt so good. I was still thinking about sex. I massaged my tits for a while and then I slid a couple of fingers in my pussy. It felt really good, but then I made myself stop. I wanted to have a whole day of walking around feeling horny, so I didn't want to get myself off by nine in the morning. 

I toweled myself off and walked out to the kitchen and made some coffee. I was naked, but my kitchen window faces a fenced back yard so there was no one out there to see me. I sat naked at the kitchen table, drinking my coffee and thinking about what I wanted to do with the day. I was absentmindedly pulling on my nipples, which was keeping me good and horny. I knew I wanted to do something that most people would think was kind of nasty and out of character for a prim and proper second grade teacher. By the time I finished my coffee I decided it was a good day for a shopping trip. 

Now, when I am in a nasty mood, like I was this Saturday, a shopping trip has nothing to do with buying things. It has to do with going to a Saturday farmers' market in our town with no underwear beneath my usual conservative clothes. And then . . . well depending on how the day goes, maybe some other things happen.

I went to my closet and put on a skirt and a pair of white sandals with just enough heel on them to make my legs look sexy. Then I found a cotton blouse that was a nice match for the skirt. Neither the skirt nor the blouse fit very tight (I never wear tight clothes). I left a couple of buttons at the top of the blouse undone so that if I bent over someone would have a good view of my tits. I bent over in front of the mirror just to make sure. It made me hot thinking about how someone would be able to see all of my tits when I bent over to pick something up from a display counter. The skirt came to just above my knees. I stood checking myself out in the mirror. Yes, I looked just like I did when I wore the same outfit to work—a prim and proper second grade teacher. Of course, I was completely naked beneath these prim and proper garments. I am never that way when I go to school.

I stepped out the front door of my apartment and walked a couple of blocks to my car. It was a lovely warm morning and my tits were swinging softly under my blouse. The warm air felt so sexy on my exposed pussy, which I had carefully shaved while in the shower earlier.

The Saturday market was across town, so I was going to have to take my car. As I slid into it, I deliberately pulled my skirt up and spread my legs briefly. There wasn't anyone to see me, but if there had been they would have gotten a good beaver shot. Just the idea of someone seeing me expose myself like that gave me a thrill. 

When I got to the Saturday market, I parked and got out of the car with the same nasty exposure. This time there were people around. I don't think anyone was watching, but just in case, I took my time getting out of the car, so if anyone was watching they got a good look at my wet pussy. I can be such a bad girl.

I walked around the market for a while looking at the handicrafts and fruits and vegetables for sale. Occasionally I bent over to look more closely at something, but the real objective was to give the person behind the counter a look at my tits. I would flash them briefly, but long enough so that they would understand I was doing it on purpose. After I stood up I would look directly at them, just to let them know that I knew they had been looking at my tits and then amble slowly off. This was certainly more fun than being a second grade teacher. I was so horny. It was delicious.

About 11:00 o'clock I went into a coffee house and bought a latte. I was sitting at a table just nursing the coffee while watching the people coming in and out of the coffee house. As I sat there sipping my coffee, I indulged myself with delicious fantasies about what they might think if they knew I was naked under these oh so prim and proper clothes. 

After a while I noticed a couple several years older than me walk in. They were both quite attractive. He was tall and trim with broad shoulders. His dark hair was neatly trimmed with just a touch of gray at the temples. He had dark brown eyes that just . . . well it's the kind of look that gets under your skin sexually. She was a tall elegant blonde—sort of a real world Grace Kelly, but not quite as cold as she was (I always think Grace Kelly has kind of an ice queen look to her, don't you?) 

They got coffees and sat down at a table in a corner opposite me. As she walked by, I noticed that her tits were swinging loosely under the soft, expensive-looking sweater she had on. "What fun," I thought. "I bet she doesn't have a bra on either. I wonder if she has any panties on. Hmmm, I wonder if he has any underwear on? Hmmm, I wonder how big his dick is? Hmmm, I wonder how big his dick is after she sucks on it for a while?" 

"Girl, your mind is really in the gutter," I thought, "but then again, that is the point of this morning." 

I got up and walked over to the coffee bar for a refill. I didn't need any more coffee, but I wanted to walk by so they could see my tits bounce. As I walked over, I put a little bounce in my step and, although I wasn't looking at them, I was sure they were watching me. My self-centered suspicions were confirmed as I walked back. They were both watching me with no pretense of discretion. I felt like they could both see right through my clothes to my naked body beneath. "Oh fuck, this is good!" I thought. 

I didn't look directly at them for very long as I walked back (after all, I am prim and proper), but when I sat down, I looked right at them, returning their continuing stares. Just to be as nasty as I could, I tried to focus first on her tits and then on the bulge under his slacks. Turnabout is fair play. They had certainly been staring at my bouncing tits with undisguised lust. This couple was every bit as horny as I was.

The café was beginning to fill up, and a family with a baby in a carriage came in and couldn't find a place to sit. I offered them my table. I was going to lean on the coffee bar, but, as I walked past the couple, the husband spoke up. 

"That was very nice of you to give your table to that family. Would you care to join us?"

I sat down, and we began to chat about totally innocuous subjects, but there was an undercurrent of lust. I was leaning forward on the table and, having undone a third button, I was giving them a pretty good view of my tits, which they were obviously thoroughly enjoying. Her nipples were hard and obvious through the thin sweater she was wearing, and I could see a decided bulge in his trousers. We talked about the various stalls at the Saturday market, and she asked if I had seen a particular artist's work. I said I had not, and she said, "Oh, we have to see it every week, because Richard thinks it is very erotic."

"Do you think it is erotic?" I asked her.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Absolutely, but I don't admit that to Richard, because that way I can tease him about how horny he is." 

They debated the merits (or sexiness) of the artist's work for a while, while I continued to stare at her tits and his half-engorged cock under his trousers. 

Finally the wife, Lynn, said, "Let's let Linda see the paintings and get her opinion." 

We got up and left the coffee shop and walked to a back corner of the market area to look at the art booth. There were a number of wildly colored stylized renderings of nude females that left little to the imagination. The labia were exaggerated in size and/or rendered in a color that drew the viewer's attention directly to that part of the picture. 

We stood back a bit so we could talk. I said, "Well, they aren't quite porn, but they are close."

"Are you offended by porn?" Richard asked. 

I laughed, "Hardly, but I can easily see why Lynn doesn't like these as much as you do Richard."

"Why?"

"There are no cocks!" I said.

Lynn cracked up. "Absolutely," she said. "If you are going to paint erotica, it has to be equal opportunity erotica—pussies, tits and cocks."

"Plus plenty of fucking and sucking," I responded.

Lynn looked at Richard for a moment and then said, "Actually we have a collection of quality erotica at home. It is not like the men's mags that husbands drag home from business trips. It's a collection of fine art erotic drawings and photos that we have collected from all over the world."

"Mmm. That sounds interesting," I responded. I was thinking, "Hmm, I never heard of erotica that was characterized as fine art before, but there is no harm in taking a look."

Richard said, "Let's go to our place, and we will have some wine and share. We can walk home from here."

It took about five minutes to walk to their condo. As we were going up in the elevator, I noticed Lynn deliberately brush one of her tits against Richard's arm. She took time enough to rub it back and forth, and when she was done she looked at me and winked. 

Their condo was very elegant—lots of art on the walls and some sculpture. Much of it was nude human forms, although it was tasteful enough so that, while you might call it erotic, you wouldn't call it pornographic.

We went into a tastefully decorated library off the main living room, and Richard pulled down a couple of volumes, which he handed to me. 

"You can look at these while we get some wine."

As they walked out, I noticed that Lynn was fondling his ass. 

I started turning the pages in the first book. They were right; it was very erotic stuff. This book seemed to be mostly pictures of guys masturbating. The ones I liked the most in my sex-addled state were the close-up pictures and drawings of cocks, especially the really hard fully erect ones. I also liked the ones that showed a big hard cock shooting cum through the air.

Richard and Lynn seemed to be taking their time getting the wine, but I wasn't particularly worried about it. When I finished the first book, I began to thumb through the second book, filled with pictures of women masturbating. These made me even hotter. Some of them were using dildos and other sex toys.

I wondered how much longer they would be. Not because I was feeling abandoned, but because I wanted to start to play with myself and I didn't want to get caught. I thought about it for a minute, and then slipped my hand into my blouse to begin massaging my left breast as lust overcame my fear of getting caught. I also pulled my skirt up a bit and spread my legs apart so that my naked pussy was exposed to anyone who would walk into the room. I wasn't touching it. That could come later. I was just exposing myself and hoping that someone would come in and catch me doing that. So sexy!

A few minutes later my hosts arrived, and I made an effort to cover up, but I also made sure that I was slow enough doing it so that they got a good look at my pussy and the breast I was fondling and they would have no doubt about what I had been doing. 

They had changed clothes while getting the wine. (I had assumed they were fucking, but apparently not). He was wearing a pair of shorts like he would wear to the gym and a T-shirt. Both were made of a silky material that clung to his body. It was obvious that he had a major boner under those shorts. She was wearing a one-piece dress that was draped beautifully over her frame. It was sleeveless, and the arm cutouts were a bit oversized, so that someone could easily slide a hand in to play with her boobs. Also, the neckline plunged almost to her waist, which also provided ready access to her tits. The hemline stopped a couple of inches above her knees. Like Richard, the material of Lynn's dress seemed to cling to her body as she moved, so that she might as well have been naked.

"You seem to be enjoying our art work," she said, acknowledging subtly that they had seen what I was doing. 

"It is very sexy stuff," I said as I took a sip of wine, "and you're right. It is so much better than the usual trashy stuff in men's magazines or on the internet. It is more erotic and more artistic."

They opened another book and shared it as they sat on a couch opposite me. Not much was said for a while as we all focused on the materials. When I finished my wine, Lynn got up and walked over to me to refill my glass. As she bent over to fill my glass I could see her tits. They were bigger and softer than mine, with big aureoles. Their book must have been pretty good, because her nipples were hard. 

When she walked back to the other side of the room, she sat down next to Richard and pulled one heel up on the couch while pushing the other one over against Richard's thigh. This caused her dress to ride up and gave me a good view of her fully shaven pussy. Her pussy lips were large and fleshy and glistening with moisture. She reached over and began to caress Richards's cock through his shorts. 

Not to be outdone, I unbuttoned my blouse all the way down to my waist. I pushed the fabric back so my tits were fully exposed. I pulled on both nipples. It was so sexy.

"What's in the book you are looking at?" I asked. It was the first thing anyone had said in fifteen minutes.

"This book is all pictures of couples engaged in oral sex. It's one of our favorites." 

"That sounds very sexy," I said, as I continued to rub my tits and pull on my nipples. "The two books you gave me are really sexy. They are making me very horny."" 

"We thought you would like them", Lynn responded. "We love to sit and look at them and then watch each other masturbate."

"That's kinky," I thought. "Does Richard cum on your tits?" I asked. 

"Mmmm, yes," she responded. "If he hasn't cum in a few days, he can really coat my tits, which I love. Last week he squirted on me and I rubbed it all over my chest while he got me off by licking my clit." She had two fingers in her cunt by this time.

"Have you ever masturbated while someone else watched you?" Richard asked me.

"No."

"Really? It is so sexy," Lynn said as she stood and pulled her dress off over her head so she was completely naked. She then reclined against the end of the couch with her legs spread wide apart to give Richard and me both a clear view of her sex as she slid two fingers into her cunt and used her other hand to massage her right breast. 

Richard slid to the opposite end of the couch and pulled his rigid cock out of his shorts. He was staring at Lynn with lust as he pulled on his cock. It was about seven or eight inches long and had a well-formed head that had a shiny drop of pre-cum on it. He rubbed that drop around the top of his cock.

I bunched my skirt up around my waist and put one leg over each arm of the armchair I was sitting in. Then I slipped three fingers in my dripping cunt. 

They were watching me as much as they were each other. 

Lynn said, "Doesn't his cock look sexy. It makes me so hot to watch him masturbate."

"Fuck yes", I responded. "I love to masturbate, but this is way sexier. No one ever admits that they get themselves off, but they all do it. What makes this so hot is that we are admitting it and doing it for each other."

Lynn was making whimpering noises as she rubbed one hand in rapid circles on her left breast while she shoved three fingers of her other hand as far into her cunt as she could get them. I was pretty much doing the same thing.

"I am going to cum at any minute," she said to Richard, "so if you want this little slut to see you cum on my tits, you better get over here."

Richard kneeled on the couch next too her and continued to stroke his cock. He had it pointed right at her tits. I moved from plunging my fingers into my cunt to rubbing my clit. I knew that would bring me off right along with them.

"Come on, you big stud," Lynn said. "Squirt that hot cum all over my tits. I know you like it when we do this. Sometimes when we are in bed and you have your cock in my pussy you tell me how hot it makes you to do this. Come on and squirt on me." 

She looked over at me and asked, "Are you watching Linda? Are you going to watch him squirt his hot cum on my tits?" 

"Oh yeah!" I said, as I continued to frig my clit and pull on my nipples. I was so close to cumming.

"Richard," she said, "look at Linda getting herself off while she watches us. Fuck it makes me so hot to have someone watching us while we are masturbating. Especially when it's someone hot like she is. Oh fuck! I'm so close. I just have to cum—now!" 

Just then Richard let go with a long deep groan and begin to squirt rope after rope of pearly cum all over Lynn's face and tits. 

When that happened, I just lost it. My back arched and the climax, which started in my cunt, spread across my whole body. I don't usually scream when I climax but I did this time. I suspect they heard me all the way back to the Saturday market. 

Lynn briefly used both hands to rub Richard's cum across her chest and then she used one hand to stroke her clit while she shoved three fingers of the other hand into her cunt.

After a moment or two of this she let out with an "Oh, fuuuuuck!" as she arched her back in a climax.

I hung around for another glass of wine and some idle chitchat, and then I headed home. As I was walking back to my car, I developed a nagging feeling that their last name (Basconi) sounded familiar. When I got home, I Googled him and discovered that he was—nobody. But Lynn turned out to be our town's current Superintendent of Schools. What a small world. It turns out that my boss isn't the only one in our school district with a dirty mind. It appears that there are at least three of us.

Miss Linda Ch. 02



Hi. It's me, Linda, again—the sometimes horny second grade teacher. Remember the story I told you a few days ago about watching this really horny couple I met masturbate for each other and for me? I really shouldn't have told you about that, and I need you to promise you won't tell anyone else about it. After all we are all respectable citizens, and we don't want people gossiping about how slutty we are, do we? 

But, I do have to admit that I had a very sexy morning and afternoon with the Basconis (of course, that is not really their name). After I got home, I sat down at the computer and typed out the story and submitted it to one of those pornographic story sites. That just got me all hot and slutty again, so I watched some porn on the internet while I rammed this big dildo into my pussy. I got off two more times that day and once more the next day. By Monday morning I was ready to go back to being respectable and go to work. 

I have run into Mrs. Basconi a couple of more times since then, and I can't say we have ignored each other, but it has not been like greeting an old friend either. She just walked on by, while giving me this kind of subtle sly smile that said, "I know you and I know what you are really like." While I looked very demure, I was really thinking about her big soft tits that were so conservatively hidden beneath her business suit.

I had been a really good girl for about three weeks when I got a call on a Thursday evening. It was Lynn Basconi.

"Richard and I were wondering if you could join us for a little dinner party Saturday evening?" she said. "I know it's short notice, but we are sure you will enjoy it if you can make it." 

"Uh. . . sure," I responded. I was a little surprised that they wanted to see me again, given their and my relative social status in the community, but the whole encounter had been so sexy that I just didn't want to turn them down.

We are just having another couple over, and we thought you would enjoy meeting them.

"Okay, what should I wear?" 

"Oh, something like you had on last time we got together would be fine. These gatherings are quite informal." 

I wanted to ask her if I needed to include underwear, but I didn't have the courage. 

Then she said, "I think you will find our friends have the same kind of dirty minds that we have."

"Oh, then that sounds like a fun evening," I responded. Feeling a bit brave, I said, "So underwear won't really be required?"

She laughed and said, "Well, I really wasn't planning on wearing any, but sometimes it is fun to have some on just so you can watch the others drool as you take it off."

"I'll think about it," I responded.

"Yes, you really should do that. That will insure that you are nice and horny by the time you get here. I have cleared my calendar for tomorrow, so I won't have to really do anything except sit around thinking about how sexy this party is going to be. I am going to tell my assistant that I am working on my budget, but I plan to spend a significant part of the day reading porn stories on my computer in the office."

"Yum," I said. "Are you going to look at nasty pictures too?"

"I might. Do you look at nasty pictures on the internet?"

"Of course. Doesn't everyone?" I said with a laugh, "But I can't do it at work." 

"Well, can you do it at home?"

"Sure, I am sitting in front of my computer right now."

"Well, turn it on and go to our private site." She gave me the URL and the access code.

"You mean now?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. "Aren't you horny enough to look at porn? I know I am. I got really turned on just thinking about having you join our party on Saturday."

So I fired up the Mac and jumped to her site. I typed the access code and was let in. The first page was just an index of different kinds of pictures and videos on the site. 

"What do you recommend?" I asked.

"Let's look at the pictures of the couple at A57," she said. "They always make me hot."

"I clicked on the link and then begin to leaf through a series of very explicit pictures of a handsome couple seducing each other. It began with them sitting fully clothed and then they gradually disrobed each other. Then he stood nude in front of her with his hard dick sticking straight out. The next picture showed them as she reached out and stroked his dick. Then there was a series of shots of her sucking his dick.

"Did you get to the cock sucking pictures yet?" 

"Ummm, yes. They're really hot," I responded. I didn't tell her that I had pulled off my T-shirt and bra, and I was fondling my tits.

"Are you playing with yourself yet?" Lynn asked.

"Just my tits."

"Well, I am not wearing anything, and I have two fingers in my sloppy wet cunt," she responded. 

"Oh, I better catch up," I said, as I stripped off my shorts and panties. My cunt was already dripping wet.

"I wish you were here to lick my pussy," Lynn said. "That would be so sexy."

"Oh, I have never done that, but it sounds like fun. Would you do the same thing for me?"

"Umm. Yes. I would slip two fingers into your sloppy wet cunt and rotate them around and in and out while I used my tongue to tease your clit." 

The thought of Lynn finger fucking me while she licked my click was so fucking erotic. I had a perfect picture in my mind of myself slouched naked in a big soft chair, with my hips pushed towards the edge and my legs spread while Lynn's head was between my legs eating me. My pussy started leaking it's juices in response to the image. 

I clicked forward a few more pictures and paused on a picture of the girl leaning on a table with her tits hanging down while the guy fucked her from behind. 

"Look at picture 17," I said. "Let's cum while we look at that."

"Okay, I am rubbing my clit now," she responded. "That'll make me cum."

"Good. I am doing the same thing. I am so fucking close." Sometimes I get to be a bit of a potty mouth when I get really close to cumming.

I leaned back in the chair with the phone under my chin and pulled on my nipples with one hand while I masturbated furiously with my other hand. Fuck, this felt good.

Conversation was pretty much gone. Now I was thinking about how good it would feel to be the girl in the picture leaning over the table with the guy's big hard cock pumping in and out of her pussy. 

I could hear Lynn whimpering at the other end of the line and I was groaning as I approached my climax. Suddenly I felt the climax rip through me, and I gave up on any effort at restraint with a cry that probably could be heard by Lynn without the phone. A moment later she did the same thing.

We were both quiet for a minute or so. Finally, she came back on the line and said, "Ummm. That was good. Richard's going to be so jealous when I tell him."

"Will he be mad because you had phone sex with me?"

Lynn laughed. "Hardly, he will be jealous of me because I had phone sex with you without involving him."

"Oh good," I said as I tried to stifle a yawn. "I need to go to bed now. Got to get up and teach the kiddies tomorrow."

"Goodnight," said Lynn. "We're going to have fun Saturday night. Sleep tight."

When Lynn hung up, I leaned back in the chair in the afterglow of my orgasm. The Basconi's pornographic website was still up on my computer, but the phone sex had pretty much satisfied me, so I just clicked out of it and shut down my computer. I was pretty tired, and I had to get up and go to the work in the morning. I flossed and brushed my teeth and fell into bed into the deep sleep of the sexually satiated. 

The next morning, as I dressed in one of my conservative little outfits to go off and teach second graders, my mind wandered back to my conversation with Lynn Basconi. She and I had something in common. We both had day jobs that required that we totally suppress our sexuality, and we both were, underneath the front we presented, very sexual people—well, maybe horny sluts would be a better term. 

Most days I had little difficulty suppressing my fundamentally slutty nature. Today was going to be more of a challenge, because I was going to be thinking about the Basconi's party. Lynn had already told me that she wasn't really going to try. Instead, she was going to lock herself in her office after telling her secretary she didn't want to be disturbed and then read porn on the internet. Well that wasn't going to be an option for me. When you are looking after a room full of second graders, you have to be alert, awake and living in the moment—otherwise you will lose all control. "Not going to happen," I thought as I drove to work. 

I pretty much stuck to my commitment—no daydreaming about sex all day, except lunch hour, of course. I took the sandwich I had brought to work and went across the street and sat in the park while I ate. If I had stayed in the teachers' lounge, the rest of the staff would have wanted to chat. Mostly they whined about their problems with their students, their spouses, the school district administration, and on and on and on. The second graders were more interesting than some of them were. 

However, when I was in the park, where I frequently ate lunch, I didn't have to listen to them, so I replayed in my mind how much fun the Saturday when I met the Basconis had been. It was hard to decide which part of that day had been the most fun. Of course, masturbating myself to a climax while I watched them do the same thing had been pretty hot, but I think the part I liked the best was when I met them in the coffee shop and realized that Lynn was as naked as I was under her conservative clothes and that she also knew that I was naked beneath my cute little outfit. Given the size of the lump in Richard's trousers, he must have known that Lynn and I were both naked beneath our clothes. 

The more I thought about my afternoon with the Basconis the hornier I got. There was no one around, so I began to rub my tits through the blouse and bra I was wearing. God I was horny. I nibbled a bit at the sandwich I was eating, but I just couldn't get my mind off how hot it had been watching Richard blast his cum all over Lynn's tits. 

I looked around and confirmed that I was alone in the park. Then I unbuttoned my blouse enough to allow me to put a hand under it and dip it inside my bra to massage my tits. I just kept replaying the picture of Richard's big, hard, angry looking cock blasting cum all over Lynn's big soft tits. Pretty soon I had enough buttons undone so I could get both hands in my blouse and bra pushed down so I could pull and pinch on both my nipples. Oh, fuck this was making me horny. I wanted to cum so bad. 

I looked around again. Nope, I still had the park to myself. It was really scary, but I just had to get myself off. So keeping my legs under the park bench, I spread them apart and reached under my skirt. I was really afraid someone would come and see me, but I couldn't resist pulling my skirt up over my hips and pulling my panties off. My legs were still under the park bench but now I was essentially naked from the waist down and my tits were hanging over my bra in the warm lunch hour air. 

I looked around again and dropped one of my hands under the park bench. My pussy was so wet and slippery. Oh, fuck I was horny, but what if someone came? This was scary and sexy at the same time. I decided I better be quick so I began rapidly stroking my clit. It was so hard, just like a little rock. It only took me a minute to make myself cum and it was a really good one. I wanted to scream as my climax ripped through my body, but I held it back. 

When the climax eased off, I leaned my head down on the park bench, panting for just a moment. Fortunately, I soon picked my head up and that's when I saw him—Mr. Johnson was walking right toward me. I quickly buttoned up my blouse (leaving my tits hanging over the front of my bra) and pushed by skirt down where it belonged. As I started to get up I realized my panties were lying on the park bench, so I grabbed them and stuffed them in my lunch sack. I would clean up when I got back to the ladies room in the school, but right now Mr. Johnson was headed right towards me and I had to look presentable. 

As Mr. Johnson approached and said hello my mind, which was thoroughly in the gutter by now, dallied for a moment on the idea of giving him a blow job, but I quickly rejected that idea—my mother always told me not to mix business and pleasure. I doubt if she had blow jobs for your boss in mind when she told me that, but it seemed like good advice in this situation, too. On the other hand, maybe that was exactly what she had in mind. Most of the time we have no idea what are parents are trying to tell us because we aren't really listening.

I quickly gathered up my stuff and headed back to the school before Mr. Johnson could sit down to join me. As we passed I mumbled some excuse about having to get back early to put the finishing touches on the afternoon's lesson plan. He smiled and did what he always does—stared at my tits. As I walked away, I wondered if he could tell that my tits were still hanging free over the top of my bra. "I'll bet he can tell." I thought. "Ooh, I wonder if he will get himself off out here in the park thinking about my tits once I leave?" I briefly had an image in my mind of Mr. Johnson stroking a big hard cock as he sat on the park bench with his zipper open and a rope of cum shooting off of it and landing in the grass between his feet. 

"Focus girl! Focus!" I told myself. "You have twenty-four hyperactive second graders who will be back from the cafeteria in twelve minutes." 

I got through the rest of the day without losing my focus any further (being responsible for a group of second graders will do that for you), and when they headed for the busses at 3:30, I quickly gathered up my things and headed for my car. I ran into the dirty old man on my way out and, for some perverse reason, I stopped to chat with him for a minute. My mind had reverted to sex as soon as the last kid went out the door, and I was actually enjoying the way he was leering at my chest. He wasn't that hard to look at either, I decided. He was tall with broad shoulders and twinkling blue-grey eyes that were really sexy—when he could pull them away from staring at my tits and look directly at me. But, god, he had to be at least forty! 

By the time I got home, I was seriously horny, but I remembered that I was due at my mother and stepfather's home for dinner at 5:30, so it was back to being sexually suppressed Linda for the rest of the evening. 

It was after midnight when I got home again, and I was beat. Suppressing as much natural horniness as I had after my phone call with Lynn Basconi was hard work! So I crawled into bed and slept like a rock—although I did have a dream about giving a blow job to Richard Basconi in the teacher's lounge at lunch hour while the rest of the school's staff watched. Actually, they were ignoring us and continuing to bitch about their miserable lives. That was really weird, considering that Richard and I were totally naked and really going at it right in front of them. Oh well, dreams are weird!



Miss Linda Ch. 03



Hi there! It's me the horny second grade teacher again. Oh, you don't think second grade teachers should be horny sluts? Why not, we're just like you and the rest of your horny, nasty friends. Yes we're nice sweet young ladies in the classroom, but after we leave the classroom, we can be just as slutty as anyone else. 

Now you probably have already read the first two chapters of my story about how I got to know Lynn Basconi, the superintendent of our school district, who turned out to be almost as much of a horny slut as me, and her very sexy husband, Richard, and how after we all watched each other masturbate and then Lynn and I had some really hot phone sex, they invited me to a party that I was pretty sure (well, at least really hoped) was going to be an orgy. Now if you haven't read them, that sentence will probably tell you enough so you won't get lost in this story (assuming you didn't get lost in the sentence), but you really ought to go back and read the first two chapters because, in my humble opinion, they are pretty hot, and I think you will enjoy them and especially enjoy what you are doing while you read them, if you know what I mean. What? Now don't tell me you don't do that when you read these stories. I'm not Dickens or some other highbrow boring author. Enjoy! 

I got up on Saturday, the day of the party, and went for my usual morning run. I am not sure how far I ran, because I was thinking about the party. I was wondering if it was going to be another dull affair like I had been to the night before at my parents' house or maybe it was going to be an orgy. Knowing the Basconis, an orgy seemed more likely. "Cool, I've never been to an orgy!" I thought as I finished my run. 

As I showered, I rubbed my soapy tits and tweaked my nipples, but I resisted the temptation to play with my pussy and my clit. I had decided that I was not going to get myself off all day, so that I was in the right mood for the party. I finished my shower by shaving my pussy so it was nice and clean. I didn't want anyone getting prickled by stubble when they were eating me later this evening. I didn't know for sure that would happen, but I had high hopes. 

I wandered around the house naked for a while and then decided to go shopping—you know, with no underwear, where the objective isn't to buy things, but to titillate myself by speculating about how many people can figure out that I am not properly dressed. 

I will save the description of that day's shopping trip for another story. Suffice it to say that I complied with my vow not to get off that day, but there were some other people that I met who certainly didn't. Then again they probably hadn't made a vow not to have sex that day—as most folks don't.

I arrived at Basconis' high-rise a few minutes late. Parking turned out to be more difficult than I had imagined. I was wearing one of my cute little teacher outfits that I wore to school most days, except I had added three-inch heels to make my legs look extra sexy and, of course, I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. As I rode up the elevator, I unbuttoned another button on my blouse to make sure that anyone who wanted to could get a good look at my tits. I could feel a tingle in my nipples, which had gotten hard as I walked from the car to the apartment (actually they had been hard most of the day), and there was a glow from my pussy that was warming my whole body. 

I rang the doorbell on the Basconis' apartment and waited for someone to answer. I was in an odd combination of nervous, because I was going to a party with some people I had never met, and horny, because I had been thinking about how sexy Richard Basconi's cock was when it got hard. Eventually the door opened. It was Lynn, wearing a fishnet top with about a one- or two-inch weave, which did absolutely nothing to hide her big soft tits. Like me she had on high heels to accentuate her striking legs, but her skirt was a very short, tight, black leather number—kind of kinky. Not at all like what I am sure she wore to work each day. 

"Oh, I am so glad you could make it," she said as I walked in. "Some of our sexiest friends are here tonight, and I am sure you are going to enjoy them, if you know what I mean."

"Okay, that means an orgy," I thought as I followed her down the hall. My nipples stiffened further at that thought.

As we walked, she asked, "Well, were you a good girl yesterday, and did you focus on taking care of the second graders all day instead of on sex?"

"Absolutely," I said, "except for lunch hour, when I went over to the park to eat my sandwich, and then I thought about how hot it was when I met you and Richard a couple of weeks ago and we came back here to fool around."

"So were your panties wet when you went back to teaching?" she asked.

I giggled, thinking about how I nearly left them in the park when the dirty old man almost caught me masturbating. Finally I said, "They would have been if I had worn any." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it left out the most interesting details, like the fact that my panties were stuffed in my lunch sack along with my half eaten lunch all afternoon and, oh yes, the fact that I had been masturbating in the park when my boss showed up. 

"Oh, you naughty girl. You went to teach the second graders without panties on?"

"Sure, they don't pay attention to that kind of thing. What were you wearing at work on Friday?"

Lynn laughed. "Well, I started out in my usual conservative outfit, with the underwear, but somehow the panties got lost during the day."

"Was that because you were playing with your pussy while you read porn on your computer?" I asked.

She giggled, but before she could answer, a tall dark man emerged from a door off the hallway. He was very trim with a dark, closely cropped beard and he wore a red turban and a white garment that looked like a Nehru jacket but which went down to his shins.

"Oh, Lawrence," Lynn said, "I want you to meet our friend Linda. She tells me that she actually spent all day Friday teaching a group of second graders without a moment's thought about sex."

That wasn't quite what I had told her and it wasn't even remotely close to the truth, but, "Oh well. Who cares," I thought.

Lawrence took my hand and stroked it with the softest touch I have ever felt from a man. "If he could do that to my hand, what could he do with my breasts or my pussy?" I was thinking.

"I am so pleased to meet you. Lynn has told my wife and me so much about you. Let me introduce you to Indira," he said, as he led me down the hall, continuing to caress my hand.

My mind was going a million miles an hour. Half of it was reveling in his gentle touch and speculating about what he had on under his long tunic (nothing I was sure, but perhaps that was wishful thinking) and the other part of my mind was speculating about what Lynn had told him and Indira about me. It couldn't have been anything I would want my mother to hear, because Lynn didn't know much about me except things I wouldn't want my mother to hear. 

The three of us walked into a living room, and a stunningly beautiful Hindu woman stood to greet us. Like Lawrence, she was tall and slim with a dusky complexion. She wore a silk sari that went to her feet. It was loosely wrapped and virtually transparent. Her breasts, while not large like Lynn's, were pointed and capped with dark nipples, which showed clearly through the fabric of her sari. My mind immediately went to the thought of sucking on them. I wondered if I would get to.

Lawrence introduced me as, "The lovely sexy school teacher that the Basconis have told us about. And would you believe, dear, that she claims that she worked all day on Friday without thinking about sex?" This was really beginning to sound like someone else's Friday. It certainly wasn't my sex obsessed Friday. 

"Well, if that is true, she will be the only one here tonight who accomplished that and most likely the only one who tried," she said as she came forward and greeted me with a hug. It started out like a standard friendly greeting hug with a peck on the cheek, but as she completed the peck she paused and pushed my hair back and snaked her long tongue into my ear. It was incredibly sensual and I made no effort to pull away. "If she could do that to my ear, what could she do to my pussy?" I wondered.

I sat on a couch with Indira and Lawrence on either side of me. Lynn sat in an armchair opposite me. After a moment Richard came in with wine for all. I stood to greet him and he also gave me a hug. It was a long hug and he rubbed his chest against my tits while he was doing it. I reached around and fondled his ass for a moment and then I sat back down between Indira and Lawrence.

By this time I was getting in the mood, so I turned to Lawrence and asked, "So what is it you wear beneath that garment? Is it like a Scotsman's kilts?"

"That is what all the girls want to know," responded Indira, as she placed her hand on my knee and began to slide it up my leg. That felt incredibly sexy, and I made no effort to stop her. Instead, I just reached over and put my hand in Lawrence's lap. I could feel a nice hard cock beneath his tunic. As I stroked his cock I used my other hand to unbutton my blouse so my tits could be seen by everyone. Lawrence reached over and began to caress one and then the other of my tits. I was right—his touch was soft, gentle, and electrifying. 

Lynn was leaning back in the chair. As she watched us she was fondling her tits through the fishnet top she was wearing.

By this time Indira's hand had reached my pussy, and I spread my legs wide to improve her access. "Are you enjoying watching us?" Indira asked Lynn. "Let us see your pussy." 

In response, Lynn pulled her leather skirt up around her waist. She spread her legs so that we could see her wet, shaved pussy and then slipped two fingers into her cunt. "Richard, darling, come in here, please," she called out. 

"I want to suck his cock," she said more softly to those of us in the room.

Richard came out as requested and stood alongside his wife while she unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out, quickly sucking it into her mouth. It was a little soft when she first retrieved it from his trousers, but it quickly grew and hardened as she ministered to it with her mouth. It was very sexy watching his dick grow from a flabby little penis to a raging hard-on. She kept her eyes on us while she worked on Richard with one hand and her mouth and kept two fingers of her remaining hand in her glistening pussy. Richard was watching us, but one of his hands was mauling Lynn's tits. 

Indira pulled her fingers out of my cunt, rose, peeled off her sari and released her long dark hair to fall softly on her shoulders. She was, as I expected, naked beneath the sari. 

Lawrence stood and pulled off his tunic, leaving him naked, but for his red turban, with his fully erect cock bobbing before him. It was a long thin cock that stuck straight out from his groin and twitched occasionally as I reached out and stroked it with my hand. 

After a moment Lawrence kneeled beside me on the couch with his stiff cock opposite my face while Indira knelt between my legs. I pulled my dress up around my hips and spread my legs some more to further improve Indira's access to my cunt. 

I had never been eaten by a woman before. She began licking the outsides of my lips, carefully avoiding my clit. Then she snaked her long tongue into my pussy and began using it to lick the insides of my cunt. The sensation was fantastic. 

Lawrence was rubbing my tits with his cock. His pre-cum made my nipples all slippery and even harder than they had been before. I didn't think that was possible. The combination of his play with my nipples and Indira's ministrations to my pussy was incredible. It was incredibly erotic watching Lawrence using his long thin dick to smear my nipples with his pre-cum.

After a minute or two, I pulled Indira's head up and said, "This is incredible, but it would be so much better if you were licking my clit while Lawrence's cock was filling my pussy. I really want to fuck." 

They both quickly agreed so I knelt on the floor with my ass in the air. Indira lay beneath me on a cushion from the couch and resumed her slurping at the outer lips of my pussy. Then I felt Lawrence's ever-so-soft hands firmly grip my hips as he slid his hard cock into my cunt. "Oh, shit, that feels good!" I said.

At first, Lawrence just rested with his cock fully in my pussy, while Indira slurped at my pussy lips and my clit. The cock in my cunt seemed to get fuller and harder as it rested there. I wanted him to do more, so I began flexing my pussy muscles like I was trying to milk his cock. God that felt good, but I wanted more. I wanted him to really slam me.

"Come on and fuck me!" I growled. "I really want you to fuck me hard! I want your balls to slap against my pussy!"

Lawrence pulled his cock slowly out of my cunt until just the tip was in. "Quit teasing and fuck me!" I yelled. Then he slammed it as far into me as he could get it, almost knocking me off my knees. He slammed me like that a couple of more times and then began to rhythmically fuck me. 

"Oh shit, that feels good!" I cried.

Lawrence just maintained that pace for at least five minutes, and I pushed back, matching his rhythm. Indira was lying beneath me slurping at my pussy, and my head was just over her hips. Her legs were spread wide with her knees pulled up. I reached down with one hand and slid two fingers into to her pussy. She quickly began to cry and groan. 

"Make her come, Indira," Lawrence said. "Lick her clitty, and then I can fuck you just like I am fucking her." 

Indira quickly shifted her licking strokes to my clit, while Lawrence slowed his pace to accommodate Indira's clitty licking. She snaked her tongue around my clit and then used the tip to give it a whipping. Meanwhile Lawrence slowly pushed his long dick into my cunt so that it was pressing against the end. All I could do was whimper, "Oh, fuck this is good. Oh shit, I am going to cum. Ohh, ohh fuck, I am Cumming!" and then an orgasm ripped through me that just kind of melted all of my muscles. 

As Lawrence backed out of my sloppy wet cunt, I tumbled sideways and lay next to Indira for a moment. I think I heard Lynn Basconi groan with an orgasm then, but I was to spent to be clear on what I was hearing.

Indira was far from satisfied, and Lawrence was still hard as a rock. They rose and stood facing each other alongside the couch. His cock glistened with the juices from my cunt. At first they kissed while he pulled on both of her nipples and she milked his still slippery cock with both hands. Then she put one foot on the couch and spread her legs to give him access. Lawrence crouched a bit to get his prick down to the level of Indira's pussy and slid it into her. He dropped his hands to the back of her ass and pulled her towards him and then began to use his legs to fuck her with strong upward thrusts.

"Oh god that is good!" she said. "You have the best prick. It feels like it is going to go right through me. Talk dirty to me, like we do on the phone."

"So you really like this cock do you, you horny slut? How many other pricks did you fuck this week?" he demanded in a harsh tone that didn't seem anything like the polite, cultured man I had been introduced to as I came into the apartment.

"None!" she said, leaning back and looking at him in wide-eyed shock.

"Oh bullshit!" he said. "I was gone all week, and I know what a horny slut you are. You wouldn't, you couldn't, go a week without cock in your pussy."

Indira's breathing was getting ragged now and she was whimpering as she used her leg on the couch to raise and lower her body in response to his thrusts. She was so engrossed in the fucking that she ignored his accusation.

Lawrence wouldn't give up on it though. "Come on, Indira. Tell me! Who did you fuck? You have to tell me who it was and what it was like. You know how hard that makes me cum, and I know how much you like it when I squirt my jism in your pussy or all over those gorgeous tits of yours."

"Okay, okay, I fucked the pool boy on Tuesday afternoon," she gasped between breaths.

"Oh, so you fucked the pool boy? Was he good? Did he have a big, hard cock that filled your pussy?"

"Yes, but not as good as this." 

"Really? What was his cock like?"

"Ohhh!" Indira groaned as Lawrence continued to pound her pussy.

"Come on slut. Tell me what his cock was like or I'll stop fucking you."

"Ohhhh, fuck. . . Okay, Okay. His cock was shorter than yours, but it was fat. Really thick. I thought he was going to split me in half when he first shoved it in me." 

"So you liked that?" he demanded. 

She paused for a moment concentrating on the screwing she was getting and forgetting Lawrence's question.

After a few more thrusts Lawrence said, "Okay, you horny slut, I want to take you from behind."

They disengaged and Indira leaned forward over the arm of the couch. Lawrence stepped between her legs and put his cock back into her cunt and began to slam her so that we could all hear his balls slapping her ass. Indira had one arm on the back of the couch for support and she was pulling on her tits with the other. 

After a few minutes of this action she wailed, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" and then screamed something in her native tongue that I assumed was obscene. After that she collapsed on the couch, just as I had when Lawrence had finished fucking me. 

I was sitting naked on the other end of the couch with my legs spread lewdly and I just crooked my finger at Lawrence inviting him to come to me. He walked over to me and I leaned forward and sucked his still hard dick into my mouth. I sucked on the knob as I worked his dick with my hands. It was still sloppy wet from Indira's cunt. Then I leaned forward and slurped the whole thing into my mouth. His narrow prick slid easily down my throat until his balls hit my chin. I pulled my head back sucking on his cock as it slid out of my mouth and then sucked it back in and down my throat again. I kept this up until I felt his balls tighten up. I was looking up at him and I could see that he was getting short, so I pulled back and said, "Go ahead. Squirt that hot cum on me." 

Lawrence reached down and took his prick in his hands and began to jack off with his prick pointed right at my face. He only lasted a moment before he groaned and hit me in the face with the first stream of cum escaping from his cock. Then he shot two or three more streams that coated my chest and tits. His cum felt hot and slippery. The part I could lick with my tongue was pleasantly salty. I leaned back and used my hands to rub his cum across my face and tits.

I looked across the room at our hosts. Lynn was slumped in the chair, looking as though she had been well and thoroughly fucked, but Richard was sitting on the arm of the chair fondling a rock-hard erection. I had kind of lost track of what the two of them had been up to, but it appeared that he had satisfied Lynn, but still needed more action for himself. "That must have been the noises I thought I heard her making when Lawrence finished fucking me to my first climax," I thought. 

As I watched Richard and the angry-looking prick that he was stroking, I realized he was looking at me. His dick was making me horny again. I stared at him as I continued to rub Lawrence's cum over my tits. I was also pulling on my nipples and I spread my legs so Richard could get a good look at my wet pussy. The whole time I stared straight at him to make sure he knew that my show was specifically for him. He continued to stroke his cock as he returned my stare. We were acting like there was no one else in the room but the two of us, but looking back on it, I'm sure that the others were watching us carefully to see what we were going to do. 




Miss Linda Ch. 03



This went on for a minute or so and then I stood, turned away from him, and dropped to my hands and knees, with my cute little butt pointed right at him. It was an invitation to fuck that no one in the room could misunderstand. 

Richard strode across the room and dropped to his knees behind me. He grabbed my ass with both hands and then slid his big hard cock into my pussy. His cock was much bigger around than the long thin pole Lawrence had fucked me with. Not that Lawrence's cock didn't feel good, but Richard's was so big and it filled me up until I thought I was going to split.

"Oh god, that feels good!" I said. "It is so hard and hot and . . . just filling me up. Oh, oh yeah, so good, so hard and so full. Fuck that is good!" 

He began to thrust rhythmically and I responded by pushing my hips back. Then he leaned over me and began fondling one of my tits. When he pulled on the nipple it sent a shock straight to my pussy. "Fuck, this is good!" I thought. 

After a minute or so of playing with my tits, Richard pulled his hands back to my hips. He increased his pace and began to really pound his big cock into me.

"Oh yes! That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I cried out. 

Richard kept pounding and I was reaching the state where all I could do was whimper. About that time I felt his cock stiffen, telling me he was about to cum. I reached back with one hand and rubbed my clit. I barely touched it and it set me off. My cunt clamped down on Richard's cock, and that set him off. He groaned and pushed hard into me. I could feel his cock spurting his hot cum deep into my pussy.

Both of us held that position until our orgasms subsided and I collapsed onto the floor as he pulled out of me.

There was a lot more that went on that evening that I could tell you about (some of it was very nasty), but my writing teacher always told me to end a story with a good climax, so I am going to stop here. I will save the rest for another story. And, oh yes, I have more stories to tell you.



Miss Linda Ch. 04



Hi, it's me, Miss Linda, again, the sweet little girl that teaches second graders. No, no, not your second graders. I only teach someone else's second graders.

Whew! I'm glad we got that straight. I would not want any of you nice people to decide to go on a witch hunt to out your children's second grade teacher as a pervert that likes to expose herself and screw interesting people she meets. Not to worry, I'm not your children's second grade teacher, so you can just keep reading my stories and enjoying yourself, if you know what I mean, and remain comfortable that your children's second grade teacher is really a sweet innocent young lady who spends her weekends going to church and volunteering to help the disadvantaged. I am definitely someone else's children's second grade teacher.

Now that we have that detail straight, let me tell you about what happened when I almost got caught hiding in the closet in my boss' office while he was masturbating and watching internet porn on his office computer. You remember my boss, the dirty old man who always stares at my tits and just kind of creeps me out. So how did I get in such a predicament, you ask? Well, here's how.

I was out drinking beer on a Friday night with my good friend Sylvia. After a couple of rounds, I was telling her about what a lech my boss was.

"Well, you have nice boobs," Sylvia said. "Don't most men stare at them? I wish I had boobs that men would stare at." Sylvia was kind of flat-chested and somewhat sensitive about it. My view was that she had really nice long legs and a cute ass. She just needed to focus on her assets (pardon the pun).

"Well, it's just that he needs to be a bit more discreet about it," I said.

"That's a strange comment from a girl who likes to flash her tits to total strangers."

Sylvia knew about what I did on the weekends when I was horny. I had been trying to get her to come along for with me for months, but with no success.

"Yeah, but I only do that with strangers. I always dress conservatively and act very proper at work," I responded.

"You know," Sylvia said, looking at me over the top of a beer bottle she had just finished a pull on, "I'll bet he isn't any different than any of the men I know. They all lust over my legs, and when I have my back to them they fixate on my ass."  

"So, you've finally figured out what your assets are," I said, trying to change the subject.

"I've always known what my assets are. I just wish I had your assets, too."

"You know what else those guys that lech over my legs and ass do?"

"What?" I asked in my most innocent tone.

"They go home and watch porn on the internet while they jack-off." Sylvia was getting more than a little drunk. Usually she would not get this explicit in our conversations over beer.

"Really?" I said with feigned shock. Now, you all know that I've told you in my earlier stories that I love to masturbate while I watch porn on the internet, and I think lots of other people do too, but I hadn't quite got around to telling Sylvia about that aspect of my sex life.

"Yup, its true," she said. "I was just reading about it. Lots of people watch porn and masturbate."

"Well, it sounds better than trying to pick up a guy in this bar tonight," I said, making another attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, this place is really dead. But that's not the point. I'll bet that's exactly what your boss, the dirty old man does. He watches porn on the internet and then jacks off," Sylvia said.

"You mean like at home, right," I said trying to play really innocent. I was enjoying playing the innocent to Sylvia's worldly woman. It was so reversed from reality.

"Yeah, probably," she said. "Where else would he do it? It's not like you can log on to a porn site and pull it out and start flogging it in a Starbucks." She giggled at the idea, as did I.

"Wow, Sylvia was really getting hammered," I thought. "She never talks like this."

"You're right," I said. "Where else could he do it?" I knew exactly where else, but I took a long pull on my beer to make Sylvia believe that what I was going to say next was a wild idea.

I set my beer down and let my eyes get really wide and then said, "I wonder. I just wonder, if he does it on his computer in his office." I made it sound like wild speculation, even though I was thinking about how my friend Lynn Basconi, the Superintendent of Schools, had told me that she did just that, watching porn on her computer in her office.

"No. He wouldn't do that. That's just too perverted," Sylvia said.

"How perverted is too perverted?" I asked. "I mean if you're perverted, doesn't that mean you've gone too far already? I just don't see how you can be too perverted," I said, deftly turning the whole argument around into a defense of perversion. I loved playing with Sylvia's head like this.

Sylvia gave me a blank look. "Don't you agree?" I asked, continuing to twist her mind around. "It must be impossible to be too perverted."

Sylvia shook her head, as if that was going to clear the fog induced by the beer and the mistake of letting a linguist play word games (Well, I took one linguistics class in college).

Her eyes lit up as her head veered off onto a less mentally taxing track, "Linda, I know what you need to do. You need to catch your perverted boss watching porn and jacking off in his office!"

I was about to say, "I do? Why?" But then it occurred to me that the whole idea sounded like fun, so instead I said, "Cool idea. I know what I can do. He has a closet in his office I can hide in and watch him do his too-perverted stuff."  

So that was how I found myself hiding in my boss' closet a few days later and thinking, "Oh my, that is just about the most beautiful cock I have ever seen." It was long, maybe eight inches, and it was thick, not so thick that it looked like a club, but thick enough that the very thought of what it would feel like in my pussy was causing a fire in my crotch. Who would have thought that my boss, the dirty old man, would have a beautiful cock like that?

And then there was the hand stroking the cock. The hand circled the cock, obviously providing just the amount of pressure desired by the owner of the cock (and the hand). The hand would slide up the cock until it slid past the head and then it would swirl the glistening pre-cum leaking from the end of the cock around the head. Then the hand would slide back down the cock until it reached the base to repeat the process. The strokes were long and slow.

Occasionally the owner would pause his masturbation. It was obvious that he was in no hurry to blow his wad. That was fine with me, because I was seriously enjoying my clandestine opportunity to watch him masturbate while he watched the porn film on the computer screen in front of him. The two couples on the screen were making enough noise to eliminate any real risk that my presence in the closet would be noticed so long as I was careful. Besides, I couldn't go anywhere since I obviously wasn't supposed to be in the closet.

Concluding I was trapped for as long as the owner of that gorgeous cock wanted to pull on his dick, I decided to match his illicit conduct. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my front-clasp bra so I could fondle my tits while I watched him jerk off. First I just rubbed them slowly, but as I continued to watch, I began pulling on the nipples. Fuck, that felt good! Every time I twisted a nipple it sent a shot of pleasure straight to my pussy.

After a few minutes, I unsnapped the skirt I was wearing, pushed it and my panties down around my feet, and kicked them into the corner of the closet. Now I was naked from the waist down and seriously exposed above the waist, while I spied on my boss masturbating in his office. It was about the nastiest thing I could think of doing. I was so horny that my brain was in a fog (which is, of course, why I was standing there half naked in the closet). This had to be just about the best idea Sylvia had ever had. It was too bad she wasn't here. This would convince her that there was no such thing as too perverted.

I took my right hand away from my tit and slid two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. Oh, that felt good! I spun my fingers around in my pussy and then shoved them in and out just like a cock that was ramming my cunt.

But I made myself slow down, because watching this big, beautiful cock get stroked slowly and thoroughly was the real turn on. I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could.

What I really wanted to do was to go out there and suck that big cock into my mouth. While I watched him swirl the pre-cum around the head, I was thinking about how I would like to suck that cock into my mouth:

At first I would have just the head in my mouth, and I would swirl my tongue around the tip while I savored the salty taste of his pre-cum. Then I would push my mouth down on the cock until it hit the back of my throat. (His cock was so big around that I didn't think I could get it down my throat without gagging.) I would just hold the cock there in my mouth for a few seconds, and then I would pull my head away from the cock, sucking hard on it as I went. I would repeat that a few times until the shaft of the cock was sloppy wet. Then I would swirl my tongue around the head again, but this time I would be stroking the rest of the cock with my hand. I would keep that up until I thought he might be about ready to cum. Then I would pull my head away and sit on a chair opposite this big beautiful cock and spread my legs wide so the cock's owner could look right at my hot, wet, sloppy pussy while he stroked his hard, and now slippery, cock.

Oh fuck, this fantasy blowjob was making me hot. The juices from my cunt were starting to run down my legs and I now had almost my whole hand in my cunt.

The owner of the cock was obviously nearing the limits of his restraint. He was fondling his balls while he stroked his cock. When he took his hand away, the cock stood straight up on its own almost touching his belly. I noticed he really wasn't watching the porn on the tube as he had been. He was as focused on his cock as I was.

I went back to imagining what I would happen next in my fantasy blowjob.

"Do you like looking at my pussy?" I would ask him as I slid a couple of fingers into it.

Then I would tell him, "Keep stroking your cock. I want you to cum on my tits." I would pull on one of my tits with the hand not occupied with my juicy cunt.

"Do you want to cum on my tits?" I would ask.

"Fuck . . . yes!" the owner of the cock responded. His tone was very low. It was clear he was working hard to control himself. He stood up and walked over to me with his hand continuing to stroke that big, beautiful cock of his.

It was just so fucking erotic, sitting there at four in the afternoon in my boss'

office with my legs spread, fingers in my cunt and watching him stand in front of me as he pulled on this big, beautiful cock. The tip was glistening with pre-cum and the rest of it was wet from my blow job of a few minutes before. He had one hand on his balls and the other hand was slowly stroking his rock-hard prick that was positioned only a few inches from my naked tits.

I was so close to cumming (both in reality in the closet and in my fantasy) that I started just ramming three fingers of one hand into my cunt, while my other hand fluttered across my clit. I could feel the climax building. Meanwhile the real owner of the cock (not the fantasy) was really pumping on his dick. I could tell he was only moments away from squirting his load.

In my fantasy, I told him, "Go on. Stroke that dick. I want you to squirt your hot cum all over my tits," and he did just that. I watched gob after gob of white cum leap from his cock on to my tits and I began to rub it across my tits while I rubbed my clit as quickly as I could. Right behind him, I climaxed with a scream that could be heard throughout the building.

I did the same thing in the closet, except that I managed to restrain the scream (and I didn't have any of his cum to rub on my tits). At the same time, the cock I was watching shot its load onto the computer screen, while its owner groaned loudly. That cock must not have been allowed to climax in forever, because it shot stream after stream of cum at the computer screen.

My knees went weak and I had to lean against the door jam to keep from collapsing. The owner of the cock just leaned back in the chair, and I was afraid he was going to fall asleep and trap me in the closet. After a couple of minutes he sat up. He picked up a towel and cleaned up the cum he had sprayed everywhere. Then he shut down the computer, got dressed, picked up his brief case and left his office, obviously going home for the day.

I sighed a long sigh of relief at not being caught and quickly got my clothes back on. That had been really hot sex, but what if I had been caught? The office belonged to my boss, and so did that great big beautiful cock that I had just watched shoot cum all over the computer screen. He was obviously just as nasty as I had always thought he would be, but I never dreamed he would have a cock that gorgeous. I might just have to change my opinion of him.

So how bad would it be to fuck him? Really? There must be some way I could rationalize it. As I drove home I kept thinking about how much I wanted to fuck that big cock I had been watching shoot cum on the computer screen and trying to convince myself that fucking my boss would be okay, even though he was my boss and he was at least 15 years older than me. By the time I reached home I had convinced myself that fucking him would be an okay thing to do. That left only the question of how to arrange it, which couldn't be too hard given how horny he seemed to be.



Miss Linda Ch. 05



Hi. It's me, the really nice, polite little second grade teacher—who likes tell you stories about her kinky sex life. I know you haven't heard from me for a while and you have probably been wondering what happened to me. You probably thought I joined a nunnery. No? Well I can see why you wouldn't think that, given the stories I've told you about my sex life. I really wouldn't make a very good nun. That chastity stuff would be just too hard to do.

Anyhow, I haven't written because I was busy being a good girl. Of course, that only works for a while, and then you get so horny that you just have to go and do things people wouldn't approve of, which is why I am telling all of you this nasty story about myself by posting it on Literotica. See, what I really like about doing this is that I know that most of you that are reading this will be masturbating while you read it, and I can just see you pulling on your big, hard cocks until they finally explode and squirt cum all over your shirt. 

Okay, yes I know some of you are not guys, and I can imagine what you girls are doing, too. You are sitting naked in front of your computer, pulling on your tits while you read this, and then sliding two or three fingers into your squishy wet cunt. When you get near the end of the story, you will be rubbing that hard little clit of yours until you finally explode with an orgasm that has you moaning and crying. I get hot just thinking about it.

The last time I posted anything on this site, it was a story about how I watched my boss, the dirty old man, jacking off in front of his computer screen while he watched a really nasty fuck flick on it. I was hiding in his closet, and it made me so hot that I just had to masturbate to a climax along with him. Fuck, that was hot, but it was scary, too.

After he left, all I could think about was what a great looking cock he had and how much I wanted to suck it and then have him shove it up my hot wet pussy. It really changed my perspective about the dirty old man. Actually he's not as old as some of you may have thought based on my prior stories. He is about forty, which really isn't that old, although it is about fifteen years older than me, which seemed like a lot to me until I saw what a gorgeous cock he has. 

After I got a look at his dick and watched how much cum it could spray all over a computer screen, I decided that maybe he was just dirty, and not so old as I had thought. Now when he stares at my tits as I walk past him in the hall, I push my chest out and look him straight in the eye. I think it makes him nervous, because he always looks away. It makes me horny and I sit in class daydreaming about how I would like to go about seducing him, but not for very long, because if you aren't paying attention, you will lose control of a class full of second graders before you know what happened.

After a couple of weeks of being a good girl, I decided that I just had to do something about this situation. I know that he usually works late after the others have left, so I decided to hang around and try and seduce him in his office. I pretended to be working in my classroom until all of the other staff members were gone, although all I was doing was reading a dirty book on my tablet. When I was pretty sure that the others were gone, I went to the ladies room and stripped off my bra and panties. Then I went to Mr. Johnson's office and knocked politely on his door.

He said, "Come in," and I walked across his office and flopped down on a couch that is alongside his desk, letting my skirt slide up my legs. He rotated in his office chair so he was facing me, and we began to talk about work. As we talked, I unbuttoned first one and then two and three buttons on my blouse. After the third button, Mr. Johnson just lost the thread of our conversation and leaned back in his chair and stared at my tits, which were mostly exposed by then. I could see his dick beginning to bulge under his trousers. 

"Is this making your dick hard?" I asked him.

"Fuck, yes," he whispered in reply.

"Can I see it?" I asked, as I undid the final button on my blouse and pushed it aside so he could see all of my tits while I pulled on the nipples.

He looked at me for a long time like he was trying to decide what to do. I could tell what he wanted to do, because he was unconsciously lightly stroking his dick through his trousers while he tried to decide if he was going to tell me to go away.

I cupped both of my tits and held them up for him to look at. "I want you to rub the end of your cock on these," I said.

That pushed him over the edge. He pulled the zipper down on his trousers, and that beautiful hard dick of his sprung out, its tip glistening with pre-cum. 

"Why, Mr. Johnson, you have no underwear on," I said.

"Well," he said slowly as he stroked his dick, "I was about to watch a fuck flick on my computer, so it didn't seem necessary. I notice that you came in here without a bra. Do you have panties on?" 

"As a matter of fact, I don't," I said, as I pulled my skirt up around my waist and spread my legs to show him my pussy. I reached down with both hands and spread my pussy lips apart so he could see how hot and wet my pussy was. I stopped talking as I slipped a couple of fingers in and out of my sloppy wet cunt and then sucked on them. Mr. Johnson just continued pulling on his rock-hard pole while he watched me.

After a moment or two I said, "Take your clothes off and come over here. I want to suck your dick."

He quickly complied, and within a moment, he was holding my head with both hands while he fucked my mouth. This was so wrong—face-fucking my boss in his office at 4:00 in the afternoon—and it was so nasty and so good. Fuck! I was enjoying this.

Finally I pulled my head back and leaned back, playing with my tits. "Let's fuck. I want that big hard cock of yours in my cunt."

"You are a potty mouth," he said.

"I know. I get that way when I am horny, and it's your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yes. Watching you stroke that big, hard cock of yours is making me so fucking horny."

"Good." He sat down on the couch next to me, and I climbed astride his lap and its rigid cock. I eased my pussy down over his cock. Oh fuck! It felt so good. It just filled my pussy up and, when he pushed up, I could feel it pushing against the end of my cunt. I started bouncing on his cock and letting my tits swing back and forth. After a minute or two I just sat down hard to get as much of his cock in my cunt as I could and leaned forward so my tits were swinging in front of his face. He began messaging my boobs and then pulled one and then the other up to his lips. As he pulled each tit to his mouth he swirled the tip of his tongue around the breast and then flicked the end of the nipple with tip of his tongue. 

Whenever someone does that, it just sends sparks to my pussy. He finished the second tit and went back to work on the first, and I just lost it. My cunt muscles cramped down hard on his cock, and the orgasm just ripped through my whole body. I collapsed against him.

As I came around, I noticed that his rock-hard cock was still filling my pussy.

"You didn't cum," I said.

"No, I didn't," he said. " I want to come on your tits."

I could feel the idea start the fire in my crotch again. I rolled off of him and he stood in front of me with his cock sticking straight out. I grabbed his cock with both hands and began to stroke it. It was sloppy wet with my cunt juices. I swirled both hands around his cock as I pulled on it. I could tell by the strain in his face that he was close to cumming. 

"Come on. Squirt that hot juice all over my tits. You know you want to. I know you have a lot of it and you've wanted to squirt it on my tits for a long time, haven't you? I will bet you have been dreaming about squirting cum on my tits ever since I came to work here."

He said nothing in response, but he reached up with his hands and took over my efforts to jerk him off. Fuck, it was so sexy watching him. Watching him jerk on that cock was making me horny again, so I spread my legs and slid a couple of fingers into my pussy.

I could see that he was watching me masturbate, so I said, "Do you like seeing me play with my pussy? I bet you have dreamed about watching me do this while you jacked off, didn't you?"

"Fuck yes!" He mumbled in response. Sometimes he really wasn't very articulate for an educator. Even my second graders could express themselves better than that.

I spread my legs farther apart so he could see me masturbating even better. 

Finally he lost it. I could see his cock stiffen, and he pulled down on it so it was pointed at my tits. He groaned and began to squirt rope after rope of pearly cum on first my right tit and then my left one. When he finished, I sat back and smeared his cum all over my tits with one hand while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. As I climaxed for the second time, I groaned and said, "Oh, fuck this is good." 

Fucking him had been even better than I imagined it would be. I have a feeling it was better than he imagined it would be also, because now when he sees me in the hall, he doesn't look away when I push my chest out. He just continues to stare at my tits. I am sure that I will fuck him again, but I don't want to do it right away. I wouldn't want to let my boss think I am easy. Only you get to know that.



Miss Linda Ch. 06



Hi, it's me your friendly second grade teacher again. In my last story I told you about how I seduced my boss in his office (it wasn't really that hard. He's such a dirty old man). After that, we had sex about once a week in his office after everyone else had left the school. At first we just fucked in his office, but after awhile we figured out that the janitorial staff wouldn't arrive for several hours, and we had the whole school to ourselves. Then we started fucking all over the school. It was so unbelievably sexy to walk around the halls with nothing on. One afternoon he fucked me as I was leaning over a table in the cafeteria and another time on a weight lifting bench in the gym. It was really sexy, partly because Mr. Johnson really is a good fuck, and mostly because we were doing something that was so wrong by a lot of people's standards (or at least the standards that they admit to publicly, which should never be confused with what they really do when the opportunity arises). 

A couple of months after we started our little after school sessions, I went on vacation with my parents. We were in Hawaii, several time zones away from where I live. Don't get me wrong, Hawaii is nice, but a vacation with your parents when you are 25 is . . . well, boring, to put it in one word. Also, after a week I was getting just plain horny. One morning my parents went for a drive to the other side of the island. I begged off from the trip, because I had a really nasty idea. No! I didn't tell them that. I just made up some lame excuse.

As soon as they were gone, I changed into a sundress that buttoned down the front. I had planned to wear my bikini under the dress, but . . . I decided that wearing nothing beneath the dress would be more fun. 

I did the math and figured out it was about 2:00 pm at home, which was a little too early for what I had in mind. That was okay, because I wanted to go to the market to get something I needed for my plan. 

The market was just a short walk away, but it was a really sexy walk, given that I was all but naked. Okay, the sundress covered me almost down to my knees, but I had figured out that with the light behind me, it was translucent. You could see the silhouette of my body almost as clearly as though I was naked. Plus, anyone could see my tits bouncing under the dress. Umm! It was a very sexy walk to the store. 

When I got to the store, I went to the vegetable section. I know that all of you out there with dirty minds know what I was up to. You nasty people! I bet you go and get cucumbers to fuck yourselves with, too. Well, the problem was that they didn't seem to have any cucumbers in this store. I don't know if that is a Hawaiian thing or what, but I was really disappointed when I figured out that there were no cucumbers. 

Then I saw something almost as good—bananas. Not just the little Hawaiian kind, but some of those big Central American ones that they sell in all the stores at home. I grabbed a bunch and headed for the checkout stand. I was in a hurry to get home and put my plan into action, but I noticed that the woman behind the check out counter was making an extra effort to keep me chatting for a minute. Then I realized that I was backlit by the sunlight coming in the doorway. That nasty little lesbian slut was just stalling so she could stare at my silhouette. The realization that the grocery clerk had the hots for me sent a shot of lust straight to my pussy, and I decide that I didn't need to put my plan with the banana in action right away. 

"Oh wait," I said. "There is one more thing I need." Before she could respond I walked quickly away from the counter and back to the vegetables where I grabbed a ripe juicy peach. Before I came back I popped open several buttons on my sundress so that most of my naked breasts were visible from the right angle. 

I walked back to the counter and put the peach down for the clerk to scale and ring up. I could tell she wasn't paying any attention to anything other than my half visible tits. 

When she started to put it in a bag, I said, "Wait, I want to eat it now." I grabbed the peach and leaned back against the rail. With one hand I pulled back on my barely buttoned sundress so even more of my tits were exposed and with the other hand I began to eat the peach. I didn't know that a peach could have an orgasm, but this one did. On the first bite it squirted juice all over the front of my sundress and my mostly exposed tits.

I groaned like I was having sex. "Oh, god, this is a good peach." As I filled my mouth with a second bite, I moaned. "Mmmmm. So fucking sweet and juicy." The juice continued to run down my chest. 

I pulled the peach away from my face and used my long tongue to wipe the juice from my lips in the most lascivious way I could conceive of, letting the rest of the juice just continue to run down my tits. 

"Do you like peaches?" I asked the clerk, who was staring with a mixture of disbelief and lust.

"Uh. Yes," she stammered. The tension in her voice betrayed more sexual tension than disbelief.

I took another big bite, letting the juice continue to run down my tits. "How do you like to eat them?" I asked.

"That looks pretty good, just the way you are doing it," she responded.

I looked down at my peach-juice-covered boobs and said, "You don't think it is too messy?" I began smearing the peach juice around on my tits. As I did that I pushed my dress aside to let her see all of my tits.

"Oh my god, no!' she said. "I have never seen anyone enjoy a peach the way you are. It looks marvelous."

As she spoke, I took the remainder of my peach and smeared it across my fully exposed breasts.

"Can I taste it?" she asked. 

Ignoring the fact that she might mean the peach, I leaned forward and held my breasts out to her. She leaned across the counter and began to lick the peach juice off of my tits, paying special attention to my nipples. This went on until we heard a car pull up in front of the store. The clerk jumped back and looked scared half to death.

"Don't worry," I said. "Whoever that is can't see us until they come through the door." As I spoke, I buttoned my peach juice stained dress over my sticky tits, picked up my bananas and headed for the door. I took a couple of steps and then turned around to look at the clerk. I peeled off one of the bananas from the bunch and tossed it to her.

"I know what I am going to do with these bananas when I get back to my condo, and if I were you, I would do the same thing as soon as you get a break."

She was in utter shock at this point and blushing hard. I am not sure if it was from embarrassment or lust, although, given the way she had been sucking on my nipples my guess was that that the flush on her face was lust. 

"Have a nice day," I said over my shoulder as I turned and walked away, knowing that she was seeing a perfect silhouette of my naked body through the dress as I walked toward the bright sunlight beyond the doorway. As I walked out, a woman and two small children passed me going into the store. I didn't think that they would be buying bananas and peaches, or at least not for the same reasons as me. 

I chuckled all the way back to the condo. It was really a shame that woman and her kids had arrived. Otherwise, it would have been my first seduction with a peach as an instrument of foreplay. 

I looked at my watch and realized that it would be 4:00 p.m. at home. By this time the last of the teachers and staff would have left the school, and given that it was a Thursday (our regular fuck day) I was fully expecting that Mr. Johnson would just be sitting down at his computer to look at porn—given that he didn't have me to fuck. It was time to give that dirty old man a call and try some phone sex. I stretched out naked on the bed with one of the bananas handy. Then I dialed Mr. Johnson's office number. It rang a couple of times. 

"I can't believe he isn't there," I said to no one in particular. "I have been fantasizing about this call all day." Finally he picked up.

"Hello."

He has such a sexy, deep voice. I just let him hang for a minute until he said hello twice more.

"Who is this?"

I groaned a bit. Not exactly heavy breathing, but kind of like it.

He said nothing in response so I finally decide I had to 'fess up.

"This is your fuck buddy."

"Linda?"

"Ummm. Yes."

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I am lying naked on a bed with my legs spread wide apart, thinking about that big hard cock of yours. What are you doing?"

He laughs. "I am doing teacher reviews."

"Bullshit. I think you are looking at porn on your computer."

He laughed again. Such a sexy laugh. "Okay, you got me. I was doing teacher reviews, but when everyone left I started thinking about the first time you seduced me and how unbelievably sexy it was when you pulled your dress up around your waist and showed me your pussy."

"So, do you have a hard on?" I asked.

"I didn't, but it has gotten that way quickly since you called."

"Take it out of your pants."

"Okay." I heard him pull his zipper down.

"Now start to pull on it, while I tell you what I have been doing."

Silence.

"Are you stroking that big, hard dick of yours?"

"Yes."

"Does it have any of that really nice and slippery pre-cum on the tip?"

"A little."

"Good."

I proceeded to tell him about my search for a cucumber and my near seduction of the lesbian store clerk.

"You are a very naughty girl," He said when I finished the story. 

"Yes I am, but that is what you like about me, you dirty old man. Are you still pulling on your cock?"

"Yes, and the tip is getting really slick. I wish you were here to suck on it."

"Ummm. That would be really nice. I would lick the head with my tongue and then suck it into my mouth, while I pumped the rest of it with my hand. How long could you last before you shot your cum into my mouth?" 

"Right now, not long." His voice was low and growling. "I haven't cum since you left."

"Why not. Did you miss my pussy?" 

"Yes, and that nice round ass of yours and your oh-so-sexy tits."

"So, if I just kept sucking on your dick and stroking it, you would explode cum all over me."

"Oh yes. That's so much better than shooting down your throat. I like to see it splatter on your face and your tits." 

His voice was really getting to me. I was lying on the bed with my legs spread apart and two fingers pumping in my sloppy, wet pussy. I had tucked the phone between my shoulder and my ear so I could fondle my tits with the other hand. It felt so good.

"Let's not cum yet," I said. 

"Okay. Let me tell you what I want to do when you get back."

"Okay," I said as I slid the banana into my slippery, wet pussy. It felt so good. 

"I want to go with you to a sex shop."

"Ummm, and what are we going to do there?"

"We are going to buy you a really naughty maid's outfit—a very short black dress, a bustier that stops short of covering your tits, and a little white apron. Black nylons and spiky high heels." 

I groaned as I twisted the banana around in my cunt.

"I thought you didn't want to cum yet?" he responded.

"Well, I am fucking myself with this banana, and it feels so good. Ohhhhh, shit this is good."

"I can tell you how to make it better," he said, his voice in a low growl.

"How could it get any better than this?"

"Is it a curved banana?"

"Yes."

"Turn it over so the tip is facing out, and pull it part of the way out of your pussy until the tip hits your G-spot." 

I did as he instructed and it was like a jolt went through my whole body when the tip of the banana hit the right spot. I cried out, "SHIT!"

"You found the spot."

"Oh, god, yes!"

"Okay, now don't push quite so hard on it. While I talk, you just slide the banana up into your cunt until it feels really full and then pull it back and just graze your spot." 

I did as he said, and frankly I don't remember much of what he said we were going to do with the maid costume, but I think it involved him paddling my ass while he fucked me from behind. I'll find out more when I get home, I'm sure.

"Fuck. I am going to cum soon and for a long time. Are you close?" I said. He hadn't said anything for a long time, but I could hear him breathing, hard.

"Yes," he whispered in a low, breathy way. "Let's cum," and then he started to groan. I was imagining big hot strings of cum shooting out of his dick.

With that, I pulled the end of the banana down hard over my g-spot while my other hand was rubbing my clit as fast as it could. I erupted in a long, hard climax. "FUUUUUCK!" I screamed.

I thought I heard him groan on the other end of the line, but I was so far gone in my own climax that I wasn't sure.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Fuck yes! I thought I was never going to quit squirting cum."

Then we were both quiet for quite a while. Finally I said, "Well, I have to clean up. My parents should be home soon, and I don't think they would understand what I have been doing with this banana." 

He laughed and said, "Don't underestimate them."

"I don't want to know."

"Can we do this tomorrow?" he asked.

"No." I responded. "I have to be a good girl for the rest of this trip, but I promise that I will be very horny by the time I get back. I think you should just go and buy that maid costume." I gave him my sizes and told him I would be thinking about what we could do with it. 

With that we hung up and I jumped in the shower and washed all the peach juice and other fluids off myself and got dressed before my parents got back. I was about to throw the banana in the trash when I had a better idea. I hadn't had lunch, and I was hungry, so I peeled it and ate it. Best banana I ever had.