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Teacher's Pets

By: Jenne64



"Well, I've been reading through your test papers and considering the efforts that you both made in during the last practical lesson, I think it's time that we moved to lesson two." said the prim and proper looking school mistress. As she stood in the lecture room with her glasses on and her hair tied back into a neat bun she looked to all the world like a respectable teacher. To her fellow colleagues, that's exactly what she was. To the two boys stood in front of her now, she was more than a lecturer in English. The lessons that she was teaching them would set their lives alight in more ways than one.

She looked at the two boys that stood in front of her and wondered what delights the night would have to offer.

Paul stuttered, "What is lesson two, Miss?" He was a good looking lad, nice body and obviously spent time in the gym. He was certainly not unattractive and given what she had seen in lesson one she was definitely looking forward to the second lesson. His friend David was a little on the lean side for her taste but he was responsive to her lessons and that was what was important at the moment.

"That, my dear boy, you will have to wait and see, but I think that you will both enjoy the lessons I have in mind."

The boys left the room and she began to daydream, thinking of the night that lay ahead for the three of them.

At six o'clock that evening the door bell rang. Good at least they were on time she thought as she went to the door. She looked down at the boys that were stood in front of her and smiled. Their reactions to her change of clothes had not disappointed her. Her hair no longer tied back but flowing loose, the stocking tops that were just, but only just covered by the short black skirt, the see through blouse showing her white lacy bra that shaped her small breasts to perfection all added to the effect that she was having over the pair as they stood at the door gaping.

"Come in, you two - don't just stand there!"

They scurried past her having been snapped out of their stupor by her words. She ushered them towards the settee and then sat down on it. She allowed the boys to catch a glimpse of her black panties as she did so. She watched the boys as they glanced at each other and then towards her, neither really knowing where to look first.

"Now, before we go any further I think that we should recap on our last lesson don't you? You do remember what you learnt I trust?" Her voice was full of authority - she was in charge here. They were her pupils and she had a duty to teach them what she knew - it was her job, after all.

"So Paul, just what did we learn last time?" she asked turning her face towards the lad that was looking nervous but excited.

"Well Miss...um.. you taught us what each part of our body was for. You showed us a video of two people fucking, as you called it," The other lad stifled a giggle as he heard Paul utter the word 'fucking'.

"What is so funny, David!?" the voice was stern, very stern.

"Nothing, Miss."

"Are you sure? I hope you took notice of the lesson the way that Paul seems to have done."

"But I did Miss, honest!"

"So what was the video about? Come quickly now..."

"Well, the man took his dick and put it in the woman's pussy, Miss." He didn't look at her as he mumbled the words.

"That is correct, David. You obviously did pay attention - that is good, very good."

She could see the bulges in both boys' trousers begin to bulge further as they recalled the first lesson.

"So, what did we do after that?" the question was directed at Paul this time.

"You asked us to undress and showed us how to touch our dicks..."

"Did it feel good when you did that?"

"Yes Miss, very good."

"Have you been practicing since the things that I taught you both. I hope you've done you homework or I will not be pleased." She opened her legs again allowing the pair another tantalizing glance of her panties. "I think that perhaps you should show me what you have learnt so far, just to make sure that we have not missed anything."

The pair did not need to be asked to strip. She sat and watched as they stripped bare, enjoying the sights that meet her eyes once more. They were both well developed and very well endowed. She felt her own juices begin to flow freely as they took their dicks into their hands and began to apply the techniques that she had taught them last time. They moved their hands in unison as they each stroked their own shafts.

"That is good boys, um, very good. I think it is time for the next lesson to start. Paul, take David's dick in your hand please. David, you do the same to Paul."

They did exactly as she had instructed as she watched. She didn't have to prompt the next part of the play that was unfolding in front of her. They began to stroke and fondle each other's fleshy, hard dicks. She reached down and touched her breasts through the blouse. Her nipples sprung to attention and she wanted more now as she watched.

"Paul, come here please."

He did as he was told, no questions asked.

"Remember what the man did to the woman in the video? Would you like to do that to me now?"

"Umm...Yes Miss, Please." his eyes pleaded with her as he uttered the words.

She took his hands and guided them towards her breasts. David had no choice but to watch Paul began to fondle her breasts. This added to the thrill for her. She watched David's eyes as he observed Paul touching her. She reached down and undid her blouse allowing Paul access to the lacy fabric of her bra. David's eyes told her that he wished it was him doing the fondling instead of his friend. David's cock was fully erect now and he stroked it furiously as he watched his friend fondle her.

She reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and allowing her small but pert breasts to flow out of the garment to be met by Paul's hands. He gasped as they fell into his grip. His hands felt good on her flesh the firmness of them contrasting with the softness of her own skin. He began kneading them between his fingers, squeezing the nipples, rubbing his hands over every inch.

Suddenly she took pity on David and beckoned him over. As he neared her she pulled him nearer and grabbed his hard cock. As Paul continued to rub her tender breasts, she began to rub the dick that was in her hand. Slowly she ran her hand over the moistened shaft feeling her own juices flowing freely as she did so. She had to summon all her reserves to stop herself from placing that hard tool into her mouth and teaching this young man his next lesson.

She reached down and again guided Paul's hand. This time she placed it between her thighs and allowed it to make its own way to her pussy. It didn't take long before Paul reached the area she so wanted him to touch. She raised her ass of the settee and Paul, realizing what she wanted, removed her juice sodden panties. She lead David's hand down towards her breast and allowed him to feel them while she continued to stroke his cock slowly. Under her skillful hands he almost came several times but she knew the signs all too well and stopped him just short of completion. She had other ideas for that hot spunk.

Sitting further back on the settee she hoisted her skirt over her waist as Paul continued his exploration of her pussy. She whispered to David, "Why don't you join your friend?" David needed no second invitation and dived between her now parted legs and joined his friend. They looked at each other and then at her opening. "Explore it boys, enjoy it, show me what you have learnt. If you please me, I might let you fuck me later."

The pair began to explore tentatively at first, till they began to get the idea of what she really liked as opposed to what was a mild turn on. She felt their fingers slip inside her, probe her soft juicy flesh. They played with her clit, teasing it exquisitely, neither really knowing what they were doing to her. She gasped and felt the tension begin to rise within her as she neared orgasm. The boys soon realized that they now had the power and they began to take control of her body now. She managed to stammer as she nearer the point of no return. "Use your tongue, please, uhhh please remember the video?"

The boys broke what they were doing for a second, they seemed to be deliberating which one would lick her first. Paul took the incentive and as the man had done in the video they had watched before buried his head between her thighs. She moaned as his tongue rubbed her clit oh so gently at first. As her need became stronger, she pulled his head closer to her, holding there, just in the spot that gave her the most pleasure. Again she was about to come, and again Paul lifted his head and broke lose from her grip. He was soon replaced by David and the divine sensations that she craved began to creep through her once more. She gripped his head tightly to her - she needed to come now so desperate for the release. Nothing but nothing was going to stop her reaching this climax. She felt someone begin to fondle her breasts once more and this tipped her over the edge. She felt the familiar tingling sensation in her feet and before she realized it had traveled through her body and hit her brain at warp speed. She had many orgasms throughout her life but not many had reached this peak.

She screamed as it hit her. She was transported to another dimension, one of release. She had no control now and held David's head tight to her as one orgasm quickly followed another. Finally she released the poor boy and he gasped for breath as did she.

As she surfaced from the universe these two young men had just taken her to, she realized that they to must be desperate for the release that she had just experienced. She sat them both on the settee and knelt in front of them holding a dick in each hand.

"Lie back and relax boys you are going to enjoy this part of the lesson you have done well so I think a reward is in order here," she whispered in a sultry voice.

She took each dick in turn. Placing Paul's inside her mouth slowly teasing the tip with her tongue as she slid her lips down the hard shaft that he presented her with. She felt it twitch against the walls of her mouth and knew that it would not be long before he erupted like a volcano. She was not disappointed as the hot spunk quickly spewed forth from his throbbing erection, coating her throat, lubricating it. Quickly she turned her attention to David's equally firm cock again she placed it in between her lips, again it spewed it's hot salty liquid into her mouth as she pumped it back and forth. She licked both cocks clean of spunk. Leaving them spent of all liquid for the time being.

The boys looked at each other as she placed herself between them and collapsed. The efforts of the lessons they had just learnt and she had taught finally took their toll. They all drifted into a contended sleep as they lay huddled naked on the settee.

When they finally awoke they dressed and parted. She was pleased with the way the lessons had gone tonight but the biggest and best lesson of all was yet to come...

Teacher's Pets



Class. Math class. So boring. Who would have thought that I'd have to pay fucking $20 grand a year to take shit I hoped I'd never see after high school? No one said, "Hey Susan, when you get into college, you're gonna spend the first two years taking shitty ass math courses and doing trigonometry problems just for shits and giggles. Enjoy university!" Why the fuck not, I ask? I'd have blown this shit off so fast, I'd be-

"Miss Havers?"

"Yeah?" I asked. I zoned out. Fuck me. I have no idea what's going on.

The teacher paced the front of the classroom. Classroom being an over-kind term: it was really just a bland, white jail cell. Trapped, we were all trapped and being brainwashed to believe that the Pythagorean Theorem would get us somewhere in life. Right. Like I'll ever use that shit when I leave this cell.

"Miss Havers?"

"I didn't hear the question," I mocked. Go me! It's your birthday! You sound like you actually give a shit.

"Miss Havers, did you hear anything I said?"

I shrugged. Fucking professors, think they're all mightier than fucking God. Especially this one, whatever the fuck his name is. He wrote it on the board, somewhere. I think that was thirteen hours ago when class began. Ugh. I just want to tear my hair out. What possessed me to sign up for a three-hour math class on Saturdays? This really sucks the giant-

"Psst."

I had to bite my lip and try not to shriek. Someone behind me was tapping me. What the fuck? I don't know any of these fuckers. I'm new here. Freshman, hello! Leave me the fuck alone and keep thy hands to thyself. That's the rule, kids. Stick to it.

"Psst."

This fucker isn't going to relent. So I just try to unceremoniously pivot my body in this ridiculously cramped desk and see what this toadstool wants. Why the fuck do they always find me? Fucking freaks. I hate them all.

"What did he say about next week?" this kid questions. I gotta give him the look over before I can think. I'm a young, horny female after all. Presumably, he's horny too because he's got a cock. Cocks are always hard, right? In college, anyhow. In a few years, they'll always be soft. Might as well take advantage while I can. 

So anyhow, what the fuck does this kid want? He's staring at me and I've totally forgotten. He's gorgeous. Fucking unkempt black hair swept forward on his tan forehead, deep brown eyes. An adorable lopsided smile, big ears. He must be a softy; I always fall for the softies. They never wanna fuck, always want to make love. What the fuck? This is college. Get over yourselves. Ahem. I was saying. He's wearing this precious little argyle sweater vest over a white button shirt and black slacks. Cute. I like it. It's a bit nerdy, kind of emo but it works for him. I usually like bad boys but hey, a little variety never hurt anyone. Variety is the spice of life, after all.

"What did he say about next week?" he repeats. "I was taking notes but he was talking too fast."

I shrug. How the fuck should I know? I was too busy plotting the demise of Western Civilization and now I'm too busy trying to see-through your sweater vest, hottie. Fuck, I can't say that to him. Clear throat, breath. "I didn't catch what he said."

He stares at me quizzically and then to my blank notebook. "Did you copy down any notes?"

"No."

"How are you going to pass?" he questions, mesmerized by the empty sheet of lined paper. He's staring at it like it's a fucking diamond in the rough. What the fuck? Alright, schoolboy, take your eyes off my notebook.

I shrug.

"Sorry," he frowns, eyes downcast. "I just really need to pass this course."

"So do I," I smirked, biting down on the end of my pen. I do that when I'm sexually frustrated, you know? It's a bad habit. I'm a bad habit. Maybe schoolboy will let me be his-

"Miss Havers, Mister Milson," the school marm drones as he lords over us. "Congratulations, you are now a study group."

"What?" I stammer, staring at schoolboy. He's continuing to stare like a lost puppy dog. Fucking great! I get paired with a fucking loser. He's probably going to leave class and run upstairs to the library and study. That is, until his Chess Club meeting. What the fuck? Why am I being subjected to-

"Miss Havers, I suggest you relocate your desk to the corner with your partner," the fucking tool states.

Yeah, fuck you too! I groan to myself as I drag my desk over by schoolboy. He's already fishing inside his messenger bag- that's right, a fucking messenger bag- for his calculator. Brilliant! My emo heart bleeds for this kid. He's got a fucking $20 sweater vest from fucking Wal-Mart on and a fucking pocket protector hidden in that bag somewhere, and he thinks he's gonna fucking pass this course on-

"I don't understand the problems," he states as I place my desk beside his.

This is just fucking brilliant. I'm stuck with a dumbass nerd. I thought nerds were supposed to be smart? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck did I choose this school? I'm stuck in the fifth portal to Hell. Up at the front of the classroom, Barbie and Ken are giggling over their equations. Huh. Yeah, let me laugh too. Cock + Pussy = We're fucked. I got that one. That one was easy. Fuck. Why didn't he pair me with one of the nerds over there on the right? Up against the wall. Yeah. That kid with the fucking greasy curls and then the girl in glasses. They look like real dweebs. I'll bet they could teach retard schoolboy a thing or-

"I don't understand the problems," he repeats.

"Do you have a speech problem?" I quip. Fuck, I think I'm funny. Why does this kid keep repeating himself?

He stares up from his textbook at me, pencil dropping into the crease of the book. "What?"

"How old are you?" I challenge.

He continues with that stare. His ears are fucking gigantic. This kid can probably pick up NASA signals. "I'm eighteen, why?"

Eighteen. Great. I shrug.

"How old are you?" he counters. Spry this kid.

"Eighteen," I smirk. 

He nods. "Interesting...outfit."

I cross my legs and smirk some more. Nice of you to notice my skirt, kid. Thanks for the love. Good that someone fucking noticed, cause this shit ain't cheap. Do you know what a little skirt like this costs at Guess? Fuck, it ain't cheap. You'd think for a fucking piece of cloth- and that's really all it is, a tiny shred of fabric- they'd be giving this shit away. And the shirt? Yeah, that wasn't cheap either. I ain't no cheap whore, babe. Put that tongue back in your mouth. Stop staring, your ears are turning red, kid. That's kinda fucking cute, actually. You're a dork, do you know that?

"I like your shoes," he smiles warmly. Is this kid for fucking real?

"I'm in a fucking Betsey Johnson camisole and a fucking Guess skirt and you notice my fucking beat up Chucks?" I gasp. I want to fucking slap this kid.

He nods. "I love Chucks."

What the fuck ever. I'd love a new partner.

"How are we doing over here?" the mother hen asks for the umpteenth time and I give him a death glare. What the fuck is this teacher's issue? Since when do teachers lord over their students like a fucking chicken hatching a fucking egg? I missed that memo. Who the fuck skipped that past my desk?

Schoolboy shrugs. "We're confused on Problem #3b. I don't understand how to-"

Okay, let them be gay. Whatever. I don't give a fuck about Problem #3b. Or Problem #56h, or Problem #69a. Mmm. Did I just say 69? I could put schoolboy in a nice one. I'll bet that little innocent kid routine will wash right away. Yeah, he'd be screaming my name, begging for more. Maybe he'd even fucking let the teacher watch. Yeah, fuck that's hot. The teacher's kinda cute. Whatever the fuck his name is. He looks pretty young for a college professor. Thirty maybe? No older. Chestnut brown hair, brown eyes. We got a lot of those in this classroom. Brown hair and brown eyes. He's got a cute smile too. He's smiling at schoolboy as he squats beside him and leans on the desk. That's kinda hot, actually. Or maybe I'm just deranged. His khakis are pulled tight across his crotch, and I'm thinking, maybe math isn't so bad. He's kind of a big guy, kinda husky. Nice button down denim dress shirt. No tie. Ties are a bit too stuffy, even for a whore like me. Unless I'm wearing it and he's dragging me around by it. That'd be hot. Maybe he'd like to keep me after-

"See me after class, Miss Havers," he smirks as he stands and peers down at me. He's wearing black, thin-framed reading glasses now. That's sexy. He grins like a little chipmunk. "I'll explain that problem to you and your partner."

That was odd. Since when was I a part of this conversation? I was just staring at his slacks pulled tight across his dick and suddenly he's-

"I think he was staring up your skirt," schoolboy grins.

"WHAT?"

Schoolboy jumps back a mile and then begins laughing. Presumably at me and not with me, because I ain't even fucking smiling. He clears his throat and grabs his pencil, licking his lips before he goes back to scribbling numbers all over his notebook. What a fucking nightmare! You keep taking that many notes, kiddo, and you're gonna fill twenty five-subject notebooks in this class alone. Either way, I wanna know what the fuck's going on, so quit that shit-eating grin and talk.

I nudge his crotch with my foot, and he jumps. "What?"

"What did you say?" I question, haughtily. "What the fuck?"

He grins and leans in his desk, his lips lightly grazing my ear. "I said that the professor was staring up your skirt."

I nod and lick my lips, moistening the skin. My throat is dry suddenly. I feel warm between my thighs. Fuck, why didn't I wear panties? I'm going to make a mess in this desk. Fuck.

"I think he realized you're not wearing any panties," schoolboy smirks and then pulls away.

This is a definite non-problem, I smirk to myself. The teachers hot for his student. Mmm. I like this. I smell an A in Trig. If I play my cards right, maybe it'll be an A+. My grade point average this semester is going to fucking kickass. That's right, baby. I've already looped the History professor into believing that I'm bisexual. He was practically singing his lesson on the fucking American Revolution when I uncrossed my legs and licked my lips. Oh yeah, you know you want to touch my-

"We have to stay after class," schoolboy interrupts, staring up from his textbook. He's still scribbling down numbers like they're going out of style. What the fuck is with this kid? I mean, he's hot and all and I'd fucking suck his cock and swallow it down, but fuck he's a dork. Since when does an eighteen year-old give a shit about Trig? I don't give a shit about Trig. He shouldn't give a shit about Trig. Human Sexuality is where it's at. Maybe he'd like to cum to that class with me?

"So?" I spit, venomously. No sense in making him not work for it.

"So the bell rang?" he questions, standing up and pushing his seat back into its row. I watch him bend over and collect his other books. Nice ass. Tight little buns, I'll bet. I'd love to watch how they tighten when he's driving into me with all his- "We better hurry," he interrupts with a frown. "I've got like forty minutes til my next class and I don't even know what building it's in."

I nod and grab my purse and books, following him to the front of the classroom.

This is swell. The professor is scribbling notes onto a syllabus, talking animatedly with Barbie and Ken. There's a duo right there, I grin. She looks like she's been around the block a few times. Great tits, babe, too bad you had to pay Doctor 90210 for them. Mine are real, and don't you fucking forget it. Whore. I hate girls like this. They think cause they can afford a fucking bottle of bleach and a set of tits that they have free run of the entire place. Of course, she's won over Ken. His tongue is lolling. Look at his pathetic Abercrombie ass. What the fuck ever. How'd I find this school?

"Miss Havers, Mister Milson," he welcomes us, gesturing toward the front row of desks and I sigh as I toss myself into a blue chair. Fuck, now I've gotta fucking pay attention to Professor Bumblefuck. I never got his name. Like it fucking matters. I mean, he's fucking hot and I'd let him eat out my cooch but- "I'm Professor Thomas," he smiles, extending his hand and I snap back into the world of Trigonometry. I hope to never spend time here again. 

Schoolboy takes his hand and shakes it. "Joel," he smiles. That answers that. Schoolboy is Joel. Brilliant. "I'm a little nervous about this class, Professor Thomas," Joel drones on. What a fucking dork. Seriously. How many times have I said that? But seriously. "I need an A in order to maintain my gpa and keep my scholarship. I'll be fucked if I...I meant-"

Ha! Fucking schoolboy, you cussed at the professor! Brilliant move. You're really gonna keep up your precious gpa now. You got no pussy and no brain. I smirk at him, as he blushes and the ears turn red again.

"Sorry."

"Call me Aaron," the professor smiles, waving his hand. "And no problem. You'll get your A, Joel, just as long as you come to class prepared, ask questions, and study properly for my exams. I'm not a tough guy, there will be no surprises."

Professor Chipmunk Cheeks is droning now. He is pretty hot. When he scribbles notes on the board, his slacks pull tight across his bubble butt. I like that. I like a man with some meat. Hopefully, a lot of meat- if you know what I'm saying. He looks like he played football. Maybe he was-

"Miss Havers, may I call you Susie?"

"Huh?" I stammer. Why do I keep zoning out?

"Susie," Professor Thomas repeats with a smirk. His hands are placed on the top of my desk, spread apart and resting on the edges. He's leaning down, staring into my befuddled eyes. "Susie, you haven't listened to anything I've said, have you?"

I swallow. "I was, I..."

"She zoned out," Joel interrupted, trying to rescue me. Hey, thanks schoolboy! I'll forgive you the fucking weird ass dorkiness for that.

Professor Thomas crosses the room and opens the classroom door before grinning. Chipmunk cheeks. I said it once, I'll say it again: he's got chipmunk cheeks. I can picture him smoking a fatty after sex, those cheeks flushed with exhaustion. I'll bet he smokes. He smelled like nicotine when he leaned in close, his teeth have the yellow stains. Fuck, I could go a Marlboro Light. I haven't had one since this morning. Fucking three-hour classes suck. I wonder if Professor Thomas would like to share a nice big blunt with-

"Susie and Joel," he directed, waving at us with a giant smile. "Follow me."

Joel looks confused, like a deer in headlights. "I have another class and I need-"

"This won't take long," Professor Thomas assures him. "I need to explain that problem to you and my office is more comfortable."

I'll bet, I grin to myself. Maybe you've got a sofa in there, a leather one, and we can rip the cushions open and roll around in-

"Hey," schoolboy calls, jogging to catch up with me as I follow Professor Thomas. I mean, Aaron.

"Hey yourself," I grin.

He stares at me, like he expects my head to spin in a 360 and then pop off. "You...lightened up."

"Class is over," I shrugged. "Now I can fucking breathe!"

"I heard that!" Aaron called, smirking over his shoulder. I didn't mind watching him arrive into class, but fuck, I sure loved watching him leave. That ass was big and juicy and-

"Susie, can I...Your name...It's Susie?" schoolboy questions, timidly.

I nod. "Yeah, and you're Joel?"

He nods. "I was thinking since we're study partners, maybe we should exchange numbers? It'd help if-"

I grab his notebook and scribble down my cell phone number. "I live off campus," I smirk. "Call me anytime." Did I over-emphasize the anytime? I think I might have. Still, I happily follow Professor Thomas into his office and schoolboy walks in behind me and shuts the door. He looks like he's gonna piss himself with fear. I want to fucking throw myself down on the-

There's no couch. What the fuck? Aren't college professors supposed to be rolling in the dough? I mean, why the fuck else would you want to educate a bunch of fucking retards all day long in a fucking jail cell, cubicle fucking white washed room that smells like a-

Professor Thomas tosses himself into the chair behind his desk and sighs. He stretches and the bottom of his shirt tugs up a bit, that is, before he reaches down and yanks it from his slacks. "There," he grins. "That feels so much fucking better."

It looks like schoolboy's eyes might pop out of his skull. His little monkey ears are all red and he's scratching at his sweater vest. Which is kind of sexy, the way he's running his fingernails over his chest, between his nipples. Maybe he's hot? I sure as fuck am. I'd like to tag team him and Professor...Aaron. Sorry. Aaron.

Aaron lets out another sigh before fumbling through his top desk drawer. He grins, reaching inside and pulling out a package of Marlboros. "Do you mind?" he questions as he places the cancer stick between his lips and searches for a lighter.

"Me too," I smirk as I prance toward his desk and lean forward. He pauses, taking in the view. That's right, baby, you know you want to suck my nipples. I'll let you. Just ask.

He grins and places a cigarette between my lips, lighting it for me and then smirking. "Bad for you, it'll kill you."

"Let it fucking try," I smirk.

He laughs at this, running a hand up through that chestnut hair. It's cut close, but he's still got a bit of shag going on. And some five o' clock shadow. But that's okay: that's motherfucking hot, right there. Stubble, cigarettes, deep voice, dark hair. I'm fucking sold. I think Trig is my new favorite class. Just maybe I'll get that A, after all. Cause I'm gonna be the best fucking Trig student that there ever-

"So," Joel interrupts, clearing his throat. "About that problem."

Professor Thomas chuckles. "Sit down, Joel. Take a load off." He gestures toward a chair in front of his desk, and Joel stares at it. Fucking schoolboy. Chill the fuck out. Take a fucking seat. "Cigarette?"

Joel shakes his head. "I don't smoke."

"Good," Professor Thomas raises an eyebrow and grins. "It'll kill ya."

"You sound like a fucking public service announcement," I interrupt, then realize with horror that I've said it aloud. Joel's eyes are wide, staring at me. I know my own eyes are wide. 

Professor Thomas turns to eye me, head to toe, and then grins. "Well aren't you a foul-mouthed little vixen."

I shrug. "Take me or leave me."

His grin widens as he stands and pushes his chair back from the desk. "I think I'll take you."

"WHAT?" Joel shrieks, jumping up from his chair so fast he knocks it over. I turn to meet his confused eyes, my own just as perplexed. Did Professor Thomas just hit on me? I mean, I know I'm fucking hot but I never thought that-

"You," he demands, stepping up in front of me and leering down at me. "Sit on my desk."

I nod, try to swallow, and lean gently onto the right edge of his desk. Mahogany, from the looks of it. Probably a family heirloom of some sort, cause the intricate detailing is a style that I haven't seen in years. It's probably-

"You," he interrupts, pointing at Joel and uprighting the fallen chair. "Sit."

Joel sits and swallows loudly. He looks like he might fucking piss himself. Of course, I think I might fucking cream on this desk if I don't-

"Susie," Professor Thomas smirks devilishly. "Turn and face Joel."

I do as I'm told. Is this Aaron guy for real? I mean, seriously. What if I were to shriek "rape" right now? He'd be in some hot ass fucking water with the Dean and the-

"You won't," he smirked, running a hand through my hair. His breath was warm on my earlobe. "You won't even think about it."

I nodded.

"Do what I say and you'll get an A."

I nodded and grinned.




Teacher's Pets



"Same for you, Joel," he smiled reassuringly. 

Joel still looks like a guinea pig in an experimental laboratory. I think he'd rather be running in a fucking wheel than sitting in that chair.

Professor Thomas steps away from me, and goes to sit in the chair to Joel's left. He grins, and exhales a large cloud of smoke. "Spread your legs."

I do it. Joel is beat red. I think the little fucker is embarrassed. Maybe he's never seen a pussy before? A soaking fucking wet pussy that needs to be fucked. I better get fucked. There's two of them, and I've got three holes to work with. Maybe they'll tag team me. That'd be so fucking-

"You ever see a tight little pussy like that before, Joel?" Professor Thomas winks. "I'll bet she's really fucking wet, the little slut."

Joel nods, still looking petrified.

"Loosen up," Aaron nudges him and Joel remains stoic. "Joel, I'm not gonna fucking rape you, okay?"

Joel nods and a smile cracks on his lips.

"There!" Aaron smirks, laughing as he extinguishes his cigarettes in a nearby ashtray. "So Joel, you ever see a tight little pussy like that before?"

Joel shrugs. "Sure."

"I'll bet you have," Professor Thomas nods, crossing his arms over his chest and enjoying the view. I just want them to fucking get on with it already. The cool air on my cooch is making me crazy. I want one of them inside me, now. I fucking need it. I'm going to beg if they don't get on with it. "You can touch yourself," Aaron grins, as if reading my thoughts. "Be our guest."

Perfect! You don't have to tell me twice, boys. That finger is already in there, working my clit. My pierced clit. I hope they like that. Maybe they can't see, my skirt's hanging down a bit. Should I take it off? Fuck, I can't be bothered. I just want to fucking stick my fingers inside myself and taste how sweet it is, how fucking hot they got me just by sitting in those fucking chairs and staring at me. I just want to tear my hair out and pull my shirt off and-

"Lose the shirt," Professor Thomas demands. His voice is authoritative, harsh. I suppose that comes with the territory of being a professor, right? Fuck, you're a fucking idiot, Susie.

I tugged the silky fabric over my head and toss it across the room. It lands on Joel's crotch. Perfect aim. He blushes and those giant ears go red again. What a fucking cutie. I'd like to get off this desk and go and sit on his face right now. I'll bet those big, plush pink lips are perfect for eating-

"And the bra," Professor Thomas demands.

I like this. I like being his bitch for the day. This is kind of hot. Who knew college would be such fun, right? My parents said, "Here's $20 fucking grand, get the fuck out" and I said, fine. College. Woo. I get an apartment, you get rid of me. Seems like a fair fucking deal to me. I can fuck and suck all I want out of your sight, you think I'm 'getting an education' and we all die happy. That's right, let's all die happy. I'd like to die with Professor Thomas, err, Aaron lodged deep inside my-


"Shit," I hear Joel rasp and it brings my attention back to the two men. Professor Thomas is slumped down in his chair, watching me, eating me slowly with his eyes. There's a definite bulge forming in his khakis. I like it. I'm gonna suck that cock so fucking good, he's gonna promote me straight to the head of the fucking class. And Joel, he'll fucking- What is he doing? I eye him curiously. He's leaned back in his chair, bulge in his pants equally as impressive as the one in the professor's. But he's got his hand over the fabric of his pants and he's rubbing. What the fuck? That's not in the rules, schoolboy. You gotta wait until you're given permission! Just like I fucking-

"Fuck her," Professor Thomas interrupts, smirking first at me, and then at Joel, who is entirely lost in his own little world. He doesn't even snap out of it til Aaron taps him on the arm and laughs. "Go fuck her, Joel."

Fucking finally! I squeal with delight as Joel steps away from his chair and comes forward. He looks confused, like he's not certain this is the right move. Maybe he's embarrassed? Maybe he's some fucking farm kid from Nebraska, all perplexed that he's now in the big city and there's a naked slut sitting waiting for him to fuck her good. Maybe I need to help the kid out. Poor kid. Pathetic look in his eyes, big red ears, and a giant fucking hard-on trying to escape his pants. I better fucking intervene before I die of lack of sex. Is that even possible? Hmm. Shudder. I don't even fucking want to find out.

"Go on, Joel," Professor Thomas urges. I turn to stare at him and holy fucking shit! He's unzipped his khakis and pulled out his cock. It's fucking beautiful. What a fucking-

"You sure?" Joel questions and I snap my attention back to him. He takes a giant breath and I nod. "You sure you want this?" he repeats, beginning to pull that fucking sweater vest over his head. I nod again, but he can't see me. So I decide to be a little less subtle, and I start helping out. Faster he's undressed, the faster I get fucked. I figure he doesn't want to lose this dress shirt, it's kinda nice. Hurley? Who the fuck knew they made dress shirts. I'm undoing the buttons and he's unzipping his pants. They're pretty loose, he could probably just push them off.

"You can push the shit off the desk," Professor Thomas rasps. He's obviously about as fucking ready as I am right now. Maybe he'll fuck me after schoolboy. They can pass me around; make me their fuck toy for the evening. That'd be divine.

Schoolboy leans forward, and I realize we're perfectly aligned. He whispers in my ear and I feel the tip of his erection gently nudge at my entrance. "You're sure you want this, Susan?"

I nod and run my fingernails down his back. "Fuck me already, would you?"

"She fucking wants it," Professor Thomas hisses. I stare over Joel's shoulder to see him working his own erection, slowly moving his right hand up and down the large shaft. It's large. It's beautiful. I want it inside me. "You will," he grins, as if reading my mind. "You'll fucking beg for it."

I was going to nod, but Joel chooses that moment to push fully inside me. Fuck. I toss my head back and moan. Fuck. He's big. Little fucker. Who would have thought? I guess it was the sweater vest. Who'd think a sweater vest connotates a large cock? Certainly not I. He's not huge, but he's endowed. And I've got him deep inside me. Whose won lotto today? Fuck. Susie has.

I lean back on the desk, trying to pivot my hips toward Professor Thomas. I'll bet he can see Joel working in and out of my body, see his cock stretching my little pussy and tugging softly at my labia. Mmm, yeah. You like that, Professor Thomas? I'll bet you fucking do, Aaron. I'll bet you're fucking beating your beautiful cock so fucking hard right now. Because he's pounding me good. I'm gonna pinch my fucking nipples and palm my fucking tits and scream his name. I'll bet that'll make you jealous. I'll bet you're gonna push schoolboy off of me any second and claim me, because you're the fucking teacher, Aaron. You know you want to fucking-

"Suck it," he demands and I glance upward. He's standing over me. I'm sprawled across the desk, head leaning over the edge. My legs are wrapped around Joel's waist, pulling him in closer, making him fuck me harder. Aaron's standing there, by my head, his cock just inches from my lips. It's beautiful. I want to taste it. I'm going to taste it. He places his hand gently underneath my head and helps me lift up, and then my tongue sucks softly on the head. He growls. What a beautiful noise. Deep and primal. I love it.

"Fuck me harder," I demand before running my tongue down Aaron's shaft. He grins, reaching down to touch my breasts. Joel thrusts harder, obeying my demand and I can already tell that he's close to the edge. He's got that twitch, that tick that says, baby, I'm gonna explode. Yeah, Joely, explode. I don't fucking care. I've got my fucking Trigonometry teacher's cock in my fucking mouth and it tastes like fucking cotton candy and salt and I just want to stay here forever. On this desk. Maybe I can bring Professor Thomas to Human Sexuality with me. We'll get a fucking A. I'll ace that shit.

"So fucking...close....must...." Joel hisses and then, he's exploding. I feel it coating my insides and I purr, vibrations soaring up into Professor Thomas and he flinches with another growl. Fuck, are all professors this fucking hot? This guy's fucking hot as fuck. Those fucking hairy, milky white thighs are just begging for me to bounce off them and ride his fucking-"

"Sit up," he demands and I pull away from Joel, his softening cock falls out of my body slowly and he sighs, stepping back.

"Thanks," I mouth to him and he blushes. The ears are red again. Fuck, he's precious. I want to keep this kid.

Professor Thomas sits down in his chair, and I realize he's only wearing his denim shirt and it's fully unbuttoned. His chest is broad, largely devoid of hair. I like that- smooth like Joel. Except for a dark trail of hair around his belly button that leads down toward my goal. Joel didn't have that, I realize. He shaves. It dawns on me and I turn back to watch him pulling his boxers and slacks back on. Fucking nerdy ass schoolboy shaves. What the fuck? That's a shocker.

"Sit on me," Professor Thomas interrupts and I turn. He's in the chair, cock saluting me for my efforts. It's big. It's fucking beautiful. Alright, it's not like fucking Ron Jeremy big, but it's big, okay? At least he looks one hundred fucking times better than Ron Jeremy. I'll forego a couple inches as long as I can look at the guy without retching. Professor Thomas, he's a good eight inches, and thick. Fucking thick. We like that. Men, girls like the girth. It's all about the girth. And he's a fatty. I'm gonna smoke his fatty, too. Take that as you like it.

"Sit down, Susie," he repeats, urgency in his voice. I wanna fucking throw myself onto that pole, but I don't. I stand up and approach slowly, trying to tease. I realize I'm only teasing myself, because fuck it, I want to sit on that fat cock right this second. He smirks, reaching a hand out and tugging gently at my hip. "Come fucking sit on it now," he growls. That voice, it's fucking heaven on earth, surely. I want him to read me naughty stories as I fall asleep every night, I want to bottle it up and keep it between my-

"I'll call you," Joel calls softly, grabbing his stupid messenger bag and walking softly toward the door. I nod and we keep silent till he's closed it over again. Fuck, it's not locked. This just gets more and more beautiful. What I wouldn't pay to have the fucking Dean walk in right this second and see me riding my fucking Trigonometry professor. I'd pay for that shit. This is a fucking Catholic college. She'd fucking shit a rosary.

"Not like that," Professor Thomas interrupts, pulling me up as I try to sink down onto his cock. I stare at him, and he turns me to face the door. "Face the wall," he directs me. Then there's a gentle pressure on my ass. Fuck, he's not going to- "And it's going in there," he growls. Holy shit. Holy fuck. I think I'm in love. "I'm gonna fuck your ass, Susie," he purrs into my ear. I know I need a fucking towel between my fucking legs now because, holy shit, I am wetter than the fucking Pacific and- "Joel got your pussy," he continues as he lowers me with his left hand on my hip and his right holding his cock in place. "I get your ass."

"Fuck," I hiss as he lowers me slowly. He's big. This will hurt. I think I'm gonna fucking cum on the spot, because I fucking love pain. Bring it on.

"You've been a very, very bad student," he growls as I feel the head pop inside the tight muscles of my body. I want to jump back up, the pain is sharp and sudden. But his large hand holds me in place. I hiss at the sensation. It fucking hurts. It fucking hurts so fucking good. "You need to be punished," he moans as he pushes me down and an inch sinks in. "You need to be taught a fucking lesson." Another inch. Fuck, this burns. "I should spank you, Susie. Do you like to be spanked?" I would answer that, Aaron, but I'm biting my fucking lip to keep from crying out as you force another two inches into my burning ass. It's so fucking tight. I've never been with someone your size like this. I think I feel tears in my eyes. Fuck. I want you to force me down and I'll fucking scream. I'll fucking scream and then you'll pound into me and make me fucking bleed. Shit, this dry shit hurts. 

"So fucking tight," he growls as I feel his balls nestle into my ass. "So fucking tight and so fucking young. Susie, you're such a fucking slut."

I laughed at this and toss my head back onto his shoulder, staring into his eyes, glossed over with lust. This fucking hurts. I'll bet I'm bleeding. Shit, this is beautiful. He pushed me up a bit and a hissing breath escapes before he slams me back down. Fuck. That's gonna leave marks. I can't help but love this shit, I can't stop playing with my tits. Fuck, you see what you do to me, Professor Thomas? I'd fucking-

"Fuck," he growls and I feel his balls tense. That's it, it's over. We're so close. I force myself up with a hiss and then slam back down, and he let's go. Fuck, it fucking burns. Shit. I dunno if I'm going to be able to sit for another week. I think he's aware, cause he pulls me up slowly and cradles me in his arms. He stands up, pressing me to his chest and I suddenly feel like a child. Protected, comforted.

He grins. "You are going to make this semester the best of my fucking career, Susan Havers," he smirks, planting me softly onto the ground and pulling me against his chest. His fingers run through my hair and he sighs. "I hope I didn't-"

"You didn't," I grin.

He nods, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. He bends down, locates my clothing and hands it to me gently before blushing again. "That was amazing."

"I agree," I nod, pulling my skirt up and untangling my bra from the tiny camisole. "I think Trig is going to be my favorite course this semester, Professor Thomas."

He laughs at this, and ruffles my hair softly. "Call me, Aaron."

"Okay, Aaron," I smirk. He reaches down and begins pulling on his pants. I'm sad to see him redress, I kind of like him better naked. Of course, I usually feel that way about people: people are better naked. He realizes I'm watching him, and he raises an eyebrow. "So Professor...Aaron," I grin. "Do you do that often?"

He shakes his head slowly. "Yes and no."

"Care to explain?" I taunt, as I shift my breasts into place inside my bra and tug my shirt back over my head.

"Here's my card," he smirks, handing me a parched white business card with only a phone number centered in the middle. No name. No address. No business. Nothing. "Call me sometime."

"You a fucking drug dealer?" I question with a laugh, as I search for my purse. It's in the chair that Joel vacated. God, schoolboy, you really are a sweetheart. Placing my purse back into a safe spot. What's with you?  And why'd you leave right when the party was getting started?

Professor Thomas laughs and tosses himself back into his chair. He begins rearranging his desk and smirks up at me. "No, Susie, I'm not a drug dealer."

I nod.

"Call me sometime," he repeats.

I nod and head towards the door. "Thanks," I smile. "That was fucking-"

"Amazing," he nods.

I close the door behind me and skip down the hall toward the Ladies Room. Fuck. That was fucking....fuck. I've got cum on my skirt. Shit. Now I'm fucking Monica Lewinsky. And it's only the second day of class. Shit, this is gonna be a great fucking semester. I love college! 



Teacher's Pets



Sian Andrews had worked hard to get where she wanted to be in life. She had a long list of academic qualifications and after working for a number of years within an inner city comprehensive school she had recently moved onto working at a college in Yorkshire.

Sian was 32 years old with short, blonde, bleached hair. She was an extremely attractive woman with a healthy tan, a shapely toned body and a smile that seemed to illuminate her face. She lived with her partner of three years Gemma Kirk. Gemma was 30 years old and had forged her own career in financial advice. Gemma was also an attractive woman, which dispelled the stereotypical image of lesbian couples. Gemma had long dark hair, a little taller than Sian at five feet eight inches tall and a size twelve figure.

They were open about their sexuality and despite a few narrow-minded, shortsighted bigots they were popular and well liked by the majority of their work colleagues and acquaintances.

Sian and Gemma had recently purchased a three bedroom detached house in a corner plot of a quiet cul de sac.

Ben Hodson and Adam Simpson were both in Sian's A level maths tutorial. Ben and Adam were both eighteen and in the second year of there studies at college. They were both a little arrogant and usually would be at the centre of any disruption during class. Sian had seen their kind of misbehaviour before and had no problem dealing with it.

As student pranks go Ben and Adam believed they were the best and untouchable. They had been challenged by a number of fellow students to steal an item of clothing, preferably underwear from Sian and Gemma's house. Ben and Adam accepted the challenge. Their swagger and bravado didn't totally match their secret uncertainty. Ben and Adam hatched a plan that they could maybe steal, (borrow as they referred to it) something from the couples house. A college open evening meant both Sian and Gemma would be out, or so Ben and Adam thought.

Ben and Adam were totally unaware that Kelly Shaw had overheard all the details of their proposal and had passed on the information to a completely unfazed Sian Andrews.

That night Adam and Ben reached the back fence of Sian and Gemma's house. The house backed on to woodland so access to that point had been easy. They climbed over the fence and crept alongside trees that lined one side of the garden. The house was in darkness. 

They reached the patio doors of the house. Both Ben and Adam's hearts were pounding and they questioned themselves. At college the idea and urging from others made the challenge seem easy, but now outside the house actually committing the crime didn't seem a smart idea. Ben said to Adam they would be quickly in and at out and the insurance would cover any damage. In some kind of twisted way Adam seemed to accept that.

Ben pushed up the handle of the patio door expecting it to be locked. To his surprise it was unlocked and opened easily. The young men entered the house. In the dim light they could see they were in a large kitchen area. They moved to separate sides of the room searching for a washing basket or some item of clothing.

Suddenly the lights were turned on. Adam and Ben froze. As their eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness they saw Sian and Gemma. Ben blurted out apologies and excuses. Gemma said she was phoning the police. Ben and Adam pleaded with her to stop. The swagger and arrogance had gone and whimpering and pleading had taken its place.

Gemma put down the receiver and Sian ordered the teenagers into the front room. Gemma put the lights on in the front room. Ben and Adam were mumbling apologies. Sian ordered them to shut up. She said she knew about the challenge. The guys looked crestfallen. 

"Gemma and I might forget about this," announced Sian.

The guys let out a sigh of relief and started to thank them.

"Only if you strip off for us right now," added Sian.

A look of absolute shock came across Ben and Adam's faces. Sian stated how bad it would be for them if the police were called. Two men breaking into a woman's house, what would people think? Ben and Adam looked at each other. How stupid they had been and how could they get into something like this. The guys tried pleading but that didn't work. Gemma said if they weren't going to strip she might as well ring the police. Ben and Adam begged her not to call agreeing to the demand.

There in the front room they started to undress. Adam was six foot tall and as he stripped his pale skin, broad shoulders, reasonably fit and average build body was revealed. Ben was even taller at six foot four. He had olive skin colour, a hairy chest and legs compared to Adam's smooth chest and sparse leg hair. Ben was stockier than Adam and his body was not as toned as his friend was. They had both now stripped to their underwear; Adam in skimpy briefs, Ben in his boxer shorts.

"Get it all off then and lets see you," demanded Sian.

Here was there teacher demanding to see them naked and they knew they were in no position to argue and dare not defy her. Adam slipped off his briefs and stood naked and embarrassed. His flaccid cock lay against his large balls. Gemma ridiculed him and as in keeping with the rest of his body Adam had no pubic hair and was completely shaved. Ben who slowly took of his boxer shorts had a mass of long curly pubic hair. To Ben's embarrassment his cock was semi-erect. His foreskin had slid back revealing the purple head of his cock. In its semi-erect state his cock must have been about six inches long.

The women ogled the two young men neither impressed or unimpressed. Sian said she wanted to see how hard they could get and ordered them both to play with themselves. Adam and Ben started to masturbate. Despite the embarrassment of their situation they both soon had rock hard erections.

Sian and Gemma sat on the sofa ordering the guys to stand in front of them but far enough away so the two females could see all the action.

Sian told the guys to stop playing and put their hands by their side, which they did. Adam's cock was probably about six inches long. Gemma was tempted to ask if he shaved off his pubic hair to make his cock look bigger but decided against it. Ben's cock was about eight inches long and had a little more girth than Adam's. Whilst Adam's cock stuck straight out twitching Ben's cock almost touched his waist as it stood up throbbing hard and erect.

Adam and Ben not only felt embarrassed that their teacher and her partner had seen them naked, but their macho image and pride was hurt because the women had no sexual interest in men. What happened next was to be more embarrassing and humiliating.

"Suck Adam's cock," ordered Sian.

Neither guy could believe what they were hearing from their teacher. Adam and Ben both pleaded almost begging the women to let them go.

Gemma and Sian were extremely cool and unmoved. Gemma said how did they just expect to break in and steal something without paying a price. 

"I think we're wasting our time. I'll just call the police now," said Gemma.

"No, no I'll do it," blurted out Ben.

Ben knelt down in front of Adam. Adam's cock was still erect but has lost a little of its stiffness. Adam gave a little moan as Ben sucked and licked his penis tip. Gemma demanded he suck Adam deeply. Ben closed his eyes and started to suck harder on Adam's cock and slid it deeper into his mouth. Adam was trying to think boring thoughts in a bid to lesson his erection but was fighting a losing battle. Ben still had his eyes closed as he sucked on Adam's cock. He could feel a warm trickle of pre-cum drip from Adam's cock tip.

Gemma demanded Ben feel Adam as he sucked his cock. Ben ran his hands up and down Adam's legs before moving them upward to feel his chest. Ben still had his eyes firmly closed as his hands flapped around Adam's body. Adam looked across at the women who just smiled. Adam turned his head away. Adam started writhing as Ben continued sucking him. Adam was moaning as he felt sensations in his groin but also felt repulsed.

"Oh no, please stop I'm cumming," gasped Adam.

Ben stopped sucking Adam.

"We expect to see everything," demanded Sian.

Gemma took a wine glass from next to the sofa. She leant across and demanded Ben take the glass, which he did.

"Make him cum into that," ordered Gemma. 

Ben and Adam were already too embarrassed and ashamed to try to argue again. Ben who was still kneeling took hold of Adam's cock and started to masturbate him. As he pulled back Adam's foreskin his intial spurt shot into the wine glass as Ben held it. Ben continued to wank Adam straightening the glass as his remaining cum dribbled into it. Ben gave Adam's cock one last squeeze, as per Sian's instructions, to milk out every last drop.

"Drink it all up Ben," ordered Sian.

"Oh no please don't make me, please I beg you," pleaded Ben.

"Do it now. Remember what you've done!" Sian said sternly.

Ben looked down at the Adam's spunk in the glass. He decided to get it over as soon as possible and quickly raised the glass and poured the contents into his mouth, swallowing it down. Ben felt sick and lurched forward.

"Sit up Ben!" ordered Gemma.

Ben had not been sick but ran his forearm across his mouth as he sat up. Ben could still taste some of the hot cum in his mouth. Gemma made him lick the glass clean. Ben licked around the inside of the glass and swallowed the last droplets of Adam's spunk.

Ben was made to put the glass down and stand up. Adam's cock had lost most of its stiffness and a final drop of cum hung from his penis tip. Adam was made to kneel in front of Ben. Ben's cock was semi-erect as Adam was ordered to suck him. Adam took Ben's cock into his mouth and as he sucked him Ben's cock became fully erect again. Ben moaned and sighed in frustration at how his cock could become stiff by something that appalled him.

Sian and Gemma teased the guys that they must be enjoying themselves and asking what their girlfriends would say if only they knew. 

Adam sucked on Ben's cock feeling how hot it was in his mouth. Adam tasted Ben's salty pre-cum as it ran across his tongue. Ben was also trying to fight against the cum stirring in his loins but couldn't help himself.

"No, stop, please, please stop," Ben cried.

His pleads didn't cut any ice with Sian or Gemma. Sian calmly told Adam to pick up the wine glass and wank Ben's cum into it. Adam stopped sucking Ben and took hold of his cock. Within seconds as Adam masturbated Ben his thick cum spurted into the glass. Ben's cum shot out so fast that although most spurted into the glass some of the spunk splashed across Adam's fingers. 

Gemma ordered Adam to lick Ben's cum from his fingers. Adam's face grimaced, as he tasted Ben's cum. Ben had spunked a huge cum load that everybody couldn't help but notice.

"Drink all that Adam!" demanded Gemma.

Adam just held his breath and poured the thick load straight down his throat gulping it down. Again Adam's face contorted in disgust as he felt the hot cum run down his throat. Sian also forced Adam to lick up the remnants of Ben's cum from the glass. Adam did that and then put the glass down.

Sian told Ben to kneel down. Gemma took some ties and tied Ben's hands behind his back. Adam who was already kneeling also had his hands tied.

Adam and Ben's naked bodies were totally on show and Sian brought out a camera from a cupboard and took the opportunity to take some snaps of the teenagers, saying that she may need it for evidence.

Then to the guys surprise Sian and Gemma stood in front of them. Sian started to undress Gemma. She removed her blouse and then unfastened and took down her skirt. Gemma wore a matching sexy black bra and brief set. Sian unclasped and removed Gemma's bra. Gemma's large breasts hung freely. As Ben and Adam looked up they could see Gemma's dark coloured, long nipples. 

Gemma turned to face Ben and Adam. Ben and Adam looked at Gemma's attractive body. Sian had placed her hands on Gemma's breasts from behind her, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Sian slid her hands downward to Gemma's black briefs. Ben and Adam could see dark pubic hair peeking out each side of the skimpy underwear. Sian pulled down Gemma's knickers to reveal her extremely thick dark pubic hair. Ben and Adam had never seen such a hairy pussy. Gemma's pussy lips couldn't be seen as her black pubic hair was so dense.

Gemma stepped out of her knickers and Sian's hands travelled over the whole of her body – exploring, touching and fondling. Gemma turned to face Sian and the two women kissed passionatley their tongues exploring each others mouths. They prolongued the kiss arousing each other.

Gemma moved her hands to unbutton Sian's blouse. She removed the garment and unfastened the front clasp of Sian's white bra. Gemma quickly unbuttoned Sian's skirt and as it fell to the floor Gemma's hands had already moved down to Sian's skimpy white knickers. Gemma quickly pulled the garment down and Sian stepped out of them.

Like Gemma had done Sian turned to face Adam and Ben. Sian's breasts were not as large as Gemma's and in fact her breasts were pert with very large areola's and dark nipples. She had tan lines, her breasts almost milky in colour compared to the tan of her shoulders and stomach. Sian also had tan lines where her knickers had been. Below her waist and the top of her legs were pale. Her pussy was as equally as hairy as Gemma's but unusually Sian's pubic hair was fair in colour.

Ben and Adam were turned on at seeing both women naked. Adam's cock was fully erect and throbbing hard. Ben's cock had also stiffened but to a lesser extent. Ben and Adam had had limited sexual experiences and it had been with shaven females. To see unshaven, naked women was something new and incredibly sexy.

As Adam and Ben watched Gemma used her hands to feel and fondle the naked Sian. She also used kissed and licked Sian's nipples. Ben couldn't help but see that Sian's nipples became bigger and erect by Gemma's expert tongue.

Sian lay down on the floor. Gemma lay over her and the women kissed passionately again. Gemma started to slide down Sian's body kissing and licking as she did so. Gemma moved off and knelt at the side of Sian. Gemma ran her fingers through Sian's pubic hair before gently running her hands up and down Sian's legs. Gemma gently parted Sian's legs or it may have been a case of Sian willingly opening her legs. Gemma positioned her body between Sian's legs. Gemma used her hands to feel Sian's legs and gently kissed Sian's inner thighs.

As Gemma teased Sian by kissing closer and closer to her pussy lips Sian became more and more aroused, hungry for Gemma's tongue to penetrate her. Sian threw back her head and moaned loudly as she felt the tip of Gemma's tongue brush against her moist pussy lips. Gemma could already taste Sian's juices on her tongue and she loved to taste. Gemma worked her tongue further into Sian's pussy. Sian's breaths became short and gasped as her moans become more frequent and louder. Gemma was probing deeply and began to work Sian's clit. Sian was losing herself in the charged atmosphere and she felt lightheaded. Gemma continued licking and probing as Sian's juices flowed freely from her dripping wet pussy. Sian was almost yelling in absolute ecstasy. Gemma always had the ability to bring Sian to a screaming climax. Sian was almost writhing uncontrollably but Gemma continued to work her tongue bringing Sian to a second and a third orgasm. 

Sian let out a final scream, threw head her back and raised her hands to her face. Gemma stopped licking and as she backed off a little Ben and Adam could see Gemma's face glistening with Sian's pussy juices. As some of Sian's juices dripped over Gemma's chin, Gemma ran her hand across her face taking the juices onto the back of her hand. Gemma looked at Sian as she licked the juice savouring her partners taste.

Sian was sweating prefusely and the sweat made her pert breasts and nipples more pronounced. Sian and Gemma changed places. As Sian stood up the guys saw a perfect view of Sian's swollen pussy lips and her pubic hair wet from Gemma's licking and her own pussy juices. 

Adam and Ben couldn't believe they were seeing what they were seeing. The women were so into themselves the teenagers were redundant. The women revelled in the power and control they had in the situation. The young men were good looking but neither Gemma or Sian had any intention of letting them touch. The women knew Ben and Adam would willingly join in, the throbbing erections the guy's both now had was testament to that.

Sian knelt at the side of Gemma. She cupped her ample breasts and leant forward to kiss and lick her nipples. Sian's tongue circled Gemma's breasts before she flicked her nipples with her tongue. Gemma let out a little moan as she loved the sensations she felt when Sian did this.

Gemma spread her legs as Sian continued to kiss and feel her body. Sian worked her way and positioned herself between Gemma's legs. Sian allowed her fingers to run through Gemma's thick pubic hair and she moaned with pleasure as Sian gently tugged at the hair. 

Sian ran her hands along Gemma's inner thighs sliding her fingers along the pubic hairs at the top of her legs. Sian continued to do this varying the pressure each time and also guiding her fingers nearer Gemma's pussy lips. Gemma was less vocal than Sian but her pussy had become more than moist through Sian's playing with her.

Gemma was more than ready to feel Sian's tongue and she actually gasped and moaned loudly as Sian pushed her tongue further than Gemma had expected. Sian felt Gemma's juices run into her mouth. She swallowed happily and easily because she always loved to taste Gemma's juices.

Sian settled into a steady rhythm as her tongue probed deep into Gemma's aching pussy. Gemma continued to moan softly as Sian licked her. This was slightly more vocal than normal for Gemma which may have been the highly sexed atmosphere and perhaps also the teenage audience.

Sian had found inner strength and was giving Gemma everything she had. Sian brought Gemma closer and closer to orgasm. Sian knew exactly how to drive Gemma over the edge. As Sian worked her tongue Gemma let out a long moan. Gemma's pussy juices flowed as Sian brought her to cliamx. Gemma's body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably as Sian moved to hold her close.

The two women hugged and held each other close, both sexually contented. Gemma and Sian eventually composed themselves. The women dressed as Adam and Ben took a final opportunity to look at Gemma and Sian's nakedness. Ben's cock was still stiff and throbbing and pre-cum was also oozing from his penis tip, dripping onto the carpet.

Sian and Gemma finished dressing, their clothes clinging seductively to their still sweating bodies.

Gemma and Sian untied Ben and Adam ordering them to dress. When the young men had dressed Sian held up her knickers that she had not put back on.

"Want these?" asked Sian laughingly.

Adam and Ben looked away sheepishly as Gemma led them to the door.

"See you at school," said Sian as Ben and Adam ran up the driveway. 



Teacher's Pets



(With thanks to my friend, Mr. Wolf who helped me write this story. It's based on a roleplay the two of us did one hot day...)

Mr. Wolf was the Headmaster of an all-girl's school. He was proud to be one of the youngest Headmasters appointed to such a position. He knew the administration trusted in his abilities to manage the school, and for the most part, things were running smoothly. The school had a reputation for producing intelligent graduates who excelled in their studies or in the arts.

But, with a sigh, he noted that there was always one problem student. And this time, it was Hunny Lee. She was the oldest student there, having turned 19 just that year. She flirted outrageously with the male teachers and garden staff. Her plaid skirts were at least an inch shorter than regulation, and the white blouse of her uniform always clung to her ample breasts. He had to admit to himself that he wasn't immune to her charms. Those curvaceous hips and breasts, that soft pink mouth, that wicked little glint in her eye all drove him to distraction. Mr. Wolf had a thing for Asian girls, and Hunny's golden brown skin and almond shaped eyes were very tempting. He was glad this was Hunny's last year in his Academy; he wasn't sure he could take another year of her teasing. 

The clock chimed the hour, and Mr. Wolf stood up to make his usual rounds of the school. He liked to make his presence felt, so that the staff and students wouldn't be tempted to slack off.

As he passed a dark corner at the East Wing of the school, he heard what sounded like moans. He stepped closer to investigate, and was stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw. There was naughty Hunny Lee, leaning against the wall, one hand holding up her indecently short skirt, with one of the other seniors kneeling between her legs, her face buried in the dark curls of Hunny's sex. Hunny's other hand was clutching at the other girl's blonde hair; from where he stood, Mr. Wolf could hear the moans of pleasure both girls were making. He recognized the other girl, Jacy Simmons, who was a year younger than Hunny, and was her constant companion. Now he understood why they were so close!

Mr. Wolf's cock sprang to life; he immediately stepped forward, saying sternly, "Hunny Lee, Jacy Simmons, to my office, NOW." Jacy gasped, turning pale. She was a lot more timid than Hunny, and was easily misled by the older girl. Hunny merely gave the Headmaster a lazy smile. As the three of them walked to Mr. Wolf's office, Hunny was watching his face, her wicked smile never changing. She contrived to let the back of her hand brush against Mr. Wolf's crotch. Her hips swayed invitingly as she walked in front of him. She knew that Mr. Wolf was aware she was naked underneath her skirt. By their side, Jacy softly sobbed; she was terrified that someone would inform her parents, or that she would be expelled.

Mr. Wolf hurried the girls along; all the other students and teachers were busy in class. He thanked his lucky stars that no other staff members were present. The punishment he had in mind for both girls was not exactly orthodox. Mr. Wolf had had enough of Miss Hunny Lee's teasing. He was going to take control of the little minx and show her who was in charge.

They entered his office, and he locked the door behind them. Wordlessly, he pointed to the couch. The two girls sat down, Jacy still crying, Hunny casually, insolently settling on the couch. Jacy sobs, "but...Hunny made me do it. She forced me to do it. I didn't want to..." Hunny laughs, and splays her thighs, giving him a glimpse of the moist gash between her legs, and whiff of her musky heat.

Mr. Wolf ignored Hunny's blatant attempts at seduction. He turned to the other girl and demanded an explanation, "and just how did Hunny 'make' you do it?" Jacy sniffles, "she told me she would...punish me...if I didn't." Hunny indignantly interrupts, "I said no such thing! She's lying!" Mr. Wolf tells her to hush, that she'll get her chance to explain. He rests his hip on the desk's edge, a clearly visible bulge down the leg of his slacks.

Hunny's eyes widen for a second. She glances away, but fascinated, her gaze returns to the bulge. Mr. Wolf smiles to himself; he always thought that little Miss Lee was more innocent than she let on. The way she's staring at his erection makes him think she's more of a tease than a slut. Hunny becomes aware that she's staring, and tries to regain control of the situation. She deliberately parts her thighs wider, hips canting in silent invitation. She says, "It was my fault. You can let Jacy go, I'll tell you everything."

"No, you both took part, so you'll both be punished." He slid off the desk, eyes lingering on Hunny's parted thighs and that so tempting dark triangle between them. 

Jacy asks, her voice shaking, "How will you punish us, Sir?" Hunny smiles, knowing that he's still staring at her sex, she slides her fingers up her thighs, and rests them on her still throbbing pussy.

His breath catching, he stammers for a second, but recovers quickly. "By finishing what you started. If that's the kind of girls you wish to be, then by God that's exactly what you'll do."

Hunny smiled and leaned back on the couch, hanging one leg over the back, the other resting on the floor. She hiked her skirt up over her belly, looked over at Jacy and said, "You heard the Headmaster!"

He silenced her with a curt, "I'm in charge, Hunny." He stood in front of them and told them, "Stand up and strip you little sluts. I want you both naked now." He loosened his tie, letting it hang around his neck.

Hunny frowned, she was still trying to work out how to control him. She thought it would be best to play along, and try to turn things to her advantage later. A part of her resented being ordered about like this. She refused to admit, even to herself, that his commanding tone was arousing her. She had never actually had sex with a man; most of her sexual experiences with men ended with fondling and kissing. She'd never given a blow job, or allowed a man to put his penis in her. She wondered if Mr. Wolf would do that, and the rush of heat that flooded her body frightened her.

She forced a smile on her face, attempting to hide her apprehension and growing arousal. She said, "Yes, Sir!" and tugged the white cotton blouse over her head. Her full breasts bounced free. He thought, "still another infraction. All the girls were required to wear brassiere." She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, breasts swaying enticingly. Her dark nipples thickened into hard little points. She asked, cheekily, "shoes and socks, too?"

Mr. Wolf glared. "I said naked, didn't I?" He dipped his hand into his desk and pulled out a paddle, before moving to Jacy, who has not removed a single article of clothing. He whipped the paddle against her ass, and said, "NOW." Sobbing, she removes her clothes, slowly revealing her taut young body.

Hunny licked her lips, kicked off her shoes and tore off her socks. Standing in front of Mr. Wolf, she openly studied Jacy's body, comparing it with hers. She smiled proudly when she realized her breasts were bigger, soft globes jiggling with each breath, the pink/brown nipples erect. Jacy has small little breasts with ruby red nipples. While Hunny had a bold thatch of dark curls at her sex, Jacy had light blonde curls. 

Mr. Wolf stood in front of the two girls, eyes wandering over their bodies. He studied the delicious contrast: the little Asian minx had a body made for sex; Jacy's more slender, girl-like figure was attractive nonetheless. Jacy attempted to cover herself, and he gripped her hands, raising them above her head. "We'll have none of that false modesty, my dear," he said, taking his tie and wrapping it around her wrists. He pulled Jacy towards a wall, looping the tie over a coat hook, and with a gesture made Hunny follow closely behind.

Hunny's eyes widened again. She knew she'd lost control of the situation. She didn't expect Mr. Wolf to be so strong and immune to her charms. She flushed hotly, wetness slid down her thighs when she saw how helpless Jacy was. She wondered what Mr. Wolf would do to her, and her knees trembled, her cunny pulsing.

Mr. Wolf spoke, "I think, before you two decide to be lesbians, that you should get a taste of what you're giving up." Reaching back, he grabbed Hunny's wrist and pulled her towards Jacy, pressing the two girls together. He whispered in Hunny's ear, "Make her ready for me." His hand crept down over her ass, slipping between her cheeks and fondling her wet lips, "So she'll know what a man feels like."

Hunny moaned, the touch of his hands electrified her. None of the fumbling boys who she'd let touch her ever aroused her in this way. She looked at Mr. Wolf, her eyes betraying her, showing her fear as she whispered, "but...Mr. Wolf...please...neither Jacy...nor I...has ever been with a man before."

Mr. Wolf chuckled deeply at her moan. He deliberately misunderstood her, and said, "Don't worry, you'll both get a chance." He forced Hunny to bend lower, her head even with the blonde girl's tiny breasts.

Sighing, Hunny slide her tongue out, letting it dance over Jacy's pert little breasts, the tiny nipples so red. She traced circles around them, and hungrily sucked them into her mouth. Her fingers teased Jacy's stomach. She and Mr. Wolf heard Jacy's cries, at first sounding frightened, but as pleasure began to build, her cries grew lustful.

Mr. Wolf undressed while he watched his bete noir service the little slip of a girl. He saw Hunny's round little rear sway back and forth, saw the wetness falling down over her thighs. He slid his slacks and shorts off, and his cock bobbed into view, fully hard and thick, its deep red surface covered in veins. He forced Hunny further down, saying "don't forget this" as his hands spread Jacy's thighs apart, her pussy lips visibly engorged.

Hunny released the cherry red nipple and slid to her knees, looking at Jacy's swollen lips, so moist. She heard Jacy cry out when Mr. Wolf spread her thighs wide apart. Hunny's tongue licked between Jacy's wet lips, dipping into the pinkness within. Jacy was so tight, Hunny's tongue could hardly fit. Hunny wriggled her tongue, trying to drive it in deeper. She could hear Jacy squealing and moaning, but could also taste more and more of the younger girl's honeyed juices on her tongue.

Mr. Wolf leaned over Hunny and latched on to one of Jacy's nipples, tugging it hard between his teeth. His cock pressed against the back of Hunny's neck as she buried her face in Jacy's crotch. His hand shoved her face deeper into Jacy's sex, her hips writhing in pain and pleasure, eyes locked on Mr. Wolf's massive cock.

Hunny could feel his cock pressing against her nape; her body trembled, his cock felt so hot and it seemed to pulse. She whimpered, the sound teasing Jacy's sweet, juicy cunt. Hunny cupped Jacy's pert buttocks and forced her tongue in deeper, before pulling back and quickly sucking on the younger girl's throbbing clit, her tongue wildly lashing the sensitive little button. As Jacy bucked, Hunny slid her index finger into her cunny, parting the tight lips.

Mr. Wolf asked, his voice raspy with lust, "Is she tight?" His eyes watched Hunny's finger delve between Jacy's legs.  Hunny turned her head, eyes level with the thick bulb of his cock head. He saw her lick her lips and he taunted her, "Do you know what to do with this?" nodding his head toward his massive member.

Hunny whispered, "Oh God..." Her eyes were fascinated by the huge cock that bobbed in front of her face. She could smell his hot male scent, so different from Jacy's sweet muskiness. Her lips parted involuntarily as she glanced up at her Headmaster. She softly said, "Yes, she is tight; I can barely fit my finger in her." She dropped her gaze, added even more softly, "I've...never...please...teach me?"

Mr. Wolf put his hand on the back of her head, and guided her mouth to his throbbing erection. "Lick it, all over...swallow it down your throat," he replied. He forced the tip of his cock past her lips and into her throat, "Suck against it, you little slut."

Hunny's eyes widened in surprise as his thickness pushed into her mouth. She moaned in protest as his cock slid over her tongue, pressing deeper into her hot mouth. She almost gagged when his cock head inexorably pushed down her throat.

Mr. Wolf slowly began to fuck her gripping throat, hips moving back and forth, balls slapping at her chin as he forced Jacy to watch and learn from Hunny's experience. Hunny began moaning around him, her fear turning into lust. His cock began to feel good in her mouth. Her cheeks tightened around his shaft and she started to suck each time he pulled back. She kept on tiny hand on his hip to balance herself, her other hand still on Jacy's cunt, finger probing the slippery tunnel, trying to stretch her tightness.

"Yesssss," he hissed, "you know what to do." His rhythm increased, and he slowly turned Jacy around, her ass facing outward, and leaning Hunny back underneath Jacy's now dripping cunt. Jacy whimpered, "no, oh please", but her stance widens, hips pushing back and up, preparing for what was to come.

Hunny whimpered, her mouth still filled by Mr. Wolf's thick cock. She could feel the veins of his cock rubbing against her soft mouth. She ever so slowly pulled back, releasing his shaft fro her mouth, and guiding the thick head of his cock toward Jacy's wet slit. Hunny positioned it at the entrance to her friend's virgin fuckhole, watching with fascination as Mr. Wolf's cock bobbed in the air, before starting to push into Jacy's body.

Jacy cried out when she felt Mr. Wolf's broadness slowly pressed into her. Hunny's tiny hand moved againt his shaft, stroking it, as he forced his way into Jacy's tight cherry. He let the younger girl whimper "please...No!" just before thrusting in hard, burying his cock deep inside.

Hunny squealed with Jacy when Mr. Wolf shoved his cock into Jacy's tight young cunt. A trickle of blood dripped out of her cunt, and Hunny's cunt pulsed in sympathy. She wriggled, her pussy so wet, and she instinctively reached up to caress Jacy's clit, knowing that the girl needed to feel pleasure.

Mr. Wolf was growling at the sheer tightness of Jacy's virgin cunt when he grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Jacy's cries of "No, please stop" dissolving into "Don't stop, please" as pain gave way to ecstasy. He watched Hunny let her free hand crawl over her thighs, dipping between them as he continued to fuck her friend hard. Hunny's fingers slid into her hungry cunt, two fingers driving into it, plunging into her wetness. Her face was so close to their groins and she watched as Mr. Wolf's cock speared into Jacy's cunt repeatedly. She kept fondling her friend's clit, feeling the little button throb under her finger. 

"Are you learning down there," Mr. Wolf grunted, Hunny's response muted by the sound of Jacy's cries, which quickly turned into one long moan. The moan spiraled up as Jacy's body was wracked by orgasm, her tight cunt clamping down onto his cock. He felt the young girl's delicious cum gush over his cock, and then felt her lithe body go limp as she passed out from the pleasure.

Hunny moaned as well when she saw Jacy's wetness flow down her legs, mixed with a slight tinge of blood. As Mr. Wolf withdrew, Hunny took one look at Jacy's now gaping cunny and was struck by fear. She wondered what was wrong with Jacy; whether she was okay." With a frightened little cry, Hunny scrambled away from the still entwined bodies, trying to escape.

Mr. Wolf stepped back, allowing Hunny to move across the floor toward the couch. He checked Jacy's pulse and slowly slid her to the floor. He turned his attention to Hunny and strode over to her, catching her by one slim ankle. Hunny stared at Mr. Wolf's straining column of flesh, streaked with her best friend's blood. She shook her head, "nooooo..." kicking at Mr. Wolf, suddenly afraid of what he'd do to her.

He forced her back against the floor and whispered, "Jacy's all right. Her orgasm was just too much for her, but she'll recover." He reached down and scooped her into his arms, lifting her and setting her down onto the couch.

Hunny was whimpering, "Please don't hurt me. I've never...No man's ever...". Mr. Wolf ignored her broken pleas. He saw the excitement in her eyes, could smell her arousal, her dusky pink nipples were still hard, jutting proudly from her full breasts. He turned and walked over to a small sink set outside a lavatory. He wet a cloth and wiped himself clean. Hunny lay back on the couch; despite her fear, her sex throbbed. She was both frightened and excited. She whispered, more to herself, "it's so big..."

Mr. Wolf returned to the couch and sat at the other end. He motioned for the nubile young woman to come over to him, cock bobbing and pointing toward her. Hunny moved toward him slowly, hesitantly. She whimpered even as she obeyed him, unable to help herself, her need for him so great. She looked up at him, dark eyes reflecting her confusion as she asked, "Why do I feel this way?"

Mr. Wolf smiled at the change in the once high-and-mighty Miss Lee. He answered, "It's lust, my dear; an animal need. Later you might learn of love." He pulled her closer, ordering her to straddle him. Hunny shuddered with need as she slowly complied. She wound her arms around his neck, her breasts grazing his chest, hard little nipples poking against his skin. She lowered herself down, emitting a little squeak of fear as her wet slit made contact with his cock.

"Slowly, my raven-haired beauty," Mr. Wolf said, his hands guiding her hips, cock head sliding against her puffed lips. He pressed his helmet against her sensitive bud, his lips so close he could taste her rich brown nipples. Unable to resist, he flicked his tongue against one perky nubbin as he lowered her upon his body.

"Oh God, Sir!" Hunny breathed, her head falling back as he licked her nipple, "Oh Sir that feels so good!" Her hips rolled, increasing the contact between his cock head and her swollen clit.

Mr. Wolf latched onto one thick nipple as he pressed her body down over his cock head. It slid against her juice-slickened walls, entering her tight virgin hole. Hunny panted, her body wriggling, feeling her tightness slowly stretched by his cock head. The firm flesh of his prick popped into her, she met his eyes, hers glowing with a combination of lust and fear.

His teeth continued to tug at her nipple as he inched his cock into her. Pressing hard, he broke past the thin barrier that guarded her maidenhood, filling her entirely with his huge cock. Hunny screamed in reaction, eyes going wide with pain at the invasion. In vain, she attempted to pull away, eyes filling with tears as his cock entered all the way, its tip hitting her cervix.

"Breathe," he urged, "relax." He held her firmly in place, letting her rest upon his hips. She continued to whimper, her arms tight around his neck, cheek resting on his shoulder. He could feel her heart pound, feel the sweat run down her body. She could feel his cock throb inside her, and her pussy clenched in reaction. She gasped, looking up at him, her eyes dazed, "It hurts...but it feels so good at the same time."

Slowly he sank his hips back into the cushion, withdrawing from her tightness, suppressing a moan when he felt her slick velvet tunnel clutch at his cock. He quickly drove back into her aching cunt, filling her again. Hunny moaned in mingled pleasure and pain. He whispered into her ear, "More?" She whimpered and nodded. His continued to move his hips, his cock progressively slipping in more easily into her sex. Her breathing quickened; to her amazement the pain was almost gone, pleasure taking over. 

Her voice husky, she said, "Yes, oh please, don't stop...Oh God that feels so good!" Knowing that he'd awoken her lust and need, Mr. Wolf started to pleasure her body with his, fucking her firmly while she begged and pleaded for more. Her eyes were shut, her body glistening with sweat, juices now flowing over her thighs. Mr. Wolf moved faster, his thrusts harder, more violent. 




Teacher's Pets



Hunny began moving to meet him, her hips bouncing, body rising and falling. The tight walls of her cunt now sliding slickly over his shaft, then quivering and tightening as lust built. Mr. Wolf let go of his little Asian slut, and let her own need drive her onto him. She placed her palms on his chest as she began to fuck him. Her body lifted and drove down, her velvet cunt sucking on his cock the same way her mouth had earlier. His head tossed from side to side, a feral snarl contorting his face from the sheer deliciousness of her body, so tight, so wet, so hot... 

Hunny looked down , seeing his thick cock, slick with her juices, flushing when she saw the tinge of pink that was the sole remnant of her virginity. A noise from the corner made the two lovers look up; they saw Jacy watching them, her fingers slamming into her cunny. Hunny groaned and rode the Wolf harder and harder, her breasts bouncing wildly. Mr. Wolf growled, "Yes, Hunny, that's it...Learn your lessons well." 

Hunny was sobbing now, pulling her body up and shoving down hard, filling herself full of his cock. She began to scream as spasms rocked her tiny frame, sending her rocking into his body, her cunt clenching around his cock, clamping tight around it, squeezing it. Slick cunt cream flowed down over his cock. 

Mr. Wolf grunted loudly when he felt his young student's hot sex pulse around his shaft. The repeated contractions made him lose control, and he spilled his seed inside her. The heat of his cum burned her, soothed her; she could feel it battering her sensitive walls. With a low cry she collapsed against him, still sobbing, body shaking with pleasure.

Jacy quickly crawled over to the two intertwined bodies, her palm soaked with her juices. At the sight and sound of the couple's orgasms, her body had exploded into one as well. Her nipples were still painfully erect, her skin flushed.

Hunny leaned over, and pulled the younger girl into an embrace. The three held each other, their breathing ragged and shallow. Hunny and Jacy slowly smiled up at their Headmaster, and whispered a soft "thank you, Sir." Mr. Wolf replied, "it was my pleasure, girls. I hope you're learned your lesson, now." Sated, but still irrepressible, Hunny teased, "I hope a refresher course is available." With a laugh, Mr. Wolf hugged his two pets, "A good Headmaster always encourages his students to freely consult him when they need help!" 



Teacher's Pets



It was only ten and Kate had a considerable buzz. She let her vodka martini tinker in her hands as she swayed her hips to the cover band. It had been a long week. ACT tests were looming and the kids were anxious. Sarah Fielding broke down in a frenzy when her practice score came back and it seemed she wouldnt be the last. 

"TGI fucking Friday!" Kate yelled to Sydney Brant, a long time friend.

"And fuck Steven!" Sydney yelled brashly. Kate smashed her glass against Sidneys and put an arm around her friend's shoulders. It had been three weeks since Steven had walked out on her and Sydney finally seemed to be getting over it. 

The band finished and stepped down for a break. Kate tapped her feet as she scanned the overly-crowded bar. Kate shot a glance back at Sydney who was wasting no time getting to know a dark haired guy who resembled Antonio Banderas. She turned to order another martini and her eyes met a tanned neck with a ying/yang hemp chain around it.

"Whoa." She said, yanking her head back to get leverage. As she focused her eyes, she was momentarily taken aback by the handsome stranger. He was tall and lean with sun-kissed blonde hair and piercing green eyes. His lips pouted naturally and they glistened with newly placed spit.

"Im sorry. I didnt mean to scare you, Ms. Sherman." Kate squinted her eyes. He was too old to be a student. Besides, they were too young to be at Baileys. Still, he obviously knew her. 

"Do I know you?" Kate asked. He smiled and tilted his head and she remembered instantly. Zachary Fitzgerald. How could she have forgotten him? He was one of the hotties she used to tell her student-teaching friends about. 

"Zachary? Oh my God. You've like, gotten so..Wow." Kate was at a loss. He was cute before, but now, with his five o'clock shadow and rock star style, he looked like an model. Maybe even better.

"You look the same." Zachary said, moving his eyes up and down her body. "You remember Niko Andres, right? My best friend?" 

"Sure. Yes. You guys used to sit in the front..center. You guys used to make me really nervous back then." Kate laughed anxiously. She felt her body pulsate and immediately sat her drink on the table. 

"Yea, we kinda had a thing for you. Its OK to say now, isn't it?" Kate was about to answer when she saw Niko approaching. He was the quiet one and he still seemed to be. The years had treated him kindly, though. His short dark hair was tousled wildly about his head and he had kicked his hip hop look for a surfer style. He smiled sweetly, his white teeth glistening in the dark pub, and Kate felt like she would melt.

"Hi." Niko said quietly. The band had returned to the stage and Syndney had made it back to Kate. Sydney stood with an obvious look of disbelief as she hung wildly onto Kate.

"The nights getting better and better. Who are these two Sex Gods?" Kate blushed and playfully hit her friend. Niko laughed modestly; Zachary had his eyes still fixed on Kate. 

"These are a couple of my former students. From like, what, seven years ago?" 

"Eight. So are you married?" Zachary said, ignoring Sydney completely. Kate looked down at her hand.

"Oh no." She laughed, shaking her head. "This is my grandmothers ring. I just wear it to keep the pervs away?"

"I'm officially separated." Sydney interrupted. Zachary and Niko didnt respond. They seemed to be entranced by Kate and it brought back memories of when they would sit front and center and stare profusely until Kate turned away red-faced. They seemed to get off on it. Sydney grabbed Kates hand forcefully, setting her Bud on the table clumsily. 

"C'mon Kate." Before Kate could contend, she had been dragged to the dance floor and struggled to keep up with her hair tossing friend who was seemingly mesmerized by Blink 182. As Kate danced to the beat, she glanced back to her table and found Niko and Zachary staring like they did in high school and, once again, Kates face was red as a strawberry.

Kate was happy when the dark haired guy found Sydney on the dance floor and diverted her attention. It had been about ten minutes and her former students hadn't moved. The martinis had began to intensify by then and Kate danced back to her table where they stood looking amused. Zachary walked over abruptly and lowered his head to her neck and inhaled. 

"What are you doing? Kate said, knowing she probably smelled like carp." He looked at Niko and nodded, prompting Niko to lick his full lips.

"Forgive me, Ms. Sherman. I just wanted to see if you smelled the same. I used to lie in bed thinking about that smell you have. Its like vanilla ice cream." Kate could have jumped on his hips right there. She hadnt had a hot guy hit on her in a long time. They were either gay or taken. A shot girl came over with a tray of test tubes filled with different color liquor. She couldnt smile hard enough as she arched her back at Zachary and Niko.

"Shots guys?" She said perkily. Too perkily, in fact. Zachary looked annoyed but Niko was gracious.

"No thank you, sweetheart." She looked shocked but walked away and Kates ears sung at the sound of his voice. She had forgotten how sultry his accent was. She imagined he had no problem getting into any girls pants. All he had to do was ask.

The three spent the next twenty minutes catching up. Zachary had moved to L.A. and had made a successful career as a model for a while, but landed a job with a prestigious Beverly Hills marketing firm when he graduated college. Niko had just finished his first year of medical school.

"I always knew you two would do something great with your lives. You just had that intensity. So any lucky ladies?"

"Not really. We keep comparing them to someone else and they never measure up." Niko said. 

"Come with us." Zachary said abruptly as he softly took her hand. Kate laughed. 

"Whoa. Where are you going?" She asked. 

"Where do you want to go?" Niko chimed. Kate put her hands up, shaking her head.



"Look, it was really nice, really nice to see you both but my friend-"

"She just left with her dance partner." Zachary said, nodding at the door. Sure enough, Sydney was getting her coat from the coat check. Kate seethed. 

"I dont believe her." Zachary positioned himself closer and looked deeply into her eyes. Kate could smell his sweet musk and his heat permeated her skin. Then it registered.

"I can't believe her." Kate said as she looked at the door again. She turned back to Zachary and Niko.

"You can't drive, Ms. Sherman. How were you getting home?" 

"I'm fine." Kate said.

"You want us to leave you hear with the pervs? I don't think so. Youre safe. I promise. We just want to take care of you." Kate looked at them one at a time, imagining them running their tongues over her naked body and she giggled. 

"Whats so funny?" Niko said smiling. 

"Nothing. I may need you two to get me home, I guess. I live downtown on Second Street."

"Dont worry. Well get you there."



Teachers Pets



College can give one more than just a mere scholastic education, if one is willing to be opening to such additional education. That is what I found out anyway. Now I'm not saying everyone's college education was, is, or will be anything like mine, but if you are lucky enough to get a Professor who is willing to teach you more than what's in the class schedule, well let me just say, you should definitely go for the extra credits assigned.

My first week of college was the most hectic week of my life. I was literally lost in the sea of buildings and classes. I was running late, again, to my Ancient History class and knew that Professor Samuels would once again point out this fact and make me the butt of yet another stupid joke in front of the whole class. To my surprise he said nothing when I snuck into the classroom almost ten minutes late. He merely asked me to stay after when the class was over.

The next two hours dragged by slowly. I wasn't really into what Professor Samuels was saying and I nodded off. I was brought back to reality by the sound of the ringing bell to signify the class was over. I got up and was hoping to leave unnoticed but the Professor called out to me just as I reached the door.

"Young Jake," he said with a tone of authority. "Please step over to my desk."

I turned and walked slowly over to his desk in the far front corner of the room.

"Yes Professor Samuels," I said as I neared his desk. "I'm sorry I was late again today. I guess I haven't got the timing down just yet to get from one class to another."

"It's not a matter of timing son," he said looking up from his chair. "It's a matter of discipline."

"Discipline Sir?" I asked a little befuddled.

"Discipline Jake," he answered. "One must be disciplined in order to have order in ones life. Or one must be in fear of discipline to keep ones life in order."

"Yes Sir." I said slowly with a confused look.

"I can see from your expression that you don't quite understand what I just said."

"Well not really Sir." I replied, still looking confused.

"Well let me explain this in easier terms," he said getting up from his chair and moving around his desk. He sat down on the corner of his desk and faced me. "Let me take a shot in the dark here Jake. I am guessing you have always been late for most everything in your life, have you not?'

"I guess so Professor," I replied looking down to the floor, embarrassed that I was being lectured on promptness by my college Professor just like my mom use to lecture me. "I can just never seem to get going on time and it just slowly catches up as the day goes by."

"And has anyone done anything to get you to change this tardy mindset you seem to live by?"

"I don't understand Sir?" I asked.

"Did your parents punish you in anyway for your lateness?"

"Not really Sir."

"What about in high school?" he asked standing up and walking behind me. I could feel his eyes scanning me up and down. "What did they do about your lateness?"

"They changed my classes around so I didn't have any morning classes or to many classes in a row."

"So they all coddled you and your tardiness?" He asked as he sat down now on the other front corner of the desk.

"Well I wouldn't say coddled Sir." I half laughed.

"Well you can choose your own term if you like," Professor Samuels said as he stood up. "But now you are a college man, and that brings with it some responsibilities, mainly learning to discipline yourself. And if you are not capable to discipline yourself, than someone else needs to discipline you. Do you understand this Jake?"

"I think so Sir." I replied not really knowing what the hell he was really talking about.

"So then Jake," he said as he walked around me again. Again I felt his eyes caress my body. "Starting tomorrow, if you are late for my class, you will be disciplined. Do you understand?"

"Disciplined?" I asked. "How will I be disciplined?"

"That is up to me," he laughed and tapped my head. "And for you to wonder about, you may leave now Jake."

I stood there for a few seconds before turning to leave the room. Once in the hallway I looked back into the room, Professor Samuels was sitting at his desk smiling. I could have sworn I saw him wink at me before I headed off down the hallway.

The next morning I awoke early. I had stopped by the local drugstore and bought a second alarm clock. It was a wind up model, one of those old fashioned ones with the two big brass bells on the top. When the alarm went off its loud ringing of the bells got me up and running, at least across the room to where I had set the clock, forcing myself to get out of bed to shut it off.

It was a great start to the day, but it went downhill fast from there and by the time Professor Samuels's class was starting, I found myself running across the lawn in front of the History building. I got to the door of his classroom four minutes late. I dreaded what was to come as I opened the door and sneaked to my seat. I felt some relief that maybe he hadn't noticed since he was writing intently on the blackboard and never looked in my direction. But when the bell rang I knew he had noticed.

"Jake," he announced loudly. "Would you stay after please?"

I froze halfway out of my chair. Oh crap I thought, here it comes another boring lecture on being late. Blah, blah, blah.

"Come with me Jake." Professor Samuels said as he got up from his desk and walked to his private office door. He opened the door and waited for me to step through. When I did he closed the door and I thought I heard a lock click.

"So, I see you did not take our little talk seriously," He said walking over to his desk. "Now what should I make of that?"

"But Professor Samuels," I replied. "I tried, I even bought a second alarm clock and got up early but things just sort of happened."

"Things don't just sort of happen, Jake," he said looking me in the eyes. "You make them happen. You let them happen"

I stood silent. I had no idea of what to say next.

"So, since you can not seem to discipline yourself," He smiled. "I take it that you would like me to discipline you."

"What Sir?" I asked loudly and confused.

"Well, I gave you your chance to begin to self-discipline, but that didn't seem to work now did it?"

"But you don't mean you expect me to let you discipline me for being late to class?"

"That is exactly what I mean Jake." Professor Samuels smiled.

"But, how, why," I stammered.

"Well Jake if you are to ever amount to anything you must have a disciplined life." He said. "Now since this is your first infraction I will let you choose how you will be disciplined."

"Oh really," I asked. "And just what are my choices?"

"Well, you will either be spanked with this paddle," He smiled pulling a small wooden paddle from his desk drawer. "Tomorrow in front of your entire class, or..."

"No way Professor," I laughed. "You ain't spanking me in front of nobody."

"Or, I will spank you here and now, but you will have to drop your pants."

"What?" I half screamed.

"Jake, do you really want to go through life so undisciplined?" He asked. "One must accept discipline in order to get ones life in order. And it sure would be bad for an undisciplined young man to fail his first semester of college because of his refusal to be disciplined."

"Are you serious Professor?" 

"Very serious Jake," he replied slapping the paddle lightly on the palm of his hand. "You have got to learn there are consequences to living an undisciplined life."

I stood there for a couple of minutes, thinking about what he had said. I had to admit I did have a problem with controlling my life, and I couldn't afford to fail my first semester. I also didn't want to be spanked in front of the entire class tomorrow.

"So how many spanks would it be, Professor?" I finally asked.

"Five for the first time." he replied. "But just keep in mind, the disciplines increase as the infractions continue."

"Okay Professor, I will take the five spanks here." I said reluctantly.

The professor watched as I undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees.

"Underwear to Jake," he ordered. "One must be fully exposed to discipline in order to fully accept it."

I blushed as I pulled my underwear down to my knees and bent over the front of the desk. I could sense the Professor staring at my bare ass. I readied myself for the first swat. I felt a slight breeze flutter across my ass a split second before I felt the sting of the wooden paddle strike my bare ass. I held in the yelp I wanted to scream out. I tightened up and waited for the rest of the swats, they came in two quick bursts of two. After the fifth swat I felt the Professor's hand gently rub my ass where he had just spanked me.

"Well that should stay red for a while," he said as he rubbed my ass. "Nice and warm too. Now pull up your pants, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes Professor." I said as I zipped up my pants and blinked my eyes to stop the tears from falling.

"Maybe you will be on time tomorrow?" he said then laughed and added. "Or maybe you will need a new discipline."

"Yes Professor." I said as I left his office and ran through the classroom and out into the hall. I quickly ran down to the restrooms and checked that there was no one else in it and pulled down my pants and underwear and turned my ass to the mirror. I could see a nice wide red spot on my ass cheek. I felt it with my hand, it was warm. But that wasn't the only thing that had warmed up when the Professor made me drop my pants and get spanked. I stepped into one of the stalls and leaned over the toilet and began to stroke my now hard cock. It didn't take but a minute of jacking off before I shot my load into the toilet. I stood there squeezing my cock and shaking it over the toilet. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped the last drops of cum from the head of my cock and dropped the paper in the stool and flushed it. I did up my pants and left the bathroom, a smile on my face.

The next day I awoke early, but purposely made sure I was late for Professor Samuel's class. Just like yesterday I was asked to stay behind and was led into his private office.

"I'm sorry Professor; I really tried to get here on time today." I think he knew I was lying for a big grin formed on his face.

"Well you know the rules, each day the discipline will increase."

"Yes Professor."

"So today, you will be spanked ten times."

"Yes Professor, I understand."

"But you will be naked when you are spanked today."

"What?" This little twist shocked me. I wouldn't be able to conceal my excitement if I was completely naked.

"Strip Jake and prepare to be disciplined." Professor Samuels ordered.

I couldn't believe I was doing this but I stripped down to my underwear. I was trying to remove them without the Professor being able to see my raging hard-on, I was unsuccessful.

"So it looks like you are one to enjoy discipline." Professor Samuels said as he swatted my bare ass with the paddle.

"I'm sorry Sir; I don't know why that happened."

"Well since it did, you will jack off as I spank you."

"Yes Sir." I said with a nervous but eager tone to my voice as I felt the second swat hit my ass. I grabbed my throbbing cock and began to jack off. The timing was almost perfect for I shot my load on his desk seconds after he swatted my bare ass for the tenth time. I stayed bent over his desk squeezing my cock and milking the last drops of cum out of it.

"Oh damn that felt good." I moaned softly. I felt the Professor's hand rubbing my heated ass. When his hand touched my stinging flesh it sent a shiver up and down my body.

"Such a nice tender ass to be spanking." He commented as he gently rubbed my now red and tender ass.

"Thank you Sir."

"You may dress now," Professor Samuels said. "I wonder if you'll be on time tomorrow."

"I will try Sir." I smiled; we both knew I would be late.

{tbc}



Teacher's Pets



Reba Lyon started masturbating in her grade twelve English class to relieve the boredom of her preachy, prolix teacher, Ms. Kiss. Reba slipped her finger down under her plaid school uniform skirt, inside her pink panties, and in her wet vaginal opening. She slowly slid her finger in and out, tickling her G-spot. 

"In the totalitarian society of Orwell's novel, the government uses fear to control the people," Kiss told her class, students in St. Anne's Catholic Secondary School in Toronto. 

Connie, an 18-year-old, plain-looking, pimple-faced classmate, noticed Reba's fingering, and took furtive glances at her from a few desks in front and to the left of Reba. Breathing heavier, she started fingering herself, too.

"In the totalitarian society of Aldous Huxley's novel, the powers that be use pleasure to manipulate the masses: a drug called 'soma' gives the people a high that serves as a mental vacation from their daily troubles; also, right from childhood, the people are subjected to hypnopaedia, subliminal messages given to them while they're sleeping to train their minds to make them grow into the kinds of people the government wants them to be. They become docile, obedient, and happily accepting of the life to which they're predestined."

One 18-year-old boy sitting next to Reba noticed what she was doing; he sent a text message to a male friend of his (the same age as him), one sitting diagonally to the right of Reba. The text message said to get video of Reba's masturbating. The second boy surreptitiously held his cell-phone, set to camera, pointing at Reba's crotch.

Reba, a pretty, petite 18-year-old with black eyes and dyed black hair, wasn't aware of anyone watching her, so she continued touching herself (had she known she was being watched, she wouldn't have cared anyway). Her labia were swollen, her clitoris rock-hard, and her vagina dripping wet. Sighing, she looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:10. Fuck, she thought; another forty minutes of listening to this bitch ramble on about the virtues of anarchism versus the evils of the state. Ms. Kiss, just give us an assignment and put us into groups, please. Her finger tickled her clitoris, and she could feel an orgasm coming soon. She sighed softly.

Trying to ignore the rude ignoring and undisguised boredom she was getting from her class, Ms. Kiss went on. "Fear and pleasure, powerful tools for the government to use to trick you into doing their bidding. Extreme states of fear or pleasure make the mind especially vulnerable to the power of suggestion, or mind manipulation."

The boy sitting next to Reba couldn't wait to see the video his friend was getting. I hope he's got the angle right for the camera, he thought. Still, he used his imagination as he watched her sighing and fingering herself. 

Connie was enjoying herself too. Leaning her head on her hand and staring at Reba's crotch, Connie was masturbating as furiously as the object of her lesbian love was. 

With a sigh not of lust but of annoyance, Kiss went on. "The media, with its twisting of the facts to serve the government's nefarious agenda, is one way they manipulate you. Another possible way could be to drug, or somehow alter the healthful effectiveness of, our food. Monsanto, protected by US government laws now, could do something like that south of the border with their 'genetically modified' food. The Conservative Party of Canada may do it here one day, too."

Reba's pussy was dripping wet; her finger was vibrating against her clit with phenomenal, tireless speed. Finally, she came in her panties, though her agape mouth and sighing seemed to Ms. Kiss to be a yawn. 

"Ms. Lyon, I'm sorry, am I boring you?!" Kiss suddenly snapped at Reba, who straightened up and tried to pretend to be interested, as did Connie and those two boys. "I know you'd much rather fiddle with Facebook on your cellphones, one of many forms of media that world governments are trying to manipulate to their advantage, but what I have to say will surely affect your future. So this is important! Only stupid, superficial people waste their time pursuing pleasure; smart people look for the meaning under it all. You're a smart girl, Ms. Lyon. I suggest you listen up!"

"Yes, Ms. Kiss (my ass)," Reba said, whispering the last two words.

After class, Ms. Kiss stood in the hall by the doorway to her classroom, watching all the students pass by. She didn't notice those two boys watching and enjoying the well-recorded video close-up of Reba touching herself, but she did notice another teacher looking over at some people with suspicion in his eyes. Ms. Kiss walked over to him.

"Brent? What's wrong?" she asked. "You seem to see something worrying."

"I do," he said. "Have you ever noticed something funny about Bing's students? The female ones, I mean?"

"Oh?" she asked. "What about them?"

"They're always smiling whenever they go into Bing's classroom," Brent said. "In any other class, the girls look as bored as everyone else."

"I don't see what you mean. Look at those two girls, Connie and Mary. They're going into Mr. Broder's class, and they're not smiling."

"Anna, Mary's fat, and Connie's pimple-faced."

"So what? You mean, only his pretty female students are thrilled to take his class?"

"Seems that way."

"Reba Lyon's one of Bing's students; she's going in now, with Connie and Mary. She's one of the prettiest girls here, and she's pouting. You should've seen the attitude she was giving me a half hour ago."

"I'll bet Broder will get her smiling soon enough," Brent insisted.

"Oh, Brent, you're being paranoid."

"You're a fine one to talk, Miss conspiracy theorist, always going on about the government. Now here's Broder, a Jewish convert to Catholicism, who comes here from America to teach chemistry three years ago, not too long before our old student Winnie Smits went missing, by the way. Since when do Jews convert to Christianity much anymore? We aren't living in antisemitic turn-of-the-century Europe. And he doesn't have any recognizable Semitic features; he looks like a square-jawed WASP to me." The bell rang, three o'clock.

"Are you sure I'm more paranoid than you?" Kiss asked. "Bye, Brent. Gotta get back to class."

"Bye, Anna," Brent said, then left.

Those two boys were still enjoying the video of Reba masturbating as they went into Mr. Broder's chemistry class. Some other boys came over to take a look.

"Damn, that's hot," the boy who owned the cell-phone said as they watched Reba's finger twitching under her exposed panties, tickling her clitoris. "She always was a bad girl." 

In the chemistry classroom, Broder, a man in his 50s, walked past Reba, who was talking to Connie.

"You gonna dance at 'Holly's' tonight, Reba?" Connie asked. "I can't wait to see you there again."

"Shut up, zit-face," Reba snapped. "I don't want to whole world to know."

"Sorry," Connie said, desperate for Reba's friendship.

"You blab like that again, and I'll tell everyone here you're a lez," Reba warned in whispers. "You're lucky I tolerate you at all, always going over there and seeing me. These homophobic girls would beat you up if they knew. You'd probably go missing, like Winnie. I'll bet she's six feet under...ooh! An ugly way to die."

Broder now knew: Reba was a stripper at 'Holly's', a strip joint on Yonge Street. He knew where he was going that night. He stood before his class, ready to start teaching, but for the moment he just smiled at all the pretty girls smiling back at him, as well as at the prettiest one of all--frowning Reba.

*******

Mr. Broder showed up at 'Holly's' around ten o'clock that night. He sat at the tip rail, causing Connie, also there, to sneak away and hide in the back. Ignoring the not-so-attractive older woman spreading her legs onstage, he impatiently waited for Reba. The older woman finished her floorshow and left, then the DJ played 'Dig It', an old song by Skinny Puppy.

"And now," the DJ announced, "let's give a big hand for this very sexy lady: here's...Reba."

Broder and Connie had bigger grins on their faces than all the other customers combined. 

Oh, why'd you have to come here tonight, Broder? Connie wondered. I wanna see Reba up at the front; you're ruining my fun. 

Reba came on the stage in a black evening gown and high heels. Her face was made up like a Goth girl: black lipstick, dark eyeshadow, thick black mascara, eyeliner, and eyebrow pencil, and white powder all over her face. She was the sexiest zombie he'd ever seen, moving sinuously all over the stage. He watched her with rapt attention, but she, apparently stoned, hadn't noticed him...yet.

She removed her dress at the end of her first song, revealing a black lace bra and thong. All the customers cheered, Broder and Connie being the loudest. It was now that Reba noticed him. Indeed, because she was high, she simply grinned and giggled at the situation, instead of feeling hugely embarrassed.

Oh God, she thought; my teacher's gonna see me naked in a minute. Hope he likes my undies.

Indeed, a minute into her second song, 'Headhunter', by Front 242, she removed her bra, revealing her small but firm breasts, with light pink areolae. He smiled at the sight of them; she giggled and waved at him.

At the end of that song, she removed her thong, revealing her soft little tuft of brown pubic hair. Again, she grinned in mild embarrassment as her teacher's eyes roamed around her naked body, admiring her soft, white skin.

Her last song began, 'Closer', by Nine Inch Nails. She wrapped a black, feathery boa around her body, in part to tease the men, but also to lessen her embarrassment before Broder. She crawled around the stage, strategically letting the boa fall between her legs when she was to let him see her secret places; though the other customers got to see her pussy and asshole, he didn't.

Connie got to see, and she was practically drooling. Oh, please Reba, she thought, let me lick you one of these nights. 

The song ended, and she got off the stage, reaching for her dress. He quickly went up to her.

"Oh, please, Reba," he begged. "Don't cover your lovely body."

"But sir," she said, sitting at the side of the stage and using her arms and legs to cover her nakedness. "Haven't you seen enough?"

"No, I haven't, actually," he insisted, gently taking her by the hands and slowly bringing her to her feet. "You wouldn't let me see your vulva and anus, you naughty girl."

"Naughty?" she giggled shyly as his eyes looked up and down her body. "Showing them is what would've been naughty."

"You're high, aren't you?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'm starting to peak on ecstasy, and I smoked a joint before I went onstage. It lowers my inhibitions before stripping."

"Oh, I know all about that. Could we go into one of the VIP rooms, please?"

"Oh, OK," she said reluctantly, and they went into one. She brought a glass of vodka and orange juice with her. He sat on a couch and she, still naked, sat on a chair facing him. She put her drink on a small table to his left. "You're not gonna get me in trouble with the school for working here and doing dope, are you?"

"No, of course not. You could get me equally in trouble for lusting after you; but you won't, will you?"

"No. If you're cool with my bad girl ways, I'll be cool with you being a perv. Deal?" She put out her hand to shake his.

"Deal." He shook her hand.

A new song began, 'Anarchy In the UK', by the Sex Pistols, and she got up and started to sway her hips slowly to the music.

"Ms. Kiss would love this song," she said. "It does nothing for me."

He raised his hands to touch her legs.

Stopping his hands, she said, "No, no touching. I can touch you, but you don't touch me, OK?"

"OK," he sighed in disappointment. She slowly turned around, and he admired her soft, small, round buttocks. She spread her legs out wide and bent over; finally, he got to see her pretty pink pussy, with very little hair around it. Disliking hairy girls, he was pleased. Though she didn't know it was showing (as she hadn't known onstage), her pretty, puckered, beige asshole was gloriously exposed, too. Having an appetite for anal sex and anilingus, Broder was delighted. Had she known what he wanted to do with that second hole, she would have been careful never to let him see it; but there it was, vulnerably displayed.

Looking back in his eyes from between her legs, and not believing she was high enough to go along with flashing for her chemistry teacher, she stretched her labia out wide to open her vagina for him. As she was occupied with this, she hadn't noticed him drop a small white pill into her drink. It quickly dissolved and became invisible.

She sat on his lap and began rubbing her soft, smooth buttocks against his rock-hard erection. As she continued grinding on his cock, she reached over for her drink. She took a big gulp: he was glad, for he knew his drugs took effect quickly.

"Eww," she said. "This tastes a little weird." Nonetheless, she gulped down the last of it, put the glass back on the side table and continued her grinding.

The tingling of the ecstasy, already at its peak, was now augmented by the new drug, which gave her a euphoria that made E seem like placebos. The dim lights glowed with vivid colours; she felt an electrified thrill shoot through her body. It also seemed as though her ego was dissolving, and becoming almost indistinguishable from his, causing her to feel a deep, empathetic love for him. What an amazing high!

She was grinning in a way that, had she been sober, would have made the soreness in her cheeks unbearable. She looked back at her teacher with spaced-out, but loving eyes. He reached over to touch her tits. 

"How do you feel?" he asked, confidently cupping her breasts in his hands.

"Amazing," she sighed. "Do my breasts...feel good? Do you like...how soft...they are?"

"Oh, yes," he grunted, gyrating his thighs in rhythm to her grinding. He put his right hand on her pussy, tickling her hard clitoris with his index finger and sliding his long finger in her wet cunt. She sighed with pleasure.

"Do you...like how...my pussy feels? Oh!"

"Yeah, it feels wonderful." His finger reached for her G-spot. Finding it, he tickled her there.

"Ah!" she squealed. His fingers felt much better than her own very capable masturbating, though she couldn't imagine how her dorky old teacher could feel her up so expertly. 

"Are you still afraid about getting in trouble at school?" he asked in grunts. 

"No, sir...I trust you...Oh!...You're so great...Ah!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Oh, being buried alive. I've seen...a few horror movies...where that happens. Scary shit...Oh!"

"I see." He kept tickling her clit; she was approaching orgasm. 

She looked back in his eyes, trying to regain some sense of lucidity, for she knew she was way too high for her own good. She asked, "What...do you think...ever happened...to Winnie Smits? Ah!"

Looking away from her and frowning slightly, he said, "I don't know. I guess she's dead."

"Yeah...Murdered and buried...But not...buried alive, I hope. Oh!" She came, soaking his fingers. 

He brought his come-covered fingers up to his mouth, and sucked and licked them clean. "Mmm, tasty," he said. 

She got up, turned around, and sat on his lap again, facing him. "That felt...fucking great. Thank you, sir."

"You love me, don't you?" he asked.

Influenced by her augmented high, she sighed, "Yes, sir. I love you."

"You love me, and I love you." He looked hard in her eyes.

"I love you, and you love me," she said with willing obedience.

"You love me, and I love you," he repeated.

"I love you, and you love me."

"You love me, and I love you."

"I love you, and you love me."

"Good," he said, then they got up. He paid her for the lap dances and left. 

A half hour after he was gone, she finally came down from her high. The ecstasy high was also wearing off. At the end of the night, she got a ride home from a friend stripper. As she sat in the car, she thought about what had happened. 

Was I ever high! she thought; I can't believe I actually let him feel me up and masturbate me. He has good hands, I'll give him that. That must have been the most powerful ecstasy ever made. Normally I make a conscious effort not to lose control, but I just couldn't that time!

She arrived at her home, and got out of the car. 

I don't know how much longer I can get away with stripping before my parents find out, she thought; I'm still doing it, though, even though I know they'd never approve. The money's great, I get to get high all the time, and I like being a bad girl. My school will never approve of my working in 'Holly's', of course, and that could be a big problem. What if Broder tells everyone? It could ruin my future. I've gotta think of a way not to let that happen. They'll be on his side if I tell them he felt me up there. They always stand by their teachers, those authoritarian cunts! I'll have to give him sexual favours to keep him quiet: ugh!

********

The next day, when chemistry class ended, she saw a few smiling pretty girls leave, cheerfully saying goodbye to Mr. Broder. Then Reba was all alone with him. She sat at a chair next to his desk, where he was sitting and writing.

Nervous and frowning, she asked, "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"What?" he asked, as though the night before hadn't happened. Absorbed with his writing, he didn't even look at her.

"You know what I mean, don't make me say it. What do you want me to do so you won't tell everybody about last night?"

"I told you, he said calmly, still writing. "I won't tell anyone."

"How can I know for sure you'll keep your promise? My future's at stake." She was on the verge of tears.

"Here," he said, holding a plate of cookies. "Have one. They're real tasty."

"OK," she said, taking one and biting off a big chunk. "How can I be sure you really won't tell anybody?"

"Because it's in my interests not to have anyone know about my being in 'Holly's', either. I could get in trouble, too."

"With your reputation, never." She ate the rest of the cookie. "They'd never believe me if I accused you. You teachers have...too much...power." Everything she saw soon became bright and shiny, with vivid colours. She quickly found herself in a dreamlike state, her identity and his being difficult to differentiate. 

"Get up, go over and lock the door, sweetie," he said gently.

Enjoying the high, she did as she was told, even gladly, then went back and sat down, smiling in adoration of him.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart," he said, caressing her cheek. "You know I love you."

"Yes, sir," she said, grinning. "You love me." Electric tingling was taking over her again, better than any ecstasy.

"Now, let me see that pretty body of yours again, sweetie. Take all your clothes off."

"Yes, sir." She began unbuttoning her white uniform blouse.

"There's a good girl." He smiled a loving, avuncular grin. "There's no fear, no hurt, no pain here. Just love."

"Just love, sir." In her white lace bra now, she undid her plaid uniform skirt and dropped it on the floor, revealing her white panties.

"Lovely," he said, ogling her underwear. "Continue undressing."

She took off her shoes and socks, then her bra, and finally she slipped out of her panties. She now stood completely naked before him. 

"What a beautiful body you have, sweetie," he said, sighing as he looked at her breasts and pubic hair.

"Thank you, sir," she said, grinning from ear to ear and giggling.

"Turn around for me."

She did, and when her buttocks were facing him, he told her to stop, spread her legs, and bend over. She did as she was told.

Looking back at him upside-down from between her legs, she was displaying her asshole and pussy for him. He spread her buttocks wider, opening her anus for a better look.




Teacher's Pets



"Last night I didn't get a good chance to see your pretty anus, sweetie, so I'm checking it out now," he said, gently sliding his index finger an inch or so inside. "Very clean, immaculate even."

"I just came from the shower in PE class. I don't like to stink down there," she said. 

"Good. Now, sit on my lap."

She did. He held her naked body in his arms as a father would innocently hold his daughter. He gently, slowly rocked her back and forth, and looked into her eyes.

"You will forget everything we've been doing here, from when I told you to lock the door, until after you're dressed and you're leaving the room. Understand?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she said, still smiling, in a kind of hypnosis.

"You will come to my home tonight for dinner," he went on, giving her his address on a scrap piece of paper. "You'll eat a wonderful meal there. You'll tell your parents you're going to a sleep-over party with some of your female classmates, with whom you'll be studying, so you'll say. Wear your school uniform: I like it."

"Yes, sir."

"You let me touch you in 'Holly's' because you like me to touch you. You're naked with me now because you like to take your clothes off for me."

"I-I do?" she asked in slurred words.

"Yes, of course. You love me. You've always been in love with me."

"I love you, sir."

"Yes. You love me, and I love you. Say it," he commanded.

"You love me, and I love you."

"You love me, and I love you."

"You love me, and I love you," she repeated again. 

"You love me, and I love you."

"You love me, and I love you."

"Good," he said. "Now put your clothes back on and leave. As you walk out the door, you'll slowly regain your ability to control yourself (except for coming to my home tonight), and you'll again be aware of what's happening."

"Yes, sir," she said, then reached for her panties.

Just as he instructed, she got dressed and left the classroom, surprised to 'learn' that the door was locked.

*******

On the bus that night on her way to Bing's house, Reba thought hard till her brain hurt trying to remember what had happened in his classroom that afternoon.

I was high, real fuckin' high! she thought. A buzz just like last night's. My cheeks are still sore from smiling. That cookie he gave me: it must have been drugged! I finished coming down from the high only an hour ago or so. He must have drugged me last night, too; put a pill in my drink when I wasn't looking. The bastard! Yet, I 'love' him, I really do feel like I'm in love with him. Why? It must have been the drugs. The drugs must also be why I feel compelled to go to his home tonight. If only I could remember what he did with me, said to me, when I was high in his classroom. He must have taken advantage of me, undressed me, felt me up. I vaguely, ever so vaguely, sense that that's what he did. Did he...put his finger in my butt? Eww! As I'm with him in his home, I've got to fight whatever high he gives me. I can fight any drugs, even the toughest. But his are different. If only I could openly, bodily resist him: he seems to have my brain programmed to do his bidding.

She got off the bus two blocks from his house, and noticed about a dozen other girls in Catholic school uniforms walking in the direction she was going in. As she got closer to them, she noticed they were all girls from her school! All in grade twelve, all pretty, and all grinning, as if they'd just eaten his dope cookies. Now she was scared. Still, she felt compelled to go with the others to his house, as hard as she fought in her mind to resist. By resisting, all she was giving herself, though, was a splitting headache. 

They reached his front porch, and a curvy, buxom blonde rang the doorbell. Bing, in a black tuxedo, opened the door, and all the girls quietly went inside.

They all went into his dining room, where a sumptuous feast was prepared. All the girls found chairs at the sides of the long table and sat down. Broder sat at one end of the table, Reba at the other.

"Let's all welcome Reba Lyon to our group," he said, holding up a glass of water in a toast to her.

"Welcome, Reba," all the grinning girls intoned almost mechanically.

"Uh, hi," she said, faking a smile badly.

"Just a few more dishes have to be served, then you can all eat."

"You're not eating, sir?" Reba asked.

"I already ate earlier tonight. This food is all for you," he said.

Of course, she thought; It's all drugged. She held her tongue, though, for fear that revealing what she knew about his schemes, she'd be putting herself in danger. 

A naked servant came into the dining room and put a plate of roast lamb on the table; Reba's eyes almost popped out of her head to see the fair-skinned nakedness of the servant, a girl of about 21 or 22 years of age, with a now predictably drug-induced smile, and hair dyed crimson red. She had heavy makeup on that seemed to disguise her identity; all the same, Reba thought she looked vaguely familiar.

Strangely, the other girls weren't at all shocked to see this beautiful naked servant, who had a curvy body, almost pale skin, large breasts, and a shaved pussy. Reba assumed the other girls were all too stoned to care. Everyone began eating; everyone, that is, except Reba.

"Reba?" he asked. "Aren't you hungry?"

Afraid there would be consequences if she rudely refused to eat, and still feeling strangely compelled to pick up her knife and fork, she slowly began to eat with the others. 

I can fight a high, she thought as she cautiously chewed. I can control myself when stoned; I've done it before, I can do it again. I can fight even the most intense highs. I'll pretend to be one of his girls, to know what he's up to, but I'll never really be one of them. He'll never...get into my...head. Tomorrow, I'll involve...the police...

After dinner, everyone went into his large guest room. The naked servant gave each girl a glass of wine from a tray. Everyone drank, including an increasingly weak-willed Reba. The high was now even more potent. Only Mr. Broder wasn't high, of course. 

Fight the high, she thought in her wooziness. Fight...it...

"OK," he announced from his chair at the end of the room opposite the girls. "Who would like to please me first?"

All the girls, even Reba, raised their hands and shouted enthusiastically to have the honour of being the first one. Broder chose one particularly loud girl, a busty brunette. She quickly went up to stand before him at his chair.

"Tiffany," he said. "Let's see that beautiful body of yours."

Giggling, she began to undress. Off went her white uniform blouse and miniskirt to reveal her white bra and panties. She blushed a bit, but the high of the drug--causing her and all the other girls to see bright, vivid colours, 'breathing' walls and furniture, and geometrical patterns on everything--had put her in such a blissful, nirvanic state that she'd happily do anything for her beloved and loving teacher.

She removed her black dress shoes and knee-high socks, then timidly unclipped her bra, showing off her large, delicious tits. The bra fell to the floor, then she slid out of her panties to reveal her freshly-shaved pubic region. With the panties draping her ankles, she pulled her bare feet through the leg-holes and kicked her underwear aside. She was now standing completely naked before everyone. 

"Good," he said, looking up and down at her tanned body, as were all the other girls. "You shaved off that excessive pubic hair, as I'd asked you to do."

"Yes, sir," she said, looking down at herself and back up at him with anxious eyes. "I wanted to please you: do you like this better?"

"Yes," he said. "Much better, so far. But did you shave all the hair off, including what surrounded your vulva and anus?"

"Yes, sir. Tanya helped me." Tanya, a redhead standing at the back, nodded in agreement.

"Turn around and bend over, sweetheart. Let me see. Spread your legs out wide."

She obeyed him without hesitation. Looking back at him upside-down from between her wide-open legs, she was even more anxious about whether he liked what he saw or not. He put his hands on her buttocks and pushed them out wide, opening her vagina and anus to get a better look. There wasn't an unshaven pubic hair to be seen anywhere on her.

He smiled in approval; she sighed with relief.

"Sit on my lap, sweetie," he said gently. She did. "I remember how you cried a week ago after knowing that I didn't like all that hair. But it's all better now, isn't it?" He smiled and cuddled with her.

"Yes, sir," she giggled, thrilled that he was pleased, and that she could feel his bulging erection poking through his pants under her behind, proving that he meant what he said.

"Do you feel how happy you've made him?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she giggled. A tear ran down her cheek. "He's very happy down there."

"Why don't you get up, sweetie, turn around, bend over and spread your legs so all the girls can see how beautiful you are? Go on, don't be shy: this is your moment of pride."

"OK." Grinning, she she stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed all the girls her pussy and asshole, as she'd shown him. 

"Doesn't she look beautiful naked, girls?" he asked them.

"Yes," the girls sighed.

"Doesn't she make you all want to make love with her?" he asked.

"Yes," the girls moaned in lesbian unison.

"You all enjoy lesbian sex with each other, don't you?"

"Yes," they said, including Reba, amazingly.

Indeed, all the girls, even Reba, gazed on Tiffany's holes with admiration, though in the back of Reba's mind, she couldn't understand why she wasn't grossed out by Tiffany's immodest display. Reba, as did the other girls, even felt lesbian cravings for Tiffany. Did Broder's mere words have that much power over them?

Are Broder's drugs making me horny for girls? Reba thought. He must have drugged me last night at 'Holly's': why else would I, even when stoned on just ecstasy and pot, have allowed him to feel me up? That's how he made me come! I would never have come had he fingered me without drugging me. I see the other girls are salivating and licking their lips at the sight of Tiffany's body; it's obviously his drugs in our food that's making them do that. He must have been feeding the other girls in our class his dope cookies: I'm one of his newest recruits. I've got to fight this high...fight this high...

"OK, Tiffany," he said. "That will be all for now. You can go upstairs to my bedroom and wait for us. Masturbate while you're waiting, and when the other girls join you up there, one by one, make love with them till I arrive."

"Yes, sir," she said, then straightened up. He gently spanked her on the behind as she walked away, making her giggle with excitement.

"Who will be next?" he asked.

"Me! Me!" all the girls shouted, even Reba, though she was less enthusiastic. Her efforts at resistance were giving her worse and worse migraines.

"Jenny," he said, calling the buxom blonde who rang the doorbell when the girls arrived. "I'll see your body now."

Jenny hurried over to him and immediately began undressing, swaying her hips and smiling like Salome as she unbuttoned her uniform blouse.

"I like your attitude, Jenny," he said, his grin mirroring hers. "You like to get naked for me, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," she said with a lewd smirk and a giggle.

The blouse came off, displaying a light blue lace brassiere, ornately designed with flowery patterns. It jealously cupped her large breasts like selfish, possessive hands. Her undone skirt fell to the floor, revealing her panties.

She turned around and pointed her pantied ass at his face, wiggling her bum as she took off her shoes and socks. He patted her on the bum; she giggled in response. 

Now barefoot, she straightened up, turned around and unclipped her bra, pulling it off with a proud wiggle of her tits and a wide grin.

"What a pair of beauties!" he groaned.

Giggling with flattery, she pulled down her panties and stood naked before everyone, her brown pubic hair neatly trimmed for his viewing pleasure.

"OK, turn around, bend over and spread 'em, as Tiffany did," he said. "I need to check your holes."

Jenny quickly did as she was told, enthusiastic about showing off to him. She held her buttocks wide open, looking back at him for the approving reaction she was confident she'd get. 

"Good," he said as he checked her candy cunt and caramel asshole, sliding his fingers in and out of both holes. "Nice and clean. Now, straighten up and let all the girls see."

She did, and all the girls moaned and sighed in lecherous lesbian approval. Though Reba felt it too, she still couldn't understand how his drugs could have so powerful an influence on girls who'd always been vehemently homophobic, including herself. Indeed, the only reason she tolerated Connie ogling her at 'Holly's' was to get lap-dance money from her. Now, Reba sensed she would be licking pussy later on, willy-nilly, and even liking it.

Speaking of pussy-licking, Jenny then hurried upstairs to the bedroom to do just that with Tiffany. Next to undress was a short, petite brunette named Sandra.

As she began unbuttoning her blouse, Sandra had a bright grin and a twinkle in her eye as she asked Broder, "Sir, I'm having my period now: will it be anal tonight, or oral?" 

"Decisions, decisions," he said with a lecherous smirk as her blouse came off, revealing a light green bra that covered her tiny tits. "You have such a cute face, baby; and those sweet lips would feel heavenly as they caressed my phallus. But I'll have to see what your anus looks like first, before I can choose wisely."

"OK," she said. In only her bra and panties now, she was taking off her shoes and socks. She quickly got out of her underwear and turned around, fearing that he wouldn't like her practically flat chest. She spread her legs, pushed her butt out, and bent over so he could see her puckered asshole, which looked back at him, wanting a kiss. She looked back at him anxiously from around her right shoulder as he opened her dark brown anus and fingered it. "Do you like it, sir?"

Admiring the ring's puckered wrinkles, he said, "Yes, I will enjoy going inside there."

"Thank you, sir," she said, giggling.

"Run upstairs and join the others." She did.

He checked all the other girls in the same way before sending each one naked up to his bedroom to join the growing lesbian orgy. The next girl was the redhead Tanya. Then there was a black girl, then three white girls (brunettes), then two Asian girls, then a blonde girl, and finally, an hour after dinner was finished, Reba, who by now resigned herself to what she would soon do, though always keeping in mind her intention of informing the police the next day, once she'd finally come down from the high. Always fighting it, she tried to keep some residual sense of conscious awareness. 

Up in the bedroom, she saw all the naked girls in pairs, in 69 positions, except the blonde girl who preceded her: she was was on all fours with her ass pointed to the door, licking the pussy of one of the Asian girls. That Asian was lying on her back on the floor, while the other Asian was sitting on her face, getting eaten out. The blonde's pussy and asshole were on display, ready for Reba's lips and tongue to explore; and while that residually aware part of her mind was screaming, 'Eww! No, I'm not a lesbian!', the stoned remainder of her brain felt drawn to those two holes...

As soon as the blonde felt Reba's half-willing tongue taste her labia, she moaned with pleasure and pulled away from the Asian--who resumed a 69 with the other Asian--and got into a 69 of her own with Reba. Reba lay on her back on the floor, with the blonde's ass in her face.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Broder came into the room, wearing a bathrobe. Having taken some Viagra, he had his dick perpendicular to his standing body. He surveyed the room of lesbian pairings and smiled.

Tanya was on the floor, with Tiffany's ass in her face; Tanya was sliding her finger in and out of Tiffany's cunt while licking her pretty brown asshole. Broder coveted that asshole, and envied Tanya's tongue. Then he looked over at Sandra and Jenny: Sandra lay on the floor, licking Jenny's pussy and fingering her asshole. 

"Did you ever have to make up your mind?" he sang to himself as he looked back and forth among that quartet of quims.  After a minute or two of consideration, he chose Tiffany and Sandra, and took them from Tanya and Jenny, who now got together in a new 69 position. 

Sandra got on all fours, and Broder got on top of her, opening his robe and aiming his cock at her ass. Tiffany, taller than Sandra, got over her, putting her long legs on either side of Sandra's tiny body. Tiffany bent over, cupping Sandra's tiny breasts in her hands and gently kissing her neck, while Broder took a tube of anal lube from his bathrobe pocket and lubricated Sandra's asshole and his cock, then slid it in, slowly and carefully. As he fucked her ass, he licked Tiffany's asshole and pussy.  

"But sir," Tiffany sighed as she felt his tongue vibrate against the wrinkles of her anus. "That's where the poo comes out." She then giggled.

"That's right, sweetheart," he said. "And I want to worship it, because it's way too pretty for poo."

She giggled again, and resumed kissing Sandra's neck. 

His tongue slithered all over both of Tiffany's holes, tickling the wrinkles on her asshole and flickering against her labia. His lips hugged each labium alternately, then put his head between her legs and sucked on her hard clitoris. He licked up the growing moisture dripping from her vagina. 

His cock, sliding in and out of Sandra's tight virgin anus, throbbed with pleasure from that squeezing anal ring. She, too stoned to sense any pain, was convinced that the sensation of her gaping ass could only feel exhilarating. 

Reba couldn't believe she was actually eating out one of her classmates. Her tongue slid all over the blonde's vulva, flickering against the hard clitoris. Sometimes she sucked on that pretty pink pebble, at other times she sucked on each of the labia alternately. What especially surprised her was when she licked and kissed the girl's asshole.

Eww! the residually aware part of her thought. I'm actually tasting where this girl shits! I'm gonna catch some terrible disease, I'm sure. Yet, I'm getting horny! I actually like doing this. Why? This is so weird! Am I dreaming? I hope so: please, Reba, wake up fast, so I can puke in my toilet at home! 

After a few more minutes of fucking Sandra's ass and licking Tiffany, Broder opted for a change in girls. He pulled his cock out of Sandra's ass, and had those girls eat each other while he looked over at Jenny and Tanya.

"Tanya? Jenny?" he called over to them. "Come here, girls: I'd like to enjoy you both now."

"Yes, sir," both girls said simultaneously, then got up and went over to him. Jenny lay on her back on the floor, and he put his cock between her soft, large breasts. Tanya stood in front of him, opening her legs and using her hands to spread her pussy lips for his tongue and lips. Jenny wrapped her tits around his cock as tightly as she could, and he slid his cock back and forth on her chest, delighting in the sensation of her breasts' cushiony softness. His tongue danced on Tanya's clitoris, and she sighed and squealed with excitement. 

I don't...want to let...him fuck me, thought Reba as she continued licking the blonde's pink pussy and brown asshole. I must...regain my...self-control...

After a few minutes of fucking Jenny's tits, Broder stood up and told Tanya to lie on the floor, with Jenny squatting over her face. As Tanya licked Jenny's pussy and asshole, Jenny took his cock in her mouth. She kissed, licked, and sucked on his cock with a lascivious twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at him. 




Teacher's Pets



Moaning from the sweet feeling of Tanya's sizzling tongue, Jenny rocked her head back and forth on his cock faster and faster, and held his balls in her hand, gently shaking them and ticking his scrotum with her fingertips. She always looked up into his eyes, her face telling him how much she enjoyed her sweet submission to his will. 

When he was about to come, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, then rained his come all over her nose, her right eye, her left cheek, her lips, and her tongue. Always moaning from the licking she was getting from Tanya, Jenny looked up at her master and smiled as his come dripped down her face.

He didn't need to wait long for the Viagra to make his cock hard again, and he got down on top of Tanya, sliding his hard-on inside her delicious ginger pussy. Jenny left the room to wash her face in the bathroom. 

The blonde licking Reba's pussy was getting her so hot that she had difficulty concentrating on regaining her will. Her labia were swollen with pleasure, her clit was rock-hard, and her vagina felt like a phial full of liquid. She was within a minute of coming.

She was, in spite of herself, frantically and enthusiastically licking the blonde's pussy, her tongue paying no attention to how sore it felt from exhaustion. She was sliding her finger deep inside the blonde's asshole, and was as surprised with the lack of shit on her finger as she was with the very fact that she had her finger in there.

He must...tell these girls...to clean themselves...thoroughly, she thought as she kept on tirelessly licking, her tongue seeming to have a mind of its own.

Finally, she orgasmed, screaming out loud; the blonde greedily lapped up her ooze. Then the blonde ejaculated a few seconds later, her come splashing all over Reba's face like a few squirts from a hose. 

Gross! Reba thought, though the doped-up part of her mind liked it. The blonde got off of Reba and saw that the black girl was available for sex. As those two girls got together, Reba got up and went straight for the bedroom door, in search of the bathroom.

In the hall on the way to the bathroom, Reba saw Jenny returning. She put her arms around Reba and bent down to suck on her tits. When she got her lips around Reba's left nipple, Reba sighed briefly from the pleasure of that expert mouth. Still, she wanted to wash the come off her face, her slowed-down reaction time from the drugs delaying her stopping of sucking Jenny.

"Sorry, Jenny," she sighed. "I gotta wash...this come off...my face. I'll join you...in there...in a minute, OK?"

"OK," Jenny said, then straightened up and returned to the bedroom.

Reba quickly found the bathroom, went in, and cleaned her face. When she went back out into the hall, she thought, Sorry, Jenny, I'm not doing any more dyke stuff tonight. Because of her headache-inducing resistance to Broder's drugs, she felt herself regaining some control of her mind; and so instead of returning to the bedroom, she started to look around the rest of the house. She went downstairs, confident that Broder hadn't noticed her absence. She soon found the entrance to the basement, and went down the stairs. 

By the foot of the stairs, she saw a large table littered with chemistry implements, all the things one would have to synthesize drugs. There were pills in plastic containers, powders, and liquids in phials. 

"I knew it," she whispered in slurred syllables. "My chemistry teacher...is a real chemist, he's making dope. He sure practices...what he teaches."

She noticed a door at the far end of the room, but instead of satisfying her curiosity, she decided to go back up to the living room, find her clothes, get dressed and sneak out of the house before he noticed her missing.

When she got back up to the ground floor, she noticed it was much quieter than before: no more of the moaning, squealing, or sighs of sex. With the way that the drugs seemed to slow down time, she figured she must have been tripping out in the basement much longer than she thought she had. 

All the lights were off, too; even the upstairs hallway light, which had been on when she went to the bathroom to wash her face, was now off. She approached the stairs to listen, faintly making out whispering and snoring sounds.

I'll get my clothes in a minute, she thought; I wanna know what's going on up there.

Her eyes barely adjusting to the dark, she slowly crept up the stairs, hoping Broder hadn't noticed she was missing. When she got to his bedroom, she found no one in it, not even him sleeping in his bed. Those whispering voices were more distinct now: they all sounded like his voice, but many voices whispering at the same time. 

Is it the drugs making me think he's speaking with three or four voices? she thought. The source of the voices were coming from other rooms on the second floor. She crept over to one of them and slowly opened it as quietly as she could. 

She saw six of the girls lying fast asleep, and though she heard his voice, she didn't see him anywhere in the room. She looked around, and correctly surmised that a recording of his voice was saying things for the girls to hear while they were sleeping. 

"You love me, and I love you," his voice said softly from speakers on a wall by the girls' heads. "You'll happily do anything I want, for what I want is to love you and make you happy. Sex with me is sheer bliss, the highest happiness. Any kind of sex--oral, anal, or vaginal--will thrill you as much as it thrills me. You always enjoy sex with me, and with each other, right up to orgasm. You're always willing to share me with each other: there's no jealousy here. You always feel good with me. You enjoy showing your beautiful bodies to me and to each other, even showing your secret places...especially your secret places!"

You sick bastard, she thought. Still trying to fight off the effects of the drugs, she was making more progress. You poor girls, she thought, exploited by this creep, and you don't even know it; and I almost became one of you.

She closed the door carefully so as not to make a noise, then looked around the hall for any sign of Broder. Her eyes were better adjusted to the darkness, and luckily, she didn't see his silhouette anywhere. Still, fear crept into her mind: if he wasn't in bed sleeping, as the girls were, where was he? Did he know she was creeping about? If he did, why hadn't he caught her yet? Was he toying with her? Did he want to play games of psychological terror with her, to scare her with suspense before catching her? She had no idea where he was, or what he was doing. 

She did, however, hear his voice coming from at least two other rooms. She crept over to the room next to the one she'd just looked into. She put her head to the door and listened: another recording, she correctly assumed, of his voice was giving the five remaining girls their 'instructions' for the next day.

"You will forget everything we did here tonight," the voice said. "You'll forget my servant. As soon as you leave my home, you'll forget everything. Just as with every visit you've made here before, you'll tell your parents you were sleeping over at a friend's house. You'll drug your parents' food tomorrow night with pills I'll give you, and while your moms and dads are high, you'll tell them to accept your 'sleeping over story' as true, believing it yourselves, for you won't be conscious of the story as a lie. This way, no one will be suspicious; after all, your parents would never understand our love for each other."

Bastard, she thought. She went over to a third bedroom and slowly opened the door. The naked servant slept there, and Broder's recorded voice was telling the servant never to leave his house or to be curious about the outside. "Remember," his voice said. "Bugs, bugs are everywhere out there, waiting to crawl all over your body and eat you alive. No one outside must see you, for they'll drag your naked body out to be exposed to the bugs. No one will sympathize with you: only I can protect you. Only I truly love you."

He's keeping her...for a slave! Reba thought. Then, in her still half stupor, she remembered that she still hadn't seen him anywhere up there! If those whispering voices were all recordings, then he certainly wasn't even in the second room, where she hadn't looked in. He wasn't in his bedroom. He was still up and about, as Reba was. 

He must know I'm missing, she thought. Surely he would have noticed that I wasn't sleeping with the other girls. I'm his newest catch: he'd be most mindful of me. But where is he?

Suddenly the bathroom toilet was flushed. Assuming it was him in the bathroom, she hurried over to the stairs, hoping not to bump into anything in the enveloping darkness. She hurried down the stairs, getting enough light from the living room windows that she didn't slip and fall. 

Feeling her way into the living room, she tried to find her uniform on the floor. Her feet felt piles of clothes, but in the dark it was impossible to find hers. She didn't dare turn on a light for fear of him knowing she was there. She picked up a pile of clothes and brought them to the window, hoping to be able to find hers in the dim light shining in from outside.

She brought pile after pile of clothes to the window, not wanting to exclude any, but always careful not to bring her body to the light. At one point, though, she hit her shin against a coffee table with a loud thud.

"Oww!" she grunted, then froze in terror: did he hear her? 

Frantically, she fished through the piles of clothes to find her bra and panties. Everything looked about the same, though, not just the uniforms, but the dark socks, too, and it was hard to differentiate the colours of the underwear in the dim light. In spite of her euphoric high, she wanted to sob in despair.

She heard a creaking noise, not made by her. She froze again: he must have known she was there! She was in a dark corner, away from the window, so her body wouldn't be seen even though she could see the clothes there. But he had to have noticed the shuffling of the clothes.

She gave up on the foolish and frustrating task of trying to find her own clothes, and instead simply opted to steal another girl's, put them on, and get out fast. So she randomly grabbed a pair of panties, and was about to put them on when she felt a hand holding a wet, drugged cloth pushed against her face. The cloth smelled of medicine: another hand held her torso firmly against the torso behind her; she squealed muffled screams, and tried to kick and fight her way free, but the drug worked fast, and she was unconscious within seconds...

She woke up, still naked, gagged, and tied to a chair in a dark, dungeon-like room. She seemed to be in the basement again, but the table with the drugs wasn't there.

Broder, still in his bathrobe, and his Viagra erection poking a comical bulge out front, had a needle in his hand, getting it ready to give her a shot.

She was still a little woozy from the drugs of dinner, but she was conscious enough to know she was in terrible danger. She squealed unintelligibly for help, and fidgeted in her chair, which was bolted to the floor. He poked the needle in her arm and gave her the shot. It took effect within seconds, sedating her to the point of total disorientation.

She felt as though time were slowing down even more than from the original high. She vaguely felt herself being untied and made to stand up and walk into another room. The darkness now seemed exaggerated, like an infinite void: except for a dim glow of light directly ahead of her, like a thin rectangle going straight up and down, all was pitch black around her. In her stupor, she wasn't sure if she was dreaming or awake. She seemed to be lying on her back on a wooden plank, with wooden planks close on either side of her.

"W-where am I?" she asked in slurred words.

"You're with me," Broder said. "You were a naughty girl, wandering off like that and finding my lab."

"Y-you're the...bad one," she slurred. "Rapist."

"Rapist?" he said. "Nonsense. The girls loved the sex. So did you."

"You drugged us. Bastard. There was...no consent."

"There's age of consent. You're all eighteen years old. I know: I checked all your school records. In fact, all the boys and girls in grade twelve in our school had turned eighteen as of last month, by a lucky fluke. Rest assured, there's no statutory rape going on in this house." He put a laptop computer in front of her, ready to turn it on and show her a video of something.

"It's rape, even if...we're old enough. You drugged us!"

"Maybe in drugging you, I helped you find your real selves," he rationalized, turning on the computer. "I connected you girls with Brahman, the World Spirit of which we're each a part. My drug synthesis combines elements of ecstasy, LSD, mescalin, aphrodisiacs, and a host of other things in a most original combination of mine. It lubricates your vaginas and anal areas, and gives you clitoral erections. It also gives you the highest happiness, a truly mystical experience. All I did was to make you girls feel good. What's wrong with that? In your nirvanic bliss, nothing matters: everything's allowed, even sex."

"Bullshit!" she shouted. "You're scum, Mr. Broder." 

"Broder? That's not my real name. I'm just plain old John Dickey from Nebraska. I tried giving my pretty female students in a high school there the same mind-altering experience, but I got caught, and had to flee the US. I settled here and changed by name to Bing Broder--I like Bing Crosby's music, and I chose a Jewish surname as part of a phoney life history, that of a Jewish convert to Catholicism, to throw the American police off the scent."

"They'll catch you."

"No, they won't." He clicked on an icon to get a video for Reba to watch. He had it on pause, ready to play.

"They'll catch you...I'll tell...you won't keep me here...I've fought...off your drugs...I can fight...off anything...I'll fight off...anything else...you give me."

"You won't fight off this," he said, then clicked PLAY. The video began.

Reba tried to focus to recognize the naked, screaming, sobbing girl on the computer screen. She had brown hair, large breasts, wispy brown pubic hair, and a slightly tanned body. 

"Remember her?" he asked.

"Is that...?" Reba began, her eyes widening and her hair, as it were, standing on end when she knew who.

"Yes," he said. "Winnie Smits. This was filmed about three years ago, right on the night she--18 and about to graduate, as you girls here all are--went missing. I'm afraid the same will have to happen to you, my dear."

"You won't...get away...with this."

"Yes, I will. When I'm done twisting your mind, you'll want me to. You see, I can't let you leave this house; it's too dangerous--after all, you know too much, as Winnie does."

In the video, weeping Winnie kept quickly, frantically kicking, fidgeting, and brushing her hands on her arms, breasts, and body, as if trying to get something off her nakedness, though nothing was actually there.

"She was as heavily drugged as you are," he explained. "She once told me her deepest fear, insects. I always ask my girls what their deepest fears are, in case any of them, like you and Winnie, try to resist my pleasure-inducing drugs. If pleasure won't make you compliant, I'm then forced to resort to fear. 

"Extreme states of euphoria and terror can make the mind more susceptible to manipulation, as Aldous Huxley explained in the revisiting of his dystopian novel. I'm sure your English teacher, Ms. Kiss, explained all that in detail in one of your classes, though you probably weren't listening at the time.

"My drugs can do both: induce fear and bliss. You and Winnie resisted the bliss; you won't be able to resist the fear. She couldn't, as you can see. She was convinced by my drugs that armies of cockroaches and fire ants and crawling all over her body, biting her."

"I'll resist," Reba said weakly, shivering in horror all the same.

"We'll see," he said; then Reba saw him close a door, or wooden plank, over that dimly glowing rectangular light that had been in front of her. Now, all was infinitely black around her. She heard hammering noises, the sound of nails being driven in the wood by her head, then by either side of her torso, then by her feet. After that, she heard the sound of dirt being thrown on the wood in front of her, some of it slipping through the cracks and dropping on her face and body. Was she being buried alive?

"Help!" she screamed. "Please! No!" She banged her fists and kicked at the wooden plank before her, but she was far too weak to break even the slightest hole in the wood. 

"Will you comply?" he asked. She no longer heard dirt hitting the wood.

"Yes! I'll be good! You'll see! I'll be one...of your girls! I'll let you...fuck me...whenever you want! Just don't...bury me alive!" She said this, though in her mind, she would still try to resist his drugs...once he got her out and when her fear subsided, of course.

"How can I be sure you won't resist in the future?"

"How can I...prove I'll keep...my promise?"

"Repeat after me: I will stay in Mr. Broder's house."

Almost unconsciously, she said, "I will stay...in Mr. Broder's house."

"I will never leave this house," he said.

"I will never...leave this house."

"If I leave, the bad guy will bury me alive, and leave me to die."

"If I leave, the bad guy...will bury me alive, and leave me...to die."

They repeated this two more times, then Broder had her say, "I love Mr. Broder."

"I love...Mr. Broder."

"I love Mr. Broder," he said again.

"I love...Mr. Broder."

"I love Mr. Broder."

"I love...Mr. Broder," she repeated one more time.

"He loves me," he said.

"He loves me."

"He loves me."

"He loves me."

"He loves me," he said one more time.

"He loves me."

"I will do whatever he wants me to do, happily and willingly."

"I will do...whatever he wants...me to do, happily and...willingly."

They said this two more times as well. The wooden plank in front of her was then taken off, and she came out of the coffin, which was actually standing up straight, the foot of it bolted to the floor, in the middle of another dark room in his basement.  

She came out in his arms, bawling and shaking in terror. He held her shaking naked body, stroking her hair gently and kissing her on the cheek. She felt his erection poking through his bathrobe against her stomach; she enjoyed the feeling.

"There there, baby," he said soothingly. "It's all over. I saved you."

"Y-you did?" she asked in sobs, confused in her stupor and disorientation as to what had actually just happened.

"Yes. A bad guy tried to kill you, but I stopped him, because I love you."

"You do?"

"Yes, of course I do." He kissed her teary cheek. "But the bad man is outside this house, waiting to get you, so you mustn't go outside, OK?"

"OK."

"Let's make love, sweetie."

"Yes, sir," she said, grinning up at him in ecstasy.

He led her out of the basement, up two flights of stairs, and into a spare bedroom on the third floor of the house, out of earshot of the sleeping girls on the second floor. They were still having recorded messages of his voice telling them what they had to do the next day, and during future visits.

Now that Reba's terror had subsided, she tried to regain a sense of orientation. There was something she had to do...what? He lay on the bed on his back, pulling his bathrobe open a little to expose his full erection.

Though part of her was disgusted at the sight of her middle-aged teacher's cock, the influence of the drugs made it impossible to resist him physically; furthermore, a large part of her mind eagerly, inexplicably wanted that hot rod pumping in her already soaking wet pussy! She got on the bed, and slowly sat on his cock.




Teacher's Pets



She squealed and screamed in genuine pleasure from the sensation of that shaft sliding in and out of her. Still, somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought, ever so faintly, Resist...resist...

When they'd come into the bedroom, the light was left on, so Reba could see, in bright light, everything around her as they fucked. The room was full of shiny objects and bright, vivid colours of red, yellow, green, blue, gold, and orange. In her drugged state, all the lustre of the room dazzled her eyes; she was in a motley heaven, just what she needed after that traumatizing hell in the dark basement. 

She went up and down faster and faster on his cock, squealing high-pitched staccato notes as she approached orgasm. He looked up at her naked body, enjoying how her tits bounced up and down. The thrill of his cock filling every space of her dripping pussy shot electricity through her chakras, for this seemed as spiritual an ecstasy as it was a physical one. Her whole body vibrated with joy, as the other girls' bodies had when he fucked them; after all, in their sexual union, their souls seemed to be united with each other, as if united with God.

Still, that small voice in the back of her head kept whispering in her ear, Resist, resist...He can have...my body, but he can't...have my soul...I'll pretend...to submit...but secretly...I'll resist...

She came, but he hadn't yet. He had her get off of him, then he got the anal lube out of his bathrobe pocket and smeared it all over her anal ring, her rectum, and his cock.

Now she remembered. Oh yeah, she thought, the perv likes...my asshole...He fingered me there...in the classroom...and in the living room...I'd never agree...to anal sex...though I'm too drugged...to stop him now...I must resist...in my mind...at least...I must...resist...

He pushed the tip of his cock against her widening anal lips and slowly, gently pushed it in. Oh, the joy of feeling that anal ring tightly hugging, deliciously squeezing his rock-hard shaft!

She couldn't believe she was actually allowing him to stretch out her asshole with his invading cock. In her mind she felt herself not only acquiescing to his lust, but even welcoming it! A large part of her mind wanted to please her beloved teacher...her new master. She tried to remind herself to fight the drugs, but it was getting more and more difficult. Her will was slowly fading away.

I must...fight it, she thought. Fight it...

As she felt his long, thick hard-on impaling her ass, she tried to remember her resolution to leave his house the next day and tell the police, tell somebody, anybody to help her and the other girls.

He'll have...to leave...the house...to go...to school, she thought. That will be...my chance...to get out...of here...As soon as...he drives away...I can escape...

But whenever the thought of going outside came to her, she thought of that coffin, and the dirt she felt, or thought she felt, hitting the top wooden plank of the coffin, some dirt trickling through the cracks and getting on her face and body. Going outside meant only being caught by the 'bad guy' and being buried alive now. She couldn't fight that terrifying feeling, and the idea of going outside became more and more loathsome to her.

As he fucked her ass, he reached forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing them and tickling or pinching the nipples. The pleasure of those sensations made forgetting about resistance all the more attractive to Reba.

"I...love...you," he moaned in her ear. "Oh!"

"You...love...me," she groaned. Her ass was gaping as much as her mouth was. "I...love...you...Uh!" His cock gave her ass stabs of what she could only imagine as delight.

"Stay...in...doors," he grunted, about to orgasm. "Ah!"

"Stay...in...doors," she grunted back; but in her mind, she tried to think of her obedience as only in her spoken words. Her thoughts of going out, to find the police, tried to brave the incessant barrage of associations of being buried alive by the 'bad man'. Still, part of her wanted to obey, not just out of fear, but also out of love for him.

He pulled his cock out of her ass, and had her turn around. He masturbated as she got her face level with his cock, and he sprayed his load all over her face.

She moaned as she felt the squirts splat against her eyes; the thickness of his come practically sealed her eyelids closed. Other spurts hit her nose, her lips, her chin, and her right cheek. As the jizz dripped down and off her face, she felt half her mind disgusted with it, as it had when the blonde girl's ejaculation grossed her out. This disgust slightly, briefly strengthened her will to leave the house the next morning after he left for school; the other half of her mind still didn't want to go, not only from the fearful association of live burial, but also from being happy to have pleased her beloved teacher by letting his come spray all over her face.

The little voice kept whispering, Resist...resist...

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The next morning, Reba and the servant with the dyed red hair stood by the front window as Broder drove away in his car to go to school. (Reba's hair was now her natural blonde, as the black dye had been washed out just before he left.) The two girls, naked, but careful not to let any neighbours see them, sighed sadly as his car disappeared down the road.

"I love him," the servant sighed.

"I love him, too," Reba said.

"How can he be so brave to go outside?" the servant asked. "It's so dangerous out there, with all those bugs."

"Right," Reba said. "There's also the danger of the bad guy who wants to bury me alive. Oooh! I shake just to think of it. What if Bing gets caught by him and is put six feet under?"

"Yeah. It's awful out there. I'm glad I'm safe in here, with Bing's protection."

"Me, too. Well, I guess we'd better get back to work."

"Yeah, I'm going upstairs to clean the bedrooms. All those girls sure made a mess with their come, and Bing's, on the floor. I'm glad the girls got dressed and left early, not making any more mess."

"Not nearly enough. I gotta wash the dishes. All those drugged bowls of cereal we gave the girls for breakfast. I'll be upstairs to help you in about a half hour, OK, Winnie?"

"OK," Winnie said, then went upstairs.

Reba looked out the window. Pretty soon, my parents and school will wonder where I am, she thought. That's OK: the girls will tell everybody I was at a sleepover party with some of them, which is true. After that, they'll say a bad guy must have kidnapped me, or something, after I left my friend's home. Also a true story, in a way, for the bad guy has me trapped here. The girls' parents will confirm the sleepover story, because the girls were instructed by Bing to drug their Moms' and Dads' food, and then instruct them to confirm the story if needed. The police will search everywhere, but not here, where they'll never suspect I am. That will keep me from going outside, where the bad guy will surely catch me and bury me alive. Bing will protect me from the bad guy. I'm perfectly safe here.

Reba kept looking out the window. A tear ran down her cheek.

I love you, Bing, she thought, then turned around and went into the kitchen.