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Submissive Ch. 04

By: linkznut



Submissive IV-Robert's Home

It was Friday afternoon and Carol Johnson was heading home.  She’d been looking forward to this weekend for several weeks now.  Her daughter’s senior class play was this weekend, one show tomorrow night and one show Sunday afternoon.  Although putting on the play itself was quite exciting, the hard work and time commitment leading up to it had been very demanding, not only for Kristin, who had a supporting role in the play, but for Carol as well.  Carol had volunteered to help out with the production and had been to rehearsals six nights a week for the last three weeks.

Rehearsals had also marked the re-birth of Carol’s sexuality, including the immergence of a submissive, bi-sexual side she’d never exhibited before.  It had started two weeks ago when Carol was taken by her daughter’s best friend, Becky, after rehearsal one night.  It had culminated earlier this week when she had submitted to Billy, another high school senior in the play.  In between, she had been taken by her own daughter and become her lover.

Yes, the hectic schedule associated with the last three weeks would not be missed.  But the new elements of her sexuality that had emerged on account of the play would be a part of her life forever.

But equally important, tonight her son was coming home from college for the weekend.  Robert was in his second year of college and attended a university across the state.  She hadn’t seen her oldest child since Christmas break, nearly two months ago.  His homecoming meant a temporary change in the sleeping arrangements that she and her daughter had come to enjoy, but it was only for one weekend.  Her new lifestyle was not something she planned on sharing with her son.

* * *

As she pulled into her driveway at about 5:30, she noticed that Robert’s car was already there.  She hurried into the house and found him sitting in the living room with Kristin.

“Hi, baby,” she greeted him.  He rose from his seat and they gave each other a warm hug.  “How was your trip?”

“It was fine, mom.  How have things been with you?”

“Hectic,” she replied.  “But things should slow down after the weekend.  I’m so glad you could make it back for your sister’s play.”

“Aw, Mom.  You know I’d never miss little sister’s dramatic debut,” he grinned.

“You guys sit down and talk while I go change.  I’ll be right back,” Carol said.  

She returned in a few minutes, wearing a powder blue jogging outfit, with no shoes or socks.  She noticed that Robert had pulled kitchen chair into the living room and was sitting on that.  “Is something wrong, honey?” she asked.  “Why are you sitting in that chair?”

“I’m fine, mom.  This chair just feels good after two half hours in the car.”

“Okay,” Carol answered, taking a seat on the sofa.  “Where’s Kristin?”

“She went to her room for a minute.  She should be right back.”

It was several minutes before Kristin returned.  She moved directly to the sofa and sat down right next to her mom.  So close, in fact, that the thighs were pressed against each other.  Such closeness in the presence of Robert made Carol very uneasy.  She wanted to move over, but she was already at the end of the couch, and she didn’t dare draw attention to her nervousness by moving to a different seat.

Kristin and Robert were talking together as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  Gradually, Carol began to relax and enter into the conversation.  And then, she felt Kristin’s hand on her thigh, and she gasped audibly.

“Are you okay, mom?” Robert asked.

“Is something wrong, mom?” Kristin chirped in, squeezing her mom’s thigh and rubbing her hand up and down her thigh.

Carol was barely able to control her shaking.  “I’m fine,” she said.  “Just a little gas, that’s all.”  What was wrong with Kristin, she wondered.  What was she trying to do?  But when she looked at Robert, he acted like nothing unusual was happening.  Maybe she was just over reacting, she thought to herself.

But still, she couldn’t get her mind off of Kristin’s hand moving slowly back and forth on her thigh as she talked to Robert.  And she realized that it felt good.  And that it was turning her on.

And then, Kristin leaned over, wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her hard.  Instinctively, Carol opened her mouth in response to the kiss.  The kiss was short, but powerful, and left Carol dazed and confused.

“Kristin,” she stammered, “what are you doing?”

“Shut up, slut,” she responded, slapping her face firmly with her open hand.  “Stand up,” she demanded.

Carol just sat there, stunned, unable to look at her son.  She stared at her daughter as her emotions were in turmoil.  Her newly discovered submissive side desperately needed to obey her mistress.  Her logical mind screamed no, this was too much.

“Did you hear me, slut?” Kristin repeated firmly.

“Yes, mistress,” Carol responded automatically.  Logical or not, she was under her daughter’s spell.  It seemed that, once again, the needs of her body outweighed the needs of her mind.  She rose obediently and stood in front of the sofa.

Kristin rose also, and stepped to the center of the room.  “Come her, slut.”

Without thought, Carol moved to obey.  “Turn and face Robert,” Kristin commanded.  “And don’t take your eyes off of him.”

For a moment, Carol froze.  Then, reluctantly, she turned to Robert and looked him in the eyes.  She could feel all sense of pride and self-respect melting away as she stood before him.

She felt Kristin place her hands on her shoulders as she stepped behind her.  She felt the hands of her lover, her mistress, as they gently massaged her shoulders.  Carol gasped as her daughter’s hands found her breasts, caressing them through her top, pulling her body back until she pressed against her daughter’s tits.

She gasped again as she felt Kristin reach for the zipper of her sweat shirt.  Automatically, her hands moved to stop her.  For a moment, neither woman moved or spoke.  At last, Kristin spoke.  “I really don’t want to punish you, slut.  But if I have to, I will. The choice is yours.”

Carol hesitated one more second, before easing her hands back to her sides.  “I’m sorry, mistress,” she said, still not taking her eyes off Robert.  “Please forgive me.”

Her daughter leaned in and kissed her gently on the ear.  “There, there.  Don’t worry, slut.  Kristin’s going to take real good care of you tonight.  Just relax now.”  Carol did relax, a little.  She felt her sweatshirt zipper being slowly lowered, finally reaching the bottom and releasing.  She felt Kristin’s hands on her shoulders as they slowly eased the garment off her shoulders and down her arms.  She saw it landing in the corner as she stood before her son in her bra.

She felt Kristin’s hands on her back, releasing the clasp that secured her bra, and sliding the bra quickly off her shoulders, and throwing it to Robert.  Carol felt her body shaking as she stood there, tits fully exposed, before her son.  She stared at him, searching for some sign of understanding, but his face was blank.

Before she could fully digest what had already happened, she felt her sweatpants and panties sliding quickly over her hips, until they lay in a pile at her feet.  Reacting automatically when Kristin lightly tapped her leg, she stepped obediently out of the pants.

She felt Kristin stand up behind her and wrap her arms around her stomach.  “What do you think of my slut, big brother?”

“She’s absolutely gorgeous, sis,” Robert said, a smile finally emerging on his face.  “She doesn’t seem to always obey quite as quickly as she should, but she certainly is a beautiful creature.”

As Carol stood there, she felt a certain pride in her appearance.  After all, how many 40 year olds could get comments like that from a 20 year old?  She felt her nipples stiffen as she stood before him, awaiting her mistresses next instructions.

“It looks like you’re getting to her, Robert.  Look at her nipples stand up.”  She reached between her mother’s legs and dipped her fingers into her pussy.  Carol gasped.  “And look at this.  She’s soaking wet,” she said as she held her fingers to her mother’s lips.

Without any urging, Carol took the fingers in her mouth and sucked her own juices off of them.  After hearing Robert’s comments of a few minutes before, she was determined to be an obedient slut and make her son proud.

Her body began to tingle as she felt Kristin’s hand wandering over her body, stopping once they reached her breasts.  She moaned as her daughter squeezed her full mounds, and pinched and pulled on her nipples.  She searched her son’s eyes again for signs of approval as Kristin moved one hand down to her pussy.

She squirmed as her daughter’s fingers entered her pussy, and shivered as she was engulfed in her arms.  She felt her pleasure mounting as Kristin continued caressing her tits with one hand while pumping her pussy with the other.

And then Kristin stopped.  Carol almost collapsed in shock as the pleasure was abruptly halted.  “On the floor, slut,” Kristin commanded.  “Lie on your back, with your pussy towards your son, and show him how you masturbate.  Now, slut,” she ordered.

There was no hesitation, and no doubt.  Carol dropped swiftly to the floor and assumed the appropriate position.

Her hands wandered over her body as she squirmed on the floor.  Her left hand grabbed her tits, squeezing them, massaging them, and pulling on them.  Her right hand shot to her pussy, digging deep into her folds, and pumping in and out as if the safety of the world depended on her orgasm.

As aroused as she was, she knew she wouldn’t last long.  She felt the pleasure wave building within her.  She tried to keep her eyes on Robert, but they closed on their own accord as her orgasm hit, leaving her withering and squirming on the floor while her fully clothed son and daughter looked on.

With her chest still gasping for air, she slowly regained some sense of where she was.  Opening her eyes, she immediately searched out Robert’s eyes, searching for some sign of approval, or at least understanding.  She found his eyes, along with a big smile on his face.

Her reverie was broken by Kristin’s voice.  “That was very nice, slut.  Did you enjoy masturbating for you son?”

“Yes, mistress, I enjoyed it very much,” she answered, her eyes glued to Robert’s.

“I think Robert would like to play with your titties, don’t you?” Kristin asked.

“Yes, mistress,” she answered quickly.  “May I let him, mistress?” she asked hopefully.

“Of course you may.”

Slowly, Carol rolled to her knees and got to her feet.  She walked to where her son sat in the straight back, armless kitchen chair.  Straddling his legs, she lowered herself slowly onto his lap.  She reached her hands out and ran them slowly through his hair, before leaning over and pressing her lips to his.  His lips responded eagerly, and their tongues met in a miniature dance of love. 

While their tongues did their special dance, she felt his hands grab her tits.  She moaned with pleasure, pressing her lips harder against his, and pushing her breasts further into his grasp.  He responded, squeezing and massaging her breasts.  He released his lips from hers, and moved them towards her breasts.  She pulled him to her quickly, pulling his hair as his mouth assaulted her tits, first one, and then the other.

Feeling her excitement building once more, Carol released his hair, and reached towards her love button.  With her left hand, she pulled back her hood to reveal her swollen clit, and began stroking it passionately with her right.  She felt his tongue circling her nipples as she felt the pleasure building in her womb.  She felt him bite her nipples as another orgasm wracked her body.

He released his mouth and supported her with his hands as she collapsed forward onto him.  He wrapped his arms around her softly, stroking her hair and her back, as she lay against him, gasping for air.

He held her like that for several minutes, each of them satisfied to let the moment last.
“Slut,” Kristin said, breaking the silence.

Carol responded slowly and with a gentle push from Robert.  “Yes, mistress,” she answered at last.

“Isn’t it time that you relieved your poor son of his pent up anxiety?” she asked.   

Carol instantly perked up.  “Yes mistress.”

“I think a blow job would be in order, if that’s alright with your son,” she responded.

All eyes looked to Robert.  “Yes,” he said pensively.  “I think a blow job would be perfect.”

Without getting off Robert’s lap, Carol began unbuttoning her son’s shirt.  It went slowly, as her hands were shaking with anticipation.  When she finally got the shirt unbuttoned, she pushed it over his shoulders, and off of first one arm, and then the other, before finally discarding it in the corner.

Regaining some composure, she ran her fingertips gently over his chest.  “I haven’t touched this chest since I used to bathe you,” she said quietly to him.  Leaning over, she circled his chest with her tongue, before biting softly on his nipples.

She rose from his lap and stood before him.  Taking his hands in hers, she pulled him to his feet.  Quickly, she reached for his belt, undid it, and unsnapped his snap.  She dropped to her knees before him, and slowly lowered his pants down his legs.

She gasped when she saw him.  Eight inches long he stood, and so thick she wasn’t sure if she could get her mouth around it.  She stroked it lovingly as he stepped out of his pants.

She felt Kristin’s hands on her head.  “It’s beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Oh my yes,” she answered.  “It’s absolutely gorgeous.”  She looked up at Robert, and then back to his dick.  Reaching her tongue out, she gently circled the eye of his monster, taking just the head into her mouth.  She bobbed on his tip a few times, before withdrawing and running her tongue up and down his length.  She stroked him firmly with her hand, as he met her strokes with little thrusts of his own.  She returned the tip to her lips and took him in again.  This time, however, she didn’t stop with just the tip.  Straining, she took his width into her mouth, determined not to fail her son.  Slowly, she finally took as much of him as she could, and began bobbing her head on his tool.

“Oh yes, mom,” she heard him moan.  “That’s right, just like that.  Suck it, baby, suck it.”

She increased her efforts, excited by his words of encouragement, as he grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth.  She felt like she would gag, but, somehow, she persisted, determined to please Robert.  And then she felt him tense and shoot his warm semen into her mouth.  She swallowed and swallowed, but it dept cuming, eventually dripping out the side of her mouth and running down her cheeks.

And then he stopped.  Slowly, she released him and he eased down into the chair.  Their eyes met and he smiled at her.  “That was amazing, mom.” he said.  “Simply amazing.”

She smiled at her son, rose to her feet, and turned to her daughter, who was sitting on the sofa, still fully dressed.  She held out her arms invitingly to her and smiled.

Kristin rose quickly and crossed the short distance to her mother.  They immediately fell into each other’s arms, locking their lips together in a long, passionate kiss.  Withdrawing her lips at last, Kristin licked Roberts cum off her mom’s, cheeks and chin, and returned her lips to Carols, with Robert’s cum included.  They kissed some more, before Carol finally broke their embrace, pulling Kristin’s T-shirt swiftly over her head.

Carol gently caressed her daughter’s bra-less breasts, bending over and nibbling on her stiff nipples.  She felt Kristin’s hands running through her hair, and heard her moaning words of encouragement.  Without wasting any time, Carol reached down and slid Kristin’s sweatpants over her firm fanny and down her legs.  Needing no further prompting, Kristin kicked the pants aside, leaving a naked mother and daughter wrapped in a tender embrace, hands gently exploring each others body’s, lips locked in a passionate kiss, and their naked son/brother looking on.

The action before him was clearly getting to Robert.  Like most men, it was Robert’s fantasy to watch two women making love, but when the two women were his mother and sister, it was almost too much to bear.  Despite having shot his load only minutes before from his mom’s blow job, he could already feel the excitement returning to his cock.

As he watched, the two women eased down to their knees without releasing their embrace.  After a moment, his mom pushed Kristin gently to the floor, her head towards him.  Swiftly, Carol straddled Kristin’s face with her legs, while she buried her own face in her daughter’s pussy.

Robert watched intently, gently stroking his cock, while the two women went at each other.  He watched as they withered on the floor, moaning as their pleasure mounted.  He couldn’t take his eyes off his mother’s pussy, pointed right at him, sitting just beneath her dark hole, and framed by her gorgeous checks.

Finally, he dropped to his knees behind his mother’s ass.  He grabbed her ass cheeks as Kristin assaulted her pussy from below.  As he positioned his cock at her entrance, he could feel his sister’s tongue moving back and forth between his tool and Carol’s dripping pussy.

And then he eased his cock into his mother’s pussy.  She momentarily abandoned Kristin’s pussy, raising her head and turning back to look at her son.  She smiled at him, a glassy look in her eyes, before turning back to her daughter’s treasure.  Grabbing her by both hips, Robert began pumping his member in and out, Gaining more momentum with each thrust.  Soon, Carol abandoned any pretence of eating Kristin’s cunt, and rocked her body in concert with his thrusts.

Soon, they were both moaning loudly, slamming into each other, with Kristin trying to lick or suck any body part that came into range, while her hands were thrusting madly in and out of her own pussy.  And then the orgasms came.  First was Carol, her body shaking wildly as she moaned in pleasure.  Then Kristin grabbed hold of her mom’s waist and pulled her down on her as her orgasm washed over her body.  And finally Robert, thrusting his cock into his mother’s pussy as she lay atop her daughter, as he tried to squeeze out every drop of semen he could.

And then they were all spent, lying on the floor, a tangled mass of humanity gasping for air.  As they gathered their senses, they began to unwind from each other, choosing instead to snuggle together, Robert in the middle, flanked by his two ladies.

“So,” Carol said after a while, looking first at Robert, and then at Kristin.  “Am I to gather that you two were intimately acquainted before tonight?”  But she was smiling as she said it, and she was still smiling later, when they told her about their first sexual encounter the previous Thanksgiving.



Submissive Ch. 05



Submissive V-The Teacher

Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny.  It had been a wonderful weekend, Mrs. Johnson thought as she watched Robert’s car drive off down the street, carrying him back to college after all to short a visit.  She thought back wistfully on the events of Friday, Saturday and this morning.  

Friday night, she’d been seduced by her two children who, as she later found out, had been sexually involved with each other off and on (due to Robert’s college schedule) for about 4 months.  The exact events of that evening were somewhat blurry.  All she knew for sure was that everybody had fucked everybody before they all passed out together.  They awoke the next morning in her bed, but she didn’t remember ever leaving the living room.

Saturday was spent at home together, mostly making love.  But Saturday was different then Friday.  As fiery and intense as Friday was, Saturday was slow and easy.  

And the first performance of the play was a big success.  Kristin did very well, as did her friends, Becky and Billy.  The cast had gone out afterwards to celebrate, leaving Carol home alone with her son, Robert.  They made love together slowly, and when Kristin got home, they did it some more.

Sunday morning came all too soon.  They didn’t make love that morning, preferring instead to snuggle together in bed.  When they finally got out of bed, Kristin was busy preparing for the two o’clock performance of the play and Robert was busy packing.

And now he was gone, and Kristin’s and her life would go back to their new normal.

* * *

They arrived at the school at one o’clock.  Kristin was busy getting into her costume while Carol kept busy with last minute details.  When it got close to curtain time, Carol left the stage area and took a seat in the audience.

Shortly after that, a woman sat down next to her.  Carol looked over.  “Oh, hi Miss Martin,” Carol said, recognizing Kristin’s English teacher.

“Hi, Mrs. Johnson,” she said.  “Please, call me Sandy.  I thought you’d be backstage helping out this afternoon.”

“Nope.  After all the work we did, I wanted to actually see the play at least once,” she said.  “They’ll just have to make do without me.”

They sat quietly for a couple of moments.  “You know,” Sandy said softly, breaking the silence.  “I was working late a couple of weeks ago.  I left through the back door, you know, the one by the production conference room, shortly after rehearsal was over.”

“Oh?” Carol said, not sure why she was telling her this.  And then it hit her.  “Ohhhh.”  Unless she missed her guess, Sandy had seen her with Becky at least, and possibly even with Kristin.

When Sandy spoke again, it was almost a whisper.  “I saw you and Becky together,” she said.

Carol sat quietly for a moment, stunned.  When she’d gathered herself enough to talk calmly, she asked “so what are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure,” Sandy answered, looking into Carol’s eyes.  “It was really quite a show, you know.  I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.  I was kind of hoping we could get together sometime and discuss it.”

Discuss it, Carol thought.  What was there to discuss?  She was either going to turn them in, or she wasn’t.  And then the light went on.  Or, she thought, she was turned on by what she saw.

Well, if that’s what she wanted . . . “I think that can be arranged,” Carol smiled.  “Would tonight be okay with you?”

Sandy hesitated briefly before responding.  “Sure.  That would be fine,” she Said.  “When and where?”

“Seven o’clock at my place.  I’ll write down the address for you.”  She quickly took out a pen and paper and jotted down the address.  “Here,” she said as she handed her the note.  “And don’t be late.”

Sandy took the note, her hand obviously shaking.  “What about your daughter?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about Kristin,” Carol answered.  “I’ll take care of her.

Without a further word, Sandy rose from her seat and stepped into the isle.  Carol watched her as she stumbled up the steps and out of the auditorium.  Hmmm, she thought.  This might turn out okay, after all.

* * *

It was nearly seven o’clock.  Becky looked around, making sure everything was ready, the lights slightly dimmed, the music on, soft and romantic.  She wore a navy blue jogging suit with a zip up front covering her braless breasts, and an elastic waistband on the pants to ensure their quick removal.

Carol Johnson had pulled her aside after the play ended, telling her about her encounter with Sandy Martin and about the planned rendezvous that evening.  Carol had been convinced that it was not just the lesbian sex that had turned Miss Martin on.  She was certain that Sandy had been turned on seeing an older woman dominated by a student.  For both of their sakes, they agreed that it was important for Becky to give Miss Martin exactly what she wanted. 

To describe the 38 year old Sandy Martin as beautiful would be an exaggeration, but she did manage to turn a man’s head now and then.  Although she carried the few extra pounds that always seemed to come with age, she had managed to keep her body in pretty good shape.  She was 5’8’’ tall, with nice breasts, albeit somewhat on the small side, and brunette hair that curled down just to her neck.  Her best feature was her ass, still firm and shapely, unyielding to age.

At seven o’clock sharp, the doorbell rang.  Becky took a deep breath and opened the door.  “Hi, Miss Martin,” she burst out merrily.  “Come on in.”

Miss Martin hesitated, confused.  The last person she expected, or wanted, to see was Becky.  But she couldn’t just leave, could she?  How would that look?

Becky could sense her confusion.  “Oh, Mrs. Johnson told me she was expecting you.  Please come in.”

Becky stepped aside as Miss Martin entered the house.  Stepping behind her, she placed one hand on the older woman’s shoulder.  She jumped noticeably.  “A little nervous tonight, Miss Martin?” she asked as she set her other hand on her shoulder.

Sandy took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure.  “Where’s Mrs. Johnson?” she asked, stepping out of the younger woman’s hands and turning to face her.

“She’s gone for the evening,” Becky exclaimed.  “But she left you something.”

Sandy hesitated momentarily, uncertainty crowding her thoughts.  “Oh,” she said.  “What could that be?”

Becky looked deeply into Miss Martin’s eyes.  “Me,” she said.

Sandy gasped and moved a couple steps back from her student, as her purse slipped accidentally to the floor.  “What do you mean?” she managed to ask.

“You know exactly what I mean, Miss Martin, don’t you?”

Sandy Martin had happened upon Becky and Carol that evening innocently enough.  What she saw, however, was anything but innocent.  It had been so arousing, in fact, that before she realized what she was doing, she’d lifted up her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her panties.  She found herself unable to tear herself away, unable to turn her back on the intoxicating sight before her; until she heard someone coming.  She had quickly gathered herself, hurried around the corner and exited out the back door.

Later, unable to deny her arousal, she convinced herself that it was the sight of two women making love that had aroused her so.  Since that night, what she saw and what she felt had consumed her thoughts, consumed them to the point that she finally had to act.

And that brought her to Mrs. Johnson earlier that day.  She’d approached her as delicately as she could, hoping that, somehow, they would wind up together.  And it had appeared as if it would work.  Until now.

What Sandy saw in her mind now was not her making sweet tender love to Carol Johnson, as she had hoped, it was Carol Johnson lying on her back, arms pinned to her sides, helpless, as Becky stood over her, taking whatever liberties with her body she wanted.  And she found herself wishing that she was Carol Johnson.

Miss Martin lowered her eyes, unable to hold Becky’s gaze.  She shook her head, no, unable to make words come out of her mouth.

“Come now, Miss Martin.  I know you saw Mrs. Johnson and me making love.  Did you like what you saw?”

The older woman just stood there, unable to answer, unable to move.

“I asked you a question,” Becky said, raising her voice slightly.  “Did you like what you saw?”

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Sandy nodded her head.

“That’s better, but I still couldn’t hear you.  We’ll try it one more time.  Did you like what you saw?”

“Yes,” Miss Martin answered meekly.

“Okay, that was much better.  Now come over here,” she said.

Again, Miss Martin froze as her internal struggles reasserted themselves.  This was a girl 20 years her junior, a student of hers.  If she went any further, she could lose her job, not to mention her reputation.  And yet, she was as aroused as she’d ever been before.  She wanted nothing more than to give herself completely to this young woman.

In the end, lust won out, and she slowly covered the short distance between them, stopping 2 feet in front of the younger woman.

Becky reached out and lifted the other’s chin until their eyes met.  “Very good, Miss Martin,” Becky said as she stroked her hair, her cheek, and her neck.  Keeping her right hand in contact with Miss Martin, Becky walked slowly around, stopping when she was fully behind her.

She stepped up close, pressing her body against her teacher’s backside.  Holding Sandy’s arms, she leaned over and nibbled gently on her ear lobe, before moving lower to plant soft, tender kisses on her neck and shoulder.  “You were hoping to make soft, tender love to Carol tonight, weren’t you?”

Sandy nodded her head slowly.  “Yes,” she replied.

“Are you disappointed with how things are turning out?”

“No, I’m not sorry,” she answered.  Her voice was shaky and barely audible, but what she said spoke volumes about her current state of arousal.

Becky reached around and grabbed her teacher’s breasts, kneading them gently through her blouse and bra, as Sandy let out a soft shriek.  “If you’re good, they’ll be time for soft, tender love later,” Becky whispered in her ear.  “But first, I need to make sure you realize who’s in control here.  You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered.

Becky continued massaging the older woman’s breasts.  “From now on, I think you should refer to me as Miss Becky when we speak.  Don’t you agree?  

There was no hesitation at all.  “Yes, Miss Becky.”

“Very good, Sandy,” Becky said.  “I think you’re coming along just fine.”  She lowered her hands to Sandy’s skirt, unsnapping the button, and sliding down the zipper that held it up, pushing the garment to the floor.  Without waiting for instructions, Sandy quickly stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside.

Reaching up to the top of Sandy’s blouse, Becky slowly unbuttoned the top button and moved down to the next.  Slowly, she repeated the process until, at last, the blouse was completely open.  She stepped back slightly, sliding the blouse off her shoulders and casting it aside.  Taking the back of her bra in her fingers, she released the clasp, leaving the bra dangling loosely between Sandy’s arms and sides.  Slowly, sensuously, Becky ran her fingernails across her teacher’s back, before gently massaging her shoulders and back.  Her hands moved slowly down her shoulders to her arms, taking the bra straps with them.  She moved her hands across Sandy’s upper chest, sliding them downward until they engulfed her breasts, now only loosely covered by her bra.

Sandy moaned softly as Becky caressed her smallish breasts, leaning backwards, pressing herself against her.  And then the bra was gone, sliding off her arms and onto the floor, unneeded and unwanted.  She felt herself shiver, feeling hands running lightly over her chest and stomach, feeling lips nibbling gently on her ear, and covering her shoulders with tender kisses.

She felt her panties, already soaked with her juices, being pulled down her legs as Becky knelt down behind her.  When they reached the floor, they, too, were discarded, along with her shoes.

And there she was, naked at last, standing before a fully dressed young woman 20 years her junior.  And at that moment, whatever lingering doubts she had were vanquished.  She was completely under this young woman’s spell, and she knew she would do whatever she demanded.

She felt hands touch her buttocks, massaging her cheeks tenderly.  “Bend over,” Becky instructed, voice slightly raised.  And Sandy knew that it was not a request.

As Sandy bent over, she could feel her excitement spreading across her body.  Never before had anybody, not man, not woman, examined her ass hole closely.  And her she was willingly, eagerly, opening herself up to Becky.  Slowly, Sandy moved her hand towards her pussy.

SLAP!  “What do you think you’re doing?” Becky asked.  Sandy gasped loudly from the force of Becky’s blow to her fanny, barely able to keep her balance.  

“Please Miss Becky, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean anything wrong, Miss Becky.”

“I didn’t say that you could touch yourself, did I?”

“No, Miss Becky.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.”

“But you know now, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Becky.”

“Good.  Now bend over again, and spread your legs.”  Quickly, Miss Martin obeyed, resting her hands on her knees to support herself.  

And then, for the first time in her life, Sandy felt another woman’s fingers touching her pussy, lightly stroking her outer lips, and then diving deep into her womanhood.  The fingers lingered in her pussy for a while, moving gently in, then out, circling around and around, until she was moaning noticeably, barely able to stay upright on her wobbling knees.

And then she felt the fingers withdraw from her pussy, only to travel the short distance to her ass, where first one finger forced it’s way in and circled the inside of her dark hole, and then a second finger joined it.  Sandy arched her back towards Miss Becky, frantically seeking more of this new found pleasure.

All too soon, the fingers were gone.  But almost before she could cry out, they were replaced by Becky’s tongue, circling the dark, outer rim before plunging into the dark depths.  Sandy nearly jumped off the floor at this sudden intrusion as she felt her body’s excitement growing.

And then it stopped.  She heard Becky rising to her feet and watched her move to the coffee table, quickly shoving the magazines to the floor.  “Lay down on this,” Becky demanded.  “On your back.”

Sandy obeyed as fast as her wobbly knees would allow, gasping at the feel of cold wood against her bare skin.  Becky stood above her, circling her slowly, examining her chest as it heaved in excitement, and her womanhood as it lay spread open beneath her.  

Becky kneeled beside the older woman and leaned her mouth to Sandy’s.  There was no hesitation on Sandy’s part as she eagerly opened her mouth to accept the tongue that had only moments before been delving inside her darkest hole.

Without releasing the kiss, Becky moved her right hand to Sandy’s clit.  Sandy jumped, arching herself toward the pleasuring fingers.  She thrashed wildly on the table as Becky moved from her love button to her slit, quickly ramming three fingers deep into the wanton pussy, then pulling them out, then in again.

Without warning, Becky broke off the kiss and withdrew her hand, leaving Sandy desperate while she quickly relocated to the end of the table.  Spreading her teacher’s pussy wide, she lowered her mouth to the engorged clit, sucking it, and stroking it with her tongue.

As Becky continued working her clit, Sandy grabbed her tits with her hands, squeezing them, mashing them roughly into her chest as gasped.  

“Oh shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Sandy screamed as she thrashed beneath her lover, her dominator.  And her body shook wildly as she came, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.   

Sandy sensed, rather than felt, her lover withdraw from her.  When her eyes were able to focus, she saw Becky sitting in the middle of the sofa, still fully dressed.  “Lie there and rest for a bit,” Becky said.  “When you’re ready, come sit by me.”

Sandy lay there, gathering herself, aware that her entire body was laid bare in front of her student.  After several minutes, Sandy sat up and moved to the sofa.

“Miss Becky,” she started.  “May I undress you, now?”

“Not just yet,” Becky responded.  “Not just yet.”  She reached her hand behind Sandy’s head and pulled her around, where their lips met.  This time, however, their kiss was tender, sensuous.  And then Becky pushed her face away slightly.  “Bend over my knee,” she whispered.

Sandy looked into her eyes, hesitating only a second, before laying herself across her lover’s knees, her ass sticking out invitingly before Becky’s right hand.  “Miss Becky, did I do something wrong?” she asked meekly.

“You grabbed you tits after I told you not to play with yourself without permission, didn’t you?”

“Yes Miss Becky,” she answered, lowering her head.

Becky placed both hands on her back, massaging and kneading her, then gently tracing her fingers over her back side.  Sandy moaned, forgetting, for the moment, what was coming.  Becky then eased two fingers into Sandy’s pussy, slowly easing them in, then out, gently circling the outer lips.

WACK!  Sandy jumped as the fingers withdrew suddenly, only to be replaced by the flat of her hand as it slapped her fanny hard, but not really damaging her.  She gasped as the hand withdrew again, and gritted her teeth in anticipation of the blow that was sure to follow.

WACK!  She jumped as the second blow struck home, slightly harder than the first.  And then she felt the fingers slide gently back into her pussy.

“What do you think, girls?” Becky asked.  Sandy gasped loudly and looked up.  There, by the hallway which led to the bedrooms, stood Carol Johnson and her daughter Kristin, with arms wrapped around each others waists.  They were looking intently at the scene before them.

“Most impressive, Becky,” Kristin said.  “I think she’ll be a lot of fun.”

“She looks very hot, mistress,” Carol said.  “I think she wants you to finish what you were doing.”

All while they were talking, Becky continued working on Sandy’s pussy.  She thrust harder now, as Sandy again dropped her head in submission, moaning as the pleasure began to build.

WACK!  The fingers quickly withdrew from her pussy, only to be replaced with the palm of her hand as it once again assaulted her fanny, then replaced again by the fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

WACK!  The process repeated itself.  WACK!  Again.  WACK!  And again.

And Sandy gasped, her body jerking on Becky’s lap as her orgasm hit her.  She heard herself scream as she shoved her pussy towards the hand that was bringing her such pleasure/pain.

And when it passed, she looked up.  Kristin and Carol were still there, watching.  As she watched, Kristin turned her mother towards her and slipped the robe over her shoulders.  Gently, she took her naked mother in her arms, and their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss.  They broke the kiss.  “Come with me, slut,” Kristin said to her mother.  She turned to Sandy before leaving.  “We’ll be seeing you later,” she smiled.

Sandy watched, jaw open, as mother and daughter departed.  “And you,” she heard Becky say to her.  “You come with me to the guest room.  It’s time for you to make love to me, now.”

* * *

Sandy and Becky spent the remainder of the evening together in the guest room.  Kristin and Carol paid them a visit during the night, getting to know Sandy a little more intimately.  

Somehow, they managed to get Sandy up in time to get home, shower and dress, and still get to school on time.  Needless to say, Kristin and Becky enjoyed a renewed interest in third hour English.



Submissive Ch. 06



Submissive VI-The Assignment

Sandy Martin stood in front of the mirror with shaking legs, smiling in spite of herself. It was 2:10 on Saturday afternoon and she had a date in less than an hour. She didn’t know if her nervousness was from fear or from anticipation. Whichever it was, it was an intoxicating nervousness, a nervousness that spoke of something forbidden, yet something she wasn’t about to call off.

* * *

It had all started when she spied Becky, a student of hers, making love to Mrs. Johnson, the mother of another student. Becky was not just making love to Mrs. Johnson, she was dominating her, doing anything to her that she pleased, while the older woman was helpless to resist her.

Subsequently, that scene kept repeating itself in her mind and became the source of several intense masturbation sessions. Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer and approached Mrs. Johnson. Even then, she refused to admit that it was really the submissiveness of the situation that had turned her on, and that it wasn’t Mrs. Johnson she wanted, it was her shoes she wanted to be in.

But Carol Johnson turned the tables on her. When she’d gone over to meet her that fateful evening, it wasn’t Carol Johnson she ended up with. It was Becky. And the scene unfolded in much the same way as the scene she’d witnessed between Becky and Mrs. Johnson had.

Going to school that Monday morning was probably the most difficult thing she’d ever done. She was certain that everyone knew; that all the whisperings in the hallways and in the classrooms were about her. And it got worse just before third hour. That was when Becky and Kristin were in her class.

But that class had gone well. Neither Becky nor Kristin acted any different than they did any other day. And that went a long way towards easing her tension and helping her relax. The next couple of days passed without incident. She did get a knowing wink or two from both of the girls when nobody was looking, but nothing that would compromise her position at the school.

And then came Thursday. On Thursday her three senior English classes had papers due, papers that would count a significant part of their final grade. It was at the end of her seventh hour class when it happened. 

Billy, usually one of the first students out the door at the end of the class, was the last one out that day. He gathered up his books and headed towards Miss Martin’s desk to turn in his paper. “Miss Martin?”

“Yes Billy,” she answered. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, you know that Becky is my girl friend, don’t you?” he questioned.

She hesitated, feeling her body begin to tense up. She knew there was only one place this conversation could be headed. “I knew you were both in the senior play, but I wasn’t aware that you were a couple. Why?” she asked, barely maintaining her composure.

“Oh, no reason,” he smiled. “Here’s my assignment. If I were you, I’d make sure nobody else saw it, if you get my drift.” He handed her the paper, smiled, and turned to leave.

“Oh, one more thing,” he said. “You’d better read it right away. It could prove to be very instructional.” And then he left.

For a moment, Sandy just stood there. Finally, she sat down in her chair. Reaching over, she picked up the paper and examined the cover. It was a plain white sheet of paper with his name and her seventh hour English class typed on it, and nothing more.


Hesitantly, she turned the page. In bold letters centered across the top of the page was the title, ‘Teaching the Teacher.’ She gasped and quickly closed the paper. It took her only a moment to gather up her things and head for the door. Twenty-five minutes later she was seated at her kitchen table reading the paper.

* * *

Pornography, she thought to herself as she finished chapter one of the two-chapter paper. What else could she call it? It was the story of her and Becky, with Mrs. Johnson and Kristin thrown in for good measure. Oh sure, the names were different, but not so much so that anyone would be misled about who the characters really were.

But chapter one covered the whole story. What could chapter two be about, the future? She put down the paper, went to the cupboard and poured herself a stiff rum and coke. She returned to her seat, downed a third of the drink in one swallow and picked up the paper. It was then she realized that, yes, she was nervous, maybe even scared. But she was also excited. She could sense where the story was going and that ultimately it would call for her to give herself to Billy. That she should rebel against this never crossed her mind. After all, she’d allowed herself to be dominated by Becky, and she knew she’d allow the same with Billy. All he had to do was demand it. And she felt certain he would.

As she worked her way through chapter two, she found her hand drifting purposefully towards her womanhood, massaging herself through her slacks. Halfway through the chapter, she slammed the paper over on the table, stood up, slid her pants and panties down past her knees, and sat back down. She quickly turned the paper over and continued her reading, while her free hand dove towards her pussy. She felt her fingers lightly massaging her clit as she lost herself in Billy’s story, the story of what was yet to come.

Somehow she managed to finish the chapter without cuming, at which time she closed the paper, stood up, shed her pants and panties, and headed for the bedroom, discarding her blouse and bra along the way. When she reached the bedroom, she spread herself out on the bed and immediately sent one hand pounding into her pussy while the other hand grabbed her tits, mashing them into her chest. She moaned to herself as she writhed on the bed, her body already at a fevered pitch from her reading. She thought of Billy, that it was his cock that was in her, that it was him that she was surrendering herself to. She arched her back, rolling her head from side to side, and felt the familiar feelings of ecstasy wash over her body as she continued to toss and turn across the bed.

When she calmed down, she started to think about what she’d read, and what it meant. Clearly, Billy was fully aware of what had happened between Becky and herself. He was also aware of Kristin’s relationship with her mother. Where the first chapter had dealt with events that had already happened, the second chapter dealt with the future. More precisely, Sandy realized, it dealt with the next two days. 

Chapter two was based on Sandy’s submissive nature. It was not so much a work of fiction as it was a game plan for the weekend. An outline of exactly what was expected of her. She was to surrender herself to Billy Saturday afternoon, but not before he tested her with two other tasks. The first one tomorrow, and second one on the way to meet him on Saturday.

And then suddenly, Sandy sat straight up. Oh my God, she thought. If this was a game plan, she needed to go shopping. Tonight!

* * *

Seventh hour English was drawing to a close. She looked over the class as they read their books silently, or as they pretended to read while they waited for the last bell of the day to set them free. But she couldn’t bring herself to look at Billy. She knew he’d been looking at her. Indeed, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her during the entire class. Even now, when he was supposed to be reading, she knew he was looking at her. And she could feel her pussy juices flowing as her already damp panties got even wetter.

At last the bell rang. “Don’t forget your assignment for Monday,” Sandy called out as the students rushed for the door. All the students except Billy, that is, who sat in his chair making pretenses at gathering his books and papers.

As the last of the kids fled the room, Billy walked to the front corner of the room opposite the door and sat down on a desk top. The desk was situated in such a place that someone would have to actually enter the classroom to see him.

Finally, Sandy looked him in the eyes. He returned her look, but didn’t say a word or make any other movement or gesture. He just sat there, looking at her. Slowly, Sandy felt herself crossing the short distance between them, stopping just a few feet in front of him.

Her heart was pounding and her knees felt weak. She knew nothing would happen between them now. Not here, and not today. At least not according to chapter two. Even so, she knew that right now she was giving herself to him, making herself available for his use, whenever and however he chose to use her. And just thinking about what that meant made her pussy flow.

“You have something for me?” Billy asked, breaking the silence. She nodded her head nervously. “Well?” he asked when she just stood there.

She grabbed the hem of her black skirt and slowly raised it up her black nylon-clad legs. When she reached her panties, she hooked her thumbs in their sides and slid them slowly down her legs until they reached the floor. Bending over, she picked up the tiny black panties and handed them to Billy.

Billy took the panties and rubbed them lightly in his fingers before raising them to his nose. He smiled as he looked at her. “You’re as excited as hell, aren’t you?”

She nodded her head nervously. “Yes,” she said, speaking her first words since class ended.

“You’d fuck me here and now, wouldn’t you?”

She looked at him through big, nervous eyes, before looking towards the door. When she looked back at him, there was a single tear slipping from her eye. Again, she nodded her head. “Yes.”

Billy stood up and wiped the tear from her eye. “Turn around and lean over the desk,” he commanded. 

With only a slight hesitation, she did as instructed. But her heart was racing. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she thought, at least not according to chapter two. She bit down on her lower lip when she felt him lifting her skirt onto her back, and she shivered as he ran his hands over her naked buttocks. And she let out a sigh of relief when he pulled her skirt back over her ass, grabbed her shoulders and stood her back up.

He turned her so she was facing him and grabbed her tits. He held her eyes with his as he massaged her bosom. “That’s a very sexy garter belt. Did you get it just for today?” he asked while he continued fondling her tits.

“I bought it last night,” she answered nervously. “The nylons and panties, also.”

He smiled as he released her, taking a moment to smooth out the fabric of her blouse. “Well, I’ve got to run now. I’ll see you around,” he smiled knowingly. “Thanks for the present.” He leaned in, kissed her lightly on the cheek, gathered up his books and headed for the door, with her panties stuck haphazardly in his notebook.

Sandy watched him leave before she stumbled to her chair, taking several minutes to regain her composure. She tried to grade some of the papers that had been turned in the day before, but gave up after just a couple, unable to get Billy, or the rest of chapter two, off of her mind. Finally, she gave up, loaded up her things, and headed home.

She spent that evening trying to wade through the pile of papers, trying to occupy her mind with something different. It worked, partly. But she was never able to completely free herself from the visions of what was to come. In the end, she went to bed with her hand between her legs, and dreamed of Billy.

Fortunately, she had errands that needed tending to on Saturday morning, errands that occupied her time and her mind. It was noon when she finally got home and found herself, once again, alone with her thoughts, with two hours still to go until it was time to leave.

* * *

She took one more look in the mirror, at the wrap around black skirt, and the nicely toned legs covered by black nylons and perched upon black high heel shoes. And at the red blouse, cut deep in front to show off her shapely, but somewhat small bosom. One more look at her watch confirmed that it was 2:10 and time to leave.

She took a deep breath, and turned, grabbing her purse as she headed for the door. According to chapter two, she had one stop to make before heading to her final destination. Somewhere she’d never been before. Somewhere she couldn’t even imagine herself entering just a few short weeks ago. 

Not only was she going to “Big Bert’s Adult Entertainment,” she was going alone, without an escort to protect her. She had no idea what to expect, but her imagination had no trouble coming up with all sorts of seedy scenarios. Oh well, she thought. All she had to do was go in, buy a dildo, and leave. It would be embarrassing, but she could manage it.

It didn’t take long to reach “Big Bert’s.” It was a small, stand-alone building located in back of a small strip mall. She was surprised to see six or seven cars parked out front. She parked her car, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Let’s get this over with, she thought.

She entered the store and looked around. To her left, there were movies for rent or purchase, to her right there was the check out counter and magazines. Near the check out counter was a doorway that led to an area for watching movies. She could only imagine what went on in there. 

In the back of the store, she saw the area she was looking for. As she made her way back, she was aware that all eyes were now on her. It was no wonder, she thought. Look how she was dressed. She looked like a god-damned whore in her red blouse, her black wrap around skirt and her “fuck me” high heel shoes. Having all these horny men ogling her made her nervous. But it also excited her and she could feel her pussy beginning to flow.

Billy watched quietly from behind the curtain separating the check out counter from the office. While not exactly a regular, he did frequent the establishment often enough for Big Bert to be willing to help him out. Certainly Billy was interested in seeing how Miss Martin would react to this environment, but he was also looking out for her. Sex and fun were one thing, but this was the type of place where a woman by herself could find more than a little trouble.

Damn she looks hot, he thought as he watched her move to the back of the store. He watched her pull a piece of paper from her purse, glance at it, and then look back to the shelves. He watched as her searching began to take on a greater urgency, and he watched as she turned towards the counter, a look of near panic in her eyes.

Bert made her wait a couple of moments before he turned to her. “Can I help you?” he said in his gruff voice.

She hesitated. “Yes,” she said a last. “I need a dildo. A specific dildo.” Billy smiled to himself as he watched Sandy struggling through the situation he’d created for her, one that was intended to create just a little more embarrassment than he’d originally described in chapter two.

“I need this,” Sandy said as she handed him the piece of paper.

“I see. I think I can help you,” he smiled. “Hey, John,” Bert shouted suddenly, his deep voice booming throughout the store.

“Yeah, what do you want?” a voice answered from the back of the store.

“This lady wants that 12 inch black dildo. You know, the real thick one with the balls attached,” Bert shouted back.

Billy watched Sandy as her face turned as red as her blouse. He could only imagine the embarrassment she was experiencing as the two men shouted back and forth across the store for everyone to hear.

The other man stepped through a door in the back and held the dildo up high enough for everyone to see. “This one?” he shouted.

“That’s the one. Stay there. I’ll send her back.” Big Bert looked a Sandy and smiled. “There it is. Go get it.”

Sandy thought she’d die as she walked to the back of the store. “Are you sure you can handle this?” the man smirked as she reached for the phallic symbol. “Maybe you’d prefer the real thing?”

She tried to smile as she took the dildo and turned back toward the front of the store. Before she could take a step, WHACK! She jumped and gasped, not expecting the whack on her ass. But despite the infringement on her body, she no longer had the mental strength to face the man, so she ignored the blow, and quickly started back to the front of the store, her wobbling legs barely able to support her.

She glanced around the store and saw that everyone was looking at her. She was so humiliated that she wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. But deep down there was a feeling stirring, a feeling that she couldn’t deny. Deep down, she was turned on. As much as she wanted to run away and hide, there was a part of her that wanted to lie down on the floor, right there in the middle of the store, and bury all 12 inches of the dildo into her dripping pussy.

When she reached the front of the store she set the dildo on the counter. “How much?” she asked softly, her voice shaking.

“Well, the truth is, I was going to give this to the little woman at home,” he said, a devious grin on his face. “It’s the only one I have in stock. I’m not sure I want to sell it.” 

Sandy looked at the man, a look of disbelief on her face. “Please,” she said at last. “I’ll pay whatever you want,” she pleaded. Chapter two had been very specific about the dildo she was to purchase, right down to the manufacturer and model. She thought briefly about buying a different model, but quickly dismissed the notion. Billy had been specific, and she didn’t want to risk his anger.

“Well now,” Bert said with a smile. “If by payment you mean money, the price is $20.00. But like I said, I’m not sure I want to sell it. But if by payment, you mean something other than money, why don’t you step into my office.”

Sandy looked at the man, momentarily speechless as her mind tried to deal with this roadblock. She needed the dildo, but she didn’t have time to deal with “payment by something other than money” at this time or she’d be late meeting Billy.

“Okay,” she said at last, her frustration becoming apparent. “I can’t do that now, but if you sell me the dildo, I’ll come back later. I promise.”

Bert looked at her for a moment, as a smile appeared on his face, and he began to chuckle softly. He reached under the counter, pulled out a bag, and stuffed the dildo in it. He handed the bag to Sandy.

“No charge,” he said. “And no other obligations on your part, either. Billy said you were okay, ma’am. He was right.”

Sandy stood there in shock as the man moved to the other end of the counter. Quickly, she grabbed the bag and headed for the door.

“I don’t suspect I’ll ever see you again,” Bert said as she reached the door, “but I work until midnight tonight and tomorrow night.” 

She looked back and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said as the door closed behind her.

Billy peered out the front window as she got in her car and left. “You really had her going, Bert. You shouldn’t have let her off the hook, though. She just might have come back.”

“Oh, she would have,” Big Bert smiled at the young man. “And she still might.”

“You’re too much, Bert. Thanks again for your help.” Billy stepped outside and walked around the corner to where he’d parked his car. He followed after Sandy at a leisurely pace, not really concerned about how long he kept her waiting.

* * *

Sandy Martin walked out of the hotel lobby, room key in hand. She quickly moved her car to a parking space at the back of the hotel, turned off the ignition, and took a deep breath. Well, ready or not, here I am, she thought. She opened the door, grabbed her purse and bag, and headed for the door.

The room was located on the second floor, halfway down the back hallway. She stepped into the room and looked around. She’d heard the story about Kristin’s mom and knew it had taken place at this motel. She wondered if this was the same room. It seemed to fit the description, being a two-room suite, with the bedroom off to the right and a balcony off the living room. 




Submissive Ch. 06



She opened the door to the balcony and stepped outside. Not much of a view, she thought. Right behind the motel was a grassy hill going up to a freeway. The freeway couldn’t have been much further than one or two hundred yards away and was elevated several feet over the level of her room, so that if someone were looking, they would be able to clearly see the balcony and whatever was happening on it. Thank god they’d be travelling at 70 miles per hour, she thought.

She looked around and, not seeing anything else of importance, went back inside. She quickly checked out the rest of the suite, took a seat in the living room, and looked at the clock. It was just now 3 o’clock. According to chapter two, the phone would ring shortly. It would be Billy and he would tell her to begin. At that point she would go out onto the balcony, do a strip tease, and masturbate while he watched from the hillside. Only after she’d fully laid herself bare before him and any passers-by on the freeway would he take her.

At 3:15 there was a knock on the door. Puzzled, Sandy called out “who is it?”

“Room service,” the voice answered, but it was definitely Billy’s voice. This wasn’t part of the plan, she thought as she moved quickly to the door to let him in.

Billy stepped inside, saw the puzzled expression on Sandy’s face, and smiled. “I’ve decided on an alternate ending,” he said. Before she could respond, he pulled out a blindfold and slipped it over her eyes, making sure it covered them completely and was securely fastened.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. She heard the creaking of the door as it opened once again. She heard soft footsteps, a woman’s footsteps, entering the room, and she heard the door closing. Then she heard someone, Billy, she thought, moving over toward the sofa and sitting down.

For a moment, there was only the sound of cars and trucks, muffled by the balcony door, as they raced by on the freeway above. Sandy jumped slightly when she felt fingers softly touching her cheek, stroking the hair off her forehead and pushing it gently behind her ear.

She sensed the other woman leaning in before she actually felt her lips brush lightly over hers. She could smell the closeness of her as she leaned in again, as their lips came together, and as she opened her mouth wide to accept the probing tongue. And she felt the other woman’s arms wrap around her, embracing her gently as their kiss lingered.

When the kiss broke, her new lover turned her gently and pushed her further into the living room. Sandy knew she was near the balcony door when she felt the brightness of the outdoors hitting her. And then her lover to be stopped her.

Sandy felt the woman step up behind her, felt the pressing of her full bosom against her back, and her stomach grinding against her ass. Then she felt hands on her shoulders, sliding slowly over her chest until they reached her breasts, still encased in her bra and blouse.

And Sandy gasped as the hands grabbed her tits hard, squeezing them, pulling her body roughly back into her own. “Oh yes,” she heard herself moan. But the attack stopped as quickly as it had begun, and the hands now moved towards the buttons on the blouse. With the skill of fingers that had clearly done this before, the blouse was soon removed and cast aside.

The hands passed over her breasts again briefly, before gliding slowly over her tummy. Sandy moaned softly as the hands roamed freely over her, before finally reaching the buttons of her wrap-around skirt. Quickly, the buttons were released and the skirt was unwrapped and tossed away.

And she felt the woman turn her away from the light of the outdoors and back into the room. “You look sensational,” she heard Billy say. “You’ve heard the story of Carol Johnson’s stay in this motel, haven’t you?” Billy asked her. And as he asked, she felt her bra being released and slid from her body, leaving her clearly aroused nipples sticking out proudly before her.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Well, Lupe was the housekeeper who walked in on Mrs. Johnson in the morning,” he said. “Lupe, say hi to Miss Martin.”

“Hi Senora. You are a pretty lady like the other one. We will have fun together, no?” she whispered softly in Sandy’s ears as she pressed herself against her, as her fingers took hold of her excited nipples, twisting them gently in her fingers.

“Anyway,” Billy continued as he watched Sandy wriggling under Lupe’s touch. “Lupe was so turned on by what happened, that she risked her job to look up Becky’s name and address on the registration. Making a long story short, she called this week to let us know how much she enjoyed herself. And that got me to thinking. It was too late to change the paper, but not too late change the plan, if you know what I mean.”

Sandy nodded her head, groaning as she felt Lupe’s hands sliding inside her panties, massaging her buttocks before sliding around to her pussy.

“It’s true,” Lupe said as she slid Sandy’s panties slowly over her hips, inching their way down her legs to the floor. She knelt behind the older woman, massaging her bare buttocks firmly. “The other lady made me very hot,” she said. “And now it’s your turn.”

As she finished her sentence, SLAP! Sandy jumped and gasped as the unexpected blow landed on her right butt cheek. SLAP! Again she jumped as the other hand rained down on her left cheek.

And then the hands were gentle again, rubbing her cheeks softly, before moving to unclasp the garter belt from her nylons. And then the hands were sliding the garter belt down her legs and off, leaving her standing naked before them, wearing only her black nylons and high heel shoes.

Sandy lowered her head. Despite her desire for this to happen, despite her growing need to submit herself to her student, for a moment, she felt shame. She was the older one, the mature one. And these two were barely more than children. She should be teaching them, nurturing them. But instead, she was standing naked before Billy while Lupe toyed with her body.

But then Lupe spoke and broke the mood. “I think Mr. Billy likes what he sees, pretty lady. It’s too bad you can’t see the look in his eyes, or watch him as he rubs himself through his pants.” She was standing behind her again, whispering in her ear. “We’ll put on a show for him Senora. Lupe and the pretty lady will show him how hot sex can be, no?”

Then Lupe moved in front of Sandy, bent over and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking it like a nursing baby, and dragging her teeth firmly over the extended tips. Sandy moaned, forgetting the shame she felt only moments before, grabbed Lupe’s head, and guided it to her other tit. They continued like this, with Sandy guiding Lupe between her tits as Lupe feasted on them, until at last, Lupe rose up.

“Now you undress me,” she instructed the teacher.

Sandy reached her hands out, touching Lupe, feeling her clothing. She felt a dress, not a fancy one, but a normal cotton dress with buttons up the front, tapering somewhat at the waist. It felt like the type of dress Lupe might wear at work. And then it occurred to her that she probably had been working that morning, and it probably was her work dress. Somehow, that thought made Sandy feel even sluttier than before and she felt a renewed twitching in her crotch. 

Quickly, her fingers moved to the buttons, releasing them one by one. When she released the last button, the dress hung open on lover’s body. Sandy eased the garment off Lupe’s shoulders and off her arms, but held onto it, not letting it fall to the floor. Holding the dress, she looked questioningly in Lupe’s direction.

“Just toss it aside,” Lupe said, answering her unasked question.

Sandy did as instructed and tossed the dress in the general direction of the arm chair. She reached her hands back towards Lupe, feeling her, allowing her fingers to wander down her chest to her breasts, still held captive in her bra. She stepped slightly closer, reached behind her and released the bra, pulling it forward off her shoulders and tossing it after the dress.

Quickly, she moved to complete her task, dropping to her knees, hooking her thumbs inside Lupe’s panties and sliding them over her hips, down her thighs, and down to the floor. She raised herself back up as Lupe kicked the soaking panties aside with her foot.

Sandy reached forward again, feeling for Lupe’s tits and finding them. She took them in her hands and squeezed them. She marveled at their fullness, at how much bigger Lupe was then she was. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, twirling them, pulling on them. She was encouraged by the soft moans now emanating from Lupe’s mouth as she continued to fondle the breasts, squeezing them harder now, and pressing them together as she lowered her mouth to them.

She felt Lupe’s hands running through her hair as she kissed her mounds, covering one breast with tiny kisses before moving to the other. She squeezed the tits together so the nipples nearly touched each other, and she took them both in her mouth at the same time. And she heard Lupe’s moaning grow louder, more heated, and felt her hands pulling her head harder to her chest.

And then she bit down on the right nipple firm enough to get a small yelp from her lover, who then turned her head to the other nipple, encouraging another not so tender bite. “Oh yes, Senora. I like it when you’re not so gentle,” Lupe encouraged her. “Just remember that yours is yet to come.”

The words of warning sent shivers down Sandy’s spine. But they were shivers of excitement. She pulled Lupe down to the floor with her, and eased her onto her back, all without releasing her precious boobs. She lay on top of her, straddling Lupe’s right leg so it pressed against her pussy, while she shoved her right thigh against Lupe’s.

No sooner had Lupe’s back hit the floor, than Billy’s shirt came off. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, before rising to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pants and quickly removing them. Then he was back on the sofa, stroking his cock slowly as he watched the scene before him.

He watched as his teacher, still wearing her black nylons and high heel shoes, lay atop the young Lupe, now completely naked, and attacked her tits like her life depended on it. He heard Lupe alternating between moans of pleasure, yelps of pain, and words of encouragement to her pretty lady. He watched as the two women rubbed their pussies against each other’s legs, desperately seeking release.

It was all Billy could do to control himself, to not jerk himself off madly and cum before it was time. So he stroked himself slowly as he watched Sandy attack Lupe’s tits, while both women attacked each other’s pussies. He released his cock and watched, as Lupe screamed something in Spanish, arched her back, and came, with Sandy still hanging onto her tits, squeezing them hard, mauling them, crushing them. He watched as Lupe kept cuming and kept screaming, and he watched as Lupe finally collapsed under Sandy.

Lupe lay there, gasping for breath as Sandy released her tits and slid off the side of her body, reaching up and stroking her cheeks gently. Finally catching her breath, Lupe looked at the older woman. “You make Lupe very hot, pretty lady. But don’t worry. Your time will come soon. But now, I think its Mr. Billy’s turn.”

Sandy rolled over and sat up, facing in the direction of Billy. She felt Lupe snuggle up behind her, wrapping her legs on either side of her and holding her back against her bosom. “You should see him now, Senora,” she whispered softly in her ear. “He seems to have lost all of his clothes.” Sandy lifted her head a little when she heard that, straining against her blindfold as if she could see right through it.

“Describe him to me, please,” she asked.

“He’s leaning back in the middle of the sofa, looking at you, examining your face, your tits, your tummy, and your pussy. There is a fire in his eyes. I think we excited him, Senora, with our passion. His blonde hair is ruffled from taking off his shirt.” While Lupe whispered this in her ear, Sandy found her finger slipping into her pussy, probing it gently while she listened to the description. And she felt Lupe’s hands as they gently massaged her breasts, a far cry from the mauling Sandy had just given Lupe’s.

“His left arm is lying casually over the back of the sofa, his legs are spread slightly, and his right hand is softly tickling his cock and his balls,” she said, still gently stroking Sandy’s tits. “Have you seen his cock, Senora? No, I’m sorry, of course you haven’t. It is a very beautiful cock, pretty lady, and very hard. It will feel good when it is buried inside you.”

Sandy could feel the desire growing with every word. She could picture Billy sitting there, casually touching himself while he examined her nakedness. “Would you like to kiss his cock, Senora?” Lupe asked. “I think he’d like that now.”

“Yes, I would,” Sandy said as she rose to her knees and crawled to the sofa. She reached out her hands, feeling the sofa to locate him, and then feeling around for his hands. Finding them, she pulled him to his feet in front of her, while she remained on her knees. She placed her hands on his chest and ran them lightly over him, feeling his breasts and his stomach, before sliding down to his cock. She took him in her hands, gently running the length of his manhood, and cupping his balls in her hand. 

She started to lean in, to take him in her mouth, but she hesitated. “Lupe,” she asked. “Are you here?”

“No, Senora, I am over here.”

“Won’t you help me?” Sandy asked.

“No, Senora. Tonight, Mr. Billy is for you. It is enough for me to have you.”

Sandy hesitated a moment, before returning her attention to Billy. With one hand around the base of his cock and the other hand cupping his balls, Sandy leaned in slowly, feeling the tip of his manhood with her tongue, circling it, kissing it while her hand slowly stroked his length. She lightly kissed the sides of the enraged tool, moving from tip to base on one side, and again on the other.

She lifted the cock higher so she could lick the length of it’s under side, drawing moans of approval from Billy. Gently, she extended her tongue to his balls, licking them lovingly before taking them in her mouth, one at a time, and sucking on them. She abandoned the balls with a final kiss and returned her attention to his erection. She bathed the tip with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth. She heard Billy moan his approval and felt his fingers running through her hair.

She eased his length into her mouth a little at a time before withdrawing, taking a little more of him each time. When she had taken as much of him as she could, she paused, enjoying the feeling of his meat in her mouth. She felt him clutching at her hair as she began bobbing on him slowly. When he offered words and moans of approval, she picked up the pace, easing more of him into her mouth.

Soon, he was meeting her thrusts with little thrusts of his own, clutching harder on her hair. Finally, with his moans increasing in volume and intensity, he grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her mouth. She felt him tense up almost immediately, and then she tasted his semen as it burst into her mouth. But then he withdrew his cock from her and began pumping it with his hand, spewing his cum all over her face, her chest, and her tits. As he kept cuming, she tried to catch as much of his sweet nectar in her mouth as she could, but he was to busy spraying her, like a male dog marking his territory.

When at last he finished, he eased himself back onto the sofa. “It seems your talents go far beyond the classroom, Miss Martin,” Billy said as he tried to catch his breath. He watched her as she remained upright on her knees, wiping the cum off her face with her finger, then sucking her finger clean, and then wiping some more off.

He watched Lupe move behind Sandy, take hold of her hands, and pull them gently to her side. “That was very nice, pretty lady. You made Mr. Billy very happy.” She reached her hands around Sandy, placing them on her chest, and began rubbing Billy’s cum into her body. She moved from her chest to her breasts, rubbing the semen into her skin, leaving a sticky shine behind. 

Sandy sighed as Lupe gently pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and took her in her arms. Their lips met in a brief, but tender embrace. When Lupe pulled back from the kiss, she didn’t go far. Sandy felt her tongue on her face, licking off a glob of cum, and then felt her lips returning to her own. She opened her mouth, allowing her lover’s tongue to dance freely with her own, sharing the prizes of her labors between. And then Lupe withdrew for another glob of cum, and the process repeated, not stopping until Sandy’s face was clean of cum, but damp from the tongue bath she’d received. “And now, Senora, you are mine,” she heard Lupe say after she was satisfied with her cleanup.

She recalled Lupe’s subtle warning earlier, and felt her heart flutter as Lupe released her and stepped away. She stood there, motionless, as she heard her lover move away from her. There was a noise from across the room, and then she heard her returning, and she heard the plop of something being tossed onto the sofa.

“Move over here,” Lupe ordered, guiding her a bit to her left and turning her slightly. “Spread your legs a bit.” She did as instructed. She felt her lover’s hand on her buttocks. “Bend over at the waist and put your hands on your knees.” Sandy moved to obey, without question and without hesitation.

“Very good, pretty lady. Now Mr. Billy has the best seat in the house, don’t you, Mr. Billy?” Billy said nothing, but Sandy jumped slightly when she felt his hands touch her fanny, one hand on each butt-cheek, squeezing them, spreading them wide. And his tongue sent shivers throughout her body as it slid across the swollen lips of her pussy and made its way to her forbidden hole. And then he released her and withdrew his tongue. But she knew that he was seated directly behind her, no more then a few feet from her pussy and her dark hole. And she could feel her juices flowing as she felt like a total slut, clad in her black nylons and high heel shoes, spread wide open before her young student.

She felt Lupe standing at her left side facing backwards. She shivered as Lupe’s left hand slid under her tummy and down to her love button, daring to think that, maybe, she would soon get her release. She sighed as her young lover stroked her button. She relaxed and enjoyed the sensations that were beginning to spread over her body.

SLAP! She jumped and gasped at the unexpected blow to her fanny. SLAP! And again as another blow landed, this time on her other cheek. But Lupe’s left hand never left her clit, still stroking it, still stirring the passion within her.

“Oh yeah,” she heard herself moan. “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

She wasn’t disappointed as Lupe reined more blows on her unprotected fanny, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! She alternated from one cheek to the other, with each blow slightly harder than the one before. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! The blows kept coming, too many to count. But all the while, the left hand kept working on her clit, stroking it until she couldn’t tell the difference between the pleasure and the pain, knowing only that she wanted more, that she needed more.

But then the blows stopped, only to be replaced by Lupe’s fingers probing her pussy, in and out, in and out, igniting a different fire to blend with the pleasure still emanating from her clit. She heard herself moaning loudly now, begging for more, pleading with her lover not to stop.

And just as she felt her orgasm began to flood her senses, the hand withdrew from her pussy. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! She screamed as her orgasm exploded. She lost her balance as the pleasure engulfed her, causing her to fall forward to her hands and knees, and pulling her clit away from the magic fingers at last.




Submissive Ch. 06



She stayed on her hands and knees, looking like a well-trained dog as its masters looked on, panting hard, and trying to catch her breath. Lupe and Billy let her be while she recovered, for how long, though, she wasn’t sure. Eventually she felt Lupe’s tender touch on her buttocks, tenderly stroking the beet red cheeks. She jumped slightly, still sore from the beating she’d received.

And then she felt the fingers move back to her pussy, beginning their attack anew. Oh my God, she thought. Not again. Not yet. I’m not ready!

For a moment, she thought Lupe had heard her thoughts as she withdrew her hand from her womanhood. But then she felt something else at the gates of pussy, something hard, but not quite human. Sandy gasped as Lupe slowly inserted the big black dildo into her until the tip was completely inside her, and she sighed as the giant phallic symbol was withdrawn. She felt her body beginning to react as Lupe continued working the fake cock into her a little at a time.

Soon, Sandy was lost in the moment, forgetting her need to relax, her need to recover from the spanking, or from the orgasm. She knew only of her new need as she lowered her head to the floor, leaving her ass sticking up in the air to give her attacker better access to her pussy. 

“Pretty lady likes what Lupe is doing?” Lupe asked as she began working the giant cock faster and deeper.

“Oh yes,” Sandy moaned. “Oh God yes.”

Lupe kept pounding the cock into the enraptured woman, now inserting its entire length into her overwhelmed pussy. She heard the older woman groaning loudly, and watched her slap her hands on the floor, helpless against the attack she was launching. Sandy lifter her head and shoulders off the floor with her hands and screamed, and then her whole body shuddered as she collapsed onto the floor, lying completely flat, gasping for air, with the dildo still buried in her cunt.

Sandy was vaguely aware of someone rolling her onto her back. She felt hands on her face, and she felt the blindfold being removed. The blurriness cleared quickly from her eyes, allowing her to look upon Lupe’s face for the first time. It was a pretty face, offset by dark, wavy hair that flowed over her shoulders and onto her back. She allowed her gaze to wander down her body to her beautiful full breasts with their large, dark areolas, and she watched them as they rose and fell with her breathing. She gazed down to her stomach, which showed just a slight ripple of fat, and finally down to her pussy, hidden between her folded legs, leaving just the top of her dark bush showing. And then she returned her gaze to her face.

“You like, Senora?” Lupe asked.

“Oh yes,” Sandy answered. She started to push herself up off the floor, but stopped as the giant phallus reminded her of its presence. “Would you mind taking that thing out of me?” she asked.

“I’ll get it,” Billy said moving beside her on the floor. 

Having been preoccupied with seeing Lupe, Sandy had almost forgotten about Billy. As he knelt over her and reached for the dildo, their eyes met for the first time since he entered the motel room. Slowly, he withdrew the fake cock, moving it slightly up and down and from side to side as he went. Sandy bit her lower lip as it slowly squeezed out of her love tunnel, sending tiny shivers to remind her of the pleasure it had provided. And when it was out at last, she sighed.

“I must go now, pretty lady,” Lupe announced, breaking the moment.

“Already,” Sandy questioned. “Will I see you again?”

“I put my phone number in you’re purse. Call me anytime,” she answered as she rose to her feet and headed for the bathroom to clean up.

As she left, Billy took hold of Sandy’s hands and rose to his feet, helping her up as he did. He pinned her arms behind her buttocks with his hands, pulling her roughly against him. “And now it’s my turn,” he said

As Sandy looked into his eyes, her mind was screaming at her. No, no, no, it shouted. Not again. Not yet. But despite what she’d recently been through, she knew it was already too late. She could already feel a fire burning deep inside her. After all, Billy was what she’d come for. True, the whole afternoon had been orchestrated by Billy, so essentially he’d already had her. That may work for some people, she thought, but it wasn’t enough for her. She came for him, she wanted him, and she was going to have him. It didn’t matter in the least that Lupe hadn’t even left yet.

As she looked into his eyes, she felt him pushing against her, forcing her to back up. He kept pressing, and she kept retreating, until she felt the wall pressing against her backside, and Billy pressing against her front. He released her arms, allowing them to dangle limply at her sides, grabbed her shoulders and pressed them firmly to the wall. And then he leaned in and kissed her, pressing his lips against hers, and forcing his tongue through her lips.

He held the kiss for what seemed to Sandy like forever, not breaking it until Lupe came out of the bathroom. “Wait for me in the bedroom,” he said finally. But he held her pressed against the wall for another moment, before finally releasing her. Once released, she looked briefly at Lupe, turned, and headed for the bedroom.

She waited there for several minutes, hearing the faint noises of Lupe gathering her clothes in the next room and getting dressed. At last she heard the front door open and close, as Lupe finally left the suite.

It was then that the butterflies started and the nerves began to quiver. She paced the floor, waiting. Five minutes later, she was still waiting. Damn him, she thought. What was taking him? But she knew he was just letting her stew, trying to keep her on edge. And she knew it was working. Damn him.

Finally the door opened and Billy entered. He walked purposefully towards her, a look of fervor in his eyes. When he reached her, he grabbed her biceps and pressed her backwards until she felt her legs back up against the bed. And then he pulled her firmly against his body and kissed her deeply, passionately. And then he pushed her backwards onto the bed, and watched as her body bounced slightly on the king-size bed, with her legs dangling over the side.

Sandy lay on the bed looking up at her student, watching as his manhood grew rigid right before her eyes. She could feel the desire growing within her, wanting him, needing him. She watched him bend over, take hold of her legs, and lift them upright until they were perpendicular to her body. And then he pushed them back towards her head. “Hold these here,” he ordered. “Don’t let go until I say you can.”

She did as he ordered, pulling her legs towards her as he looked down upon her exposed pussy. He reached for her feet and eased her shoes off. And then he slowly removed her nylons, left leg first, then right. He knelt down and grabbed the pillow from the head of the bed. With his left hand, he lifted her ass off the bed, while his right hand slid the pillow beneath her.

“That’s better,” he grinned looking down upon his conquest as she lay flat on her back, her legs pulled back to her body and her ass propped up on a pillow, presenting itself for his inspection. He reached his hands to her bottom, stroking her gently, sliding his hands up the back of her thighs, and then back down to the buttocks. He repeated this several times as he looked into her open eyes and watched as her breathing began to get more labored.

Then he slid his hands around the outside of her thighs, leaned forward, pressing himself against her legs, and grabbed her tits. She squirmed beneath him as he roughly squeezed her breasts. And then she moaned with pleasure as he lowered his mouth to her pearl, stroking it with his tongue.

Sandy closed her eyes, letting her passion take over her body. She squirmed as he mashed her tits against her, squeezing them, and then grabbing the nipples firmly and pulling on them until they hurt, and then letting them snap back against her. She heard herself urging him on with words of encouragement as he continued to assail her breasts, all the while stroking her clitoris with his tongue and sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body.

She moaned as his right hand left her bosom, and she gasped when it reasserted itself in her flowing pussy. She flailed about as his attack now converged on her center, his tongue dancing upon her love button while his fingers rammed themselves into her pussy over and over and over. And then she felt the familiar ecstasy washing over her, pummeling her senses as she squirmed across the bed beneath him.

Before she had a chance to completely recover, she felt his fingers pressing against the entrance to her forbidden hole, ringing it, spreading her pussy juices around the opening. She shivered slightly as she felt his finger enter her ass, slowly working its way into her until it was sliding easily in and out. “Oh yes,” she encouraged him as he added a second finger to join the first, and then a third, all the while continuing to pound in and out of her dark hole, while his tongue was eagerly licking the folds of her pussy.

And then both his fingers and his mouth deserted her intimate parts, only to be replaced by his enraged cock. Slowly, teasingly, he rubbed it against her opening. “Please,” she begged. “Pleas stick it in me.” And she gasped in desperation as he continued to tease her creases, until finally he rammed his erection into her, causing shivers of erotic excitement to erupt all over her body.

She quickly lost awareness of everything except his cock pounding into her pussy. “Oh God yes,” she moaned as he kept filling her up with his meat. “Fuck me hard, Billy. Fuck me hard.” And she wasn’t disappointed as he continued to throw himself at her, driving her into the bed. 

And then she felt the flood gates open once again, as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. And while she was still shaking from her orgasm, she felt his cock slip from her pussy, sliding back to the gates of her darkness.

“Billy, please. Not yet,” she pleaded between gasps of breath, feeling his cock working slowly in and out of her ass. And she felt his meat inching its way deeper into her as he ignored her pleading. “Please, Billy . . .” she started to beg; never getting any farther as he suddenly buried the length of his manhood into her derriere. 

Billy squeezed her tits, mauling them, pulling on them as he pounded his meat into her ass. As she moaned and squirmed beneath him, Billy could tell that she had cum again, or more likely, that she was still cuming. In either case, Billy could control himself no longer and, with one more thrust, he exploded into her. 

He thrust himself wildly into her, losing himself in his orgasm, shaking as he emptied himself into her. And when it finally began to pass and he was able to focus again, he saw his teacher, panting beneath him, still holding her legs as he’d instructed. He reached for her hands with his, freeing them from her legs, allowing the legs to rest freely against his chest and shoulders. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed them softly, and then he slowly eased himself out of her ass, lowering her legs to the floor as he stepped to the side.

Billy eased himself onto the bed, lying on his back with his head on the pillow. Slowly, Sandy rolled onto her stomach and crawled up beside him, laying her head on his chest and running her fingers lightly over his tummy.

They lay together in silence as the last of the daylight faded into darkness, their bodies spent from the afternoon’s passion. At long last, Sandy raised her head and looked at Billy. “My ass hurts,” she announced matter of factly.

Billy chuckled softly. “It’s no wonder,” he said. “How about a hot shower and then we step out for a quick bite to eat?” he asked. “My treat.”

“That sounds nice,” she purred. “But I warn you, I won’t be a cheap date tonight.”

With that, they both rose slowly from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.