0 comments/ 45486 views/ 2 favorites Testing the Water By: Bigpuss Jenny stood under the shower and turned slowly around, allowing the hot, powerful jet of water to pound every inch of her body. Enveloped by steam, she stretched luxuriously, enjoying the delicious sensation of invigorating spray against her flesh. After a moment she stepped reluctantly out of the cubicle, and immediately the cool air of the pool changing area wrapped its eager fingers around her. Jenny's teeth chattered a little and she shivered. This was always the worst part - having to leave the lovely, hot shower behind and make a chilly dash to the swimming pool. However, once she entered the water, she heaved a sigh of relief, for the health club spared no expense as far as its facilities were concerned, and the large pool was comfortably heated. Jenny lowered herself further down the steps, breathing a little slower as the pleasantly warm water lapped against her legs. Slowly, she sank her body below the surface, covering herself up to the neck. It felt delicious and she allowed herself a moment of adjustment, treading water in the deep end, before looking round at the other swimmers. Where were the girls? For a few weeks now, Jenny and three of her friends had been meeting here on a Wednesday, for the ladies-only night. This arrangement suited them; there were no men hogging the fast-lane or rowdy kids diving in on top of them. And, as a social gathering, it was ideal - they would spend an hour in the water and then meet for a coffee and a gossip in the leisure club cafe'. Men were usually the main topic of conversation, and the women held nothing back when it came to discussing the prowess, or lack of it, that their husbands displayed in bed. For all that she was younger than her friends, Jenny sometimes found herself a little shocked by their bawdy repartee. She herself was a fairly prim thirty-year-old, and happily married, but the other women were forever exchanging stories about the lovers they had taken; the delicious sex they'd had with men other than their husbands. Sometimes Jenny wondered if they weren't just making it all up. But she was about to find out that her friends had somewhat more than just overactive imaginations. They were all here tonight, and, when they saw Jenny, came swimming up to meet her. There was Elspeth, in her late forties, a rather plain woman who looked somewhat saggy in a bathing suit. She smiled as she moved through the water towards Jenny and greeted the younger woman in her soft, breathy voice: "Hello, dear." Behind her came Lizzie: tall, intimidating and dark-haired. She was thirty-nine, with huge breasts and immense thighs. The strongest of the swimmers, she could easily manage three times as many lengths of the pool as everyone else. Lizzie greeted Jenny by tapping her heavily on the shoulder. "Hi there, honey, will you race me later?" Jenny shook her head. "Not likely! I'm here to relax, not tear up and down the pool like a maniac!" Lizzie grunted. "You're no fun! I've got lots of excess energy here and no way of expending it!" She rose up out of the water and stretched. If it weren't for the mammoth breasts, she would be almost mannish in her physique. A wiry, black tuft of pubic hair poked out the side of her swimsuit at the crotch. Once Jenny had spotted this, she couldn't tear her eyes away; Lizzie's swimsuit was too small and tight for her and clung obscenely to her body. The plump bulges of her pussy lips were clearly outlined beneath the damp fabric. "I'm sure you'll find some way to use up all that energy!" Jenny said, finally dragging her eyes up towards Lizzie's heavily-browed face. "I think she does have something else in mind." This was the plummy voice of Helena, the eldest of the group. At fifty-eight, she was an extremely attractive woman, with silvery-blonde hair and an elegant, virtually unlined face. Her body, too, was remarkably youthful still; there was no sag to her breasts, and her legs and arms were beautifully toned. Jenny only hoped she would look as good as Helena did in thirty years' time. Now Jenny looked to see what the slight tilt of Helena's head was indicating towards. The lifeguard on duty this evening was a particularly attractive young man. Jenny couldn't recall ever having seen him before - usually it was a stocky woman, or a bespectacled, skinny guy called Colin. Well, this was a definate improvement! He sat, perched on his tall lifeguards' chair, surveying the almost-empty pool in a bored fashion, with his chin resting on his hand. Jenny supposed it could hardly be the most stimulating of jobs, unless someone got into difficulties in the water, allowing him to leap into action. Jenny smiled at the thought, studying the young man with interest. She put him as being in his early twenties; certainly very fit and agile from the look of his slender, muscular limbs where they emerged from his polo shirt and shorts. And, despite the sulky expression, his face was youthfully handsome. He had dark blond hair, attractively tousled on top, and cheekbones that could cut diamonds. "You like what you see too, don't you?" Lizzie said slyly. "I've already sussed him out, don't you worry!" Jenny licked her lips, feeling a strange tingling sensation starting up between her legs. She was surprised at herself, but it was impossible not to become turned on when such a prime specimen of male beauty sat only metres away. Jenny found herself excited by the idea that he was capable of rescuing a damsel in distress; she imagined that his skill in bed would surely match that of his abilities in the water. Jenny decided that, although she didn't particularly want to attract this guy's attention by drowning, there were definately ways in which she could add some spice to his otherwise-dull evening. She told her friends that she would meet up with them later, and began to swim towards the deep end. She moved effortlessly through the water, her limbs sweeping back and forth in a slow breast-stroke for several lengths of the pool. Then she switched to a front crawl, and finally turned onto her back and reversed the actions. Pausing for breath eventually, Jenny glanced quickly towards the lifeguard. Disappointingly, he didn't seem to have noticed her; in fact, he looked even more bored now and was barely watching the swimmers at all. Lizzie swam up beside Jenny, eyeing her smugly. She smoothed back her thick, damp hair, and her breasts wobbled with the action. "Oh God, I can't tell you the thoughts I've had about what I'd like to do to him! Grumpy-looking bastard, isn't he? Wouldn't I love to put a smile on his face!" "That's what I've been trying to do!" Jenny said. "But he hasn't once looked in my direction." "Perhaps we need to take a more direct approach!" Lizzie suggested. "Come on, let's go and cheer him up!" She pulled on the tight straps of her swimsuit, hoisting her already-impressive tits further into view, and then she swam to the shallow end. Grabbing hold of the rail, she hauled her heavy body up the steps and out of the pool as gracefully as her large frame would allow. Water coursed off her body in rivulets and her smooth skin glistened with a sheen of dampness. It was a pity about the visible pubic hair, thought Jenny, and then wondered if she should warn Lizzie of the problem. But it was too late: Lizzie was already approaching the lifeguard's chair. Shaking droplets from her head, she padded down the tiled floor and stopped directly beneath the young man, smiling up at him. "You don't look too happy, sweetheart," she purred sympathetically, reaching out to take hold of the chair leg. The lifeguard lifted his head and his arm dropped to his lap. He was suddenly on full-alert. "Is there a problem, madam?" "You could say that. I saw you sitting there, looking SO fed-up, and I felt sorry for you." She stroked the chair leg suggestively. "Is there anything I can do?" The lifeguard looked uncomfortable. His eyes were fixed firmly, as Jenny's had been, on Lizzie's obscenely visible pussy. "No thanks," he muttered. "I'm fine. My shift's due to end soon, anyway." "Mmm, is that right?" Lizzie's tongue flicked out and ran over her bottom lip. Listening nearby, Jenny wondered if Lizzie were about to suggest that the young man meet her for a drink and some mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, when along came Colin, the other lifeguard, as awkward and geeky as ever. "Right, Steve," he said cheerfully. "You're off now, it's nine o' clock." Then he looked at Lizzie and his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh. "Well, well, aren't you going to introduce me to your...friend?" Steve said nothing. Colin's eyes looked large behind his glasses and his chin was pimply. Lizzie was completely turned off. "I was just going!" she snapped, and turned away, making a face at Jenny. Jenny giggled. She knew Lizzie wasn't used to failing when it came to seducing men. Steve certainly hadn't seemed too keen on the tall woman's attentions, despite the fact that his high position on the chair had no doubt afforded him an excellent view of her amazing cleavage. Perhaps he was gay. Jenny continued to swim for a little while, exchanging conversation with her three friends whenever they passed each other. Soon, she found herself slipping into a familiar, and welcome, sense of complete restfulness. Swimming never tired her; it more often revitalised her, allowing her to work her muscles in a gentle, rhythmic motion and to concentrate her mind away from the stresses and strains of her life. It was a bit like sex in that respect. Time passed, and Lizzie and the others informed Jenny that they were getting out of the pool. "I'll see you in the showers," Jenny said. "I just want to stay here a few minutes more." When they'd gone, Jenny closed her eyes and floated serenely on her back, gently paddling her limbs to keep afloat. Around her, the sound of voices from the changing area echoed in her ears, as did the quiet splashing of one or two other swimmers. Jenny came to eventually and decided, regretfully, to leave the pool. She clambered out and headed for the showers. On the way she passed behind the lifeguards' chair, which was now occupied by Colin. Beside him, however, stood Steve, and the two men were chatting earnestly. Jenny moved behind them, unnoticed, straining her ears to pick up their conversation. Perhaps she'd hear something which might give her a clue to luscious Steve's sexual persuasion. "Yeah, it's been a quiet night," Steve was saying. "Mind you, Wednesdays always are. I hate the women's nights, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Colin nodded vigourously. "There's never any decent talent, is there?" Jenny snorted to herself. He could talk, the ugly little prick! "You're dead right, it's hardly 'Baywatch'!" Steve sniggered. "I tell you, there was a right bunch of mingers here earlier. Did you see them? I nearly called the animal rescue people to report a load of beached whales!" Colin guffawed. "Imagine screwing those old bitches, eh? Their pussies all dry and wrinkly - that's if you could find 'em amongst the blubber!" Both men laughed. Jenny clenched her fists, growing red in the face as she listened. How dare they talk like that? She longed to say something, but she held back, deciding it would be best to keep quiet - for now. "Just wait until I tell Lizzie and the others what you said, you bastards!" she thought to herself, glaring at the backs of the two lifeguards. "Beached whales, indeed! You'll regret that!" * * * As expected, Jenny's companions were incensed when she relayed the men's comments to them over coffee in the health club cafe'. "The little shits!" cried Helena, in a somewhat unladylike fashion. "What a fucking cheek!" growled Lizzie and stabbed her empty polystyrene cup viciously with the end of a spoon. "That's SO rude!" squeaked Elspeth, and frowned. "We should complain!" "We'll do more than that!" Lizzie retorted. "I've a good mind to go and beat them both to within an inch of their lives!" "Go on girl!" said Jenny. "They deserve it!" "I've a better idea." Helena had a thoughtful expression on her lovely face. "It sounds like these young men wouldn't know a mature pussy if it jumped up and sucked their cocks. They have these terrible misconceptions about us older women, and I think we ought to set them straight!" Lizzie's dark eyes glittered. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" "I think she is!" said Jenny. "What's she saying?" Elspeth looked nervous. "This place closes at ten - right?" Lizzie checked her watch. "We know Steve's definately off duty and presumably Colin soon will be." "Right..." Jenny raised her eyebrows. "What say we track them down and have a little...word with them?" Helena smiled and nodded. "Count me in." "And me," said Jenny, after a pause. She was still enraged and looking for revenge. Elspeth hesitated. "I don't know..." Her freckled face was very anxious now, and her red hair had become frizzy as it dried, which looked comical. "Oh, come on, mouse!" Lizzie said. "Don't tell me the thought of teaching these boys a lesson doesn't excite you?" "Well...I suppose it's not just the pool water that's making me wet..." "That's more like it!" Lizzie rubbed her big hands together, smirking. "Right then, ladies, shall we get going?" The response was unanimous: "You bet!" * * * The announcement came over the tannoy that the pool would shortly be closing. The few people left in the pool hurried out and Colin was left to do some final checks of the shower and locker areas. The women watched him from the viewing window, giggling to themselves as they thought about what they were going to do. "Now, you said you overheard him arranging to meet Steve, is that right?" Lizzie asked Jenny. "Yes, I think they were going to go for a drink," the younger woman replied. "So Steve must still be around somewhere." "What about in there?" Jenny pointed to a set of doors marked 'STAFF ONLY', at the end of the pool. As she spoke, Colin re-emerged from the changing area, switched off the lights and headed for those particular doors. They swung closed behind him, and Lizzie leapt up. "Right then, that's where we're headed! I think there's another entrance from the cafe'! You coming?" "I hope to be, soon!" said Helena, smiling. "You're terrible!" scolded Elspeth. Then she grinned too, for she was not quite as innocent as she made out. "You know, I'm very keen on having a nice bit of cock inside me tonight!" Hearing this from the small, usually mousy woman, was quite a shock. Jenny's mouth fell open. "Come on!" Lizzie said, laughing. "I'm keen for that too!" Moments later, the women were standing outside another set of doors marked 'STAFF'. The girl at the cafe' counter was cleaning up, and eyed the group suspiciously. "Just waiting for someone," Lizzie said cheerfully. The girl nodded and carried on cleaning. When she wasn't looking, Lizzie nudged Elspeth. "You go first. Check there's no one else in there but them." Elspeth did as she was told, disappearing quietly through the doors. They made no sound as they swung shut behind her. After a minute, she poked her head back out. "They're both in there," she said. "They haven't spotted me yet." Lizzie and the other two slipped through the doors and into the room beyond. It was a large, airy place, lit by harsh, fluorescent strip lights, and it housed the staff lockers, a sink and kettle, and various chairs and tables. In two of these chairs, their backs to the women, sat Colin and Steve. They were talking, slumped lazily in the seats, still wearing their polo shirts and shorts. Lizzie cleared her throat. "Remember me?" The men looked round, startled. "You shouldn't be in here," said Colin, making as if to stand up. In a trice, Helena was beside him, giving him a firm push back into the chair. He looked concerned. "What's going on?" "I'd like you to meet my friends," Lizzie said, undulating towards the men. She was wearing black trousers and a tight-fitting white blouse; the front of it was strained to the limits by her enormous breasts. "We're the old bitches you saw in the pool." Steve stood up. He was over six feet tall; no way could Helena push him about. "The pool's closed, girls. It's time for you to leave." "No!" Helena told him firmly. "We haven't been properly introduced yet. It's Steve and Colin - am I right?" Steve looked defiant. "I'm telling you, you've no right to be in here." Lizzie stepped in front of the young man, her eyes blazing. "And YOU'VE no right to insult us the way you did earlier!" Jenny decided to join in. She was easily the prettiest of the group and knew she could get a response if she acted the right way. "Come on now, lovely," she purred, approaching Colin and leaning over him to stroke his stubbly cheek. "Surely you're not going to throw out four beautiful women who are all...dripping wet, are you?" Colin swallowed hard. "I suppose you could stay for a bit..." he mumbled. Jenny smiled. "That's nice, isn't it, girls?" Lizzie stared Steve up and down. "My friend Jenny and I have just showered together," she said. "Naked." Jenny looked at her. This wasn't true, but she was interested to see where Lizzie was going with it. "Why don't we give the boys a demonstration?" Lizzie beckoned Jenny over, and moved behind her, placing her hands on Jenny's shoulders. "I lathered the soap like this," Lizzie said, gently massaging Jenny's shoulders and the back of her neck. Jenny closed her eyes. "Mmm, it felt good..." she murmered. "Then I moved down her back," Lizzie carried on doing just that, hands moving over Jenny's body with thrilling precision. Jenny felt her nipples harden and she moaned, longing for them to be touched. "The boys might get a better idea if you really were naked," Helena suggested. "Now, wait a minute..." Colin protested, and tried to stand up again. Helena stopped him, putting a hand to his crotch. "I think Colin's enjoying this," she said slyly. "That's quite a hard-on you've got, sweetheart!" Colin shut up. Helena's hand remained clamped over his growing cock, fondling it through his shorts. As he watched, fixated, Jenny obligingly stripped off her t-shirt and bra, freeing her small, pert breasts. The room was cool and she shivered, but immediately, Lizzie's big, warm hands were on her tits, kneading and squeezing them as if she were soaping Jenny intimately. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" Lizzie asked, and Jenny nodded. So Lizzie's hands moved down and down, over Jenny's belly and towards her crotch. Then she swiftly unzipped Jenny's jeans and slid them down over her hips. The younger woman's panties stayed on for the time being, but Lizzie continued to touch her, stroking the tops of her thighs and her buttocks, brushing lightly over her pussy. Jenny gasped as if a jolt of electricity had passed through her body. Colin was mesmerised. Steve still stood at his chair, arms by his sides, fists clenching and unclenching. He looked rather red in the face. "Elspeth," Lizzie said. "Why don't you go and find out if our Stevie has a hard-on like Colin's? We wouldn't want him to miss out now, would we?" Elspeth leapt forward eagerly. Steve seemed too shocked to protest now as the redhead fumbled with his zip and slid one of her small hands inside his shorts. "He's hard," she confirmed. Both men now had a woman handling their cocks. But their eyes were not to be torn away from the activities of Lizzie and Jenny. "Do you like that?" Lizzie asked, bringing her thick fingers into the slightest contact with Jenny's swollen pussy again. Jenny's body jerked in response. "Mmm, yes!" she moaned. Colin gave a whimper. "I think you're just desperate to be fucked, aren't you?" Lizzie said in a low, throaty voice. "You're dripping wet inside those little panties, honey. There's only one thing that can satisfy a need like yours." Testing the Water Despite being older than all the students in his year, Mark could not be said to be the most mature. He had barely gotten promoted to his second year in junior college. If he had failed, it would have been the third time in his academic life that he would have been retained. The school did not mind though, as Mark was an excellent rugby player. The longer they retained his services, the higher their chances of retaining the championship. As luck would have it, Mark's GP teacher was due to give birth, so the school brought in a replacement. Kelly had just graduated last year, and was waiting to enter university. As she had been one of the top scoring students in her year - not only for GP - the school brought her back to relief teach. Strange that Mark would be older than his teacher, but he did not dwell long on that thought. As Kelly was new to the class, she did not want to get off on the wrong foot. However, being the academic slave driver that she was, she decided that she had to assign work, albeit creative one. The first assignment she gave was for the class to "re-write a classic movie theme in your own style, using yourself as a character." It was due the following Monday. Mark groaned. He didn't watch movies much. He watched a bunch of crappy reality shows on television. He had, however, been watching a lot of porn on the iPad his father had given him for Christmas. He bought himself subscriptions to various porn sites, most of which dealt with taboo content. His favourite was "My Dad's Hot Girlfriend". The due date for the assignment crept up on Mark, and he found himself with nothing written and no clue what to do. He glanced at the clock. "10.31pm". He decided to take a break, took out his iPad and dropped his shorts. Two porn videos and one orgasm in, he finally had an epiphany. ***** My Dad's Hot Girlfriend, by Mark Chan. I came home from school and sat down at the kitchen table to write an assignment my teacher had given me. She had big breasts and a nice butt and made me horny when I sat in class watching her, and it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it since no one was home. It got real big, and I didn't want to mess up my dad's floor, so I walked down the hall to the bathroom holding my pants up with one hand while I rubbed it with the other hand. I walked past my dad's exercise room and his girlfriend was in there doing yoga. She saw me. "Mark, you are home from school," she said. "Yes, I am," I said. "What have you got there in your hand?" she said. I was embarrassed and she walked towards me. "Don't be embarrassed Mark, that is a nice one. It is bigger than your father's. Can I touch it?" she said. "I don't think my dad would like it," I said but she put her finger over my mouth and she started rubbing it for me. "I like it very much and I want to lick it," she said. She licked it all over and it went into her mouth and then she took off her clothes. They were yoga clothes and she was nude underneath. She laid down and told me to do it to her and I did it. She yelled "It's big! It's big!" ***** Mark stopped writing. He wasn't sure if he should use 'bad words' like fuck, and pussy, and jizz and ass. He thought about Kelly, and wondered if she knew about those words. Yes, she must, he thought, she had topped the level for Literature, and her command of English had to be good. Moreover, these weren't foreign words. He wondered if Kelly read or wrote erotica, as his pen now glided across the paper almost on autopilot. ***** "Fuck me harder Mark!" dad's girlfriend said, and I did. I had never fucked anyone before, except myself, and I liked it. "I am going to show you how to do it lots of different ways," she said. "My father won't like that," I said. "He will never know, will he Mark?" she said. I fucked her on top of me, and I fucked her in front of me. I liked fucking her in front of me. Her ass was nice and round and reminded me of my English teacher. ***** Mark paused from his writing to decide if he should leave the references to Kelly in his story, and his mind drifted to thoughts of her pretty smile. Almost every boy in the level, and the level below for that matter, had a crush on her. What the heck, Mark thought, if he was going to fail this assignment, he may as well fail while having fun. ***** When we were through fucking, she made me hard again with her mouth. "Your dad was never this good. I will have to fuck you more often," she said. "OK," I said. "After school would be good, my teacher makes me horny." The end. ***** Mark smiled. He wondered how Kelly would react. He tore the foolscap paper off, put it into his file and climbed into bed. Even though he had only cum an hour ago, he began masturbating furiously as he thought about what he had just written. Wave after wave of pleasure hit him before he drifted off. ***** "Did you do your homework?" Mark's mother asked the next morning, "I don't want the school calling me up again." "Yup, Kelly had us write a movie," he said. His mother gave him a stern glance. "Miss Tan." Mark sighed as he corrected himself. He wolfed down his cereal, got in the car with his mother as she drove him to school. For once, he could not wait to submit a piece of work. ***** Mark's friend Sarah took the seat next to him as the class filed in. "What's your excuse this time?" She teased. "I'll have you know, Sarah, that I actually did my work!" "No way! You're shitting me!" "Yeah, it was kinda fun after I got going," he said with a smile. "What did you do yours on?" "I did like a Harry Potter kind of thing, with me in the female lead," she said. "It's really hard writing fantasy, I don't know how Ms. Tan's gonna like it. She always grades us girls lower than you guys anyway..." Sarah's voice got cut off as Kelly began her lesson. ***** When GP class ended, Kelly asked the students to turn in their assignments, and they all tossed them into her inbox as they passed her desk on the way out. She smiled at Mark as he and Sarah walked by. "See, I told you!" Sarah said as they joined the noise and chaos in the hallway between classes. "Told me what?" Mark asked. "Ms. Tan. She likes you," she said. "Grow a brain," Mark retorted. "So what's that movie you said you wrote about?" she asked. "I didn't get the chance to ask you about it earlier." Mark could not hide his excitement. "You watch porn, right?" Sarah's eyes got huge, and her mouth opened wide. "PORN?" she asked, way too loudly, and their classmates turned back to stare at them disapprovingly. "Mark, tell me you didn't write a porn movie!" "Yeah," he said, suddenly second guessing himself. "But it's cool though. I put Ms. Tan in it... she'll like that, right?" "Fuck Mark!" Sarah said, looking horrified. "You should go get it back. I'm late, I gotta go to Econs." She shook her head in disbelief and walked away with the steady stream of students. She knew Mark was a little slow on the uptake, but this took the cake. Mark stood there, starting to worry he had crossed a line he shouldn't have. He decided to go and ask Kelly for it and try and write another one by the end of the day, but her room was locked and she was gone. He went off to the canteen and quickly convinced himself Sarah had overreacted. ***** Kelly sat in the staff room, snacking on waffle and a cup of coffee as she graded papers. Sarah's fantasy movie theme was only good enough for a C minus grade, and Mark's paper was next on the pile. She saw his name as she reached for it. "WHAT?!" she said out loud as she began to read the first passage of Mark's story... I came home from school and sat down at the kitchen table to write an assignment my teacher had given me. She had big breasts and a nice butt and made me horny when I sat in class watching her, and it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it... "You all right Kelly?" one of the other teachers asked. "Oh... yeah," Laura said, obviously flustered. She looked at the paper again and a tremble went through her. What was Mark thinking when he wrote this? His command of English certainly wasn't surprising, but the audacity! She read the story once through, tucked it back within the pile of assignments and made her way to the washroom to gather her thoughts. Was Mark writing about her? Yes, she thought he was cute, but he was also a no-brainer jock. From her own foray into porn, Kelly knew the title reference was unmistakable. As she looked in the mirror in the ladies room the words he'd written flooded back to her again—it was hard to stop thinking about her when I got home. I took my prick out to rub it. She knew she had to reread the rest. Walking back through the staff room, she picked up his script, tucked it in her bag and walked out. She had half an hour before her next class and needed privacy. The sixth floor handicap toilet would suffice. As she read the rest of the story her body had another visceral reaction—her pussy was wet. A few simple words on a page had succeeded in making her horny. She put the paper away and tried to think what to do. She knew what she wanted to do—she wanted to fuck Mark every possible way a person could. But the story Mark wrote —could that have actually happened with his father's girlfriend? She doubted it, but the whole thing was just crazy, and she had a class to teach. She got herself together and made her way to her next class. As she taught the rest of her classes that day Kelly's mind wandered. Mark's words—'big breasts', 'nice butt', 'my English teacher makes me horny'—kept coming back to her, and she suddenly saw her male students differently. Were they looking at her body? Were they thinking about her sexually? Now that she was looking for it, she noticed some of her more mature eighteen-year-old boys were indeed looking at her 'that way,' and it made her tingle a little. Not as much as Mark's paper did, but a little, and it was a whole new feeling for her in the classroom. By the end of the day she was exhausted. Her mind had been working feverishly all day and it wore her out. She wasn't thinking clearly and needed to get home. A staff meeting after school had only made things worse. As she walked to her car she noticed Mark sitting on the curb, waiting for his mother to pick him up after rugby practice, his hair wet from a shower and a gym bag by his side. Without even thinking about what she was doing she walked to him. "Hey Ms. Tan, what's up," Mark said in his usual friendly way. The casual sexiness of his manner disarmed her, as it usually did. "Mark, that story you wrote..." she said without thinking through how to continue. "That one's worth an 'A', right?" Mark said with a smile. "I mean it's not often you find yourself in someone's story right? Or maybe guys write about you all the time...that wouldn't surprise me much." His smile grabbed a hold of her brain and twisted it into knots. "Mark you can't write that kind of thing for an assignment," Kelly said. "I'm going to grade you on it, because you did the work, but I'm not going to give it back to you. We can't risk having anybody see it, okay?" "Okay, I guess," Mark said. "So you didn't like it?" "I didn't say that. It's very flattering that you wrote about me that way," she said and a red blush flushed across her face and neck. Her nipples hardened, and she was glad she had on a thick bra. Mark's handphone buzzed, and he looked at his text. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, hoping she wouldn't hear. "My dad's working late again. I'll just take the bus home." "I can drop you off," Kelly blurted out without thinking. "Where are you going?" He told her where he stayed, only for her to realise she lived several streets away. They got into Kelly's Mini Cooper - a present from her family for doing exceptionally well for her A-Levels - and zoomed out of the parking lot, getting a few looks from some students that were loitering around. "So Mark, I'm afraid my curiosity's got the best of me," Kelly said as she drove, knowing she was pushing the boundaries out even farther. "Is the story you wrote true?" Mark though for a moment and realized there was no time like the present to come clean on his attraction to Ms. Tan. "No, except for the stuff about you," he said. "Oh," Kelly said quietly as her face flushed red again, and that same tremble she felt earlier rippled through her body. The combination was the closest she'd been to an orgasm today, and she took a deep breath and said something she immediately knew she shouldn't have said. "Would you like to come home with me for a little while?" She looked over at Mark, with the seatbelt crossing his muscular chest and his eyes twinkling. He nodded and smiled, and her heart just about leapt from her chest. This was dangerous ground, but the ball was rolling, and it was gaining momentum. ***** "Oh fuck Mark! Give it to be baby!" Kelly said, nearly unable to speak through her panting breaths. Her head was spinning and she didn't even know the words were forming or being said—they just flowed out of her mouth without thinking. "Your fucking cock! Oh my god I love your fucking cock!" she said as Mark thrusted deep into her from behind. Mark's head was spinning too. His sexy teacher's naked hips were in his hands. He was lasting pretty well because he had already cum, a violent gush that exploded out of him when Kelly's hand first touched him. Two soft strokes with her slender fingers was all it took, and he gushed all over the dress she had worn to school. It felt so much better than when he did it himself, and he was overwhelmed by the sensation and couldn't even begin to hold back—the powerful orgasm ripped through him and even Kelly was taken aback by how deeply it rocked him. The first thrusts into her pussy were overwhelming too—if her hand felt so much better than his own, how could her pussy feel ten times better than that? It didn't make sense, but he soon stopped thinking about it and let instinct take over. After the quick hand-job, Kelly had stripped off her soiled dress and knelt in front of Mark, taking his sticky, semi-soft cock into her mouth. It all happened so fast Mark could hardly keep up with the sensations, and then, without him even knowing quite how it happened, she was down on the rug and he was fucking her from behind, holding tight to her hips. "I love your cock!" she whimpered again. Mark didn't even realize he had an above average sized organ, but Kelly knew as soon as she saw it. "Oh Mark!" she said when his pants first came down. She knew letting him fuck her from behind—with her ass in the air and her head on the soft rug—would take full advantage of his length, and she was loving every millimeter of it. "God!...Oh God!" she groaned as an orgasm started to build. A real orgasm, from a real cock, not some squirming from a dildo stored in a box in her room. "Don't stop Mark! Don't fucking stop!" she said in a breathless whimper. Mark didn't plan on stopping. He had already cum again deep inside his teacher, but the heat of the moment kept him hard and he pumped on, hoping he could keep going forever. His long cock plumbed Kelly's depths, and his pelvis slapped into her ass in a loud rhythm as all the stamina training his rugby coach had put him through finally came into use. Kelly was flying inside, her body on autopilot, spinning wildly, one moment in control, the next moment completely out of it. Mark kept going and going and going, and she'd never felt such a powerful windup to an orgasm before. When it finally overwhelmed her it was monumental, all sense of what was happening left her, and she mumbled and drooled saliva on her rug like someone having a stroke. Mark had never seen anything like it. When she stopped moving he slowed his assault, and her exhausted body finally went flat on the rug, leaving Mark on his knees with his bright red cock bouncing youthfully in the air. "Ms. Tan? Are you okay?" Mark asked. "Kelly, Mark," she giggled, barely able to speak. "Call me Kelly when we're alone." Mark stood over her body, his hand beating his cock furiously. He knew the earlier action had brought him close. "Cum for me." Kelly urged him on. "Cum all over my face." Mark grunted as he blew his second load over Kelly's face. The first stream hit her forehand, coating her face all the way down to her lips. He smeared his cockhead over her lips and she licked him clean. Kelly then took his hand and led him to the shower. Testing the Water The following story is a true story. If you're not into swinging or wife sharing then don't bother reading. More stories will follow. ***** My wife and I have been together for several years. Good times, bad times, fun times, we've seen it all. Our relationship is solid which is the only reason I ever brought it up to her. Wife sharing. The first time the subject was broached, I received the expected typical response. "No way! You really want me to sleep with somebody else? I'd never do that!" I didn't push the subject. Let it rest for a month or so and then brought it up again. And again I got about the same response although not quite as harsh of a no. Fifty Shades of Grey, along with a few other romance novels helped. I could sense a change in her sexual attitude. She started bits of some of the stories including some wife/girlfriend sharing stories. One night she shared a rather erotic bit of a story where the wife had sex with another man while the husband watched. She was incredibly turned on and we had great sex that night. "That book must have really turned you on," I said as we laid in bed post intercourse. "Yeah, it was pretty hot," she admitted. "Aren't you at least a little interested in something like that?" A long pause... "Yeah, maybe...but I'd be afraid you'd get jealous" "I can guarantee I wouldn't get jealous. It would be so hot and erotic to see you having fun with another guy," I replied looking right at her. "Really?" "Definitely! At least keep an open mind." She fell asleep thinking about it. A month later we were at a dance club having a good time. Shelly was on the floor having a good time as I watched from the bar stool since I wasn't much of a dancer. I noticed one guy in particular dancing rather dirty with her, grinding and bumping the entire song. "Looks like you were having fun out there," I joked when she came back after the music ended. "OMG, that one guy told me I was hot," she said beaming. "Because you are!" "Did that bother you he was dancing with me like that?" "Hell no! I thought it was awesome! You can do whatever you want tonight," I assured her. Shelly grabbed her drink and stood. She walked off proudly to go talk to the guy who was taking a break on the other end of the bar. Soon they were out dancing again, just as provocatively as before. He grabbed my wife's ass over her jeans a couple of times and 'accidently' brushed against her tits with his hands. After a few songs of dancing, Shelly came back to her chair again. "He saw us talking earlier and asked if we were together," she said wryly. "And what did you tell him?" "I said we were just friends," she responded, looking at me for a reaction. "Good girl!" "Good! I was hoping you'd say that," she said relieved. "You told me you wanted me to have some fun so I am" "Doesn't bother me a bit, it was fun to watch. I noticed he rubbed against your boobs earlier. Too bad your bra is in the way," I said grinning. Shelly walked to the bathroom without a word. Five minutes later she came back and shoved something in my lap. It was her bra! Shelly has great tits. B-cup with no sag, medium size build for her body and a nice ass. Other than the fact her tits moved easier under her shirt without a bra, it was hard to tell unless you were up close. I saw her new friend motion to her from across the bar and she left to follow him back to the dance floor. As Shelly ground her ass against his crotch, he reached around to cup her breasts over her shirt. I saw him grin and whisper something to her which made them both laugh. I turned to watch the TV which had a football game on and lost track of time. When I looked back at the dance floor finally, I didn't see either one of them. The bar announced last call. Shelly showed up a few minutes later and we left. "I didn't see you out there for a while," I said grinning as we got into the cab. "That was crazy," she said shaking her head. "Crazy fun?" "Yeah, I had a good time" "That guy was really hitting on you it looked like" "He felt me up" "Yeah, I saw him smiling on the dance floor when he noticed you didn't have a bra on" "He was feeling my boobs when we were standing in the corner too." "Over your shirt?" "And under" "Wow, that's so hot honey," I replied, feeling myself get turned on. "We might have kissed too" The cab dropped us off at our house and we went in. Both of us were so turned on we immediately stripped and got busy. The sex was amazing! "You could have brought him home," I said laying in bed afterwards. "I thought about it but I didn't know what you'd say" "You know I wouldn't have minded" "I guess I should have..." We fell asleep thinking about what had transpired and what might have happened. I could tell that tonight had been a big jump for her and a way to test the water for my reaction without going all the way.