13 comments/ 218426 views/ 24 favorites Carol's School Tales Ch. 01 By: SylviaG I sat on the bed in what was to be my room for the next 6 months. They stood in the doorway the pair of them, holding hands like I used to do with him. "Well what do you say?" she snapped. I swallowed, "Good night," I replied quickly to get it over with. 20 minutes later I pulled the pillow over my head, to block out the sound from the next room. My husband was fucking his daughter! Finally they stopped and the house was silent. This was our first day in this house, and I had to endure 6 months of pretending to be my stepdaughter! We had moved towns after it happened. I had agreed to this, but I didn't realise how awful it would be. I was used to them fucking; it was something I had to put up with, until I was woman enough to face my mistake. This was my punishment after what I had let happen to Becky. More on that later.... I came down to breakfast still in my dressing gown. They were giggling together, that soon stopped when I entered the kitchen. "I don't think I can do this," I mumbled. Jim moved towards me, I could barely look him in the eye. "You will for 6 months you will go to school and pretend to be Becky. Then when she gets the university placing things will go back to how they were. You do want that don't you?" "Of course I do, I love you Jim, but I just don't think it'll work," I whimpered, finally making eye contact with him. "Becky will teach you everything you need to know. You did the course work just years ago, it won't have changed that much. Just get my daughter into university and things will be OK again." I watched him kiss her, as he did she looked down at me mocking me with her eyes. God I hated her, but after what happened she had a right to treat me as she did. Even so I still hated her. I was very timid as an 18 year old, and that didn't change when I grew into womanhood. At school I was the nerd, I did well with my studies, and everything was set for a good career. Back then not so long ago; I was the 18 year old girl with the brace on my teeth and a few spots on my face. My nickname was 'Carrier Bag Carol'. You know the thing; go near me and you need a bag to put over my head. I cried at the taunts from boys and girls alike. One of my few friends was the 'hot girl' only because I did most of her work for her. Even so I marvelled at the way she manipulated her 'many' boyfriends. She was always up for a petting session; I would just go off and do her homework as she larked about with the boys. I convinced myself that I was going to save my virginity for the right man. Well that was my excuse for not attracting a single date! By the time I met Jim I had straight teeth, no spots or greasy hair, and two lumps on my chest that seemed to just sprout up all of a sudden. Jim swept me off my feet and we married, I still lacked confidence even with Jim at first, he thought it was 'cute' that I wanted to save myself until after the wedding. His daughter was quite simply, a bitch! She found just two weeks after her 18 bithday party, just how timid I was. She was like my friend at school, confident and cunning. She could twist her dad round her finger. I mean how many daughters would get away with calling their father's girlfriend, a fucked up twat! OK he shouted, but 5 minutes later he was telling her how sorry he was for making her cry. Yes life with my stepdaughter wasn't going to be chocolates and flowers. "So we go shopping for you school uniform after breakfast Becky," she said, happily holding onto my husband's shoulder. God this was so bloody humiliating, her calling me Becky, and I had 6 months of it! "That's good, from now on we swap names so we get used to it." I looked at Jim who was waiting for a response. I didn't want to say anything but I had to show them I was willing. "I suppose you are right." He left to go to work. As the front door shut I found myself cringing at the thought of my life as Becky's, sorry Carol's stepdaughter. "You know it's worth it just to get rid of me. When I go to university you will have dad back, so just do as I say and I'll soon be out of your hair." "Not soon enough," I mumbled under my breath. She smirked down at me. "Go and get dressed then we can get you kitted out." I got up and walked to the door. I felt weary and drained. "B, Carol," I corrected myself, "please will you stop having sex with....." I felt her hand on my shoulder and she turned me around. "No, it's your own fault; oh I know dad is very well endowed, but if you made more of an effort...." "I can't he hurts me, he's too big for me," I said, with my eyes full of tears. "Then perhaps you shouldn't have married him. How many in 2 years of marriage 6 times? 10?" "It's more than that," I hissed, then I suddenly realised it was my husband's 18 year old daughter I was talking to. I pulled out of her grasp. Her next words had me stopping in my tracks. "7, he told me, 7 little fucks, with you moaning that he was hurting you because he was so big!" God was nothing sacred? Did Jim tell her everything? Well I suppose he was fucking her so why the hell should he worry about me! I went off to get dressed. "Oh my god!" "What?" I said, looking up at Becky. "Christ you are suppose to be 18 not bloddy 23," she said, and then started giggling. I looked down realising the navy trouser suit and the handbag, wasn't the clothes that I should be wearing if we were to carry this off. She skipped off to her bedroom, well my bedroom, but then again it wasn't I hadn't slept there yet. I hadn't slept with my husband since it happened nearly 5 months ago. I changed into what she brought back; she saw my cringing face that made her smile. I sat at the dressing table mirror as she tugged my blonde hair back into a ponytail. I didn't even object when she started applying HER makeup to MY face. I looked in the mirror when she had finished. God I looked just like her! Well the makeup and clothes, which seemed to take the 5 years off my 23 that it needed to if this was going to work. "God you do look like me," she said, finally realising how well she had done. So there I stood still cringing at the teenager looking back from the mirror. My eye shadow was thick and black, more like a tart would wear, but I knew some girls wore makeup like this so I wouldn't look out of place. My lipstick was dark brown and hung heavy on my lips; normally I wore light pinks and soft reds. My top was a white tee-shirt that clung to my C cup breasts. It didn't quite reach my navel, but the worst thing was below my waist. I wore black tights under a denim miniskirt, and knee length black boots with a 4 inch heel! I had seen Becky in this outfit loads of times. I hated her wearing it she looked like a tart. But now I was the one who wore it, I was the one who looked like a tart, and I was the one that was going to town to buy a school uniform! I shook my head and as I did I felt the large hoop earrings banging on the side of my neck, I normally wore little studs. Then in the mirror behind me I saw Becky. I turned round quickly not believing the reflection. There she stood in my white skirt suit 4 inches off the knee with black tights and her own black court shoes. Her blonde hair was up on top of her head in my clips. Her, no my black silk blouse was open to just below her breasts, showing a little of the soft round curves, everyone would see she was braless! Her makeup was similar to how I wore it, apart from the heavy red lipstick! She wore my pearl necklace and matching earrings. She even wore those fake glasses that you can get with a classy frame, it made her look older than 18, well that was the point. Then I noticed MY wedding rings on HER finger! It suddenly hit home just how far this was going. "Becky I don't want you to wear my wedding rings," I mumbled pathetically. "Oh and just how the hell do you think I'll look if I don't wear them? I am supposed to be married to dad." As we walked through the town men stared, lots of men, one of us got a wolf whistle, and a lorry driver blew his horn. I was shaking like a leaf, Becky was smiling. We went into the shop, that's when I heard her words that made me cringe. "I need a school uniform for my stepdaughter." I didn't take much notice of what we bought; I was in such shock. Becky seemed to take things in her stride, at least one of us could! Then came time to pay, I instinctively went to get my purse from my bag. But I didn't have either! I just watched as Becky opened MY bag, and took out MY purse, that SHE had been carrying! She winked at me as she handed over my card to the sales girl. I felt queasy as she signed my name. I swallowed hard as visions of policemen swooping on us filled my head. The salesgirl just smiled and handed the card and the receipt to Becky. "Thank you Mrs Norris." Becky walked out of the shop with me trailing behind her. "Don't look so frightened Carol, I've been practising your signature for a month," she said, with a huge grin. We went into a coffee shop, and slowly I began to relax a little. By the time we came out I was thinking that maybe this would work. OK the makeup would be the most important thing, but I felt strangely confident that my already young looking face could pass for that of an 18 year old, and not 23 as I was! Becky handed me a scrap of paper and I went to the newsagents and picked out the teenage magazines she had written down. As I waited in the queue to pay I became aware of the two men who had stopped outside. They were looking at me or rather my legs. They both came in and stood right behind me in the queue. I felt nervous as they moved close behind me. "What's your name darling?" one of them whispered. I ignored him hoping the queue would soon move. "You've got nice legs love. Why don't you come for a drink with us?" "No, thank you," I said, trying to sound calm. I could smell the booze on the breath of one of them. Then a hand stroked my backside. I jumped forward and dropped the magazines. Instinctively I bent down to pick them up, that was when a hand quickly shot between my legs and I felt fingers grab my ass UP my skirt! "Leave my stepdaughter alone!" My head spun round and there stood Becky. The two men backed away, by then a couple of men moved in and pushed the two drunks out of the shop. "Thank you," I mumbled. I drove home still thinking of the men groping me. I realised then just how vulnerable I had been. I didn't know if I could cope with this, but I had to try. Becky seemed to slip into my role quite easily; it was like she had been doing it all her life. I thought I would have to get a grip or I would be the one who blew our cover. I went to bed early and listened to Jim and Becky downstairs. They laughed and giggled at some TV program. Then I heard Becky call to Jim. "Do you want a coffee?" "Yes please love," he replied. My tears started to flow. Why were they still talking like that? Why couldn't I sleep with my own husband? And why did they seem to enjoy playing these roles? I knew the fucking was to get back at me; they both made that clear, well Becky more than Jim. The first time it happened I was made to watch! Everything was my fault. I didn't have an argument with that. My husband had come home from the pub he was drunk, just enough to make him happy. Since it happened my stepdaughter didn't feel safe so she slept with my husband. But I was still at the stage then of trying anything to get back a little respect. I had enough of Becky teasing me about her father coming home drunk and cuddling into her back. She had told me that sometimes as he slept he got an erection. She told me she realised how I might have trouble with his cock being as it was so big. Then she mentioned that as he slept he had put her hand on his erection! She admitted she jerked him off to get back at me, and it soon turned into a ritual every time he came home drunk! But this one night I wanted to prove to them both I was woman enough to give my husband what he wanted. Even if his cock did hurt me! I pulled Jim into my room, I began kissing him and playing with his cock through his trousers. "Please sleep with me tonight?" I begged. I could see he still wasn't that interested. I pulled away thinking this was just too hopeless. "I know about Becky, about Becky playing with you. I know I've hurt you both, but please give me a chance," I said, finally opening my eyes. He sighed heavily. Then he took off his jacket. "I don't want you going too far with her, it's not right, she is your daughter, and, and the way you act with her, well it is going to lead to something worse. Please let me try and be your wife again?" I watched him as he slumped in the chair. "I love you, but what you did was, well unspeakable. I know I should have stopped sleeping with Becky ages ago. But every time I tried she said she was too scared to sleep alone. But I think it's gone too far now." "Don't say that, you can stop, you haven't.....with her have you?" "No but I...she...hell we both want too." He looked at me. "I'm not a monk Carol, hell you knew how big I was, all that shit about saving it until we married. Christ I know sex isn't the only thing to make a marriage, but fuck me I need it!" "Then won't you let me try before it's too late?" I said softly. He reached into his jacket pocket and threw a pack of condoms on the dressing table. It was now his turn not to look at me. "You were planning to, tonight?" I mumbled. "Becky wants to do it as much as me, I've been telling her no for sometime. But I, I cannot hold off any longer." I saw tears in his eyes. I looked at the condom pack, and then went to the window. I took a deep breath. "Please listen to what I have to say, and don't interrupt me until I've finished." I felt him walk up behind me. "I want you to fuck me, and if, if I can't take it, then....... But I still love you and somehow, I'll, I'll get something done to help." I felt his hand on my shoulder. It should have been a comfort but it wasn't. He took my hand and we went to our bedroom. Becky sat up not even bothering to cover her naked breasts. She got out of bed in just her panties. "You are not really going to fuck her are you?" "You were listening," I gasped. She just stared at me like I was a piece of shit! I tried to ignore her but on her way out she kissed her father's cheek, and then just raised an eyebrow mocking me. I felt Jim between my legs. He had tried his best to get me in the mood but I had to lube myself. The searing pain shot through me. I whimpered and cried out. He hadn't even started fucking me yet and I was in tears. My legs trembled and I bit my lip as he started moving. I was groaning praying that I could take him. He was only in me a little way, and he started off slowly, which I was glad about. He began to increase, but I wasn't ready! He slid hard into me and I screamed with pain, again he pushed hard and I pushed on his chest. The third thrust was all I could take. I screamed at him to get out of me. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. Jim lay on his back. I looked at the cock that I couldn't take. My husband's cock was too bloody big for me! Then she appeared at the bottom of the bed. I watched in disbelief as she rolled a condom on his huge dick. "Becky...." Jim said a little shocked. "Shush dad, it's for the best," she purred. I went to get up and she pulled me back grabbing my hand. She straddled over his cock, and used my hand to help her down over his hard dick! I couldn't move I was mesmerised as she slowly took inch after inch of his cock into her pussy. She gasped and panted but still wouldn't stop. Finally she was sat right down on him. "Oh god, oh fuck me dad you're big!" she hissed through gritted teeth. I watched her slowly lift then drop back down. I could hear her fanny squelching already! Jim was moaning too, I think the beer had taken over now. I just looked at him as he groaned her name! His eyes were closed, and he was moaning. I looked at Becky she had been riding him hard for sometime. I could hear the slap of her thighs on his. Her breasts covered in sweat jiggled, and her blonde hair fell over her face. She had planted her feet either side of Jim's hips, and she crouched down onto his cock and then pushed herself back up. I looked at the throbbing cock that she was taking with an ease that shocked me. Just watching his whole length disappear into his daughter's cunt shocked me. She was whimpering slightly, but seemed to be in control, and not in very much distress. I suddenly felt incomplete as a woman. That should be me on top of Jim, not his bloody daughter! "Oh god, oh fuck me, that's fucking great dad!" she hissed. I felt more pressure on my hand. Jesus I was still holding her bloody hand! She pulled right off of him, and then with her free hand pulled the condom off and threw it across the room. "Becky!" I screeched, as she lowered herself back on his dick. "Fuck the condom, I want his cum in my fucking belly!" she panted. I could see how determined she was, the concentration on her face, and her sharp focused eyes looked down at her father. "God look he's fucking nearly a sleep, and I'm bouncing up and down on his dick, god that is so fucking sexy!" she spat, in an excited breathless whisper. I tried to pull out of her grasp but she held onto me tight as hell. "No you fucking stay there I'm about to come and I need, need you to hold me up," she spat lustfully. "Becky," I whimpered. She just ignored me still gripping my hand hard. "OH, 14 fucking inches of cock, I measured it the other night," she snapped panting hard, "OOOHHH! AAAHHH!" I felt her shudder and at one point she nearly fell over on me. I just pushed her back upright! She chuckled as the orgasm she had just had slowly subsided. She still bounced hard onto his cock. She had this determined look on her face. It was like she was just so into pleasing him, that she didn't give a toss about anything else. "Oh fuck I can feel him coming! Jesus, Jesus!" "Oh god no!" I whimpered. "Fucking hell he's throbbing like fuck! YES!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "Oh Beck......BECKY!" my husband groaned, still with his eyes closed. "Cum dad let me have it, give me the fucking lot!" she screeched, as she bounced wildly. Jim thrust up into her, and she started screaming like some wild animal. "See that is how you do it," she said, mocking me with a smug grin. I looked at her she had stopped now, and she just sat with her eyes closed. She panted hard due to the effort of fucking her father! "Help me," she whimpered. I held both her arms as she eased herself up. She groaned and winced, and then she stumbled with her foot caught up in the sheets. She fell against me, and then pushed herself back. For a moment she looked shocked, and then she started to giggle. "You better wipe your face; I've just smeared my fanny all over it." I rushed to the loo, and wiped my face frantically with a cloth. When I turned round Becky was stood naked in front of me. "Christ hurry up before I drip everywhere," she said, with a sudden burst of laughter. I went to move out of her way, and then I saw my husband's spunk on the inside of her thigh, and leaking through her tiny fingers that covered her pussy. Becky looked down wondering what I was so shocked at seeing. She grinned. "Fucking gallons of it, I'll be dripping for a week," she said, with a huge devilish smile. I went downstairs still trying to come to terms with what had just taken place. I was so disgusted with everything. My failure to let my husband fuck me, Becky's apparent ease to take Jim's cock, and Jim for just letting his daughter fuck him as he slept, and me again for letting it all happen, and to actually get wet between my legs! Carol's School Tales Ch. 01 I looked back in on them. Jim was asleep, but Becky was naked and was kissing and fondling his cock, she looked like some bloody vampire finishing off a corpse! She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks for helping, mum," she whispered, with a sick grin. I started to brush up on Becky's notes from her old school, and practised using her makeup. I was a good student at school and considered the girl most likely to succeed in my final year. Becky was bright too, but after it happened she wouldn't go to school. Like I said she was bright but lazy, and we all knew she wouldn't be able to get back into the swing of things in time, so Jim suggested I took her place. Not as daft as it first sounded. I was only a few years older than her and we were often mistaken for sisters. Some even thought she was older than me! I had quite a young looking face, and with the heavy makeup the girls now wore they thought I could pass as an 18 year old schoolgirl quite easily. Jim had managed to get her old school file, and it didn't take much to swap her photo for one of me. Jim took the file to the school with him, and explained how she had a mental breakdown, and that we had moved towns. So they agreed a few days later to let her in, or rather me. I came down to breakfast feeling nervous as hell. "How do I look?" I mumbled. Two sets of eyes ran over my body. "HOT!" Becky said, after a little hesitation. "Jim?" I asked, hoping for a more reassuring response. He scratched his head, and then looked between Becky and me. "Good, you look, good," he said with a nod. That had me spinning on my heels, all 3 and ¾ inches of them. He grabbed my shoulder stopping my retreat. "You'll be fine, won't she dad?" "Hot you said," I spat, annoyed with Becky. "Look it'll work, just act calm and you'll piss it. Anyway I bet you get a few boys asking for dates, maybe a few teachers too!" "Becky that is not helping here!" Jim snapped. "I can't do this, I bloody, can't do this," I panted frantically. Jim pushed me into the lounge and closed the door. "You are going to do this, you are Becky now. Think like an 18 year old and do it," Jim hissed under his breath. "I don't know," I whimpered. He shook me by the shoulders. "You got us into this mess now you have to get us out of it. You are going to get my daughter into university, or by god you'll regret it!" I stood in the hall a few moments later. I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror. My makeup thickly applied as Becky had shown me. My hair was up in a ponytail, and big hoop earrings hanging from my ears. The white blouses that Becky had bought were tight around my bust, and they showed a little white lacy bra through the thin fabric. My tie seemed to hang in between both breasts acting like a flashing light, drawing attention to the mounds either side. But the grey pleated miniskirt! God it was 8 inches off my knee! I tried on the other two but they were the same style and length. I mean how the hell was I supposed to walk up the stairs at school? When I sat down at breakfast I could barely stop from flashing my panties. I tried pulling at the hem and when it wouldn't budge, I honestly thought my skirt had got caught in the waistband! And my legs they just seemed to go on forever! Honey coloured tights made my legs shine, at least if the boys at school gawped at my legs they couldn't see Miss Beetroot face! "You'll be fine." I looked at Becky. "Look these shoes, maybe I should wear flat shoes," I panted. "No this is your signature, high heels and sexy long legs. That was what I wore at school and seeing as you are now me, well I think you should dress how I want you to." I realised I had no choice. Becky just stood with a huge grin eyeing me up and down. "You know that skirt really looks good on you." "Becky can't you see how short it is!" I said in exasperation. "Yeah maybe it could do with being a couple of inches shorter," she said, with a childish giggle. I followed Jim to the car. Even before we set off I received a dirty leer, from the old man who lived next door! He even moved a little so he could watch my long legs as they got into the car. I tugged at my hem but I knew he could see the control tops of my pantyhose. I shuddered with embarrassment as he grinned at me. God just how bloody humiliating was this going to be for me? A 23 year old woman pretending to be an 18 year old schoolgirl! Carol's School Tales Ch. 02 I knew I flashed my panties at the 4 schoolboys as I got out of the car. As I walked up the stone steps I clung to Jim's arm. Even though I didn't look anywhere but forward, I was aware of heads turning, lots of heads, mostly males. Jim took me to the headmaster's office. "Do you know how humiliating and degrading this is for me?" I spat under my breath. "Relax you look good, I mean fine." "Thanks a bloody lot Jim!" I hissed. I spent a few minutes with the headmaster and Jim, I mean dad. Then I was left alone with Mr Hobson. Christ if he was going to take another sly glance at my crossed legs, I was going to run out of his bloody school! Eventually he took me to my class up two flights of stairs! He lagged behind and without turning round I knew he was looking at my ass. When I reached the top of the second flight I caught him looking from 6 steps down. I swallowed hard and felt my face burn. The old bastard had seen right up my skirt now! I was going to have to put up with this everyday, with whoever walked behind me at the time. I shot into my seat just glad to get my legs out from everyone's gaze. At least the teacher was female I thought to myself. For the first few weeks I kept myself to myself, although one of the girls seemed to want me to be friends with her, I tried to resist but we soon got lumped together on a science project. Despite all this I managed to take an interest in the schoolwork. By the end of the third week I found a slip of paper in my school books. I froze with terror as I read the words. My eyes shot round the class, and there he was grinning at me. I looked at the paper again and screwed it up, but the words had been branded on my brain, 'HELLO BECKY, I KNOW YOUR SECRET'. At lunchtime I was all for running home. Another piece of paper landed on my desk, this time a hand covered it. I looked up into the grinning eyes. My mouth had gone dry and I was shaking. The hand left the folded paper and I just stared at it. I came to my senses and grabbed it then rushed to the girls toilets. I read it over and over. I had gone into panic now. I showed Jim and Becky the paper. We spent the night trying to figure out what to do. I tried to make them see we had to stop this. But the next day at lunchtime I followed Jim's wishes and I went to the old potting shed at the far end of the school grounds, as instructed by the scrap of paper. I had to find out what this boy knew and maybe more importantly, if he was going to tell someone what he knew! I went in and closed the door. We stood looking at each other for a few moments. Zack wasn't too bad looking but he just didn't get involved in school work, and seemed too cocky for his own good. "What do you want?" I asked, hoping to appear confident. He pushed himself off the shed wall that he was leaning on, still keeping his hands in his pockets. He walked slowly round me looking at me the whole time. "My cousin goes to your old school, he told me about how pretty you were. He said about your long legs and pretty hair, but he didn't say your tits were as big as they are." I was feeling very scared now, but I was damned if I was going to show it in front of him! "Like I said I know your secret. Becky." He was behind me again just circling me. I closed my eyes realising the last few weeks had all been for nothing. He stopped in front of me. "So do I get what I want, or do I tell everyone about the old you?" I took a deep breath. "My cousin told me about your Friday lunchtime performance under the school stage. All I want is you to do your thing for me." He pulled out a £10 note. "Well do I have to spell it out," he sneered. "Please just let me go," I whimpered. "You can go, but I will tell everyone about you if you do." "What do you want?" I said slowly, looking at the note in his hand. "What you gave the other boys at your old school, Blowjob Becky." I shrunk back away from him. "You want me to give you a...." "Yeah, just like the other boys." "You must think I'm crazy, you're just a boy!" "I'm 18," he snapped, "the same age as you." "Don't be ridiculous, I'm older than, you..." I realised my words had confused him. "I, I mean mentally I'm older than you, everyone knows girls mature quicker than boys," I said, hoping to god I had recovered my mistake. "Look I just want a blowjob, I won't tell anyone I promise," he mumbled. I could see doubt in his eyes now. But if I walked away how long before he got the hump and told someone. "If I do then you promise not to tell a soul?" Jesus had I just said that? What the fuck was I playing at? "Yeah I promise. Sit down and show me your, your tits," he panted. I watched him point to his blazer that he had spread out on the ground before I had got there. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. So do I trust him and hope to god he doesn't tell everyone? Or should I just go home and be a failure to my husband and his daughter? I undid my blouse pulling it open, and then I pushed it off my shoulders. I looked at him and he licked his lips, he looked just as nervous as I felt! I pulled my bra straps off my shoulders. I looked down at the lacy bra cups that sagged slightly now the straps held no weight. Slowly I pealed the cups down. I heard him gasp as my nipples came into view. I didn't look at him, I couldn't! All that ran through my mind was that he was just an 18 year old schoolboy, and I was a 23 year old married woman! "They are beautiful," he mumbled. He moved forward, and I clamped my legs together and held my tiny skirt down. Why I didn't know, he was already feasting his eyes on my naked breasts! I heard him pull his zip down. His trouser legs were shaking, and his panting had become quicker. I looked up slowly and there it was in his shaking hand. He couldn't keep the bloody thing still if his life depended on it! Slowly I raised my hand and gripped it. Another trembling gasp escaped his lips. I gulped hard and moved my head forward opening my mouth reluctantly. "Wait, do you want, me to." "Just get on with it," I spat, interrupting him. "Oh fucking hell," he groaned excitedly. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed his cock in my mouth like he had suddenly got his confidence back. I choked and gagged as he pushed right into my mouth. I tried to hold him back but he pulled my hand off his cock. I gagged again as his dick found my throat. His hand was on my head and he had pushed it back against the shed. I tried to push him back fearing he would choke me to death, in his lust crazed state to get himself off! He relented a little, and I started sucking him realising the sooner the better! As soon as he felt my mouth and lips working on his cock, he began panting faster and faster. Then his hips started to buck. My gagging and choking started again, but he was too far gone to care! I was just his cum bag. That was all he wanted. This was his dream to nail one of the schoolgirls. I wondered what he would think if he knew I was a 23 year old married woman! His arms had locked round my head now, and he was becoming more and more frantic. He was grunting and snorting, and now again he was fucking my throat! My nose was pressed against his pelvis. I thought I was going to suffocate. I tried to push him back but he just gripped tighter. My shoes scraped on the shed floor, as I tried to get my feet into a position where I could push away from him, but he held me tighter and actually stood on my thigh. I couldn't suck him now in fact my mouth had given up. It just hung open making obscene gurgling and choking noises. Then I felt it, hot and wet and sticky. He was swearing under his breath. I choked and as I did my head jerked forward which sent his cock into my throat! He eased back slightly as another jet hit my throat. I swallowed! I had to, before I choked to death. His salty spunk was now sliding into my belly, and all I could think was that I deserved it! He pushed off panting and stumbling around. He looked down at my face, and the spunk which dripped out of my mouth. All of a sudden I saw fear in his eyes. He shook his head and rushed to put his cock away. My hand rubbed my throat it hurt and felt strained. I looked away from him feeling tears in my eyes. I saw the dirty foot print on my leg that his shoe had left, laddering my tights where he had stood on me to stop me from struggling. He gave my tit's a last look, and then wiped his hand across his mouth and left. ............................................... Now I know you are probably thinking I didn't deserve to be treated like this. I mean what must I have done to put up with my husband screwing his daughter? Well for the moment let me assure you I did deserve it, I deserved everything I got. I'm not going to tell you why, not yet, but please don't feel any pity for me; just imagine something so terrible that if you saw me on fire, you wouldn't put it out! ............................................... I went home I didn't give a fuck about school. I just wanted to go home. How many people saw me? What they thought? I didn't have a clue. The mess my clothes and face were in must have attracted attention. But nobody asked, nobody approached, and why should they? I was just a stupid schoolgirl! "What the hell are you doing home?" Becky asked, "Look at the fucking state you are in." "I've got a new nickname, Blowjob Becky!" I yelled. I burst into tears and she sat me on the couch. "That boy was he at my old school?" she asked. "No, his cousin was. He said he wanted the same as the boys at your old school got. So that is how you got that sore on your lips is it?" I snapped. "Don't be ridiculous," she spat back. "I know all about the things you did under the stage, god you little tart. That's how you got that cold sore, but it wasn't a cold sore was it? It was a bloody disgusting disease from some boy!" "Did you do it then?" she asked. I nodded. "He just stood over me and waited, he asked me if I wanted something I don't know what. What did you do? Something disgusting before you let them!" "Wait what did he ask?" "Oh I don't know, I didn't let him finish I just told him to get on with it. Well what does it matter?" I screeched. I looked at her, and the smirk on her face as it turned into a chuckle. "It's not fucking funny!" I snapped. "You stupid cow!" she said, and then giggled more. "Its not funny Becky," I said slowly. "Oh yes it is. So you swallowed him?" "Don't be so horrible. Of course I swallowed him I didn't get a choice. So that makes me as bad as you," I grizzled. "Oh no that makes you worse. He was going to ask you if he should wear a condom, and you said get on with it," she said, laughing out loud. "You, you made them, wear condoms?" I asked in shock. She lent forward and held my face up, until our eyes were no more than 6 inches apart. "I never once had a naked cock in my mouth, NEVER!" I sank back on the couch. "Still you deserved it didn't you? Didn't you!" she bellowed. "Yes," I mumbled finally. I went and had a bath, hoping I could soak away my humiliation. Becky was wandering around humming to herself. I went downstairs and she looked up from the telly. "I saw this competition on the telly; you had to work out sayings from pictures. I couldn't get one, a bird flying past the sun, then it sort of turned round and went back towards a sign that said south." "One swallow doesn't make a summer," I said "No but it makes a schoolboy happy," she said, with a huge laugh. I stormed out in tears and ran to my bedroom slamming the door. "Oh come on I'm only joking," she called through the door. "Go away and leave me alone," I grizzled. "Yes just like a teenager," she said, and then laughed again. God she was right! Here I was sulking in my room. Then I thought back to project I had started. I wanted it to be good; no I wanted it to be the best, so Della and I would have the best science project in the whole class! What the fuck was I thinking? I mean my room was full of teenage things. Becky had picked most of it, but I had added to it without even thinking! Whether I liked it or not I had turned into the teenage schoolgirl that I was pretending to be. I went back to school the next day carrying Zack's blazer. I couldn't look him in the eye. I handed the blazer to him. "Thanks," he mumbled. "Oh Becky's got a boyfriend!" I turned round and there stood 4 of the girls looking at me and Zack with big grins on their faces. They had seen me give the blazer back to him. It must have looked awkward. I didn't know what to say I looked at Della my new school friend. She was waiting for me to deny it. "Help me?" I said, through tight lips at Zack. "We are not going out together alright," he said, trying to appease the interest of more of our classmates. "Yeah then why has she got your blazer?" a boy shouted. Della looked at me. I could see that 'I don't believe you have already started dating' look in her eyes. Then it lifted, like she had found the cure for cancer. "God Becky that was quick, I mean is that because you act so shy? Do the boys like that? Should I try that with Sean?" "Look nothing happened we are not dating. I, I just found his blazer that's all." Her smile dropped like she believed me. "I didn't think he was your type. Oh Miss Newark wants to see you after registration. So why didn't you come back after lunch yesterday? Where did you go I looked for you at lunch time?" I was fast losing my cool with my new friend. "Will you help me with Sean? Will you ask him to go out with me?" "Yes," I spat, just to shut her up. So what the hell would happen next? Would I start dating a boy from school? Carol's School Tales Ch. 03 I apologised to Miss Newark about going home without telling her. I told her I wasn't feeling very well. She told me she had phoned my stepmother, and she had told her I was ill. I began trying to help Della date Sean; eventually I had to tell her he wasn't interested. She looked so devastated poor girl; I didn't have the nerve to tell her Sean had asked ME out! He began passing me pieces of paper with stupid little jokes that made me chuckle. At one point I looked over my shoulder. I could see why Della fancied him. In fact if I had been a real schoolgirl I wouldn't have minded a date myself! "I thought you and I were friends. You come to this school acting all scared, until you get everyone on your side. Then with those big boobs and sexy long legs, you start chasing the boy I've wanted to date for ages!" "Della it's not true, I've never chased Sean," I protested. "Oh you are a fucking lying cow! I saw the notes he passed to you, and you quickly hid them," she spat narrowing her eyes. She stormed out calling me a slut on her way. "Becky!" I spun round looking my teacher. "Yes Miss?" "I want to see you after school," she said. I sat next to Della but she snubbed me the whole day. At lunch time I tried to talk to her but she told me to fuck off. After lunch I noticed the blackboard. Someone had drawn a heart with an arrow through it, and Sean and Becky had been written above and below. Miss Newark rubbed it out and said nothing; she just glanced at Sean and then me. "You drew that you bitch," Della said, under her breath. "I didn't!" I screamed, finally losing my temper. "Quiet!" Miss Newark spat. I sunk back in the chair, feeling the amused eyes of the rest of the class on me, and hearing several stifled giggles. I stood in front of the teacher as the class emptied. Then I was aware of Sean next to me. Miss Newark demanded to know why we had both upset Della. 10 minutes later I was striding down the corridor pissed off with everything. I heard Sean calling me and ignored it until he caught me up just outside the school. I broke down in tears. Everything was getting on top of me, I just couldn't cope anymore. Sean pulled me into the bike shed away from the rain that had started to fall. I was shaking with cold and he took his over coat off and made me put it on. I just clung to him sobbing hard, I just needed to be held, but this was the boy that my best friend wanted to date. "I'm sorry, have you got a fag?" We started walking I was so wrapped up in what had happened I didn't know where we were going. We didn't speak, well I didn't Sean just talked and after the fourth or fifth joke I began chuckling. A car ran through a puddle and my legs got a soaking of cold water. I jumped and yelled at the driver. "Oh Jesus!" "Becky what's up?" "It's my bloody step...mother's car!" I snapped, just managing not to say daughter. "Get in, and you young man." I looked at Becky through the open window. She had a real triumphant look on her face. I slid in the back seat next to Sean. What the hell would happen next? "So who is this Becky?" "Sean," I whimpered defeated. It took us ages to get to Sean's house, I'm sure Becky was driving as slow as she could. I just sat there cringing hoping the 'Car Seat Monster' would pull through the back seat and into another universe, it didn't happen. So I had to listen to her tell Sean that I talked about him at home, about how nice he was, and if he was going to ask me out! "So are you dating my stepdaughter?" I could see her eyes in the rear view mirror. God she was fucking well enjoying this! "She's free on Saturday," "I'm not, besides Della wants to go out with him!" I hissed through gritted teeth, staring hard into her laughing eyes. "Hell Becky, just go out with the boy. Pick her up at 10.30 dear I'm sure you are free, and I bet you would rather date my step m, daughter." God she wasn't asking him she was bloody well telling him. I heard him swallow. "Y, Yes I, am free, Mrs Norris," he mumbled. I dug him in the ribs but it was too late now. "Oh call me B." I kicked the back of her seat. "Carol, call me Carol. Thank you dear," she said, looking at me in the mirror. That night my anger towards my stepdaughter soon doubled. Jim had been to the pub and Becky had told me to keep out of sight. Then when she had him safely in the bedroom she came and got me. Jim was drunk again but the sight of his wife (I mean me here), in just black stockings and high heels, had him squinting through his drunken eyes. Becky took me over to the bed. She pulled back the covers and there was his cock. "Go on," she whispered in my ear. His limp cock lay on his thigh, slowly I bent my head. I watched Becky's hand as she lifted it up. She began rubbing his cock over my face. "Suck him, get him hard for me," she ordered. I glanced up at Jim, he was just watching through half shut eyes, waiting for me to do as his daughter instructed. I swirled my tongue around his cock. I worked my mouth over his head and felt it rise. Becky had moved next to him, and she was still holding her father's cock in my mouth, as she kissed him. His cock began to grow as I began sucking his head deeper into my mouth. I could hear the noisy kisses between father and daughter, the sound was mocking me with every plop, and slurp. "Come on you can get more in your mouth than that," Becky said, with a dirty giggle. I tried harder but I just couldn't take more than a couple of inches. I felt the bed move and shuffling around. The next thing I knew Becky and I were face to face. She had positioned herself on top of Jim and she seemed to be wriggling around. "Oh yes daddy right on my clit." I looked up and all I could see was the top of my husband's head sticking above Becky's backside. She saw me looking and pushed herself up on her arms. I could now see all the way underneath her, to her blonde hair and just below that I saw Jim's tongue licking between her legs. "That what you want to see, my dad's tongue licking my cunt?" she whispered. She began rocking from side to side, and I watched Jim trying to catch her pussy with his tongue. She settled back on him again, and gave me a wicked smile. I went to get off the bed but Becky grabbed my arm. "You know maybe I ought to tell dad you have been practising," She chuckled, opening her eyes wide suggestively. "Becky please you mustn't tell him," I hissed frantically. She pushed my head back onto his cock. I choked a little as she giggled again. "You know I really should. He is my dad after all. I mean you have been unfaithful!" "Becky please keep your voice down," I begged. I watched her jump slightly and she gasped. "OH dirty bastards put his tongue in my ass again. Did he ever do that to you?" I pushed myself off the bed. "Thank you that will be all!" Becky called after me with a chuckle. I spent the night listening to them fuck. My stepdaughter's cries were I'm sure for my benefit! I felt so low. But Becky had told me what I had to do to stop her telling Jim I had been unfaithful. So I suppose I should just have to get over it. Anyway deep down I knew I deserved this and maybe a lot more! The next morning I heard them larking about. Her silly giggles and Jim chasing her round the bedroom made me feel sick. "I hear you've got a date today," Jim said casually. I looked in disbelief at Becky. "Don't worry she explained it all. She is right, you need to date this kid and then dump him in a few weeks." "What your father, sorry husband is trying to say, is it'll keep the other boys off your back. You know worry about one instead of all?" "NO this is the end. I've had it with you two. I can't go out with a boy!" "Oh go on just a little kiss and cuddle. I mean just think what dad would say if you went any further?" Yes it was a threat, and yes I knew she would tell him if she had a mind to. But it was his attitude that I found hard to understand. It was like no big deal! His wife has got a boyfriend, but the answer was staring back at me. He had his sexy 18 year old daughter, who could take his 14 inch cock with barely a whimper. All I could do was scream my head off before he got anywhere near sticking it in me! I looked a right fright, well to my eyes. "God you look like a fucking hot babe!" "I cannot go out like this!" I screeched. "You don't have a choice. It's what I want and that is final." "Becky please let me change; do you hate me this much?" I squeaked. "Yes, after what happened I don't give a fuck about you. I'd rather dad divorced you and kicked you out. But we came to this arrangement didn't we?" I looked down, and then nodded. "So just under another 5 months and you'll have dad back all to yourself. Now go and let lover boy in." "Hi Sean," I said, a little weary. He couldn't speak, he just stood open mouthed. Finally he realised he was gawping at me. "You look, great," he mumbled. I wore my hair up in clips and as usual heavy makeup. My white blouse was open down to my navel, not that I had any buttons to do up, Becky had cut them all off! His eyes darted to the two soft round breasts that hung between the 4 inch gap of my blouse, which was tied in a knot just above my navel. Luckily the blouse was quite thick, well thick enough so the darkness of my nipples didn't show through. I turned to let him in feeling my braless tits wobble. Now he would be looking at my ass in the tight cut off jeans. Becky had cut them so short that the lower part of my ass cheeks were visible, well under the black opaque tights. I wore black knee length boots with a 5 inch heel, with zips up the inside so the bootleg clung tight to my legs. "Well hello Simon." "It's Sean mum," I said, calling her mum without even thinking. "So are you going to the pictures, I can drop you off if you like?" Sean and I looked at each other. Before we could say anything she hustled us out to the car. My plan was to leave Sean as soon as Becky dropped us off, but we had another shock. She took us in and paid for the tickets! "Now you listen young man you keep your hands to yourself," "Mother!" I hissed in frustration. "And you young lady, just remember what happened the last time you were caught with your blouse round your waist. And didn't I tell you to change that blouse this morning?" I shook my head. God she was a bitch stood there in those bloody glasses that made her look mid twenties. Sean had heard every word like she intended. Now he must have wondered what the hell he had let himself in for! She went off humming some stupid tune again, god she was really over doing the mother bit! "You can go if you like," I mumbled, as the lights went down. "Look I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but well, I've got nothing better to do, so I'd like to watch the film. I mean I'll go if you want," he said, rambling a bit. "No it's OK. I don't really want to rush home anyway," I said distantly. I lent against him at some point during the film. I could smell the aftershave he had put on, I suspected especially for our date. It made me smile a bit. Maybe if I was 18 and not 23 I would have fancied him, only a little bit of course. My head was on his shoulder and I could feel his cheek on my head. I suddenly realised his arm was round my shoulder. Fuck we were cuddling! Still it wasn't so bad, and his aftershave smelt quite nice. The way I was sat I knew my shirt had gaped open a little more. I wondered if he was watching the film, or my breast that was probably about to fall out. No he had an erection! Not much but enough to tell me I was turning him on. He reached across to the empty seat where we had put our coats. I grinned as he pulled his coat onto his lap. I felt the coat on my hand, which at some point I had put on his thigh! I wanted to move my hand away, but it would look obvious. So I left it there, his leg felt hot. "Becky?" he whispered. "What Sean?" "I'm sorry I should go, I well, you are just too sexy, and I don't want you falling out with Della." His voice sounded full of panic. He went to get up and I just put pressure on his thigh. I don't know why but I found it comforting being with him, someone who didn't know the awful truth. I took his hand and just slipped it into my blouse. Then I slipped my hand back under his coat, and I began rubbing him slowly through his jeans. "Bloody hell!" he gasped. "You tell anyone I did this Sean," I whispered, feeling his trembling fingers squeeze my breast. "Oh god I won't," he breathed in disbelief. For the rest of the film probably ¾ of an hour we fondled each other. I managed to rub my legs together slightly which stimulated my pussy in the tight shorts. He gasped at the point where I managed to get his cock free from his trousers. I must admit I enjoyed hearing his little excited gasps. After a few minutes he started to pant and my fingers felt the hot spunk that shot between them. My nipple was now tormented to the point of aching, but I didn't really mind. Even when he had finished I carried on rubbing his hot cream into his cock. His gasping was still there but just the odd one here and there. "Christ you drive me wild," he groaned in my ear. I smiled and for some reason I felt good about myself. I remembered back to my real school days, I would have loved to have been doing this back then, just once. But I was the nerd, the ugly duckling, and seeing Jim was having fun with his daughter then why the fuck shouldn't I? I soon got the answer to my question. Sean said he was going to the loo just as the film ended, making me promise to still be here when he got back. As the lights came up he kissed me gently on the lips. I was still smiling until I heard Della's voice. "Enjoy the film slut!" she snapped, spitting in my face as she passed. It suddenly brought me back to earth. "God look at your tits hanging out you tart!" one of her friends sneered. I quickly pulled my blouse together and wiped my face. By the time Sean came back I had calmed down a little. Even so he guessed something was wrong. He blamed himself, and for some reason I thought it best not to discourage him. Yeah I know what a bitch. Carol's School Tales Ch. 04 The next week at school Della snubbed me again. I didn't want to upset her, but as long as I went out with Sean I knew I would. Not only that but I was also a married woman, something that from time to time escaped me altogether! Luckily Sean was a little slow in asking me for another date. I'm sure he couldn't work me out. For the next week I managed to put him off. Then I noticed Della chatting with Zack. I tried to put her off but I got told where to go. At lunchtimes I revised, and tried to cram as much study as I could in the short time. The main purpose of me being here hadn't escaped me, despite all the problems I encountered on the way. I had to get my stepdaughter into university, and after what had happened to her it was the least I could do. The nightmare that had happened just 6 months ago, played over in my mind. But I could never forgive myself for being such a coward. From time to time I would roam around the quiet parts of the school, just really so I could think and have a few moments to myself. While I seemed to be able to carry the deceit quite well, from time to time I had to have my own space, so I could regroup in my head. It was while I was down by the gardens I came across Zack and Della. They were kissing and groping each other. I kept back watching them from behind a tree. Della seemed quite happy until Zack's hands started wandering up her skirt. She pushed him away but he seemed very determined. Della legs seemed to be trembling and she was starting to surrender to his advances. I could hear her little distressed cries as they kissed. Zack was becoming more aggressive. The bastard wasn't going to take no for an answer! "Leave her alone," I hissed. They both stopped and looked at me. "Fuck off Becky!" Zack growled. I pulled Della away from him. She pushed me back. "What's up Becky do you want to pinch every bloke from me?" "Della don't be upset, he, he's not right for you." I looked at Zack who seemed to find this amusing. "I told you Becky I'm going out with Della so stop pestering me for dates." "Get lost Zack I wouldn't go out with you!" I screeched. "You cow!" Della yelled. She began grappling with me and pushed me to the ground. I struggled but she soon sat on my chest and started pulling my hair. "Della please stop, he only wants one thing!" A hard slap hit my face. I could see Della wasn't going to stop. Her face became taut with concentration as she lashed out at me. "You bitch did you come on to my bloke!" she screamed. "NO!.... OUCH!" I screamed, as several strands of hair left my scalp. "She begged me to go out with her Della; she even offered me a blowjob if I dumped you." "Oh, you bastard!" I hissed at Zack, watching the smug grin spread over his face. Della picked my head up by my ears and banged it on the ground. My face got slapped again and she spat at me. "Go on Della beat the cow up!" I looked up into the sea of faces that had gathered round. Boys and girls were now round in a circle. "Go on fucking hit her!" someone shouted from the crowd. I managed to roll her off of me and tried to scramble away. A great cheer went up as Della grabbed my ankle, and then she climbed on my back pinning me to the ground once more. She pushed my face into the dirt. "Eat it you scrubber!" Della yelled, as my head was thrust back into the freshly dug soil. It wasn't just Della now. I felt someone kick me in the ribs and a girl hauled me up by my hair I screamed with pain, and she spat in my face! I began crying and what little fight I had previously put up soon faded. I felt Della push my head down one last time. This time I ended up with a mouthful of dirt. I felt a final kick to my ribs by someone, as I lay sobbing. Slowly I pushed myself up. I could see the group of 50 kids or so, walking away from me through my messed up hair. I spat into the ground trying to get the soil out of my mouth. The laughing and excited talk of the group got further away. I began nervously surveying my body. I wiped my nose and looked at the blood. My ribs hurt although I told myself they weren't broken. My clothes had been ripped too, my blouse hung off my shoulder, and my tights had huge holes in them. Becky must have felt like this I told myself. I looked up towards the voice that had been calling me for a short time. "Oh Sean!" I cried, as I collapsed into his arms. He tried to get me to tell him what had happened, I couldn't. Anyway no doubt he would hear soon enough. Becky came to get me, her face looked like thunder. She didn't say anything until we got into the car. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You are a bloody woman couldn't you defend yourself against an 18 year old?" I shook my head. I think we both remembered that day 6 months ago at that moment. For the next two weeks I kept myself to myself. Della eventually said she was sorry. I must admit it was out of character for her; she seemed shy but saw me as a threat to her. Maybe she thought I WAS going to steal her bloke! Sean and I dated once or twice but he could see I was holding back. He still kept on asking me out, and I had to find a way to let him down gently. All through this Zack just watched me. He would barge past me and I would feel a hand grab my backside. I knew he would tell Della if I made a fuss, so I just put up with it. Miss Newark seemed to be losing patience with me too. I wouldn't tell her what the fight was about but I think she got to hear. I was slow to leave my class at the end of every day, even though I had to get the school bus home. But I just couldn't put up with all the teasing at the bus stop. My fight was becoming old news and the teasing began to die out. But I figured another week of holding back wouldn't hurt. The Friday before a short holiday I hung back as usual. Even Miss Newark beat me out the door. I looked up at the clock another 5 minutes and I would make my way to the bus stop, getting there just before the bus turned up. I jumped as a hand rested on my shoulder. "Are you waiting for me Blowjob Becky?" I felt a shudder run through my body as Zack's fingers undid a button under my tie. "Please don't do this to me Zack," I whimpered. He ignored me feeding his hand into my blouse, and then into the cup of my bra. I didn't struggle I just let him maul at my breast and nipple. I could feel and see my nervous pants blowing the stray hanging hairs, which had come out of my hairclips during the day. "We are going to the potting shed Wednesday lunchtime, OK?" I felt his lips kiss my neck. "Once more Becky, one more blowjob then I'll leave you alone," he spat, squeezing my nipple hard. I winced but just sat there letting him have his fun. "Do you promise to leave me alone, and, and never touch me again?" I mumbled into my chest. "Yeah, if you make it good for me," he said after awhile, as he squeezed my whole breast one last time. I nodded defeated, and his hand that seemed to wait for my response left my breast. So there they were in the garden messing around with plants they had just bought. Couldn't they see how upset I had been over the weekend? No they only had eyes for each other now. The way they cuddled on the couch, and her mocking eyes just waiting for me to say something. No I wouldn't give her the pleasure. I had 4 months to go, she would be gone, and then I would win my husband back, I would be his wife and he would want for nothing! We went out to a restaurant, god that was bloody humiliating. The waiter asked if I was 18 before he would serve me wine! Becky the bitch, I mean Carol, no I fucking don't I mean that stupid cow BECKY! Well she just burst into giggles as Jim cleared his throat and said yes she is 18. So there I was sat in the backseat of MY car! She drove us home well Jim had drunk quite a few, and she insisted as SHE was his WIFE! There they were at it again. Jim was now so into fucking his daughter, that I honestly thought he didn't think about me in the next room anymore! All I had to look forward to was going back to school next week as Blowjob Becky! But before that in 3 days time it was Jim's birthday. I was going to get him into bed then no matter what! I cooked us a lovely steak dinner. OK it was for three but Becky surprised me by telling me she would go out for a few hours. I suppose under all that bitching she had to have a heart somewhere. She came back from the front door. All my plans had gone up in smoke. I walked round the block with Della. She wanted advice about going with Zack for the first time. At first I tried to talk her out of it. She gave me that accusing look. I finally convinced her that I didn't want Zack, and just ended up telling her to take precautions. It was two hours before I got home, I tried to put Zack out of my mind, god he was a shit! "He's waiting for you," Becky said, as she went past me to the car. "Jim, can I come in?" I asked, at the bedroom door. "Yeah, of course honey," he called back. I walked in naked into the soft glow of the candles. He looked up from the bed his cock stood stiff as he smiled at me. I began to kiss him gently and he responded in the same manor. I kissed slowly down his body and went to take his cock in my mouth. "Becky." "I'm Carol," I hissed, "I'm your wife, I'm not Becky." I licked the head of his cock and slipped it into my mouth for awhile. I looked up at him hoping this was pleasing him. He smiled and then rested his head down on the pillow, closing his eyes. He tasted a little sweaty but soon my mouth had washed him clean. I manoeuvred myself over his cock. "Carol you don't have to do it," he moaned. "I want to, you are my husband, I want to feel you in me," I whispered. I began to lower myself on him. I tried my best not to tense up. Slowly I took inch after inch. My legs shook and my breathing turned into a rapid fearful breaths. I told myself I could do this over and over. I looked at Jim his eyes were closed. I quickly looked between my legs, nearly halfway! Shit I thought it was further than that! I took a deep breath and forced myself down a little further. My whole body trembled, and the pain between my legs began to override every other registering thought. I eased myself up a little then down again. Maybe if I could just fuck him part of the way in me he wouldn't mind. A groan escaped his lips; it pleased me because he was pleased. I began to get a little more confident. My slow nervous motion became a little more confident. It still hurt but it was a start. If I hadn't have been such a wimp when we married, I could probably take all of him by now. "Ouch!" I whimpered. "Carol you don't have to do it if it hurts," he mumbled. "No I can take it, just a little, and then more the next time," I panted. I carried on biting my lip through the pain. Why did it hurt so much now? I could take it before at this length. Was my pussy refusing me? The voice in my head was telling me to be careful. Why wouldn't it shut up! I pulled off of him and sat cuddling myself on the bed, in tears. "You tried darling," he said, putting his arm around me. He pushed me back on the bed. I felt him kiss me between my legs. "You don't have too," I mumbled, feeling I had failed him yet again. He stuck his tongue in me causing me to gasp. "Jim you can stop," I said, feeling even more worthless. "I don't want to," he said, as he kissed my clit. I shuddered and came a few minutes later. But it was an empty orgasm. I couldn't please my husband but he could please me! We cuddled afterwards, and after a few minutes I went to get up. "Where are you going?" Jim asked softly. "Back to my room," I responded tentatively. He pulled my arm back and I cuddled into him again. I was soon listening to his breathing as he slept. My tears fell on his chest; I was so frustrated with myself, or rather with my body for refusing my husband's cock. But now I knew he loved me, and that meant a lot to me, but was it enough? Jim left me a cup of tea in the morning; he was still travelling back to our old town to work. It was 22 miles away and he had to be in earlier that normal. I heard him kissing Becky goodbye but that didn't worry me anymore. I was still his wife and I would have him back in a few months. "So how did you get on last night?" I looked at Becky. I didn't really want to tell her but I felt easier about myself after trying harder. "OK, it was OK," I said quietly. "But not all the way though?" I looked down; she didn't need a verbal answer. "Well I told dad if we did it straight before it would help." She went out into the kitchen leaving me feeling very deflated and angry. So it was her I could taste last night! Soon I'll tell you what happened to Becky. Maybe you think Jim and Becky deserve each other? Maybe you think I didn't deserve this, and I have already suffered enough? The only thing I can ask you at the moment is to wait, wait just a little more. Make your judgement later, when you have ready Becky's Nightmare, and the rest of my story. Carol's School Tales Ch. 05 I sat on the bus not noticing anything. My head was full of Becky having sex with Jim just before I did. Then when I kissed and sucked him. It was just like I had kissed and sucked Becky's.... I couldn't even be bothered to shoot the dirty old bus driver a disgusting glance. He always ogled me and all the other girls as we got on or off the bus. Della was full of herself. She told me how she had managed sex with Zack. She said it hurt but not as much as she feared, even though he had been a little rougher than he should have been. I looked over my shoulder at him. He just mouthed the words 'Blowjob Becky' at me. My heart sunk for the second time today, Wednesday. I knew why he had picked today; Della had to go to the dentist just before lunch and was planning to skive off the rest of the school day. I walked down the stairs at lunchtime. I didn't even bother with the boys hanging around at the bottom, waiting to look up all the miniskirts that came down. "Pink ones today then Becky?" I ignored his whispered comment like all the girls did every day, for an 18 year old he was very immature. We hoped he would get tired one day, but the fat ginger haired boy had his usual group of mates to impress. I knew Zack was 20 yards or so behind me. He wasn't stupid, just far enough so nobody would suspect anything. I had this almost clinical approach as to what was going to happen. It was only now as my trembling hand reached for the door handle, that I was feeling scared and alone. This had already been a shit day; I had tried to tell Sean that I didn't want him to ask me out again. I think he sort of got the message, as he stormed off. I turned round to face Zack as I heard the door close. "I'm not sitting on the dirty floor," I spat, recovering some of my composure. He gave me a sly grin and put his blazer down. "This is the last time Zack," I hissed, as I undid my blouse. I pulled my bra up over my tits. He watched and then slowly came towards me. I just stood with a stone faced expression as he pawed at my naked breasts. He bent his head towards me, and I backed away. "Don't try and kiss me, just take what you came here for." I sat on his blazer and he moved towards me. He was already hard and had started undoing his zip. "You want it bitch?" he sneered. "No of course I fucking well don't!" I spat back. He grinned and shoved himself into my mouth. I sat there gagging with my mouth hanging open. He grabbed my ponytail and began thrusting my head back and forth over his cock. I just kept my mouth open letting it hang limp. I didn't want to show him any sign of encouragement this time. I wanted him to think he would have been better off having a wank. It didn't work. He pushed harder and I gagged again. This time I had to respond, he was now in my throat, and I could hear my strangled gurgling noises above his excited grunts. I took his cock in my hand and began sucking. I had to get this over with now. "Ah see Blowjob Becky loves it really," he grunted with joy. He honestly thought I couldn't resist him! I held his cock to stop him making me gag so much. That's when I saw the face at the window looking on in disbelief. Zack was too far gone to notice a rocket crashing through the shed roof! But there he was watching me with his mouth hanging open. He would have burst in by now if he was going to save me. I couldn't have that not this time. We just looked straight at each other through the dirty window. I pulled off of Zack's hard cock and smiled up at him. He just looked down with another disbelieving expression. I plunged my mouth over his cock gagging as I took him too far into my throat. I rolled my head exaggerating my movements on Zack's cock. I even groaned loud enough so Sean would hear. If he didn't believe his eyes he would have to believe his ears. He would see me sucking on my best friend's boyfriend's cock, which I would appear to be doing willingly! I suppose this was harsh on Sean. But at least I wouldn't have to worry about him pestering me for dates. Find a way to dump him Becky said. Besides I was a married woman, but then why was I sucking this awful boy's cock? Because I had too! I choked and gagged as Zack's 18 year old cock exploded into my mouth. I just clamped my lips around his cock, but it still didn't stop his spunk oozing out the side of my 23 year old mouth. I took a last look at Sean. He had seen enough and moved away from the window. Zack's cum dribbling out of my mouth was probably more than he could stomach! But now he was gone I could let the tears flow, once again I had turned myself into a slut. And once again I had forgotten to make Zack wear a bloody condom! I couldn't look at Sean after that. It was nearly a week before we were alone in the corridor. We walked towards each other and he blocked my path. I put my head down and pulled my crossed arms tighter to my chest. I went to move round him. He just stepped in my way. I looked up into his eyes. I knew the look I was going to get. I could feel it burning the back of my neck for the last week. "Go on then say what you want to say." He didn't respond. I went to go past him again. This time he grabbed my arm and forced me to look into his eyes. "Why the fuck did you do that you fucking slut!" My eyes shot round the empty corridor. "Don't worry we're alone, and I haven't told Della although I can't think why," he spat in my ear. "You wouldn't understand, you're just a stupid boy," I mumbled. "Oh so you are all grown up now, we are both 18, but you suddenly think you are a woman?" he asked, with a disbelieving hiss. "Let me go," I snapped, feeling the tears roll down my cheek. "Don't worry Becky Norris. To think I wanted to go out with the school slut!" He ripped my bag off my shoulder and threw it down the corridor. My books scattered everywhere and I just shrivelled against the wall. "SLUT!" He yelled at the top of his voice. It wasn't long before a couple of teachers appeared demanding to know what was going on. "FUCK OFF!" Sean yelled viciously. I began gathering all my books together sobbing to myself. I could still hear Sean yelling at me calling me a whore and slut from down the corridor. Two of the male teachers ran past me to try and catch up with him, but he was long gone. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, I could barley see out of them. I heard a soft soothing voice I looked at the arm that went round my shoulder, and followed it up into her eyes, pleading for help with mine. "Oh Becky," Miss Newark whispered, as I clung to her. She pulled me up and told Della to pick up my bag and things. She hurried me down the corridor hissing at pupils to get back into their classrooms. She took me into the staffroom and tried to calm me down. I just clung to her for the next few minutes. My life had turned to shit and I was the one responsible! "Fucking hell Carol!" Becky shouted, as we drove out of the school. I heard her and Jim discussing me in hushed tones downstairs that night. It was a week before I pulled myself together enough to return to school. This was my decision in the end. Both Becky and Jim seemed to think we should stop, although the looks I got from both of them suggested I had failed yet again. But it was Della who finally made up my mind. She had phoned and asked to see me nearly every day. Sean was getting agro from the teachers, and was on the verge of being expelled! I mean how could they do that? He had done nothing wrong. I pleaded his case to Miss Newark, she listened but still wasn't happy about defending Sean. I told her that he had caught me kissing another boy. I don't think she believed me but she stopped asking questions. So the next two weeks past and I went into a shell. Sean just snubbed me and to be honest I felt sorry for him. But my mind gradually got onto the bigger picture. And I managed a smile at Della the next week when she told me she had dumped Zack. Things calmed down at home too, until I came home. They were at it again I could hear music blasting out. I stormed upstairs to have a go at them. Then I saw the school blazer on the landing. The door to mum's, fuck, Becky and Jim's room was open just a crack, I peered through it and there she was bouncing up and down on Sean's cock! Christ the little bitch was unbelievable! There it was right in front of me, Becky's bloody naked hips rocking back and forth. She had her hands locked on the back of her head like some silly rodeo rider on a horse. As for Sean he was just enjoying it, I could see his eyes fixed to her little firm tits as they jiggled around. "OH shit you are a good fuck!" she spat. Now his hands had gone up onto her tits. She slapped them away, and then giggled. He tried again and this time she let him. I watched as she fell forward and grabbed her own breast and fed it to his open mouth! "Don't you bite me you little shit? If my husband sees marks on my tits he'll go ape shit," she said, with another dirty laugh. I wiped the tear from my eye. Why was she fucking my ex-boyfriend? And how could he do this with my stepmother? My thoughts had me so bloody confused, he wasn't my anything, and she certainly wasn't my stupid stepmother! I suppose I should have burst in on them. But I thought it was Jim the blazer had thrown me completely. But how the hell this had come about I didn't know. I remembered seeing the flowers in the hall. I thought Jim had bought them for me. No it was that bastard, trying to get in what he thought was my mum's knickers! Knowing her he wouldn't have had to try very hard! But why was I still watching them? Because I felt wet it my panties that's why! "Harder sexy," she panted breathlessly. He bucked up into her hips. Just the determined look on his face, told me how much he loved it. He began grunting as she sat back up. My fingers pushed my panties and tights into my wet pussy. "Come on then Steve, you can't hold on," she laughed. The little cow still couldn't get his name right! "I bet you dreamed about fucking a hot married woman like me, haven't you? What's it like doing your girlfriend's mum?" He grunted and panted as he tensed up. I knew he was coming into her now, and to my shame I felt my own orgasm ripple through me! I stepped back from the door and made my way to the top of the stairs. "So is that what you want lover boy?" She asked, with another wicked laugh. "Get off me, I didn't, I shouldn't have come here," he snapped. "Oh don't get all embarrassed now you enjoyed it. Hell you won't get anything like that with Becky." "Yeah well she isn't as bad as you." he mumbled. "Oh go on fuck off then. She'll be home in a minute. You don't want her thinking you're like all the other boys do you?" she grizzled nastily. I heard him scurrying around and a zip being pulled up. "Mrs Norris I came here to give Becky the flowers. I didn't want to do this," "Then why did you come round when you knew she would be at school?" she retorted. "Because I upset her, I just wanted to leave the flowers and go, but y, you seduced me!" His voice sounded full of panic. "Yeah well get out, and don't you come back expecting another go when your hormones get the better of you!" she yelled. "Christ Becky is more mature than you!" he shouted back. I made it to the bottom of the stairs before I heard her humming Mrs Robinson, that was the song she had been teasing me with but it had only just clicked. I just got into the lounge as I heard Sean's rushing footsteps coming down the stairs. The front door slammed, and I heard the shower running upstairs. I sat crying for awhile. Why the hell was I so upset? He was just a stupid schoolboy, as for his flowers, he could shove them up his ass! And as for me touching myself and making myself come. Well I was no better than that slut upstairs! I cleaned myself up and banged the door shut, making out I had just come in. "Hey is that you Carol? Lover boy has been round and brought you some flowers." She appeared at the top of the stairs. "I'm not going out with him anymore; he can rot in hell for all I care!" I screamed. Hell just listen to me again, I was so wound up I was talking like this was real. Well alright we went to the pictures, but that's not the point. I am a married woman, I told myself. Jim wasn't happy that Sean had given me flowers. No, that isn't true. Jim was mad as hell that Sean had given me flowers! He threw them in the bin and accused me of going too far with Sean. Becky just stood there highly amused as I protested my innocence. That night they made more noise than normal. I just lay in bed fingering myself to get back at them! How the hell this was getting back at them I didn't know. But I had images of taking Becky's place, not with Jim with Sean! Somehow I had pictured myself on top of him just like she had been. I could almost feel how wonderful his cock felt. I would be bouncing up and down, not in the frantic mood that Becky had done earlier. No this would be love making, proper and tender. My door opened at some point. I didn't know when. Jim looked down in amazement at my fingers. I pulled them out and made a grab for the covers. I jumped and gasped as he ripped the clothing from the bed and stared down at my naked body. I swallowed as he knelt between my legs. "Jim," I mumbled in shock. His tongue worked around my pussy licking and sucking gently. I was so turned on due to my fingers teasing my fanny earlier that I didn't seem to care that ½ an hour ago, he was banging his daughter! My clit soon felt his warm wet tongue flicking lightly over it. I groaned in a quiet little whimpering voice, I didn't want to break the spell. It was like in my dreams so sensual, and so erotic that I didn't want it to end. It did in a rather frantic climax. My legs twisted and shook, my fingers trembled, and my heart fluttered. He pulled the covers over us both, and I felt him cuddle into my back. "Do you want to, try fucking me?" I whispered, stopping every little movement as I waited for his answer. "No, just sleep Carol. I was a real bastard to you earlier. You've tried your best for Becky and me but I think we ought to stop." "Stop what?" I asked, in mild panic. He kissed my neck in a tender way that had me leaning back against him. "It's getting too complicated. You've done so well, and sooner or later one of us will make a mistake. No we'll go home at the weekend and forget this ever happened, its over, finished." Carol's School Tales Ch. 06 "I thought I told you we had finished," Jim said, shocked at seeing me in my school uniform. "I'm not letting Becky down Jim. If I don't do this then I will have failed her again." He nodded after awhile. This was my decision to carry on, and after what she had already gone through I felt it would go someway to helping her. "So we carry on?" "Yes, then when she goes to university it will just be you and me. We can have a normal life together." "What do you mean by you and me?" I felt flustered by the suspicion in his eyes. "Nothing it will be OK then. When Becky goes away things will sort themselves out." "Oh I see, get rid of my daughter you mean!" he spat. "NO, no I didn't mean that at all," I pleaded. "Not much, do you know how hard it has been for her? Not just with what happened, but not having a mother since she was 3 years old. How bloody selfish can you get Carol?" He stormed into the bathroom leaving me to regret my decision now. Why the hell couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut? Last night he was going to take me home and we would be a proper family. But I had just talked myself into another 4 ½ months of pretending to be a bloody schoolgirl! So we carried on for the next week and I was back in Becky's room, well my room I suppose. Still at least Zack seemed to leave me alone. I think he must have realised he had pushed me as far as he should. We settled into our History class with Mr Bird. I enjoyed history when I was a schoolgirl, I mean a proper schoolgirl. Mr Bird was nice, all the girls fancied him. He was 29 about 6 feet tall and slim, and he had short brown hair, and a smile that made your toes curl! I was fast becoming his favourite, I think because I seemed to know more than the others in my class. Of course Della and a few others picked up on it. But I honestly wasn't aware that I was swooning as much as the other girls. Although when he gave you that cute smile, when his dimples appeared in his cheeks, I blushed as much as the others. So there I was waiting to ask him a question as the class emptied. He began talking to me and I found myself tipping my head to one side and swaying slightly. I really had to concentrate on the answer he was giving me. Fantasies flashed through my head. I tried to stop imagining us on a secluded beach but I just couldn't! Then he started going on about how impressed he was with my work, he and Miss Newark swapped notes on me apparently. Yes I was blushing by all the compliments and praise he heaped on me. I just hoped I could live up to his expectations. So that is how I came to miss my bus and take up the offer of a lift home with Mr Bird. He stopped to fill up with fuel on the way, that's when I noticed the damp feeling between my legs. I told myself to stop thinking things about him. But I knew my fantasy that night would be about Mr Bird and me. I did my chores as usual after school. Yes I had chores, well Becky was a lazy so and so. I usually made tea, washed up, and ironed Jim's shirts. But at least she ran the vacuum cleaner round the house. Maybe one day she would learn to plug it in and switch the damn thing on! So there I was up in my bedroom listening to 'Take That' god they were sexy. I had posters of them in my room. Now that might seem a little strange to you. But I had to keep up with the music for appearances at school. So I suppose if you listen to it long enough you begin to like it? "So who is Dave Bird?" I looked up at Becky from my bed. She had one of my exercise books. I blushed scarlet. I had been scribbling his name on my books with little love hearts. Jesus I didn't even realise it but I must have started doing it a few weeks ago! "You've got a crush on your teacher," Becky said, with a teasing little laugh. I snatched the book out of her hand. God this was so bloody humiliating! I mean how the hell I could be so stupid. I was only playing at this and I was scribbling a teachers name on my books! "The other girls like him, I, I thought I had better let them think I fancied him too." She gave me that I don't believe you look. But she let it drop. That was bloody stupid. She better not think I fancied him for real! That night I fingered myself to an orgasm, as visions of Dave and I filled my head. Becky caught me watching her the next day. I had been for a few days now. "So are you going to ask me something?" She stood watching me. I knew she wouldn't let it drop. "Becky how do you, I mean how come you, well after what..." "Jesus spit it out! You want to know how I managed to get over it so quick. Well I haven't, I just pretend things are normal. Maybe I should have seen someone but I don't want people knowing what happened." "Becky I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring it up again," I mumbled pathetically. "Hell Carol I'm trying to deal with it. Why do you think I have sex with dad?" I went to get up but she stopped me. "Because I trust him, I want sex with guys my age, whether it's right or wrong for me I don't know. But at the moment I'm thinking of the kid falling off the bike thing. So I have to get back on and pedal, pedal my heart out," she said, with tears streaming down her face. I cuddled her to my chest as she sobbed. Her shaking, clinging fingers dug into my skin. Then all of a sudden she pushed herself away. "No I don't need you to hold me. I'm stronger than you anyway," she said, sniffing back more tears. "Becky I'm trying to help you," I said, reaching out to her. "Yeah well maybe you should have helped me back then!" she yelled. I watched as she calmed down, and that sick little grin spread across her face. "Anyway I'm getting my own back on you now. Everything I do, making you dress like a slut is just to get back at you. But it will never ever compensate for you not taking your turn!" she spat. I stayed in the kitchen for the next hour sorting out something for tea. Becky came in and poured herself a squash. "Don't mention it again Carol," she said, without looking at me, "now what's for tea?" Just 2 weeks later I was slow to leave my history class. Dave, I mean Mr Bird had asked Ken and me to put things away. Ken bleated on about how he was playing in the school football match so he got out of it. I was in the small store cupboard up on the steps. Mr Bird was watching me; I could feel his eyes on my legs and ass. I could just make out him moving slowly to the cupboard. It had me trembling, and the books slipped from my hands and went tumbling to the ground. He was in the cupboard now picking up the books. I turned round a little, and from where he was knelt he could see straight up my skirt! I held my breath, as I watched his eyes travel ever so slowly up my legs. His face looked flushed, probably as flushed as mine felt. "You've got a hole in your tights Becky," he mumbled softly. I looked down and saw the hole just below the control top of my honey coloured tights. But worse than that I had twisted round and moved down a step, only my hem didn't! I saw my little white panties under the thin micromesh of my tights! Even worse than that I could feel how wet they were, and he could probably see the aroused state I was in. "Have I Sir?" I gulped finally. I felt his hand on my knee and it slowly travelled up my leg. I just stood there trembling, my eyes danced from his hand to his eyes. He seemed to realise what he was doing, and worried expression came over his face. He slowly pulled his hand away. I just grabbed it and put it back on my thigh. "Becky I can't you are a pupil," he mumbled thickly. "The hell I am, I'm a woman, Sir," I panted. Shit here I go again, trying to give the questioning face a reason why I would say something that shouldn't have come out of my mouth. "I mean think of me as a woman, not a schoolgirl, please, Sir?" He reached up the back of my skirt and yanked my tights and panties down. The ladder wobbled and I clung to a shelf to stop myself from falling off. His face buried itself between my legs. God was he passionate! I was panting heavily and gripping the shelf as tight as I could. My high heels dragged across the metal step. I whimpered and moaned as his tongue forced its way into my gushing pussy. He was grunting and groaning which made his tongue vibrate, and had me feeling it on my pussy lips. I just tried to keep my balance, which was made even more difficult because he had pulled my foot off the step. My shoe, panties, and tights, soon got pulled off my hanging leg. He grabbed my thigh and pushed my leg up onto a shelf. My fanny was now wide open, and he seemed even more eager to get his face between my legs again. "Oh Sir," I moaned, as I felt his tongue even deeper in me. I suddenly stop breathing in disbelief as I felt a finger join his tongue! I whimpered a little more as he began kissing my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and a spasm shot through my body there and then. The steps were now rocking more violently. "I'm going to, to f, fall off Sir," I stammered. He grabbed my leg and put it over his shoulder. Then he did the same with my other leg. He kicked the ladder away and we stumbled backwards. My ass hit one of the shelves and I perched there holding on with quaking arms. His tongue was back between my legs, and I clung to his head as he buried his face deep between my legs. More books came falling off the shelves, and my hands searched frantically for something to grip. It didn't bother Dave as a book slapped on top of his head. He just pushed deeper into me with his finger, and his tongue licked and sucked my clit harder. "Oh Sir......OH SIR!" I screamed, claiming my orgasm for all eternity. There was not a muscle in my body that didn't shake, spasm, or quiver. I just held his head as I felt so much pleasure. It was just how I imagined in my bed most nights! He finally pulled away panting, and I slipped to the floor. He looked exhausted. "I guess you missed the bus Miss Norris," he said, with a grin and still panting. I melted as his little dimpled smile spread over his cheeks. The sound of the cleaners somewhere down the corridor soon brought us back to earth. I scrambled my panties and tights back on, as Dave hastily put the books back on the shelf. He drove me home again, but this time we sat in silence. We stopped a little way from my house. "Look Becky, what happened should not...." I put my finger on his lips to shut him up. "I know what you are going to say. Please I'm not stupid, I know what we did was wrong. I know it won't happen again, and I promise not to tell a living soul." "Jesus Becky how can you be so understanding and so mature?" he said, with his eyes searching mine. "Look we were both wrong and I know you are married like me." Shit! Another mystified look ran over his face. Quickly I thought. Maybe I could say I ran away with a boy from my old school and we married? No shit, think Carol! "You are married to your wife, and I, am married, to my.... school work." Shit how bad did that sound? "I well, god Becky I know you like school but, to be married to it, to think like that at your age." Shit I had to help him out here! "I really want to get to university Sir." "Well we can all see that Becky." "No you wouldn't understand just how much I want to get there, you really wouldn't," I said, actually meaning the real Becky. "Why, is everything OK at home?" he asked, with a concerned look. Yeah I'm really 23 and married to Jim, who by the way is shagging his daughter the real Becky, who is pretending to be his wife! I had images of his face if I had spouted all of my last thoughts at him. I began to grin and then laugh. I could just see him speeding up the road leaving a trail of rubber! "No everything is fine Sir; really I just want to be a good pupil." "OK Becky, but remember to have fun as well as study." "I just did, didn't I?" I replied with a grin. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. We smiled at each other and I went home. I was still smiling when Jim slammed me against the wall. "Who the fucking hell was that?" he shouted. "My teacher," I said in panic. "Do you always kiss your teachers!" he growled. "DAD!" I looked over Jim's shoulder at Becky. "That's why you wanted to stay here. It's nothing to do with helping Becky, you just want to stay and have some sick affair with a bloody teacher!" "Well if that is sick then what do you call fucking your own daughter?" His panting slowed and he released his grip. He went into the lounge almost dragging his body weight. "Well done Carol," Becky hissed, with a sarcastic tone in her voice. The next few days past slowly, everyone seemed to be snubbing everyone else. When I got home from school on Friday Becky was out. Jim came home and I was lying on my belly on the floor doing my homework. Jim and I still weren't talking very much. I could see him sat on the couch in the reflection of the telly. "What are you doing?" "My English homework," I replied. I could see his eyes looking at the backs of my thighs. I watched him in the reflection of the telly for awhile. "Becky has gone to stay with one of her old school friends for the night." "Oh?" His eyes looked right at my backside now. "I'm sorry I was a shit the other day. I just thought, well, never mind." I scribbled away but looked back into the telly screen. "Jim nothing happened, Mr Bird just helped me out. I mean do you think he'd risk his job for a quick fling with a schoolgirl?" "Some men would," he said, after a few moments. I watched his eyes still staring at my legs. I flexed my foot letting my shoe fall off, and his eyes watched as I wriggled my toes. "You, you just look so, well sexy in that school uniform. Do they, do boys stare at you?" I saw him adjust the front of his trousers, and then I looked back to my books trying to figure him out. "Do men look at you?" I swallowed. Yes they did, all sorts of men, old, young, sexy, and gross men, they all looked at pretty schoolgirls. "Yeah they do, at first it was embarrassing," I said remembering them. "And now?" he mumbled. "Now it doesn't bother me, well sometimes it does. Certain men bother me. They have this thing where they..." I stopped not sure if I should continue. I was sure that my talk was turning Jim on but why was he suddenly aroused? After watching me give Mr Bird a kiss this didn't seem logical after all the fuss he made. "Do you get whistled at?" He was holding his breath like he was uncertain of whether he should be asking his wife a question like this. "Sometimes, now and then the guy who drives the school bus leers at us," I swallowed hard. "What is he like?" "Gross, fat and gross," I mumbled distantly. I heard him get off the couch. I had my eyes closed. I felt his lips kiss the backs of my thighs through my tights. "You know I could see your knickers from the couch," he said with a pant, and then kissed my legs again. "Some of the boys at school hang around under the stairs, when we get, to the bottom they, they always say what colour panties we are wearing," I said gulping. He pushed my skirt up and started kissing my backside. I savoured the feel of his lips. "And the men, the men out of school?" "They stop at, at zebra crossing to let me walk in front of them. When it's windy, my skirt blows up, that's all they are waiting for." "So they can see up your little school skirts? So you have to push them down," He panted. I could feel his wet tongue pushing my panties and tights into my ass a little. "Yeah, sometimes, but sometimes I think what the hell, sometimes when we are in a group we, we just let our skirts blow up, on purpose," I whispered distantly. He grunted and I could hear him pulling his cock. Then I could feel its long length rubbing on my nylon clad legs. I closed my eyes so I could just concentrate on the tingling on my thigh. "Do you like it, being ogled by dirty old men?" he groaned. "Yes!" I moaned finally. My answer was greeted with an excited gasp, and I felt his spunk shoot over the backs of my thighs! We didn't speak about this episode afterwards. I think he was quite embarrassed about lusting after me in a school uniform. The next week things at school began to get more hectic. We had a few mock exams, and I felt quietly confident I could do well when the real thing came around. Friday came and I had just got home. I walked into the lounge and my face dropped. "My god what do you look like?" She looked me up and down with an amazed look of disbelief on her face. My eyes shot between Jim and Becky. Jim looked stunned, but Becky had a strange smile on her face. So there I stood in my school uniform in front of my mother! "Is someone going to explain this to me?" she said, still in shock that seemed to be fast turning to anger. I opened my mouth but a strange gurgling noise came out. "OK let's make this simple, I will ask questions and you will answer." My fingers were trembling so much I put them behind my back. "Why are you dressed like a schoolgirl Carol? And why is my granddaughter wearing your wedding ring?" I looked at Jim, then back to the ever increasing look of anger from my mother. "Well come on explain, answer my questions if you can!" she spat. Carol's School Tales Ch. 07 I watched my mother waiting for the answers. I looked to Jim, but he didn't seem to have a clue what to say. "Gran Carol has joined some amateur dramatic group. She is playing the part of a schoolgirl, that's why she is dressed like that." Good girl Becky I said in my head, and with my fingers crossed behind my back! "And I've got the wedding rings, because she said she felt silly wearing them when dad dropped her off." I flashed an uneasy smile at Becky; she seemed to love my discomfort. I waited for my mothers reaction. It felt like someone deciding which wires to cut to defuse a bloody bomb! "Well why didn't you say? And I can't imagine you acting," she said, starting to laugh. "Believe me Gran, Carol is quite good." I could see the cheeky grin on Becky's face. All I could do was mumble something about making a cup of tea, as I retreated to the kitchen. She stayed with us for the whole weekend; at least I managed to get out of the teenage clothes I usually wore. We never told Jim's mum what happened to Becky. In fact we never told anyone. Jim came up with this story about her having a breakdown. He told his mother we had to get away so we rented the house for awhile. We managed to avoid people we knew when my mother stayed. Even so it was something we hadn't thought about in all our planning. We all breathed a sigh of relief when she left. Jim went straight to the pub and I started to catch up on my homework. I soon realised I had slipped back down the pecking order when Becky took my wedding rings off of me. I ended up going to my own room, well what should have been Becky's room. The next week we did more mock exams at school, I kept my mind focused on my work and I did quite well. Della noticed a little embarrassed look between Mr Bird and me. She teased me a little but didn't pursue it much. Anyway now she was dating Sean. I was glad for her, but inside I felt a little jealous. Sean wasn't the only one who fancied me. For the last week Tommy had been sending one of his gang over to ask me to go out with him. All the girls swooned when he was around and I must admit I knew why! Dark brown hair deep brown eyes and a figure that had you wondering if all that muscle was real on an 18 year old! He was 5'10 and had a real cute smile. He was usually surrounded by a handful of mates; even they could pick most girls for a date. But he was the school hunk and everybody knew it. He had just split up with Sabrina, she was a right cow and luckily I had managed to steer clear of her. I stayed after school one day. Miss Newark had some marking to do and said I could finish my work. Our school was playing another at football, and as I passed the classroom window I watched for awhile. There he was running around in his shorts, with nice tanned muscular legs. "Why don't you go down and watch?" She had just appeared by my side. She smiled at me. "Come on, all you do is study." I followed her down to the sports field and we stood on the touchline. I think she had a thing for our sports teacher, and probably needed me as more of an excuse. Now and then our eyes met, and Tommy gave me that cool smile, which made me blush a little and Miss Newark noticed too. "Fancy our schoolgirl's dreamboat then Becky?" "No Miss," I replied a little shocked. "Well I hear he has been asking you out and you keep turning him down. Good for you girl," she said, and then shouted encouragement to the team. "He is nice though." Shit what was I saying? Beneath the make up was a 23 year old married woman! But take off 5 years, and a wedding ring then he might have stood a chance. "Well do something about, but remember if you want a university placing you have to juggle schoolwork and school hunks. But be careful you don't seem to have much luck with the boys." I hadn't seen this side of my teacher before. I had almost forgotten she was a woman as well as a teacher. I watched her for awhile. She did have a different look in her eyes as she watched the sports teacher. I followed her line of sight. Then I realised it wasn't the sports teacher she was watching, it was one of the boys! "He's nice Miss isn't he?" "Who Becky?" "That tall boy at the back with the blonde hair Miss." "Pete, I mean Peter? I hadn't really noticed, not that I would. Um I'm going home now Becky." "Bye Miss." I think I had just stumbled on my teacher having a fantasy. The ball landed at my feet and there he was picking it up. "Hi Becky god you've got nice legs!" I chuckled a little at his comment and cheeky grin. "So why won't you go out with me?" "Tommy, you are supposed to be playing football!" I mumbled, getting even more embarrassed. "I'm not taking this throw in until you tell me I can have a date." There it was that cheeky smile. I realised the other boys were looking at us. One called out for him to hurry up. "Tommy just throw it will you," I spat under my breath. "Saturday I'll pick you up at 12, take you for something to eat, and we'll have a laugh." More boys started to call out, but he just stood there grinning at me. "Alright!" I hissed, feeling my face going red. "You have got good legs Becky, very good," he said with a wink He took the throw in and I stood with a stupid grin on my face. By the time I got home I was in so much panic I confessed to Becky. Of course all she did was laugh about me dating the school hunk. Then she convinced me that if I went out with Tommy after a week or two I could break it off. I didn't see the point, until she told me that if dumped Tommy the other boys would think they didn't have a chance. I suppose it made sense in a way, even after I did the same thing with Sean. The day went well with Tommy, and I forgot who I really was (again). His friends were there but I guess that helped me relax, knowing all he would expect was a kiss and to hold hands. I nearly made a mistake when I picked up a wedding anniversary card. "Hey Becky how long have you been married to your dad?" Tommy asked. I looked at the card, 'To my darling husband'. "I, got it for B, Carol," I said, hoping I had got away with it. I got home just before 7. There stood Becky in one of my best dresses. "What are doing in that?" "Jim's taking me out for our anniversary. So how was lover boy, did you let him have a feel?" I felt the rage building inside. She snatched the card from my hand and took it out of the bag. "Thanks I forgot to get my husband a card," she said with a sneer. "You can't go out with him he's my husband!" I yelled. "Not for 3 more months!" she spat back. I sat sobbing as she wrote in the card. I ran up to my room and stayed there until I heard Jim come in. He went straight to the shower and I followed him in there. I had a right go at him for the first time in ages. All he said was it wouldn't look right if he took me out instead of Becky. Watching them get in the taxi had my eyes running again. This had to stop now! Well when they got back from their dinner. "Are you still up?" Becky asked, clinging to my husband's arm. "Bloody right I am!" I growled. "Becky this is Faye and Gary, we met at the restaurant," my drunken husband slurred, before I said anymore. I just recoiled and nodded at them. "Be a love and put the kettle on, then I think you ought to go to bed don't you young lady?" God that bloody sick grin of hers! She knew she was winding me up. And dad, I mean Jim just stood there letting it happen! From my room I heard laughing and joking downstairs. Gradually I drifted to sleep, only to be woken by the bed in the next room squeaking. Right that was it fuck the pair of them! I raced into the room. "Get off my........dad." All three of us just stared in shock, dad, me, and Faye! As I backed out and pulled the door closed I heard noises from downstairs. Becky was giggling and I could hear that man grunting. I walked slowly to my bedroom door, Jim's door swung open and there was Faye rushing to the top of the stairs doing up her blouse. We made eye contact for a split second then she rushed downstairs. I heard talking and then a few moments later the living room door opened. "I've never been so embarrassed, his daughter walked in on us. Jesus, come on Gary," Faye snapped at her husband. I rushed back into Jim's room. God he was still hard! I wanted to scream at him but I just couldn't. I just stared at his cock. While the size of it frightened me I was always mesmerised by it. How something could just change shape going from soft and lifeless to quadruple in size, and become so strong and hard always amazed me. Just the mechanics of it was so incredible! I walked towards the bed. "Carol, are you OK?" God he called me Carol. He winced as I pulled the condom off his cock. He looked a little unsure. I crawled on the bed and lowered my head to his dick. I kissed the tip of his cock. Something in my head told me the bastard had just been unfaithful. "What are you waiting for bite the fucking thing off!" a voice said. "No you can't this is your husband," another voice replied. "Shit he has just put his dick in another woman. Bite it, hard!" "You put up with him fucking Becky, she'll soon be gone then what will you have if you hurt your husband?" I slipped my mouth over his cock trying to ignore the two voices in my head. "You won't be able to take him in your cunt. He's too big, you are too small. How many times do I have to remind you? He hurts you!" "Shut up!" I hissed, at the voice in my head. "Carol I didn't." "You too Jim," I spat, interrupting him. I lowered myself over the tip of his cock. I let his head into my entrance, and then I hesitated. "Go on girl, you can do it, it's all in your head. It'll hurt but you'll get used to it. No pain no gain." "You're right," I told the voice. I lowered down a little feeling my pussy stretch. I winced but made myself go further. I smiled down at Jim pleased with my progress. "In your own time sweetheart," he whispered. I gasped with joy; he hadn't called me sweetheart for ages. My legs trembled and shook I estimated I had about another 6 inches to go. I stopped for awhile just letting myself stretch. It was hurting but I didn't care. Well I did but I wanted to please my husband. I started panting more in anticipation of pain than feeling it. I let myself down a little more. Jim's cock twitched and I rose back up a couple of inches, fearing he was going to start moving. "Please don't fuck me!" I panted. "Wait then just stay there and don't move." I looked questioning his words. Then I felt his hand between my legs. He was holding his cock and masturbating himself into my pussy! "How much, how far are you in me?" "About halfway." he mumbled. I looked surprised and a little disappointed. Surely he was further than that? I lowered myself a little further. Every now and then his motion hurt me a little. My legs began to ache too. I could feel cramp starting in my thigh. No not now! Please let him finish! "Carol wait let me," Jim moaned, as I slowly pulled off of him. "I've got fucking cramp!" I snapped in frustration. "No you fucking haven't!" he snapped viciously. I pulled off of him and sat by his side. "Don't worry daddy, she did try." I looked round to see Becky straddle her father's cock. Her eyes never left mine, as she lowered herself down all the way to the base of his cock, with little more than a whimper. "She did try, she did really she's just not used to you like I am." I didn't know what to think. Was she defending me or mocking me? I left them to it and went back to my room. 20 minutes later there was a tap on my door. It opened and there stood Jim. He looked down at me for awhile, and then he came towards the bed. I recoiled a little not understanding why he was here. "Don't be frightened. I'm sorry, you did try and you got cramp. Becky convinced me." I sat up covering my breasts from my husband, why? He turned away when he saw this. He looked dejected. "Jim no please wait," I said, "I'm sorry, and we could try again couldn't we?" He took a deep breath. "Carol I'm very proud of you with what you are doing for Becky, even after what happened. Listen to what she has to say in the morning, I, I think it makes sense." He left to go back to his room. I suppose it's time to tell you why I deserved everything that had happened and everything that was still to come. So I will... Carol's School Tales Ch. 08 I began thinking of the events of last night, about my husband wife swapping or rather wife/daughter. Why was he being unfaithful like that? To me as well as her! And why did he let her go with that man? I must admit he was very drunk last night but even so it still left me quite mystified. I suppose it was my punishment anyway. But even this didn't dampen my spirits I had managed to take most, well half of my husband's cock without too much pain. I had tried other ways to overcome this problem. Doctors that suggested I had a reflex action due to being a little fearful. One even suggested it was more in my mind, well that was complete crap! I stopped seeing him after the second session. Then we tried hypnosis, that didn't work either. I tried using things on myself, but I could never get passed the first size, and it just didn't feel right putting some weird lump of plastic in my body. Now Jim and I had talked about me having sex with someone else last year, but he didn't like the idea of letting someone else fuck me. But now he was screwing his own daughter, and I knew I was going to lose him if I didn't do something quick. I was a virgin when I married Jim and bloody proud of it. I just thought after a few fucks I would open up and get used to it. Like I said before I really did marvel at his cock even though I couldn't take it. But that wasn't enough was it? I mean he couldn't survive on my blowjobs alone. So when Becky talked to me in the morning I wasn't that shocked with what she suggested, I guessed she had talked to Jim about someone, 'Breaking me in' as the saying goes, but I could see he still didn't like the idea. Gradually she wore me down, well it was part that, and thoughts of that Faye woman. OK Jim was drunk but that was no excuse, was it? Now I liked Tommy but Christ, I was a 23 year old woman and he was 18! OK I had let him hold hands with me when we went out, but this was different. If he told anyone that we fucked I'd become the school slut overnight! I already had a reputation for stealing Sean, Della's boyfriend, not that it was true because they hadn't even dated, although now they were. So there I was a few days later during lunch break with Tommy. No not fucking just sitting on his knee with the other guys around us. We smoked a fag and had a kissing session. I felt a little uneasy being the only girl with my boyfriend and 4 other 18 year old guys around. But I honestly thought it was just going to be him and me! If I'd have known the others would have been there, I wouldn't have let him convince me into changing my tights, for hold up nude coloured stockings! I could barely keep the lacy tops covered as it was, but when we all turned a corner my skirt blew up and now everyone knew I had stockings on. We had gone to a quiet corner of the school that was no longer used. Tommy pushed me back against a wall and started kissing my neck passionately. "Tommy please can you wait until we are on our own?" I whispered. He took no notice and his hands started going up my skirt! The boys were all watching as Tommy groped me. They were also giving me dirty looks. One of the boys put a lighted fag in my mouth. So I had to use my free hand to take it away and hold it. Tommy held my other hand, well more sort of pinned it against the wall. His other hand was busy up my skirt now, and I couldn't stop a finger worming into my little panties! He kept telling me to relax as he nibbled my ear. But with all those eyes on me it was hard to do so. Even so I always liked having my ears kissed, or rather just behind them. "Did you wear these stockings for me babe?" "Yeah Tommy," I panted, hoping the other guys didn't hear me. I took another puff on the cigarette. But my legs had started to turn to jelly. My high heels dragged on the tarmac as my feet struggled to keep still. "OH!" I gasped, as his finger now slipped into my pussy. The boys had now stopped talking and all of them were engrossed in watching Tommy playing with me. I really don't know why I was letting him do this with a bloody audience! I saw eyes looking all over me. I just flicked the cigarette away and put my hand down by my side in submission. Tommy's mouth covered mine and I was worried about my breath stinking of smoke. Tommy didn't seem to care, as he forced his tongue into my mouth and he was groaning loudly. I found myself looking more and more at the watching eyes. The concentration on the faces became more intense. I saw several boys move to get a glimpse of my body. I bent my leg putting my foot against the wall behind me, and Tommy pushed my thigh open a little wider. I swallowed as my little school skirt exposed my stocking top. I counted 3 pairs of eyes just gazing lustfully at the lacy band of my nylons. One of the boys moved forward and I felt him cup my breast. I just watched his hand pull and maul at my large tit. "Tommy," I whimpered, and then looked at the hand so Tommy would notice. "Don't worry he can have a feel of your tits. He knows you are my slut. He won't touch your fanny." I was a little shocked by this but not as shocked as when Tommy turned my head towards Martin. Martin pushed his tongue in my mouth as he continued groping my tits through my blouse. I swear I could feel Martin's erection pressing on my bent leg! I looked down and I watched in amazement as Martin worked his naked cock over my stocking! Another boy came forward and I felt my blouse being opened. My bra was pushed up exposing my tits to everyone! Tommy had pulled my panties to one side, an act which caused me to cry out with lust. I was now feeling hands and oh shit! Now tongues explore my hard nipples! Some of these boys seemed experienced in what they were doing, those who didn't made up for it by mauling me more excitedly. They were quite rough with my poor breasts, and I would wince from time to time. Nigel put his big hands round both my breasts and squeezed until his finger touched his thumb! When I tried to pull away he just squeezed harder making me whimper. "Nigel that hurts!" I winced. This didn't stop him he just grinned at me. My mouth was passed from boy to boy like a bag of bloody sweets! But I was so full of lust by now I pushed my tongue into every mouth that covered mine. Tommy had moved back slightly, but his fingers worked in and out of my pussy. "Hey stop, listen guys," Tommy said excitedly. They all moved back a little, and there it was, the sound of my squelching juiced up cunt on his rapidly moving fingers! I saw smiles and heard comments about how wet and dirty I was. Then I saw the eyes, that couldn't contain the delight of what a tart I was. They went back to the groping and kissing and at one point I felt two love bites from two boys at the same time on my aching tits! Cocks pressed against me again and I felt a wet patch on my stocking top. Martin pulled away gasping, and then another boy actually shot his load on my arm. My hand was now pulling at Stuart's cock and he began to whoop. I felt my fingers slick with hot spunk. I looked down through my glazed eyes just to see Nigel pumping his spunk onto my left foot! They all moved back in various stages of recovery, but they were all listening to the loud squelching coming from between my legs. My legs buckled and I twisted as I gripped Tommy's shoulders as I screamed. I came hard and long as I shuddered on his fingers to the delight of everyone. "Go on Tommy do her, spunk up the tart." Surely he wasn't going to screw me against the wall in front of everyone! He pushed me down to my knees and pulled back his foreskin then with just a few jerks my tits received his thick stringy spunk! I honestly didn't think an 18 year old could manage to store so much. He even had the calmness to spray each tit with an equal amount! "You my slut?" he panted "Yeah I'm your slut," I groaned, without even thinking about it. "And if I, when I want to fuck you?" "Anytime," I gasped. He pulled me up a little rougher than I thought he needed to. He pulled my bra down and pushed the lacy cups hard against my tits. I felt his spunk trapped in my bra cold and sticky. I looked at all the boys feeling a little self-conscious now. About time too I suppose? All these 18 year old schoolboys had just groped, and then shot hot spunk on a 23 year old married woman, who was pretending to be a schoolgirl! Someone handed me a fag and I puffed hard on it, I wiped my hand through my hair feeling something wet transfer from my hand to my head, which had a few of them sniggering. It sent a message to my brain, and I began to feel wet patches on my foot, and one trickling slowly down my leg. I looked down and the wet spunk was clearly visible. Five cocks and not one in my fanny! What the hell was I playing at? I was just supposed to get Tommy hot for me so at some point soon he would fuck me! Now look at me covered in bloody spunk like a right tart! "What's up Becky you look worried?" Tommy asked. I heard several giggles. "Oh do you want to know when our next date is?" I nodded feeling a little foolish. "Well Sabrina wants to go back out with me, so you and I are history. But if you keep your mouth shut, we can all do this again sometime," he said with a grin. I looked at the other boys, they were all grinning at me. "But I thought we were...." I looked at my bag that Nigel had tossed back to me. One of them had scrawled on it in black maker pen, 'BLOWJOB BECKY SCHOOL SLUT'. I began feeling tears roll down my cheeks. "Hey I bet that's a record, School Slut in two different schools!" Martin said with a laugh. I looked at Tommy wondering how he and the others could be so cruel. I started to march away from them feeling my panties slip down. I tugged them back up much to the delight of the laughing boys. I finally got away from them and pulled my stockings off and my stretched panties and threw them into a bin. I went straight home in floods of tears once more! I got little sympathy from Becky again. In fact she was quite annoyed. "God all you had to do was fuck him, didn't you realise he and his mates were just playing with you?" "No," I mumbled, feeling pretty stupid. "If you fuck up my grades I'll never forgive you!" she spat. An hour later she softened slightly. "What about Sean I'm sure he would and he's nice? Hell I even fancy him." "He's going out with Della, and don't you go near him again!" I growled. She smiled, "So you know then?" I just ignored her. "So what if he's going out with her, just flash a smile and your tits he'll soon jump into bed with you. Or don't you love my father enough to make this effort? When I'm gone how long before he starts fucking around? It's your only hope of keeping him you do know that?" I had a right go at Zack for telling everyone about my previous school and what I did under the stage. I mean bloody hell I was defending myself and it wasn't even me! He told me he didn't tell anyone, and that maybe I deserved it anyway! Another few weeks past and the exams got nearer; I spent a lot of time revising. I was still being teased at school, by Tommy's friends, and now I had a run in with Sabrina in the girl's toilets! "So you are the slag who tried to date my bloke?" I looked her over as she stood chewing gum twisting her brown ringlet in her fingers. Four of her mates stood behind her. They all started to close in on me. "Well what are you going to say about it then Becky Blowjob?" I went to push past her but she grabbed my ponytail pulling me back. "Don't you walk away from me you slut!" "Ouch!" I screamed, as she pulled me to the ground by my hair. "Go on then slut, what do you say?" "Hit the bitch Sabrina," another girl spat. "Please just let me go, I don't want Tommy, y, you can have him. Ouch!" "Oh thanks very much!" she spat sarcastically. My schoolbag was ripped from my arm and the contents tipped into the sink. I watched the girls turn the taps on saturating my exercise books. "What's that on your face?" "What?" She spat right in my mouth, and then again on my face. "That," she said, with a laugh. I tried to pull away but she just twisted my hair pulling me back to her. "Now you listen to me if I ever see you look at me, or hear you have being trying to get my bloke I'll fuck you up real bad!" She pushed me back and then left with her grinning cronies following. All my books were ruined I tried to retrieve them but it was just hopeless. "Becky?" I turned round to see Miss Newark. "Was that Sabrina? Did she do this?" "Oh Miss please don't do anything." "Becky I can't let her get away with this. She is just a bully; I'll go and see the headmaster." "It wasn't Sabrina Miss, it was me!" I yelled. "Becky I don't believe that for a second," she said. "Please Miss I just want to get my exams done. I can't afford trouble, if you tell on her I'm fucked," I groaned. She straightened up in surprise. "Sorry Miss I didn't mean to swear." She sighed, "Very well have it your way, but if she ever does this again to you tell me." "I will Miss." "You know Becky you are one of the best students I've taught. I've already earmarked you as the girl most likely to do well." God where have I heard that before I thought! "I won't disappoint you Miss," I said, wiping a tear away. "No Becky, don't disappoint yourself, and your father, and stepmother." I dared not I thought. Into my final 2 months and my exams were just 6 weeks away. I still didn't have any hope of having sex with anyone. God what the fuck was that thought for! Luckily Sabrina wasn't in my class so I managed to steer clear of her. I got home from school and the house was quiet. I pushed open the living room door and jumped out of my skin. "SURPRISE!" I looked at the sea of faces that burst into the happy birthday song. Oh fuck I whispered in my head. I was, no Becky was, well that was me I was 19 today! Della and Sean were there, Jim, and Becky god she was really enjoying this! A few others from school were there too. One thing occurred to me as everyone congratulated me on Becky's birthday. In 3 days time it would be Carol's birthday, (mine I mean). We had a few snacks and nibbles, and Becky seemed eager for me to throw back the champagne. I had the usual birthday presents from my school friends, and Dad gave me a cool watch. Shit! I mean, Jim gave me a nice watch. "Well don't you think your father deserves a kiss?" I moved to Jim and smiled throwing my arms around his neck. "Thank you darling," I whispered, and kissed him full on the lips. I heard Becky behind me cough; I suddenly pulled out of my husband's arms. Thank god we were in the kitchen away from everyone else. So I was still trying to get someone to fuck me, but who? Well I suppose I should have looked for someone a little older. You know sending a boy to do a man's job sort of thing. But who which man? Which man could I possibly seduce? Carol's School Tales Ch. 09 Maybe I had been barking up the wrong tree with Sean and Tommy. I needed a man, a real man, someone who wouldn't just mess me around, some who couldn't resist me. Before we went to our next class I put on Hazel coloured hold up stockings in the girls toilet. I just made up my mind to seduce Mr Bird. So there I was sat next to Della right at the front. We had to do an essay on ancient Britain, including 10 things that Mr Bird had written on the blackboard. From time to time he looked up from marking some papers. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had spotted my little splaying leg show. From where he sat he would see up my skirt, and he would be able to make out my stocking tops, and maybe even my powder blue panties! His eyes flicked to me more and more. At one point I opened my legs quite wide and waited for his eyes to lift above the desk. That was quite a wait! Eventually we made eye contact and I gave him a sexy smile. He coughed nervously but his eyes dropped to below the desk again. "Would you stay behind please Becky," he said, as we packed up our books. 10 minutes later I was in tears. He had told me that he thought he had made himself clear a few weeks ago. I stood there feeling the humiliation sweep through my body. How the hell could I have been so stupid? OK perhaps I deserved that. But another cruel twist waited. Carol and Jim were going out for Carol's Birthday. Not ME Carol, BECKY Carol! The bitch even opened my birthday card! That was bad enough, but the bloody necklace Jim placed round her neck was the last straw! I don't know why but I ended up phoning Sean. He told me that he was going out with Della, so I was stuffed there too. So here I was on my 24th birthday at home alone. I went for a walk ending up down by the river. I could hear a bike approaching from behind me. It skidded to a stop next to me and there was Zack. "What are you doing down here?" "Walking," I said sarcastically. He got off his bike and began to walk alongside. "Go away Zack I'm not in the mood," I mumbled. His arm went round my shoulder, Jesus he just didn't get it did he? But then I didn't push his hand off. "Come on I'll buy you a drink." He jumped on his bike and sped away. A few minutes later I saw him in the distance. "Cheery or orange?" he asked. I took the fizzy Cherry drink. "Great what a birthday all I get is a fizzy soft drink," I mumbled. "I thought your birthday was a few days ago?" I swallowed, "Yeah I mean dad and her have gone out for her birthday, and left me on my own." "Oh," he replied. We carried on walking and talking. While he wasn't my first choice at least he was there. We sat on a bench that overlooked the river. I began to shudder from the cold and he put his overcoat around my shoulders. I didn't say anything when he left his hand around me. Nor did I object when he pulled me to him. Then when he put his hand in my coat and stroked my leg. I didn't even tell him to stop when it went under my denim miniskirt. I did resist when it found my panties and he started kissing me. That was until he managed to wriggle a finger into my pussy! I don't know why I was letting him do this to me? Maybe I wanted to get back at him and her again! I soon kissed him back opening my legs at the same time. His zipper went down and he guided my hand onto his cock. At least he fancied me, or what I had between my legs! He was already hard and his kissing became more frantic. His fingers felt a little clumsy but even so I was getting more turned on by the second. Enough to pull my panties to one side and straddle his cock! I groaned a little but managed to sit down on him after a minute or so. OK this was just crazy fucking Zack. But he looked up into my eyes and I saw how excited he was. I bounced up and down, and he kept asking me if I was OK! "God you're better than Della," he mumbled. How I longed to hear that from my husband about Becky! "Keep rubbing my clit," I hissed. Candy to a baby springs to mind here! His fingers fumbled around as I bounced up and down. Now I know he had forced me to give him a blowjob, but like I said this was my 24th birthday and where was my husband? The fact that we were out in the open and just off a public path hadn't escaped me, but this was more than two horny 18 year olds. OK I know I'm not! This was about my preparation for sex with my husband. Well I don't know what else to call it? But I could hardily tell that to the two policemen who stood over us! We made ourselves decent and tried to get out of being taken home by them. No bloody chance! I suppose a warning was a lucky escape for me. Although they didn't say anything, I'm sure they would have seen us, as getting a little overexcited. What made things worse was me riding home in a police car, and there they were just coming back from the pub at the same bloody time! I waited in with Becky as the policeman talked to Jim outside. For his part I could hear the policeman defending me. "Go easy on her sir, but next time they should maybe experiment at home." Becky could hardily control herself; she just chuckled into her hand. I mean if I had been a real schoolgirl it would have been bad enough. But I was a 24 year old woman now, and I had been caught with Zack fucking on a bench! Jim came in looking somewhat shocked. Becky just stood waiting for the argument that was about to happen. "Well you two told me to do it!" I snapped. They both looked surprised that I was the first to speak. "Don't even think about having a go at me!" Jim seemed a little lost for words, maybe because I was on the offensive. "So did you enjoy yourself?" he spat. I watched him grab Becky's hand, and then mine. He dragged us both upstairs and threw us on the bed together. We both watched as he unbuckled his belt. He reached up my skirt and tore my panties off. I was in such shock I just stayed on the bed. Becky cackled at the way my panties hit the wall, and then left a shiny patch on the bloody paintwork! "Guess you got a bit juicy then Carol," she said, with a sly grin at Jim. Becky's amused expression dropped from her face as her father ripped her panties off too! There it was stood straight to attention. He looked from Becky to me and then back again. "Jim what are you doing?" I asked, finally remembering I could talk. "You first, and then you," he hissed. Becky and I looked at each other in shock. I watched Becky's face slowly turn to a grin. "No, oh no!" I screeched. "Alright!" Becky enthused. I felt his cock move into me. I was so confused I just let it happen! "Just halfway unless your boyfriend has helped!" he moaned sarcastically. I didn't know what to think. I opened my legs as far as I could. When he stopped pushing in it was still hurting. "That's halfway do you want more?" "Yes," I mumbled. He started pushing. "NO!" I screeched. He looked down with a strange triumphant grin. It was like he was proving that an 18 year old schoolboy wasn't up to giving his wife what he could. He began fucking me, and I was surprised how well he controlled himself. I waited for a thrust that would cause me pain but it didn't come. I closed my eyes praying he wouldn't hurt me. He just kept his slow rhythm constant. "Oh Jim," I groaned, as he began to finger me. The hurt was still there but I managed to control it to just little groans and whimpers. God his fingers were really giving me a good build up. I knew I would climax quite soon. I began moaning his name, in between the odd yelp! But his fingers felt so good. I shuddered feeling my orgasm spread through me. Jesus it felt like he had been taking lessons on how to please a woman. I mean he just knew where to touch and what to do! "OH that's great Jim. Just don't push so, so far in me with your cock," I whimpered. Christ where did he learn THAT with his fingers! My body finally gave up the struggle and I let my orgasm flow. I slowly opened my eyes as his fingers began to pulse either side of my clit just like I usually did. They felt so soft and for some reason his nails felt longer than....... "Surprise!" Becky said with glee. She looked on as my face turned to horror. I yanked her hand away from between my legs! I pushed Jim off and fled to my bedroom. "Oh come back Carol you can do the same for me," she called. I slammed the door feeling so bloody foolish. How the fuck did I not realise it was her! I put my headphones on and blasted out Take That, to drown out the fucking that was going on down the hall! I went downstairs to breakfast and there she was with that smug grin on her face again. "You ever touch me again Becky and you can kiss goodbye to university," I spat. "Oh don't be like that you enjoyed it," she said, stroking my shoulder. I raced out of the house and stood waiting for the bus. I had to endure the usual leering eyes from men in cars, and then the bus driver as he pulled up. Jim caught up with me at the bus stop. He gave me my sandwiches that I had forgotten to pick up. I ignored him and just snatched them from him. I climbed on the bus. "Hi Becky," the driver said, looking straight at my thighs as my skirt rode up. I just narrowed my eyes and pushed my tongue out at him. Well if I was going to dress like a schoolgirl then why the hell couldn't I act like one too! We moved off to the next stop and I saw Sabrina get on. The driver handed something to her like he did now and then. That night when she got off she went and stood by the driver. I watched his hand slowly caress the back of her legs for a few moments. Then when she went to get off I saw him squeeze her backside. I walked down the bus when it got to my stop. "See you tomorrow Carol." "Bye," I said automatically, with my mind wandering to my homework. "So you are Carol?" The automatic door shut in front of me trapping me on the bus. It was only then that I realised my mistake. I turned to the driver. "My name is Becky," I snapped, "now let me off the bus." "Sure thing Carol," he muttered. I couldn't concentrate on my homework that night. But I stayed in my room away from Becky. Jim was staying overnight in our old town due to business commitments. I felt a little wary getting on the bus the next day. I had spent half the night wondering why the driver had called me Carol. He couldn't possibly know me; even if he did I thought I was pretty well hidden under all the makeup. I rushed to my seat halfway down the bus. He looked as normal at my little flicking skirt. But the usual dirty grin seemed a little different this morning. That night on the way home I watched again as the driver's hand went up Sabrina's skirt. This time though he looked back at me and grinned. "Why are we stopping here?" I asked with a gulp. He had pulled up next to a large hedge on a quiet road just before my stop. I watched his big fat body get out of the seat. He started walking back down the bus towards me. His white curly hair looked as greasy as ever, and his tight maroon top had sweat stains under the arms. I saw his eyes grin down at my thighs. I pulled my skirt down but it didn't cover much. "So why are you dressed as a schoolgirl?" "Because I bloody well am a schoolgirl," I retorted. He wiped the sweat from his top lip and looked at my legs again. "You know I remember you. Oh don't worry about trying to think where from. You could always ask your husband," he whispered. I could feel my pulse racing, how the fuck did he know me? Well I was just about to find out. "I recognised your husband. I used to work for him until he sacked me. Then I remembered the picture on his desk. You know the one of you and him on holiday in Paris?" I knew the picture he was on about. "So call yourself what you will you are definitely Carol. Hey wasn't Becky his daughters name?" I looked up nervously as I saw his face suddenly relax. "Well now are you pretending to be his daughter?" He started chuckling, that's when I noticed the broken tooth in his mouth. God he was gross he must have been in his early sixties, and so fat his double chin had a double chin! I pulled back into the window as his head neared mine. "Don't worry sweet Carol your little secret is safe with me." I felt his lips on my cheek as I squashed my head into the window, trying to escape from this disgusting old man! "Get off me you creep!" I hissed. "Oh don't worry sexy I just want a little compensation for getting the sack. I'm sure that fucking husband of yours won't need to know. Hell you can tell him if you like but I think whatever you are doing isn't quite right is it?" I jumped feeling his hand on my leg just above my knee. It travelled up slowly snagging on my tights due to his rough old skin. "So are you going to stop me, or do you want to keep your secret safe?" he whispered, licking his lips again. I sat shaking for awhile then I slowly opened my legs. He gave a little excited sigh and his hand continued up between my thighs. I winced as he found my pussy through my tights and panties. "Please don't do this," I whimpered, as his fingers rubbed my fanny. "Show it to me then I will let you go." He took obvious delight in my horror at his request. "Come on Becky, or do I start calling you Carol in front of everyone?" I lifted my backside off the seat, and slowly pushed my panties and tights down in one. "Oh what a pretty blonde thatch you've got there, and those lovely pink petals," he enthused. I felt his fat podgy fingers wriggle around my fanny lips. "Please stop," I croaked, as a finger pushed into me. He pulled out his finger and I gasped as he put it to his mouth and licked it! He made me stand next to him as he drove me the rest of the way home. I had to endure his groping hand up my skirt feeling my ass all the way. Now I knew what he wanted the next day I felt even more disgusted. I got to the bus stop 15 minutes earlier than normal. He was already there. God this was going to be so bloody awful! I didn't deserve this, did I? Carol's School Tales Ch. 10 I heard the swish of the doors as they closed behind me. He looked at me with that sick grin. I followed him to the back of the bus. He sat on the backseat and opened his fly. I cringed as his fat little cock came into view. I reached into my schoolbag and pulled out yesterday's tights. "Go on Carol," he hissed. I gathered them up and fed them down over his dick, until I could see his horrid cock head in the toe of the tights. I got down on my knees and began to wank him off. "Not so quick sexy," he spat. I slowed up feeling my hand slide over the nylon. I looked up for a brief moment and there he was watching me. He was grinning with such an awfully dirty leer at me that I had to close my eyes. This only heightened my other senses. I could now feel the smooth nylon rubbing over his warm dick. Even the twelve metal bangles on my wrist chinked together as my hand worked his shaft. "Stand up," he panted. I did and then felt an outstretched hand go up my school skirt and squeeze my pussy lips! He began rolling them between his fat podgy fingers. I began rubbing faster again just hoping he would soon shoot. He did finally and in his excitement he squeezed my pussy lips tight. I felt his cum leak through the tights and onto my fingers. He was grunting and panting hard, and his disgusting fat fingers rubbed my tights and panties into my pussy. I pulled my hand away and wiped my spunky fingers into a tissue. I turned to go back down the bus and felt his hand on my backside. It snaked down between my legs and gripped my pussy until I stopped walking. I had to hold onto one of the seats as he gripped me hard. "See Carol if you do as I say then your secret is safe." His other hand now cupped my right breast, and he squeezed it roughly. His lips started kissing the back of my neck. I didn't care about the pain; I just dragged myself out from his grasp. I rushed into my usual seat and clutching my bag to me I just stared out of the window. "Oh we are going to have such fun," he hissed, as his fat body squeezed through the seats. That night on the way home as soon as Sabrina got off he made me stand next to him. His fingers ran up my legs and up my skirt. How the hell was I going to put up with this for the next 7 weeks! I was now being tormented by Becky, about my lack of a 'fuck buddy'. She became aggressive towards me and I broke down in tears. I knew deep down I was going to have to do something drastic. I needed regular sex with someone if I was ever going to have a proper relationship with my husband. The only boy that I really fancied was Sean and he was going out with Della. Another night passed and as I sat up in bed the next morning I again felt at odds with myself. Why did the sound of Jim and Becky fucking last night turn me on so much? I just listened to them wishing I could take his cock like his daughter could. It was another week before I made up my mind to go for Sean. I heard him arguing with Della and I suppose this was all the encouragement I needed. I waited another few days their relationship had definitely cooled. Della was even telling me now, that she was thinking of dumping him for another boy! The shy Della was gone, she now seemed to have gained confidence with the boys, and she was starting to get friendly with Sabrina and hung around with her at the weekends. "So how are you and Della?" Sean shrugged his shoulders, "She's off with Sabrina to a festival this weekend. She seems to be getting in with her. I know she paid for Sabrina to go and I don't like her. I suppose you heard it all before?" "So what are you up to the weekend?" He shrugged his shoulders again. "Look why don't we do something together?" I asked in hope. He gave me a quizzical stare. "Sean please I haven't got many real friends here." "Oh and what about what happened with Zack?" he asked, kicking a stone across the playground. "Can't you just forget about that?" I said, realising I sounded like a complete bitch. "I don't know Becky; I'm still going out with Della." We walked round the corner of the school, where I had my encounter with Tommy and his mates. I looked around to make sure we were alone. "Sean if I could turn the clock back I would," I said, thinking to myself in more ways that one. "I don't know I like Della I don't want to hurt her." "OK then we won't have to tell her." I was expecting a torrent of abuse but it didn't happen. So I pushed him a little further. "I've seen you looking at me Sean; you do still fancy me don't you?" We stood facing each other. My heart was pounding hard hoping he wouldn't turn me down. "Yeah but after what you did with Zack. God Becky you are like two different girls." "What do you mean?" I said, snapping rather. "Well you looked so frightened when you started here, but now you have changed so much. Hell do you know what they all call you?" I swallowed not wanting to hear this. "Blowjob Becky, I mean fucking hell." "I had better go," I mumbled, feeling tears in my eyes. "Becky wait, I defended you but you don't help yourself do you? What you did with Zack was well; you can't have fancied him that much." "I didn't fancy him Sean." "Then why did you let him? I watched you Becky, remember? You were in there for ages I saw." "Why did you watch for so long then Sean? Get all hot did you? Hell why didn't you come in and have your turn? No you just fucked my step, mother!" I rushed away in floods of tears. He caught me up by the corner where I had been groped. He pushed me back against the wall. His lips started to come towards me, and then he stopped. "Becky you're the sexiest girl in the school. Carol seduced me, I didn't want to really." "Then why did you? God Sean that hurt, that hurt like hell!" "Jesus Becky I'm so sorry, Shit, every time I look at you I want to be with you." "Then go out with me while Della's away," I said, rubbing a tear off my cheek. He stopped holding me against the wall; he looked down and moved back. "When I saw you with Zack I was jealous. When I saw you with Tommy in town I was jealous. Even at your birthday party I wanted to be with you and not Della!" he hissed. I grabbed his hand as he went to walk away. "Do you remember when we went to the pictures?" "How the hell can I forget that," he mumbled. "So why don't we meet up this weekend? No commitment lets just see how things go, please Sean if we only have a laugh it would be worth it." "What if I want more? I mean I'm going out with Della, but I fancy you so bloody much," he said, pulling out of my grasp. "Do you mean sexually, or something more than that?" "Shit Becky I don't know. I probably wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you anyway, and then you would only think I was after one thing," "So what if you are? We are both young why shouldn't we experiment?" "You mean proper full sex?" he said in a soft tone. I nodded looking him straight in the eyes. "But what about Della?" he groaned, like he was coming to his senses. "Sean she is thinking about dumping you for another boy," I said in frustration. He didn't seem very surprised. "Don't say anything will you? Anyway if you do fancy me like you say then perhaps it is for the best." I felt awkward sitting next to Della in class that afternoon. We smiled and chatted like friends. It must have been hard for Sean, keeping quiet with what he knew. At some point during the afternoon, Della whispered to me that she was dumping Sean when she returned from the festival. Then she looked over my shoulder and blew a kiss at Sean! Poor boy she was using him, and if I had my way so would I! The bus pulled up at the hedge again. I looked up at the fat grinning bastard, and then down to his hard cock sticking out of his trousers! I reached down and pushed my panties and tights down so he could see my pussy. He slid next to me squashing me against the window. His horrid fat fingers began finger my pussy. I slipped yesterday's worn tights over his cock and began to toss him off. "OH you sexy bitch," he groaned. He pushed a fat finger deep into me. He smiled with delight as he watched my face contort, and on hearing my horrified gasp. "You like this don't you eh? You like this little bitch?" he said, with a dirty sneer. "Yes," I mumbled, like he wanted me to despite my obvious disgust. He pushed another finger in my pussy. I began to rub him faster into my tights that hung of his repulsive dick. I feared another finger would enter me soon. "MMMPPPHHH!" I winced, into his mouth as it covered mine. I pushed him away hoping the vile taste of his mouth would go too, it didn't. His fingers left my fanny and he stumbled to his feet. I felt a drip of sweat from his face land on my forehead! "Please don't make me do it...." My protest fell on deaf ears, as he pushed his pantyhose covered cock into my mouth. He gripped my head and began pulling and pushing me over his dick. "Oh you love it Carol really don't you," he grunted. I choked and gagged until he pulled out, and finished himself off with his trembling hand. "Oh you fucking horny bitch," he hissed through gritted teeth. I watched him tuck the spunk stained tights, into his trousers still covering his cock! As he panted heavily going back down the bus, I rinsed my mouth out with the last of my juice that I saved every Friday. I spat it out on the floor washing the taste of his cock away. This was his Friday treat. He promised to take it out of my mouth before he came, and so far he was true to his word. I shuddered as I thought that one day he would probably hold me on his cock! "Well!" he snapped. I stood next to him as he drove slowly around the corner. His fat fingers enjoyed the feel of my trembling legs as he did every afternoon! I raced off the bus and went straight upstairs and rinsed my mouth out again. The place was a tip when I got into the front room. Ca, Becky was sat on the couch drying her painted toe nails. I began to tidy up around her. "So are you seeing him the weekend?" "Yes," I mumbled in reply. "Good then he can come to dinner, besides I wouldn't mind seeing him again," she said with a sick grin. "You keep your hands off of him!" I snapped, "He's my boyfriend not yours!" She began laughing. Yes I suppose it was a stupid statement. I was the married woman and I was talking like the jealous schoolgirl! "He's not coming here anyway, I don't think dad, JIM would like it," I hissed, after making yet another embarrassing cock-up! "Well that is where you are wrong; Jim can't wait to meet him." "You haven't told him!" I shrieked. "Only that you are supposed to be seeing him. I didn't tell him you and he was going to end up fucking." I slumped down in the chair, not really sure what to think. "Look I told him you had a few boys pestering you for dates, so I suggested you dated Sean again just to see them off. Dads OK with it really he is," she said, blowing on her now painted finger nails. "But what if he gets nasty? I'm his bloody wife! I can't just sit with Sean and pretend!" I shrieked. "Why the fuck not, you spend 7 hours a day pretending to be someone you're not!" I tried to reason with her, but I could see she was having a chuckle about it underneath. "I mean how would you feel if, if you were me, and Jim was married to you?" "He is!" she said, and then burst into a bloody irritatingly loud laugh. "NO!" I screeched, "If you were really me and I, oh fuck off Becky!" I stormed out of the room hearing her humming Mrs Robinson again. Saturday arrived and so did my embarrassment. Jim had seen what I was wearing, Becky had picked it for me and he just stared in disbelief. I tried to tell him it was Becky's choice but he wouldn't listen. He just grabbed her wrist and marched her upstairs. I heard laughing from Becky and grunting from Jim! When they came back downstairs Jim just stared at me with mocking eyes. "Sorry if we made too much noise, still it's what you deserve for dressing like that, I hope your boyfriend appreciates the effort you've made for him!" Jim spat. Right if he wanted to play his bloody stupid games then I would too! I stormed out to the hall, to answer the door and let Sean in. I watched his mouth drop open again as he looked at my semi clothed body. So there I was dressed in... Carol's School Tales Ch. 11 I dressed in a little red bikini with matching red sandals with a 5 inch heel. My makeup was applied thickly with lots of red lipstick. I wore my blonde hair pulled up on the top of my head and tied with a red nylon scarf. I had 5 inch red hoop earrings in each ear. Again Becky had great fun dressing me up, but I felt quite ridiculous! My bikini top was strapless and felt extremely low on my breasts. Even so it pushed my C-cup boobs together, and I had a lot of deep cleavage on show. But the worst thing was the bottoms. They were a size too small and I had to shave the top of my hair. I was also constantly pulling the thin fabric out of the cheeks of my backside. The left side seemed to be trying to go to the right! In the end I gave up the fight and left it nearly exposing too much. The front wasn't much better. I had a definite bulge, and I was caught between exposing my pussy at the top. Or letting the tight material show the bulging outline of my fanny lips! Becky had given me her gold belly chain with 3 dangling chains that hung down with the letters H.O.T hanging off of them! At least the anklet was small so the little gold cock and balls dangling down didn't really notice too much. Jim didn't have very good eyesight, but I'm sure he would have hit the roof if he did notice. Anyway seeing as how he was trying to make me jealous, I thought it was time I struck back! I kissed Sean just too really stop his dumbstruck expression. Deep down I felt like I looked like a cheap slut, and so did the man going past on the bike. He nearly ran into a parked car because he couldn't take his eyes off me. "Is your dad really here Becky?" Sean said, with a large gulp. "Yeah, why?" "Because you look so bloody sexy, I can't believe he'd let you walk around like that." I suppose I should have been annoyed, but it gave me the confidence to put an extra wiggle in my hips, despite the danger of my bikini bottom sliding deep into my ass! Now if you were my husband or my father, it doesn't really matter which. What would you think of me walking out into the garden at 24 years old, with an 18 year old schoolboy holding my hand? I'm sure you can just picture the look on my husbands face! Sean was probably nervous enough about meeting my dad, sorry my husband. But with me dressed like I was, and knowing he had fucked Jim's wife, sorry again his daughter, his real daughter. He was probably one step away from a mental breakdown! "Mum, dad this is Sean," I announced. I watched Jim get to his feet. He didn't seem too happy, but he tried to force a smile as he shook hands with Sean. I had visions of him twisting Sean's hand until he was down on his knees. "Hello Mr Norris," Sean said, in a half strangled voice. "Hello Sean," Becky said, getting to her feet and kissing his cheek. I saw her look at him and give him a little sexy wink, as she pulled away. I scowled at her as Jim gave Sean a can of beer, and then he moved to start the barbecue. "Do you need a hand dad? Sean is very good with hot things." I watched Jim stop for a second; I knew straight away what he was thinking. I'm sure the 4 glasses of wine gave me the courage to tease my husband. "I bet he is," Becky said, with a knowing smile. "No I'm fine," he replied, squeezing the empty beer can in his hand until it was flat. I helped mum carry the salad into the garden and as I bent forward, Jim got a direct eyeful of my cleavage from no more than a foot away! I looked him in the eye and gave him a little smile. I sat next to Sean making a point of moving the white plastic chair close to him. I saw Becky give me a smile, she seemed a little impressed with my attitude and how I was teasing both Jim, and my hot 18 year old boyfriend! OK I did feel a little embarrassed but like I said the wine helped, and I wanted to get back at Jim. By the time the food was cooked, Sean no longer looked like he wanted to run screaming in terror. I could see the way he glanced at me, or rather my body. I was very aware that Jim had difficulty hiding his lust for his sexy wife, (that's me by the way). But he soon began to tease me back, by giving Becky the odd kiss and patting and squeezing her ass. As for my stepdaughter, I think she was enjoying it as much as me! The tape stopped in the tape machine. So I squeezed between Jim and Sean and bent down sticking my ass in the air. Both of their faces must have been less than a couple of feet from my backside. Who was looking I didn't know but I heard Becky choke on her wine. I rolled my ass as I took awhile changing my Take That tape. "God can't we have something else on?" Jim spat. "Don't be such an old fart Jim; Becky and Sean like this music. It's what the youngsters listen to now," Becky said, as she looked away so she could hide her grin. I watched Jim grab her hand and pull her to face him. "Well at least we can go down the pub later sexy," he said, looking into her eyes. I watched her move to him and kiss him. She looked down at me with a 'top that' smile on her face. "You like the music don't you babe?" I cooed at Sean, kissing his lips. I watched him swallow, poor Sean didn't know whether to stick or twist. I moved between his legs and perched myself on his knee. I put my arm round his neck and grazed my left breast on his lips as I shuffled, pretending I was trying to get comfortable. "And I think you and your boyfriend have had enough booze too." "We're 18 we are old enough to drink legally," I shot back at Jim. The teasing continued for the next hour. It was just little things like I would kiss Sean on the cheek, and put his arm around my shoulder, and cuddle into him. Jim would respond by squeezing Becky high on the back of her thigh. It was all quite subtle, and I hoped Sean didn't think anything strange was going on. He had relaxed enough to call me Sweetie in a casual sort of way. The first time he did Becky nearly choked on her wine once again with amusement. "I think you ought to get a shirt on, Becky. The sun is hot today, and you are getting, too much!" he said emphasizing his last two words, and dropping his eyes to my breast. When I looked down I could see my pink nipple peeping out the top of my bikini! "Here, put some cream on her back Sean," Becky said, handing the sun cream to Jim. I watched Jim's hand as it shook from the force of his grip. Any minute now I thought the lid would fire into outer space! He handed the cream to Sean who just gave Jim a nervous whimpering grin. I lay on the blanket as Sean began working the cream over my back. I could feel how shaky his hands were. Becky and Jim walked towards the house; or rather Jim dragged Becky to the house. "Oh that's nice babe, undo my top so I don't get tan lines honey," I cooed, knowing Jim probably had steam coming out of his ears. "We're going for a lay down for awhile," Jim spat, waiting for me to see his hand squeeze her backside. "OK daddy," I hissed back, narrowing my eyes. He grinned as he thought he had me now. "Do the tops of my thighs babe will you?" I saw Becky grab Jim's hand pulling him into the house, as he tried to turn to have a go at me. "Are they going to..?" I pressed my lips onto Sean's purely to shut him up. I didn't want him stating the bloody obvious to me. It was just supposed to be a little kiss. It ended nearly 2 minutes later! "Well Carol if you don't get him into bed now you never will. He's so hot for you, you did a really good job," Becky whispered. It suddenly brought back what was going to happen. "If you need anymore incentive, just think what I'm going to be doing with your husband in bed tonight." God that bloody grin of hers was killing me. Jim came into the lounge and he grabbed my arm. "You better not do anything with him," he spat. I watched Becky run her hand over Jim's crotch. "She'd only scream her head off dad. I'm the only one who is going to get some cock tonight." I watched his arm going round her waist. We'll see I told myself. The taxi arrived and as they left, I saw Becky squeeze Sean's backside as she kissed him goodbye, then she began to hum the 'Mrs Robinson' song. Infuriating bitch! We went and cleared up but now the atmosphere had changed. I mean what would you expect with two 18 year olds alone in a house after a few drinks? I stood at the sink washing up, all the time I was aware of Sean watching me. He moved around the kitchen as he dried up the dishes. I felt him close behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck and then his lips. His hands wandered around my naked belly. I just stopped everything I was doing. "Do you mind, if I touch, y, you," he stammered. I felt his hand slowly travel down over the chain. He stroked one finger over the 3 dangling letters. His lips continued to softly kiss my neck. I just stood there melting trying to stop my heart from coming through my heaving chest! I gasped as he pushed his hand into the waistband of my bikini. My eyes closed as he found my wet pussy with his fingers. His other hand tugged my top down with ease and he cupped my aching breast. My hands had been resting on the edge of the sink, they had dried now. I felt goose bumps come and go several times all over my body. I wanted to reach back behind me and find the cock that was now erect, and pressing into my backside. But just for a moment longer I wanted to savour his touch, his soft tender touch. My fanny was becoming wetter by the second! This 18 year old boy had me so hot for his delicate and sensitive touch; I would gladly have stayed like that for hours! He was breathing through his nose right behind my ear. I just waited for each little whisper of air that danced across my skin. "God Becky you are the sexiest girl I know," he whispered softly. His few little words had me wishing I was 18, and I was his girl. When I opened my eyes finally I could hardly see anything they were so glazed. I turned my head slowly, feeling the long stray strands of hair, tickle my neck and cheek. Even that was so sensual it had me whimpering. I had to do something for him now. His fingers and everything he was doing gave me such a delightful thrill I had to respond. "Oh Sean," I gasped. I pressed my lips to his, but gently, I didn't want to lose the slow sexy flow to pure lust just yet! I faced him, not wanting too but pulling his hand from my soaked pussy. I pulled down his zip feeling it rise over the contour of his erection. I reached in and pulled his cock gently out. His head felt smooth almost like velvet to the touch. I began to just pulse my hand along his length. I could see the same glazed expression on his face, which I was sure, was like the one on mine. "Do you want me?" I breathed, why I'm not sure. He gave one of those slow nods, with an excited yet controlled swallow. I took his hand holding it loosely and gently took him upstairs. Even the slow pace we walked at seemed full of nice sexual tension. I looked back at him as we reached the door to my room. I just smiled a little shy smile that he returned. I lay on the bed waiting for him in submission. I was his now and he could take his time. I really expected him to rip his clothes off, but he just undressed in the same slow manner that we had started with. Finally he stood before me in just his boxers. He moved to the foot of the bed and slowly pulled my bikini bottoms down. He didn't once gaze between my legs, and I hadn't looked once at his cock, why? Well because we didn't need to, it just wasn't necessary. This was to my amazement and utter joy, so romantic I wanted us to be the only two people in the universe! He moved between my legs and slowly put himself into me. I wanted to gasp out in delight. I wanted to scream how wonderful it felt. I wanted to tell him how much he turned me on. I didn't, I just savoured every delightful slow deliberate stroke. I felt every part of him in me. He took his time in slow strokes. It felt like hours but I suppose it was just a few precious minutes. I tried to hide my orgasm that washed from my head to my toes, not because I didn't want him to know, but I didn't want to break the silence. I wanted him to be pleased; he should pleasure himself with me first. I owed it to him. Gradually his speed increased, but he was still caring and gentle. I could hear his breathing quicken. His mouth opened and he began gasping a little. I started responding doing the same. I even started rolling my hips up to meet his thrust. It was still romantic, but the lust was becoming harder to control, the excited, gasping lust. We just locked eyes on each other. I could feel the tears run to the corner of my eyes, and then down the side of my face just below my temples. One long orgasm or multiple orgasms I didn't know, and I didn't care! I couldn't control my lust anymore. "Sean.......harder........HARDER!" I pleaded. "YEAH!" he groaned, with a hard pant. He fired deep into me, and began to kiss my mouth, hard. I smiled up at his open hanging mouth, until it closed and became gripped, and then loosen again. We just stayed there together for ages holding onto each other. Several times he went to get up. Several times I asked him for another 5 minute cuddle, and several times I got my wish. Eventually the spell began to fade. We didn't dare get caught. I walked him downstairs still holding hands with him. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked softly. We bent our foreheads together just resting lightly on each other. "Of course you can," I replied, as tears of joy rolled down my cheeks. He finally left after nearly 40 minutes of just standing inside the front door, holding hands and cuddling. I began to go back upstairs. I looked at the room, their room. Tonight I didn't care about them. I cuddled into my bed smelling the faint whiff of Sean's aftershave, and kissing and holding his silver chain with his name on that his mother had given him. I could smell his aftershave on that too! I know I'm not a lovesick schoolgirl, I'm a grown woman. But just for tonight, please let me pretend? Carol's School Tales Ch. 12 Sunday was always a boring day. I found myself trying to keep busy just to stop thinking about last night. I did the housework and the washing. Oh yes I was still doing that while madam lazed around most of the day. They went down to the car boot sale just after lunch. I walked into the kitchen and started the washing up. The last time I stood at the sink came back into my mind. I smiled at how nervous Sean's hands had felt at first. I was just as bad, all I kept thinking about was I was a married woman, and he was a young man of 18. I rushed to the house phone as it rang. "Hi," I said, hoping it was Sean. My heart raced like a train as I heard his voice. 10 minutes later I was in floods of tears. Della was on her way to see him so we couldn't meet up. He promised to phone me later when she had gone home. He never did. I resigned myself to thinking our brief fling was over. Back at school on Monday I watched Della with him, if she was going to dump him why did they hold hands at lunch time? I exchanged the odd glance with Sean, I glanced in hope, and he glanced in regret. I suppose this was a stupid way to act, seeing I was already married. But the whole situation was crazy. I had become so engrossed in being Becky I had forgotten who I really was! Hell I wasn't even sure if I wanted to be Carol from time to time. Could I cope when I had to return to being a housewife? That was a bad enough thought, but did I really want to be Jim's wife when this all ended? I watched Della and Sean come back from lunch. They were late again and Miss Newark wasn't very impressed. "Della it's not fair to keep going with Sean if you're dumping him," I mumbled, as she sat down next to me. "Well it depends on Tommy." I watched her shrink. She had never told me who she was dumping Sean for. "Please don't tell anyone," she whispered. "What about Sabrina? Christ Della she'll kill you!" I hissed in hushed tones. "Yeah but Tommy will look after me, he won't let her hurt me, anyway it's none of your business." I thought she was trying to convince herself more than me. By Wednesday I had told Sean about Della and Tommy. He looked hurt but a little relieved too. "I'm sorry," I said, giving him a cuddle. Della grabbed me in the playground at lunchtime. She dragged me round the corner and slammed me against the wall. Sabrina stood behind her chewing her gum, and curling her silly ringlet as usual. "See I told you Della, I told you she was after your bloke," Sabrina sneered. "You fucking cow! I fucking hate you. I made all that up about Tommy, Sabrina told me you wanted to date Sean again, and she saw him going to your house at the weekend you slag!" I felt a slap to my face. "Della please stop this," I begged, "She is just playing games with you." "Sabrina is my friend and you are even jealous of that!" Della screamed. She twisted my arm behind my back, and Sabrina appeared in front of me with a huge grin. She forced my mouth open and shoved a handful of dirt in and then pushed my bottom jaw up. I was crying by now as the dirt mashed into my teeth and gums. Sabrina took me over to the fence and kicked the back of my knee. I went down and felt several hands in my hair. My ponytail was pulled out and my head was pressed back to the fence. I felt someone tug at my hair, and it was twisted and pulled until I felt it tangled to the wire fence. They all walked away as I sat crying, with my hair tied to the fence! I tried to get my hair untangled but it just seemed to get worse. The word soon spread and laughing kids came round to watch me struggle to get free. "Keep still." "Pete, please get my hair off the fence," I sobbed. "I'm trying to stupid," he replied. Finally I was free and he picked up my bags for me. I thanked him and went to the toilet to sort my hair out. "You OK now?" I jumped not realising Pete was waiting as I came out of the toilets. He didn't wait for my answer he just walked away. "Pete, can you wait for me please?" I half ran after him cursing as I dropped my bag, and my books scattered on the ground. I felt silly, stupid, and awkward. I just burst into tears again. Pete began picking my books up again. "Come on lets bunk off for the afternoon." I stopped and looked at him. "Go on Becky we've both got a free, and if you do anymore revising your head will explode. Besides I need your advice." We walked into town and had a milkshake. He began to tell me about this girl he was seeing. That was all I needed now another relationship problem to sort out! He told me everything except who the girl was. He kept saying they had to keep it secret. "Have you had sex with her?" He nodded. I watched him pay the bill and we walked to the park, we sat under a tree in the shade. I could see a strange look in his eyes, he seemed close to tears. I took a deep breath. "Pete I know who it is you have been seeing Miss Newark haven't you?" He just looked at me for a few seconds. "I saw the way she looked at you when you played football. Then I saw you get into her car in the town car park at the last holiday." "She said she thought you had worked it out at the match. She was scared stiff in case you told anyone." He opened a packet of fags and gave me one. We sat smoking for awhile neither of us said anything. "I suppose you think its sick me and her dating," he mumbled. "Why?" "God isn't it obvious, she's nearly 26 and I'm 18, I'm a bloody schoolboy and she is a woman! I mean I couldn't see you doing that if you were her age." I wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh I don't know, maybe if the boy was cute I might find it hard to resist," I said. I sat thinking about what I had just said. I smiled but he took it the wrong way. "Fuck Becky I didn't think you would laugh," He said jumping to his feet, "I shouldn't have told you, it'll be all over the school and Gillian will lose her job." I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Pete I promise you I won't say a thing," I said, looking deep into his eyes. "Anyway it's over now, she won't see me anymore, besides all she wants is to play her little game, she isn't interested in a proper relationship." "What do you mean her little game?" I asked mystified. "You wouldn't understand. She likes, well. I can't tell you Becky." I rubbed his arm. "I just wanted a normal loving relationship with her." I shrugged my shoulders. He looked at me suspiciously, "you better not tell anyone." "I won't Pete, I promise." I hugged him as he broke down and cried. Eventually we went our separate ways, and I was now cursing myself because to cheer him up, I had told him I would go out with him on Saturday. So I had talked myself into another mess! I saw Gillian Newark in different light now; I just didn't think she would risk losing her job to date a schoolboy. I just hoped I could hide my new found knowledge from her. Pete had told me they went to great lengths to avoid detection, but they also took a few risks. He still wanted to see her but he knew it was over now. Jim went away on holiday with his mates for a long weekend. Becky found me going through my wardrobe. "Hey have you got another date with Sean?" I looked at the clothes I had discarded on the bed. I suppose it was obvious that I was trying to look my best. "It's not Sean," I mumbled. "Oh who then?" she asked with a grin. "His names Pete and it isn't a date he's just a little down. Besides with Jim away I think we should have a little time apart." "Oh very lame Carol, If you want to date another guy go on. You are only young once, well twice in your case. So this boy Pete is he nice?" She pushed me out of the way, and then started rummaging through her clothes that for the last 5 months had become mine. "Wear that, and this," she spat, passing several items to me. "God I can't Becky, I'm not a slut," I said shocked. "Well if you don't I'll tell dad you went off with another guy." Cars blew their horns, men whistled, and some just leered. I wore honey coloured tights, a 3 layered pink ra ra skirt 8 inches off my knee, a black top with 'SEXY GIRL' on the chest in big pink letters, and pink sandals with a 5 inch stiletto heel. My hair was piled up on top of my head, and stuck out like a fountain. I was only glad my makeup hid my burning cheeks! Pete looked a little shocked with my outfit, although as we walked together I felt him gently grip my hand. "You know you really do dress weird." I shrugged my shoulders, fuck was I embarrassed! "I like it I mean. Gillian started dressing in shorter skirts. She sometimes never wore panties at school." "I noticed the shorter skirts. She looked good in them and her make up got better too, but I just can't imagine her without panties," I replied. We looked at each other and started to laugh. It seemed to relax him a little more. We walked to the café and I had a milkshake, Pete insisted it was pink. We went to the park and stood under the tree again. "Gillian and I used to meet up here when it was dark. She lives just over there." I looked to where Pete was pointing. "She said that if anyone saw us we could say we just met by accident. Sorry I suppose I shouldn't talk so much about her, not when we are on a date. We are on a date aren't we?" I looked into his blue eyes. I mean I wanted to say no but he looked so hopeful. I held his hand and backed against the tree. I moved my other had up to his neck and pulled his head slowly to me. We kissed a little nervously at first. He backed away and I pulled him back to me. We kissed again then stopped. We just looked at each other and I felt his arm go around my waist. He pushed his body forward and pressed me against the tree. Well if we weren't on a date before, the passionate kiss we shared definitely meant we were now! I could see why Miss Newark fancied him; just his kiss alone had me grabbing him not wanting to let him go. I felt his lips on my neck as he kissed gently but firmly. I closed my eyes and just melted into him. "Becky, will you go out with me properly, and could we see each other at school?" I pressed his lips into my neck so he couldn't see the hurt on my face. How the hell was I suppose to reject him? I know he was on the rebound, and I should have been stronger but I just couldn't refuse him. Not only that but I was grabbing his tight firm ass and pulling it to me, and I knew the lump I felt wasn't his lighter or fag packet. I looked around and pushed his zip down. We were back to kissing full on the lips. I just couldn't help it my tongue was the one doing all the pressing now! "Jesus Becky." he panted. I pulled his mouth back to mine, I didn't want him speaking I just wanted passion. His cock felt hot in my hand as I gripped it. I began pulling it between us. Our tongues rubbed over each others, and my hand squeezed his hard dick. I began to toss him off, and my 12 jangling bangles began to chink softly together. I felt him press onto my fanny and a finger or two pushed between my pussy lips. I could feel my own wetness that had leaked into my panties now back on my pussy. Our kissing became stronger and more passionate by the second. We were both whimpering through our exchange of tongues, and the hollow sound of two gaping mouths sounded incredibly sexy. "Becky I, I can't hold," he panted. Again I forced my mouth to his. My bangles rang out faster and faster until they sounded more of a constant note. I felt his frantic fingers pulling the front of my tights and panties down. I gasped out loud as he pushed his cock head onto my cunt lips. I was still jerking him furiously, savouring the feel of his cock teasing with every touch on my soaked pussy. He began to gasp and his lips trembled against mine. Then I felt him shoot right over my clit! I could feel her pulsing as his hot spunk coated her. It was too much for me and I had a deep orgasm that had my legs buckling. We quickly straightened our clothing, but my legs felt like jelly, and I had to hang onto Pete's arm as we made our way across the field. I could feel his spunk in the gusset of my panties as we walked. I found it quite strange that we had been inches apart like that, and yet it was just as good as full sex! "So are we officially going out together?" I asked, which somewhat surprised me. "Do you really want to?" I was a little disappointed by the tone in which he asked. It was like he was now having second thoughts. I don't know why, after all I was the one who should have been reluctant to take this further. I had to run a little to catch up with him. I slipped my hand into his like a love struck girlfriend. "Pete, wait," I said, pulling him back. Then I saw her in the distance, just staring at us. I slowly let go of Pete's hand and he didn't even notice. I just stood there watching him watch her. She turned to go back into her house with her head lowered. "Becky.... I." "Go on go and talk to her then," I spat. I stood watching him walking towards her house. My tears fell, and the spunk in my panties suddenly felt like another sick reminder of my stupidity! Monday Miss Newark and I shared a few awkward glances. How much she had seen, or what Pete told her I didn't know, but I decided to keep quiet. "Becky, where are you going?" "Home Miss," I replied a little shocked. "It's Parents Night Becky. Didn't your stepmother tell you she is coming in?" I sat in shock for the next few seconds. I couldn't believe she was coming here! Carol's School Tales Ch. 13 "Hello Mrs Norris, I'm Miss Newark." I could have slapped Becky when I saw the sick grin she shot at me. It went quite well until Mr Bird walked by. Becky's eyes followed him and I had to kick her under the desk. "So we have high hopes for your stepdaughter, although I think, she could do with, well, covering up a little more," Miss Newark said, with a nervous swallow. I saw the look on Becky's face. Oh no why did you have to say that Miss? I asked in my head. I felt my heart sink; Becky looked like she was winding up for a fight. She placed her hands on the desk in a very deliberate manner. I closed my eyes as Becky smiled. I recognised it straight away as a 'right you bitch' smile. "My stepdaughter is only following fashion, and it obviously hasn't been detrimental to her work." Christ where did that word come from? I asked myself. "No but the short, very short skirts are a distraction to the, the boys," Miss Newark stammered. "Ca, Becky can dress how she likes, in fact she dresses down compared to her old school." I went to get up and Becky grabbed my arm without even looking at me. "Look Miss Newark, I don't know what you are getting at but I saw the look you gave that boy in the corridor. Pete was it?" Miss Newark shot me an awkward glance. She opened her mouth to say something but Becky started again. "So who are you wearing the stockings for? I could see the suspender straps through that tight skirt. Those shoes are hardly suitable for standing on your feet all day. How high are those heels 3 ½, 4 inches? Now maybe that little stroke on that boys shoulder was innocent." "I can assure you Mrs," Miss Newark started again. I watched Becky stand up. "I don't give a damn what you are doing, but my stepdaughter will turn up tomorrow in what she wants, and you are not going to do anything to stop her." I raced down the corridor and into the toilets. "What are you doing here Norris?" I looked at Sabrina and she began to circle round me. She flicked my hair and barred my way out. "Please Sabrina I don't want any trouble," I said with a gulp. She grabbed my wrist and twisted it until I was half bent over. I saw a hand grab her hair and she yelled out. I watched as Becky pulled her into a cubical. She shoved her head down the toilet and then flushed it! "You touch my stepdaughter again and I'll fucking shit in the loo next time!" Sabrina went to run out and Becky just grabbed her hair making her cry out again. "Have you got that twat face?" Becky sneered. Sabrina just nodded with fright, and then fled when Becky let go of her. I just stood open mouthed. "Jesus Carol you shouldn't let little shits like that push you around," Becky hissed. I sat crying in my room. I'm sure Sabrina would be planning to get her own back on me now. At least I only had a few more weeks left at school. With the exams starting next Thursday, I had to try and keep myself out of trouble. Tuesday when Jim got home he said he was taking Becky out. I had to stay in and revise. Not that I could concentrate after the pinch Sabrina gave me on my arm, and her promise to get even with me. I hung around with Sean at school; he and Della had split up. Della was now into hanging round with Sabrina, Tommy and their little gang. Even so I got a frosty reception from her when she saw me with Sean. He walked me home several times; to be honest I was glad to get out of going by bus. We went up to my room to study together mum and dad, (Becky and Jim that is) had gone out yet again! They told me it was so I could study for my exams, yeah right! After nearly an hour of study I found myself watching Sean. You know that feeling you get that makes your skin go all prickly, well I had that for awhile until I just couldn't help myself. I bent my head forward and kissed his cheek. "Becky don't do that, I, I just want to revise. I mean it's too close to Della and me, I don't want to just have sex with you." I looked down feeling foolish. "Why not?" I mumbled, with my chin on my chest. "Well I do but I don't want you to think I'm using you like the last time." "I wouldn't mind." Shit Carol what a stupid thing to say! "You mean you want to just have, sex with me?" Here we go, both feet again I thought. "I need to Sean Jim's thingy is too big for me I really want to, it would be just sex. I need to have it with someone, I'm too small." God that didn't sound right did it? "Jim? Who is Jim? Not, your dad Jim?" He asked in horror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I said in my head. "No, um my boyfriend, from my home town, he, he is a little older than me," I said blushing. "Your boyfriend how old is he?" "37," I gulped. Oh Jesus what the fuck am I doing? 37? Stupid bitch, stupid bitch! "You want me to have sex with you, because your 37 year old boyfriend has a big dick?" I nodded at his words that had trickled out of his mouth in shock, or was it disbelief! "God he must be the same age as your dad?" he gasped. "Nearly," I croaked, with an awkward grin. He just looked at me still trying to come to terms with my confession. "But if we did, what would he say?" "Well he's not here is he, let's just forget it Sean." His lips pressed onto my mouth. Quite what made him give this response I didn't know? But as his tongue found my mouth, our conversation was soon forgotten. He slipped on the condom and I pulled off my tights and panties. We collapsed on the bed and he fed himself into me. I was wet as hell and Sean seemed eager too. He rode me quite rough, and it did hurt a little but I was now feeling easier, and less frightened than a few weeks ago. I'm sure now that when Jim and I fucked, I would be able to cope without too much distress. My legs went round Sean's, and I actually pulled his ass into me. We kissed again and smiled at each other. Now quite what Sean was thinking I didn't know? But I'm sure some guys out there wouldn't mind a fuck without any strings. Maybe that is why he was so eager; I was just a fuck, one of the girls from school. I know we had a history but that wasn't on my mind too much, and I'm sure Sean was into getting himself off more than thinking about us seeing each other. I could feel the sweat through my clothes as he pounded me. He was grunting loudly in my ear I'm sure about to come. For one moment I thought about his reaction if I told him the truth. It made me smile inside and seemed to stir something deep inside me. I could feel myself starting to orgasm. This was it another 18 year old had made me feel so wonderful and so alive! We stopped in mid flow as Jim shouted from downstairs. Panic set in straight away. I gathered all his clothes and thought about hiding them under the bed. Sean however had a different idea I couldn't understand why something was tugging the other end of his shirt. I looked round and he was trying to get his shirt on while I was trying to throw it under the bed! Then he ended up putting both feet in the same trouser leg. "Are you up there?" Becky called. Shit she was on the stairs! I pushed open my bedroom window, and I shoved Sean out onto the garage roof that luckily was just below my bedroom. I tossed his shoes out of the window without looking, hearing a muffled grunt from down below. I hoped I didn't hurt him too much. I leaned out to check he was alright, and there was my boyfriend hobbling up the road trying to finish dressing at the same time! "Well he can run," Becky said, as her head appeared next to mine out of the window. "Oh god, you won't tell dad, Jim I mean will you?" I said in panic. "No that is unless you refuse to wear the school clothes I choose for you next week." That look on her face said it all. When I saw the clothes that she had picked for me on Monday, I could have killed myself there and then! I watched her eyes roll over my clothing, she had this content look on her face and I knew then that she wouldn't let me change a thing I had on. I felt more like a prostitute than a schoolgirl! My makeup was piled on much thicker and I could feel it almost dragging my skin down. She had bought me two new blouses that were a size too small. The white material was extremely thin, thin enough to make out my pink nipples in a bright light. My tits hung slightly lower due to being braless, and they jiggled around with every step I took. My blouse was tied round my waist, and the only button on it was below my breasts. The amount of soft white breast pushing through my blouse alarmed me. I bent and stretched in front of the mirror, watching the white material as it gaped open. I knew whoever sat next to me might catch a glimpse of my nipple. My skirt was different too, still grey and pleated but shorter, 2 inches shorter! If that wasn't bad enough I now wore Mink coloured hold up stockings. The wide lace tops stuck below the hem of my skirt, and no matter how hard I tried to pull them up, I couldn't hide the stocking tops under my hem! Gone were my 3 ¾ inch heels. I now wore green slut sandals with a 5 inch stiletto heel! "Here before you go," Becky said with a grin. I took the note from her questioning what it was with my expression. "It's just in case that cow tells you to come home and change." The usual happened on my way to the bus. Men looked, men leered, and men whistled. My face was beetroot red by the time I reached the bus stop. I could see him watching me as he pulled up. As I climbed onto the bus I knew my skirt flicked up giving him a view of my tiny pink net panties! As I went to go past him he grabbed my hip stopping me. "You look sexier to day Carol, sorry Becky, trying to impress me eh?" I could feel my mouth quiver with fright, as his hand slowly went up the back of my skirt. He pressed my panties into my asshole, as he did, he groaning lustfully, delighting in my revulsion of the way he abused me without resistance. He pushed his fat finger harder I ended up moving towards him. "Hold it up," he spat, as he flicked the front of my skirt up. I knew he could see my pussy through my panties, hell I might as well have left them at home! I held my skirt up as his fat index finger wormed its way into the leg of my panties. "Pleas don't, please," I groaned, shaking with fear, "OOOHHH!" His finger had slipped into my pussy. Again he grinned with delight as he watched my face cringe. I finally twisted away from him unable to stay there allowing him to touch me anymore. I heard his dirty giggle as I slid into my seat, still aware of where his fingers had been! I tried to put him out of my mind as I went into school. It was like I was the new girl all over again! All eyes were on me as I walked, I could feel my boobs do an initial bounce, and then another with every single step I took. I went up the stairs and I could hear the comments behind me from the other kids. They shared whispered giggles and aimed remarks at me about who the biggest slut in school was. I handed Miss Newark the note, and went to my seat without making eye contact with her, or anyone else. "Blimey Becky she'll send you home!" Della whispered, "Christ you're not wearing a bra!" I tried to relax and pretend things were normal, but how the fuck could I? Miss Newark just stared in disbelief at me and then the note. She raised her hand to her mouth like she was in shock. I saw her trembling fingers screw the note up. She looked angry and took a little time to compose herself. At break time she asked me to stay behind. "She'll send you home now," Della whispered, out of the corner of her mouth. Miss Newark walked purposely towards where I sat. "You little bitch!" she spat, "did you have to do this to me?" She slammed the note down on my desk making me jump and then left. I picked it up and read it. Miss Newark, I'm sure you are fully aware of the grave situation you are in. I'm sure the school board would be only too pleased to hear from me regarding your, sick affair with an 18 year old schoolboy. So it is probably best you say nothing to upset my stepdaughter, this includes anything about the way she is dressed. I will tell everyone about your sordid little affair if you do. Have a nice day, Mrs Carol Norris. I screwed up the note and shoved it in my bag. "Well if it isn't Blowjob Becky the school slut, and doesn't she look the part girls?" I went to go through the sea of grinning faces, as they murmured in agreement to Sabrina's remark. Sabrina barred my way forward. She grabbed my nipple and twisted it, forcing me to the ground as I screamed. "Oh dear, no step mummy to protect you today then Norris?" She laughed with the other girls, as she twisted my nipple further. "Well if you don't want them tweaked wear a bra slut!" she growled. "Sabrina let her go," Della called. "Oh is she still your little friend Della? Maybe you could kiss her tit better for her." One of Sabrina's friends grabbed Della and threw her to the ground. "Fuck off Sabrina!" Della yelled. Sabrina lashed out with her foot catching Della in the stomach. Then she pulled my left breast out and grabbed Della's hair. She pulled her head to my chest. "Go on you cow kiss it! Go on or I'll kick you again!" "Fuck off!" Della said, and then screamed as Sabrina kicked her again. I felt Della's lips on my nipple kissing and sucking as Sabrina instructed. She wouldn't kiss it until 3 kicks later to stop Sabrina from hurting her further. "Right your turn now Norris, only I think you could kiss her pussy. Well girls grab her." I watch them yank Della's tights and panties down; Sabrina pushed my head into Della's pussy. "Just do it Becky, get it over with." I looked up at my sobbing friend and slowly kissed her pussy. "I'm sure you can do it better than that. I bet you are both dikes anyway." Sabrina squashed my face right into Della's pussy. I could hear chuckling and comments from the girls that surrounded us. Finally Sabrina pulled my head away. I just sat on the ground with the taste of Della's cunt on my lips. She jumped up and tugged her tights and panties up, and with her face screwed up with disgust she ran off. Sabrina pulled me up by hair. "I haven't finished with you yet slut, I'll be seeing you later," she spat venomously. Remember the hot girl I told you about when I was a real schoolgirl? Well we went to a party one night. She tried to get one of the boys to go with me. We were both 18 at the time, and I had never held a cock before. Not one of the boys would touch me then, and I think my hot friend felt quite sorry for me. We ended up in a bedroom on our own. She was consoling me and we had one of those moments. We just looked into each others eyes and kissed. She slid her hand up my dress and wormed her way into my panties. She just pushed me back and I let her finger me like a boy would. I think she just felt sorry for me but I will always remember the way her tongue flicked over my pussy. It didn't last long, someone called out to her and we suddenly realised we shouldn't be doing this. She just moved away and left me there to calm down. It had only been for a few minutes, but I had never forgotten the way I felt afterwards. So maybe Della thought I had made more of it than I should have when I kissed her pussy. The look of disgust she gave me seemed to be mixed with suspicion too! I finally caught up with Della in the toilets. "Della you mustn't worry," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. She twisted away from me. "Don't touch me I'm not a queer. Why didn't you fight back as well Becky? Were you that chicken shit scared!" she spat. She rushed out of the toilet before I could say anything. Maybe I did push my tongue in a little too much, but I was scared for her and me. OK maybe I was more scared for myself. Well you know my track record now, and my nipple still hurt like hell. I could see Della imploring me with eyes to help her. But no this was Carol the bloody chicken! Several times during the day I was teased sometimes quite viciously. I just kept my head down as I walked passed kids who called me slut, whore, and queer. I was pushed and barged and felt my hair being tugged. I just ignored it all praying for the school day to end quickly. I walked passed a group of boys one of them tripped me up, and me and my school bag went sprawling on the floor. I watched as my bag became a football as kids kicked it down the corridor. I just walked behind it picking up my ripped books as they fell out of the bag. I tried my best not to cry, but it was harder than I thought. An arm pulled me and my broken schoolbag into an empty classroom. I just stood with my head bowed waiting for more abuse. "Becky, are you all right?" Stupid question Mr Bird I thought to myself. My lips started trembling and my tears flowed freely. Then I noticed my left breast was out of my blouse. For some reason I didn't cover it. I looked up into Mr Bird's eyes. "You shouldn't worry about me Sir; I'm just the school slut. Even you've got a hard on haven't you Sir?" I just looked up into his eyes and pulled my blouse off my right breast. "Go on have a feel Sir everyone else does!" "Becky please can you cover yourself up." Even though he said the words, I could tell from his expression he didn't mean it. I moved forward and took hold of his hand. "Becky no," he mumbled. I placed it on my breast. OK he said no but he wasn't pulling away. I pressed his fingers to my breast and just stared him in the eyes. I watched him swallow and finally he pulled away from me and fled the room. I covered myself up and went back into the corridor. Carol's School Tales Ch. 14 "Ah Miss Norris glad you could join us," Miss Newark said sarcastically. "Sorry Miss," I mumbled. She went on about how the rest of the week would probably be the most important of our lives. We were given time to ask her any questions about our exams. The whole mood in the class had changed now, and everyone was deadly serious. The last hour of the day she told us to revise, or go for a walk and just unwind before tomorrow. I went down to the gardens and sat watching the painters. They were working on renovating the old school rooms that were going to be used next year. I watched the three men who now and then would look back at me and smile. One of them a man in his 40's came over and offered me a fag. I suppose if I had been thinking straight I would have declined it. But when I took it the other two came over and started talking to me. I could see the odd glance at my stocking tops from all three of them, but it still didn't make me think they were after anything more than a chat. I talked about school and the questions slowly turned more personal. I was soon telling them I didn't have a boyfriend. Just imagine the look on their faces if I told them I was married! Then they started on about my daring clothes. I blushed but they offered me another fag. The younger guy dropped it between my crossed thighs and it nestled on my stocking tops. I just looked at the hand that went to retrieve it. The conversation had stopped now, and they all watched the hand caress my trembling stocking clad thigh. I looked up into his eyes feeling a little sweaty above my top lip. "You like that darling?" the older one asked. I just swallowed licking the sweat off my top lip. The older man's hand began caressing my other thigh. The third man flicked a lighter, I moved towards the flame with the cigarette in my mouth. I had to stretch sideways. As I did my legs opened slightly and two sets of fingers wriggled onto my wet panties! "Go on open your legs a bit nobody will see." I looked up into the eyes of the two men who were fondling me. They both gave me little winks and smiles of encouragement. I slowly uncrossed my legs and opened them slightly. "That's a good girl," the black man cooed. I turned my head not realising he had moved behind me. I gave him a shy smile. "Now why don't you show me and my mates those big tits of yours?" he asked softly. I looked at the other two, again they encouraged me but I didn't move. "Go on sexy you're very wet, and we can see your pussy anyway," the younger guy said. "Yeah those little net panties don't really hide it do they?" the older guy added. I felt the two black hands slip over my shoulders. He gently peeled my blouse open until I gasped as my tits became exposed. They all cooed and agreed how nice and firm my bare breasts were. A finger slipped into my well greased pussy. Then another this time from the other mans hand! I watched as the two black hands cupped both of my breasts. He lifted them and groped them gently. I was told what a good girl I was, as the fingers of all three men became a little more confident and forceful. The black man was kissing my neck now and he was really getting me hot. I turned my head wanting him to kiss my mouth. "Oh you want a kiss sweetheart?" he asked, in a surprised but excited tone. I nodded as the fingers went a little deeper. The way he was talking to me was like I was a young kid learning to ride a bike. Every time I complied with their requests, I was reward with smiles and encouraging words. As his tongue went in my mouth he began tweaking both my nipples. I moaned on his kiss encouraging him to probe deeper into my mouth, and pluck my nipples more firmly. After a few moments he went back to kissing my neck. That was when he started whispering. "Why don't you hold that pretty little pussy of yours open, so my mates can get in deeper?" "Well sweetheart do you think you can do that for us?" the older guy said, in a soft soothing tone. I looked between all three of them as they waited for my answer. Again I felt embarrassed and flushed. "OK" I mumbled, almost child like. I bit my bottom lip in a coy manner. I pulled my pussy open showing them the inner folds. Again I received encouragement. They were all telling me how good I was. "That is so good of you...?" "Becky," I offered. "Becky, now don't worry about thinking you shouldn't be doing this. It makes you happy doesn't it Becky?" "Oh yeah!" I whimpered, feeling the fingers in me making me wetter. "Do you want to cum now Becky?" I looked up at the older man with a little shy expression. I couldn't answer him verbally so I just nodded. Again this was met by a happy reaction. "Open up further then," the older man said. I opened my legs. "No with your fingers sweetheart," he said, correcting my schoolgirl mistake. "Sorry," I mumbled pathetically. "That's OK sexy," the black man whispered in my ear. I could feel my legs shake and my orgasm start to build. My cunt was squelching now quite loudly! I began to squirm a little more. I let out a loud gasping shriek. The black man covered my mouth with his to muffle my excited cries. The two men finger me were fucking me faster, I'm sure if I looked down both of their hands would just be a blur! My hips began to jump around, and I screamed into the black man's mouth over and over. Every part of my body trembled, and my heart must have been off scale as it was beating so fast! My orgasm lasted and lasted, until I had to let go of my pussy lips and push the two men's hands from me. As I sat recovering I could hear the school bell ringing. I straightened my clothes as the men went back to work. I just managed to make myself decent, before I could hear the chatter of school kids making their way home. I didn't look at the men I just rushed back to the main school building. Even when I went to the loo my legs were still shaking! I didn't know why I had let it happen with the painters. It was almost like an out of body experience. I suppose after everything that had happened I was so mixed up that I didn't really care. Miss Newark's words came back into my head. Just go and unwind she said, well I suppose I had! "Why aren't you ready for school?" "Its teacher training day," I replied. "Huh, in my day the teachers didn't need training, anyway they get enough time off as it is. You don't know how lucky you are these days." "Dad you are talking to Carol, remember your wife?" Becky and I chuckled as Jim didn't know where to look. He made some excuse about being late and stormed off embarrassed. So there I was stood in the tattoo parlour with Becky. Several leering eyes looked over me. I wore my blonde hair up, and a red top that was thin and had a deep round neckline. My nipples poked out causing two very visible lumps due to being braless. I had on a tight denim miniskirt and black stockings. I wore the tight black boots with a 5 inch heel. Becky had me seated before I could react. She said she wanted a tattoo, I didn't realise it would be on me! "OK where to love?" asked the fat bald guy, covered in tattoos all over his head. "She wants it on her left boob so it will show," Becky sneered. I just looked at her in terror. I knew it was pointless to resist so I sat there for ½ an hour. When he was done and I managed to unscrew my face I looked down. There they were two red cherries with a green stalk! Jim always wanted me to have a tattoo, but not on my breast where it would show if my blouse was open! The one saving grace was Becky was dressed like me, in a short skirt and revealing top. But I was the one with the bloody tattoo! I felt eyes being drawn to my breast as we walked. She took me right through the centre of town. We got whistled at several times, and I knew my face was matching my red top. "Come on lets go for a drink." "Becky not in a pub," I groaned. "Don't worry we won't have to buy them." So there we were in this rather awful pub. All the other customers were male, about 20 or so. Every eye was on Becky and me. "Becky I don't like it here, it's full of bikers, and they don't look very friendly," I whispered. "Shut up and relax. Some of them aren't bad, besides don't you want a little fun?" I felt her hand snake round onto my bare waist, and she began stroking her fingers on my trembling skin. "We are going to put on a little show for the guys in here. Now kiss my cheek." I just stood there feeling my skin crawl. Why the hell was she acting like this? "Go on Carol most bikers' love a bit of girl on girl," she whispered, and then she pecked my cheek. I think Jim had this fantasy of seeing me with another woman. While he laughed at it and wouldn't admit to it, I knew from seeing him watch two girls kissing once how it turned him on, one of the disadvantages of having a big cock. "Here these are on the house girls," the barman said. Becky smiled with confidence, I smiled with embarrassment. "That's nice of him isn't it Carol," she said, as her fingers lightly skimmed the back of my stockings. I felt her lips kiss my ear and she whispered, "Play along or dad will hear about you and Sean, now kiss me." I gulped and let my lips brush hers. The barman just stood with a smirk watching us. He leaned forward. "You two carry on like that and the drinks will be free all afternoon," he said, running a finger round Becky's nipple. "Thanks very much," Becky replied with a grin. "Nice cherries sexy," the barman said winking at me. Becky grinned and kissed me again, this time I had to put up with her tongue forcing its way into my mouth! Her fingers delicately slipped under the hem of my skirt and traced along my stocking top. I knew every set of eyes watched her finger teasing my thigh. I just stood there gulping my wine trying to come to terms with what was happening. This was my stepdaughter seducing me in front of a pub full of men, and I could feel myself becoming a little excited! "Come on grab my ass or something," she whispered. I took a deep breath and let my hand slide onto her backside. I just left it there not wanting to be as adventurous as her. Two more wines appeared in front of us. The barman winked and nodded at a couple of guys at the end of the bar. I smiled trying to hide my nervousness, but I don't think I did very well. The pub had gone quiet apart from the odd lighter flicking into life, and the chink of beer glasses. The wines kept coming faster than we could drink them. Becky was getting quite carried away. She pulled the hem of my skirt up over my backside and I felt her hand go into my lacy red panties. She cupped my ass cheek and soon I found myself doing to same to her! The wine slipped down easily and now I was giving as good as I got. The men began to encourage us and we heard a few moans of delight, as Becky slipped my panties to the tops of my thighs! She turned me round to face the watching men. My blonde pussy was on show for them with her soft stroking finger dipping into it. Her tongue was becoming more insistent, and much to my shame I was now groping her breast. One of the men came over and pulled Becky's top off over her head! She just smiled at him and then went back to kissing me. Her little tits stood proud as I continued teasing them. I plucked at her nipples and she forced my hand between her legs. I could feel her soaked panties, and I just pushed them into her pussy. "Go on babe work it into her," someone called from the back. Becky dug her fingers into me and flicked my clit with her thumb. The men became more animated now. We were encouraged to finger fuck each other. Becky took a big swig of wine and then pushed her lips to mine. I felt the rush of the liquid force into my mouth; it was warm and slid down my throat with ease. We carried on kissing and stroking each other as the men got more and more into our show. Someone tried to get into the pub but the door had been locked long ago. "Becky, how the hell are we going to get out of here?" I hissed, so only she could hear. "When you cum," she whispered back. "I'm not going to this is stupid." I gasped as she rolled my clit between her thumb and finger. This had several men groaning with delight. She had moved aside so they could see her hand at work. My panties had slipped to my knees and had caught up on the top of my boots. I felt a hand tip the wineglass into my mouth, the wine dribbled down my chin. A face with a few days beard growth rubbed on mine, licking up the wine that ran from the corner of my mouth. I saw Becky push him away. "Don't touch my slut," she hissed. "We just want some fun babe no harm intended," the man said, moving back. I stood there shaking as she pulled him back by his belt. "You can wank on her later, but nobody kisses her or fucks her." "No!" I screeched. She yanked my hair back and forced her tongue into my mouth. "I told you, you belong to me slut. If these guys want to spunk then they can on you, do I make myself clear slag?" The men had all heard her words and they were cheering now. "You see this is it, this is payback time," she whispered. "Becky!" I moaned in panic. "Hell if you don't let them do it I'll leave you here. You know you wouldn't get out of here without a belly full of spunk don't you?" Her fingers rubbed faster, and despite my fear I felt myself beginning to orgasm. Even though she had been a bitch to me, I knew one day she would push me as far as she could. So this was the day when she could finally say we were even! I quaked on her fingers and to the delight of the crowd of horny men I couldn't hide my orgasm. I shuddered just staring into Becky's eyes. I saw then the hatred they held. She had a smirk on her face that was so contemptuous I had to look away. This was her finest moment, and the look on her face would haunt me forever! She pulled her fingers from my pussy and staring straight at me, she fed them to one of the men! I lost my top and skirt on the way to the pool table, as the men dragged me across the pub. Becky just watched and drank her wine. Hands and fingers pulled at my tits, fanny, and backside. "No fucking just wanking remember?" Becky called from the bar. I put my hands to my face as I felt hot spunk splatter on my tits, belly, and thighs. I heard groans of lust and zips going down or up when they had finished. Man after man grunted and groaned as they tossed themselves off on me. At one point I could feel several different men probing my pussy with their fingers! It lasted for around 30 minutes until I was covered in a white sticky mess. I should have been disgusted; I should have been in tears. I shouldn't have been feeling another orgasm, but I was! As the crowd thinned there stood Becky and the barman. He was stood behind her kissing her neck and groping her tits. She just looked down on me with that haunting look on her face. "Open your mouth," Becky said, with a sneer. I just did as she told me. I watched her pulling the cock of the barman an inch from my mouth, and I felt her wriggling fingers back between my legs. The cheering faded into the background as I felt the barman's spunk hit my mouth. Becky squeezed my clit and tormented it as I felt myself orgasm violently, so violently my head jerked and spunk shot over my face! "Oops missed," Becky said, with an evil grin. The barman eventually backed away panting hard, and Becky began licking the spunk from my face. She squeezed my cheeks and her mouth covered mine and the spunk flowed just like the wine had earlier. This sent the men into frenzy, they cheered, and they whistled, and they clapped. Even when I had swallowed it she kept forcing her tongue into me. And I kept groaning and responding to her kiss! Again the men cheered and sung our praises. But Becky just looked down with a now contented look on her face. I went to the loo and cleaned myself up. It took me ages and a whole roll of toilet paper to wipe the spunk from my body. Even when I finished I could still smell the deposits of the 20 or so guys. I walked back into the bar to a few cheers and whistles. Becky was sat on a barstool smoking and drinking like nothing had happened. I put my clothes on minus my panties, which hung from a nail behind the bar next to four other pairs! I suppose I was now a pub slut, as well as a school slut! We walked home and I honestly didn't know what to think anymore. I felt numb, embarrassed, confused, drunk, and ashamed. But I also felt amazed that I had actually had so many orgasms. Why this had turned me on so much I didn't know. But it was like all the previous times that I had an audience, such a thrill and such a turn on. Where this would lead to or where this would leave me with Jim I didn't know. Could he cope with being married to a slut if he knew what had happened? Could I cope with being a wife, or would I now want to become a willing slut? Somewhere something had to change. Becky and I didn't speak to each other until we got home. "Carol just get me to university. We are even now." Carol's School Tales Ch. 15 "Right your last day then, I must admit I'm getting bored playing the housewife. I mean I just sit around here all day eating out of boredom. Now I've got your school stuff ready so put it on, and Carol don't you dare fuck up, these exams are the most important ones without these I don't go to university, understand?" I nodded. She stood inspecting me as I looked in the hall mirror. My face was full of shock. My hair was piled up on top of my head. She had put red streaks in it last night, and now I looked like a bloody Christmas tree all red and blonde. My makeup was thicker than ever before, she had insisted on doing it for me, black mascara, and 4 layers of black eye shadow! My lips had coat after coat of deep red lipstick, I felt like I had been smacked in the mouth it was so thick! I wore my tight small blouse that she had again cut the buttons off, she had made me tie it round my waist, and this caused the top to open so much, every now and then I had to cover a nipple that escaped. Not to mention my tattoo that was permanently visible! Around my belly I wore the bloody chain with the letters H.O.T. dangling from it. I pleaded with her but she insisted I wore it. I had my usual grey pleated school skirt on that showed 9 inches of leg above my knee. I wore black opaque stockings, with a pink ribbon interwoven in the lacy tops which tied at the front in a little bow. Even these were showing below the hem of my skirt! I objected most strongly to the ankle chain with the cock and balls on, I even pleaded with her to let me wear it under my stocking, huh, no chance! Then the shoes, black courts with a 6 inch stiletto heel! "What are you doing?" I shrieked. She snapped two tiny padlocks on my belly chain and the ankle chain. "That will stop you from taking them off," she said with a smirk. I grabbed my bag and she snatched it out of my hand. She pulled out the two pairs of panties I had hidden in it. Then she flicked up my skirt making sure I wasn't wearing any. "God Becky please let me wear panties," I begged. "Nope," she said casually, and then she opened the door and pushed me out. As I walked past Mr Green on my way to the bus his eyes nearly shot out of his head. He just leered at me as I walked past his gate. He mumbled something about being 50 years younger. Yeah you wish I thought to myself. Horns blew and men whistled nothing unusual, but probably a lot more today. Even the bus driver looked gob smacked. I was past him before he had time to react. As I walked through the school I didn't just turn heads, I actually stopped conversations! Even before I got to my classroom I had to push my breast back in my blouse 3 times! I sat behind my desk every eye was on me. I looked awkwardly at Miss Newark. She just stood open mouthed shaking her head in disbelief or disgust, probably both! The desks had been split for our exams. I looked across at Della hoping for a smile, all I got was a 'what the fuck are you wearing' look. The exam started and I knuckled down knowing every other kid was doing the same, at least now the shocked eyes of my fellow pupils would be on their exam papers. I sat back 40 minutes later with 5 left to go until the exam ended. I caught Miss Newark staring at me. She still looked shocked maybe even angry now. When the exam ended we were told to go out and relax. "Sit down Becky," Miss Newark snapped. She stood in front of me telling the last girl out to shut the door. "What the hell do you think you are doing, coming to school dressed like that, and with that bloody tattoo? And don't think your stepmother can threaten me." "Miss I'm sorry Miss," I blurted out. "Silence!" she screamed. I jumped and gasped. She had real fire in her eyes. "Not only do you dress like some, some whore! If that's not bad enough you come to school without any panties on!" I could feel my face going red by the second. "Becky you are so bright I don't understand you. You don't need to dress like this, what's wrong with you?" "You wouldn't understand Miss," I mumbled. "You are damned right I don't! If you have put one of my pupils off their exams with your, your half naked body, oh I've had enough of you!" She snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. "Oh for goodness sake!" she spat, tugging my blouse over my exposed nipple. She marched me down to the headmaster. I stood there as she explained how the way I was dressed would put my fellow pupils off the exams. I tried to protest but she kept yelling at me to shut up. The headmaster sent her away to calm down. "She's no better than me; she's not wearing panties either!" I grizzled, losing my temper. "Sit down and shut up Miss Norris," the headmaster spat. "Sorry Sir," I mumbled. I sat and listened in horror as he told me he had sent for a copy of my old file to my previous school. He said he knew I wasn't the real Becky, even though I looked like her. Then he said I was being ejected from the school straight away! I pleaded with him but it was just too hopeless, my final day, 6 long months had all gone to waste! So there I was 15 minutes later bent over his desk with my skirt pushed up my back! His bare hand landed with a sharp slap on my backside. This was my only way out. I had even told him about Miss Newark and Peter hoping he would let me stay. Well I was desperate and needed him to over look what he knew. I whimpered with each stinging slap, but there was no way I was going to cry in front of him. I heard him pull a zip down. "No, you just said a spanking!" I shrieked. "If you want to carry on Becky, or whatever your name is, just shut up!" he grunted, as he pushed his cock in me. I just stayed bent over his desk feeling his hard cock taking me from behind. I wriggled trying to get his fingers off my clit, but he just squeezed it hard until I surrendered! He rammed me hard hissing obscenities in my ear. Then I felt him twitch and he unloaded into me. When he pulled out I stood up rubbing my bruised and red ass from the earlier spanking. I went to grab a tissue from the box but he snatched it away. "You bastard," I hissed under my breath. He just smiled then went back to wiping his sweaty brow with his handkerchief. As I walked down the corridor I heard the announcement over the speakers, Miss Newark had been summoned to the headmasters office. The bell for morning break sounded and I went into the garden. I was just relieved the headmaster was going to keep quiet about me. "Hey Becky wait for us?" My head shot round and there was Tommy and his gang. "So how are your exams going? Hey don't you look like the school slut today, and what's that on your left tit?" I went to walk away and he grabbed my arm. He spun me round and began marching me towards the wall, the same wall he and the others pinned me against as they tossed themselves off over me. "Hey what's this then? Hot," he said, fingering my belly chain. "Leave me alone!" I snapped. I struggled hard but his hand went easily up my little school skirt. "Fucking hell it's Becky no knickers!" His tongue went into the hoop of my large red earrings and he pulled it with his lips. My breast had already become exposed, and he wasted no time in grabbing it. "I always said I'd get to fuck you Becky," he said, grinning into my face. His mates encouraged him not that he needed any. I froze as he slipped a finger into my pussy. "Jesus you're wet!" he said surprised. I leaned back on the wall. "OK I'll let you fuck me if you lick your fingers first," I whispered. His eyes narrowed for a few seconds. I moved my head forward and kissed his cheek. "Go on Tommy, you know the girls can't resist you," I whispered, nibbling his ear, "eat it and you can do me here in front of your mates, show them what a stud you are." He just kept looking at me. He must have thought I'd been thinking how lucky I was, to get screwed by the school hunk! "I don't know what would Sabrina say?" "I wouldn't tell her Tommy, I just want to know I was fucked by you." I watched him lick his fingers, his face dropped a little like he didn't believe the taste. The other boys all 5 of them encouraged him. Go on Tommy clean it all for me, if you do they can all have me." This was greeted with even more encouragement from his gang. "Ouch!" I yelled, as his fingers dug deep into me. He licked and slurped his fingers clean. I wonder what he would have done if I told him it was the headmaster spunk he was eating? I felt his cock ram into me. I think somewhere along the line he must have realised something wasn't quite right, but he didn't know what. He banged me hard for awhile; it was only when I refused his kiss he had doubts about me. He stopped fucking me and pulled out his cock. "Hey what's up Tommy man do the slut?" I felt him wipe the inside of my thigh. He looked at the spunk; he knew now what he had done earlier! "I can keep a secret Tommy. I mean you would never live it down, if the other guys knew you had just eaten another man's spunk!" He forced his fingers into my mouth. "Eat it you fucking bitch!" he snarled under his breath. He threw me to the ground, which seemed to confuse the other boys. "Well what the fuck are you waiting for screw the slut!" he snarled. I just lay on the ground as the first boy entered me. I didn't really feel him I just smiled up at Tommy watching him shuffle away spitting occasionally. He looked back at me with his eyes full of hatred. I just smiled at him not taking my eyes off him until he was out of sight. The first boy came in me, and then the mad scramble began to get at me from the rest. I just lay there waiting for the next cock to find my pussy. Stuart was really frantic; his fingers trembled as they cupped my breasts. I just lay motionless waiting for him to shoot. He and the others took this as a sign of what a slut I was. "Look she's really enjoying it man," Martin shrieked with glee. He was next in me, even before Stuart had finished the others were hauling him off! Martin was just as eager as Stuart, who was tossing himself off on my leg to get the last of his spunk out. I let Martin kiss me; no I made Martin kiss me. If I had to taste Mr Hobson's spunk then so would he. He didn't seem to notice he just fucked me hard and fast. He soon shot off in me, and again he wasn't allowed to savour the 24 year old cunt of the school slut! Another boy was next, I didn't know his name but he came within a minute or two. Nigel took his place and seemed a little reluctant. Maybe he didn't like fucking a girl with a pussy full of spunk? He took his cock out and pulled my head up. The next thing I knew his cock was in my mouth, taking with it the combined spunk of the other boys! I sucked him for a few reasons. The bell had just gone to return to class, and the taste of all that cum was making me retch. He exploded into my mouth, holding me on him until he was satisfied. As we returned to school I pushed my tits back into my blouse. I raced down the corridor towards the toilets. Miss Newark was stood there rubbing her backside. I knew why! She barred my way into the loo. "Straight to class you little bitch!" she hissed in my ear. I need the loo Miss, please let me go Miss," I begged. "No way, your exam starts in two minutes; if you go in there I won't let you out in time." "You can't do that!" I screeched. "Watch me, I saw you by the wall Becky. You deserve to be made to sit in it!" Not for the first time she marched me to my class. She shoved me in the door and closed it. I had to quickly cover my left breast, but Mr Bird had already noticed my tattoo judging by his open mouth. His eyes dropped to my legs and he could barely tear them from my stocking tops. My heart was racing like hell; I just hoped he couldn't see the white spunk as it trickled down my black stockings! I took my seat quickly at the back of the classroom, and as I sat down I felt the cold sticky spunk dribble from my pussy to the chair! All through the exam I twisted in the chair trying to find a dry patch. I would have been better off just sitting still I realised too late! The problem with exams is the quiet, a few days ago one of the kids blew off and everyone heard it. As I shifted in the seat there was a squelching sound, my pussy had stuck to the chair. I just lowered my head to the question paper. Now exams are bad enough but with a pussy full of spunk leaking everywhere, it is extremely hard to concentrate. History was favourite subject, and any English kid knows the date of the Battle of Hastings. But my mind had gone a complete blank! I nearly wrote 1966! Then 1669, my eyes wandered around the class in panic. I'd get thrown out for cheating if I looked like I was trying to attract someone's attention. Again my pussy stuck to the seat, again there was a loud squelch. This time Mr Bird looked up. I was in nervous mode; you know when you are doing things without realising it? I was opening and closing my legs as I concentrated my mind on the answer. Then I realised what Mr Bird was gawping at. I slammed my legs shut but he had already seen everything! I still couldn't remember the answer, SHIT! Then I saw it up on the poster behind his head. Only I couldn't see the date. I tried leaning but I just couldn't move far enough. The last question and I had 5 minutes left! I began flapping my legs again in frustration. I wanted to scream at him to move his fucking head! Then I saw his eyes, they were focused under my desk. He didn't move his head just his bloody eyes! 4 minutes left, even as he looked at his watch he moved his arm up and didn't look fucking down! He was still glancing up my skirt but he just wouldn't move his bloody head! Right just 3 minutes think Carol think! My eyes shot round the room quickly making sure everyone was still working. I opened my legs wide and began playing with my cunt. Oh god look at me you bastard, look at me you fucking asshole! I dragged my heels on the floor. His mouth dropped open as I dug my fingers into my pussy. When I pulled them out I spread then under the desk. I could feel the spunky strands caught like cobwebs on my fingers. But still he didn't move his fucking head! God a minute to go what else could I do? Oh fuck it! I lifted my spunk filled fingers up to my mouth and pushed them all in! I exaggerated my tongue movements as I looked him in the eyes, god I wanted to puke on the vile stale taste! He made a strange gulping and squeaking sound, and his magazine dropped off his knee. His head dropped. 10 fucking 66! I screamed in my head as I scrambled it down. "Pencils down please," Mr Bird said, as he retrieved his magazine and a little composure. "Becky, can you stay behind please?" Mr Bird asked. Oh shit here we go again I thought another telling off. "Would you put these books away please?" I walked into the cupboard and dropped all the books as he grabbed me. He slammed the door and pushed me back against the book shelves. He began kissing me feverishly. Before I could say a word he pressed his hard cock against my pussy. "I've got to have you Becky, I've got to fucking have you!" he panted excitedly. He lifted my left thigh and pushed his cock into me. I don't suppose I had much of a choice in this because he was so far gone. I just clung to his neck as he frantically fucked me against the book rack. He pulled my blouse open and licked my tattoo and then he sucked hard on my nipple. My ass was banging on the shelf as he lifted me off it with each thrust. I reached up grabbing the shelf above my head taking some of my weight for him. I looked down to see my tits bouncing wildly with each thrust. He was panting hard and so close to coming. I bet he had been thinking about me all through the 1 hour exam! "Oh you are fucking beautiful!" he moaned. "Am I Sir? Oh thank you Sir," I said with a gasp. I felt him shudder and shake as he came hard. He let me down and almost shoved me out the door of the small room. There I was straightening my skirt, and tucking my tits back into my blouse. I looked up and there was Miss Newark just watching me with a disbelieving look on her face! I went past her to grab my bag and there on the seat was a sticky drying puddle of spunk that had leaked from me earlier. I rushed into the toilet and just sat there calming myself down for the next few minutes. Thank god it was now lunchtime and I could relax! I repaired my makeup and went to the door. As I opened it there stood Sabrina. "AH hiding in here are you tart? What's that on your tit?" she said, opening her eyes wide. She grabbed my arm with one of her butch mates and marched me outside. Before they would let go I found myself in the potting shed. I was pushed to the ground and my blouse was pulled open. I watched the door open and all these 18 year old boys came in. They started handing £10 notes to Sabrina. Two of her friends pulled my legs apart, and although I tried my best I couldn't get free. One after the other they all fucked me. I was just held down with a hand over my mouth. For most of the time I kept my eyes screwed shut, as cock after cock emptied into my aching cunt! "That's the easiest £100 I've earned," Sabrina chuckled to her mates. "Wait there is one more Sabrina," one of her friends said. I watched the fat ginger haired boy approach. He just gazed lustfully between my legs. I struggled as hard as I could. I tried to get up but they just held me tighter. I watched him drop to his knees and he pushed himself into me. They were all laughing at him as well as me, as his fat body covered mine. I turned my head away from his attempts to kiss me. But Sabrina had one of her friends hold me so I couldn't escape. He soon shot his load into me and then he left. Sabrina pulled me to my feet. I was frog marched back to the main building just as the bell went. Sabrina pushed me into the classroom. Miss Newark just looked on open mouthed, as 11 loads of spunk trickled from my pussy to my knees! I sat in my seat feeling the familiar trickle from my fanny to the chair. I turned over the next exam paper, not really sure if this was a maths or a science exam! Somehow I got through it, and I just had time to go to the loo before the bus left. I sat in a daze until we stopped by the hedge. "No please don't do this to me," I begged. "This is our last time sexy so I think I should fuck you," he said with grinning eyes. He pushed me onto the backseat and clumsily got to his knees. He then opened my blouse and began making circles with his fat hands on my breasts. His cock thrust deep into me, I didn't have the energy to struggle, I just wished he would hurry up and get his fat, smelly body off of mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth and although I tried to force it out I couldn't. His short jerking motion became quicker and quicker, until finally he came in me. I struggled home and collapsed in the bath. That night I went to bed early I felt exhausted beyond believe, 3 exams and god knows how many fucks in the end? I opened my eyes and squinted at the door as Jim walked in. "I've been thinking about you," he said with a smile. He got into bed and I felt him move between my legs. Jesus that's all I needed now another bloody cock! "Are you OK Carol?" "Yeah why?" I mumbled weakly. "It's just that I'm in you." "Yeah I know I'm not stupid, just not too far huh?" "No I mean in you, all the way!" I thought it was his hand I could feel on my ass. Shit it was his bloody balls! Not only that, he was fucking me, gently but all the way in! I put my legs around his back, not even a whimper passed my lips. My husband was fucking me like I always wanted him too! I just lay there and took it, all of it, all those inches! He came around 20 minutes later, even when he had increased in pace I didn't moan. I just took it, I took it all! Carol's School Tales Ch. 15 I went to school 5 weeks later to get my exam results. I passed everything! I ran up to Jim and jumped into his arms, I gave him a deep loving kiss swapping tongues with him. He put me down and as I turned there was Miss Newark, Sean, and just about everyone else watching stunned. "I think we had better go," I mumbled. We left them all still wondering about our loving kiss, not quite what you would expect from a father and daughter! I looked at Becky as she read the results. She began tugging at my wedding rings trying to take them off. I sat on the chair now I had something far more serious to worry about. Two days later Becky came back from the toilet. Just the look on her face said it all. "What's up Becky?" Jim asked concerned. "Isn't it obvious? She can't get my rings off her finger, she keeps throwing up, and that fat she thinks she got from sitting around all day isn't fat is it Becky?" She just looked up in shock at me. "Jim she has just done a home pregnancy test, I went and got her one from the chemist. Your daughter is going to have a baby!" 4 months later they waved me off. Becky was showing well now, and it was the only solution available. Becky would carry on being Carol, and I was off to university as Becky! I had seen Della a few times since the last day of school, and she turn up to wave me off. "So is that right your mum and dad are moving too?" "Yeah, J, dad has a new job up north. Besides you wouldn't believe the amount of agro the baby has caused." We hugged and kissed with tears in our eyes. "Look I'd better go." I went back to my old house to pick up a few things. I loaded them into my car. As I bent into the back seat I heard someone shouting. "Ah so you are back you little madam, you and your friends made a right mess I've a good mind to tell your step m..." "Mrs Adams?" I queried, as I came back out from the car. "Oh sorry I thought you were Becky, I, I mean the short skirt, you looked just like, I mean why are you dressed like." "Never mind what did you say about Becky?" She took a deep breath, "the party she had a few weeks ago, they knocked over our dustbin and the racket coming from the, bedroom." "What racket? What party?" She looked even more flustered. "Becky her friend, and those 3 men, well they were all up there doing it, sex I mean," she said with a gulp. I looked at her waiting for more. "Carol we've always got on well." "What 3 men?" I asked, stopping her again. "3 men two white and one black man, they larked about on the lawn for awhile throwing those hood things." "Ski masks?" I asked slowly. "Yes I suppose. They knocked over our dustbin with that blue van of theirs. Then they dragged them in the house laughing and joking." "Wait they dragged Becky and her friend in the house?" "Oh no dear Becky and her friend were doing the dragging; she even had his thing out. Huge it was, black and huge, not that I really noticed of course." "What colour was the van?" "Blue dear I told you. Well it was dark I know but it was still there in the morning. Then they all went off laughing and joking together, and Becky well she just stuck her fingers up to my George." "Two white men and a black man?" "Yes dear, are you alright you look quite pale?" I got into the car feeling quite numb. She was still twittering on as I started the engine. "I heard Becky say something about frightening someone and getting her dad back." I switched off the engine and sat there as she told me everything she knew. I pieced it together as she told me more and more. Now Mrs Adams was a noise old bat, so I knew she would have had an ear to the wall listening. Becky had apparently planned everything from what Mrs Adams revealed. I was supposed to come in and catch them like I did. Becky was scared when I phoned Jim. Mrs Adams said that whoever the woman was just supposed to be frightened enough to leave. But as soon as the father found out she had to rethink everything quickly. "What were her exact words?" Mrs Adams looked up and down the street, "Something like shame the bitch into leaving. But later she said she was having more fun sending her to school dressed like a tart. She said no matter what she made her do, this woman still wouldn't leave. They all thought it was hysterical judging by the laughter." I watched Mrs Adams eyes as I adjusted my short hem. Her hands went to her mouth. "Oh dear Carol, it, it was you she was talking about." I left her figuring it out for herself. I drove back towards the house hoping to catch the little bitch before they left. I stopped in the street a little way away to collect my thoughts. They were still there. I had a cigarette calming my nerves. I remembered now seeing the blue van parked outside the day of Becky's rape. It was just a van in the street. But now I knew it must have belonged to the three men. Not very clever parking outside the house of your victim, unless it wasn't rape, and I'm sure they would have had a backup plan. Maybe Becky had convinced them she would stick up for them. No wonder she didn't want to go to the police. I flicked the fag end out of the window. I heard shouting coming from the house. Then the blue van appeared, and I saw the black man get out. I watched as Becky came out of the house and she was still screaming at Jim. The black man chucked the cases she was struggling with into the van. All I heard was Becky screaming. "Its Nicks Baby dad, get over it!" I watched Jim go back into the house with his head held low. I ducked down as the blue van went past me with Beck and her lover. So what now? Do I go back to Jim? As I straightened up I saw the grey pleated miniskirt sticking out of my badly packed bulging suitcase in the rear view mirror. I looked back at the house. I could feel a smile spreading over my face; I began to laugh at some of the things I had done as Becky. I looked back in the mirror at the grey school skirt. "You and I have had quite an adventure little skirt. How would you like all those hunky university guys watching you flick and blow in the wind? OK then lets go and turn some heads." Four years later I walked into my new job. Leering eyes tried not to stare at my grey pleated miniskirt and black pantyhose encased legs, but they didn't have a chance. "Good morning my name is Miss Becky Norris; I'm your new teacher."