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Back to School

By: cooper



After we got married, the plan was for both of us to work while I finished school, and than she (Toni) would return to school. A beautiful baby boy set that schedule back a little and she quit work to raise our son but I was able to finish after 3 more part-time school years. When our boy was old enough to go to pre-school, she decided that she could take some classes in the local community college. Her ambition had always been to become a CPA with her own practice. As a result, her classes were a combination of general ed and accounting.

Her re-entry into the academic world was exciting for her, not only due to the learning experiences but it also expanded her social horizons beyond the other moms in the neighborhood. She quickly made friends with two other "older" married women (mid-20's) but found that most of her classmates were directly out of the local high schools and a little hard to relate to. Every night she would come home from school full of energy and gossip from the campus and her newfound friends. 

One night, she said that she had some REAL gossip, even shocking, to share. It seems that one of her married girl friends had been propositioned by her English teacher... and... she was asking their opinion on whether or not to take him up on it. After getting over the initial surprise, they sat around and discussed the pros and cons. It seems that her husband was out of town a lot, she suspected that he was fooling around and their sex life had been reduced to an occasional quickie. The consensus among the girls was that an affair with an older, married professor could be a low risk way of making up for the total lack of romance in her life. But... she had never cheated before... This discussion went on for weeks; most of the thrill seemed to be in the plotting, without the risk of actually having an affair.

This lead to some discussion between my wife and I. Neither of us had any sexual experience before or during the marriage. How would we feel about the other having an affair? We concluded that if the right situation arose for either of us, that we would discuss it first, and, assuming that it could just be a little experimental fling, it would be O.K. providing that we continued to be open and honest with each other. I than said:

"Any prospects?"

Toni: "Well, maybe one. There is a guy in my accounting class who has invited me to have coffee between classes."

Me: "Sounds like fun, if you like him and want to, go for it! Keep me posted"

A few evenings later, she came home rather energized. When I asked what was up, she responded that she had asked him if he still wanted to share a coffee. He had accepted and spent the next hour between classes getting acquainted. It seems that he too was married, no kids, working nights, and going to school part time. She said that he was very soft-spoken and enjoyable to talk with. This went on for a three weeks until one night she said that he had asked her to join him for drinks after the last class.

Me: "What did you day?"

Toni: "That I was very flattered, but married!"

Me: "Did you want to go?"

Toni: "Well, yes... but..

Me: "It sounds exciting. If you want to go than you should.. Let me know what happens."

Two days later, when I get home, she was very flushed and I can smell wine on her breath. It seems that she had accepted his offer and and gone to a little lounge near the school. They had talked for two hours until she had to pick up our boy at pre-school. I asked her how her first date was and she giggled. "I guess it was a date." She was a little giddy from the wine but all in all it was a great date. With that we retired to the bedroom and had great sex. It than dawned on me that the sex had improved greatly since she meet this guy.

Me: "I find this exciting. Do you want it to go further?"

Toni: "Maybe. This is so much fun, but how do you really feel?"

Me: "Very turned on... "

Another couple of weeks go by with more coffee breaks and increasing sexual tension, but they have yet to kiss, hold hands or do anything but talk! And then, one evening she greets me at the door, looking very sexy and very turned on, and says: 

"I have something to ask you"

"Don asked be to study with him tonight... at his house... and his wife is out of town"

Me: "Study? Do you really think that he wants to study? This is incredibly exciting. How do you feel about it? If you want to go, enjoy. Just don't be too late and be sure to tell me all that happens."

Toni: "Really? Are you sure?"

Me: "Oh, yeah...and I love the blouse and skirt. Go down another button or two and he will go nuts."

So she says "I love you" grabs her books and is out the door. I have a quiet evening with our boy and put him to bed. My imagination is in overdrive, wondering what she is doing. But not really believing that she is ready to go all the way. Finally, about 10:00 she gets home. She looks ravishing. Radiant, hair disheveled, and generally, very fuckable.

Me: "So tell me about the study session"

Toni: "Well, I found the place easily, just a couple of miles from here. He meets me at the door and took my books, putting them on the entry hall table. As he closed the door I turned towards him and he took me in his arms, and giving me a long, passionate kiss. And I could feel that he was already hard!

Me: "Wow, that didn't take long"

Toni: "I pretended not to notice his hardness and took his hand and asked where we were to study. He picked up my books and took them to the kitchen table where his books were."

Me: "Did you really study?"

Toni: "Not really. He poured some wine and we sat on the living room couch to talk for a while."

Me: "What did you talk about"

Toni: "Life... And our sexual experience. It turned out that he and his wife were also virgins when they got married and that neither had had an affair. As the conversation continued, it was apparent that we were both pretty turned on, breathing heavily and looking into each other's eyes... and then we started necking. God, he is a good kisser..."

Me: "And then?"

Toni: "The kissing led to a lot of stroking and ear nibbling. You know how ear nibbling turns me on. After an eternity, he began to softly stroke my breast... Are you OK?"

Me: "No, I am intolerably stiff. Let's finish this in the bedroom."

We got to the bedroom and I started nibbling on her ear. And she started undressing me. "Tell me more"

Toni: "He began to unbutton my blouse... like you are now! So I unbuttoned his shirt. He loved this lacy black bra. Pretty soon we were both bare chested. He could not get enough of my breasts. He suckled both of them until I had to ask him to stop. He took me by the hand and led us to the bed where he dropped to his knees and slipped my panties off."

Me: "I am about to burst. Let me finish undressing you, but keep talking"

Toni: "O.K. After he slid my panties off, he pushed me back onto the bed and began kissing the inside of my thighs. Heaven. He eventually began to lick and kiss my puss, with particular attention to your favorite clit! He than worked his way back to breasts and sucked, and sucked and... you get the idea."

Me: "Is he ever going to fuck you? Like I am going to now?"

Toni: "Be patient. After more heavenly fondling and kissing I told him to get his pants off now! He did. I opened my arms and legs and as we embraced, he slid right in!"

Me: "God, you are so wet and slippery. You are full of his sperm! This is making me so hard!... I am going to cum without moving!... I am cumming!!"........... God, so good but so fast. Sorry... what happened next?"

Toni: "I could hardly feel him. He is much smaller than you. I had to squeeze as hard as I could to feel him. And as soon as I did that he came. Damn. But he got hard again very quickly and I found that if I Kaegled on every stroke, it felt pretty good. All in all, he came four times before I had to leave."

Me: "No wonder you are so wet. Being in you after you have been fucked is such a turn-on. Smaller really made a difference?"

Toni: "Absolutely. However, one advantage I found is that I can comfortably fit all of him in my mouth, unlike OUR cock."

Me: "You gave him head? Lucky guy!"

Toni: "Actually it was 69 after the third time. It only seemed fair since he was doing such a good job one my puss. Are you OK with that?"

Me: "Of course... but ask me again when I am not so damn hard!"

This time I was able to control myself and we fucked long, slow and hard. As we slowly moved together, she continued to give me detail of how they petted and necked between times. He was particularly oral and keep coming back to her full breasts (34D) and paid full attention to her clit with his fingers and his tongue. After 10-15 minutes of this, I had another mind-blowing climax.

Me: "So he came four times in less than 3 hours? How many times did you come?"

Toni: "Not once, damn it!!"

I was still half-hard when she went down on me, which got me instantly erect again.

Me: "Want to cum now?? Put your legs over my shoulders" as I got up on my knees.

Toni: "But I am so stiff and sore!" as she put her legs over my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her legs and entered her ever so slowly. She began to gyrate up against my cock and began a soft moan. "Oh, I think that I am going to cum... yes.... Yes, like that, right there.... Don't stop... don't stop... don't stop." Both of us breathing heavily. "Oh, no... no... no... God, it is soooo gooood!! Yes! Yes! YEEESSS!" I had started cumming on the first yes and finished as she went limp. We collapsed and caught our breath.

Me: "Why didn't you try that with him? You know that my cock rubbing your G-spot like that almost always works"

Toni: "That's why I am so stiff and sore... we tried that twice but it didn't work! I think that he is too small to reach the right places"

Me: "Maybe next time."

Toni: "God I love you. You are unbelievable. You know, I have had sex 7 times in the last 5 hours and I feel great! Can we make it 8?"

The next day, as we got ready for bed, she showed me her breasts... very bruised around the nipples from his sucking... "Did it hurt?"... "No, it felt wonderful". We had great sex for nights on end and through the weekend...

One night after dinner the next week, she says "Guess what I did today?"

Me: "You went to school?"

Toni: "Well, of course. And... Don got his pick-up truck running and invited me out to the parking lot to see it... actually to see the camper on the back"

Me: "And did you go inside?"

Toni: "For over two hours. We made that sucker rock!! But I still can't cum with him... Want to go to bed early?"

This went on for most of the rest of the semester. She was having sex 2 or 3 times twice a week with him and we were doing it at least twice a night and more on weekends. Was I jealous? Not in the least... we had never had such an intense sex life... I was actually disappointed when she broke it off with Don near the end of the semester. And with the poor guy's "short-cummings" she was never able to climax with him. That job was left up to me!

Back to School



All of the characters in this story are fictional, and are at least 18 at the time of the story. 

As always, I appreciate your comments and suggestions, but nasty or abusive comments will be deleted. If you enjoy this story, please vote for it at the end.

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It had been a nasty separation and an even nastier divorce, but Angela had ended up with custody of her 10 year old son Jason and a moderate monthly alimony payment to help support him. Even so, she had to work hard both at her service job and on the farm in order to make ends meet. And the ends were just barely meeting.

That was why she had decided to return to college to get an Engineering Technician diploma. Sure, it was a male dominated field, but there were often openings in the Engineering department at the power plant and they were secure jobs which paid almost 3 times what she was making in the cafeteria. She had discussed her plans with the Engineering manager when he came in for lunch, and he had promised her a shot at the next position that opened up if she had a diploma in her hand.

September 2. First day of school. Angela had cropped her bright red hair almost buzz cut short. With the added expenses of school, there would be no money left for stylists and with more to do now than ever before, a quick towel dry was all she had time for. It also took several years off her appearance which she hoped would allow her to blend in with the mid-twenty-somethings in her classroom. As she glanced around the hallways, she was glad that she had been to the thrift store and selected some worn hip hugging jeans and a few younger style tops to complement the deception.

Alex was very nervous as he entered the school. It's not that he was at all worried about the academic requirements. His high school grades had been stellar. But, he wouldn't turn 18 until later this month, and he was worried about fitting in with the generally older demographic of the Engineering program he had chosen. He was painfully aware that his social skills lagged significantly behind his academic ones and that put him on edge.

Checking his phone to verify the room number of the orientation lecture, Alex collided with a girl in front of him. She was a tall willowy redhead with short cropped hair, and he got only a quick glimpse of her magnificent ass as she pivoted to face him. When he looked up into her startled green eyes, he was instantly smitten.

"I...I...I'm sorry I bumped you," he stammered. "I was just ch...ch...checking for my orientation room."

Angela's initial thought was that one of the men who had been checking her out had intentionally bumped her from behind, but when she had turned around she had been faced with a very nervous boy. Her ire immediately turned into something more maternal as she saw his terrified young face looking up into hers.

"Oh. That's OK," she replied with a throaty laugh. "I guess I stopped kind of short when I pulled out my campus map to find my room. What program are you in?"

"En...Engineering," he stammered. "Room 620 according to my phone."

"Me too," Angela replied. "Looks like we are going to be in class together. My name's Angela, what's yours?" She asked, sticking out her hand to shake.

"A...A...A...Alex. My n..name's Alex," he pushed out reaching to take her proffered hand.

Alex could feel his face going redder by the second as he held this ginger beauty's hand in his. She was stunning and hot and her voice sent chills up and down his spine and a pulse to his groin. Mesmerized, he stood there holding her hand in his.

"OK then Alex," Angela stated when she realized he was frozen. "We better quit with the introductions and get to our class before it starts."

Shaken from his reverie Alex self consciously dropped her hand and followed her to the classroom, all the while trying not to stare at the inviting side to side snap of her ass as she walked. By the time they got to their designated room, he was half hard in his pants and was glad to find a seat alone at the back of the room where he could conceal his arousal.

Alex could hardly concentrate on what was being said as he surreptitiously watched Angela out of the corner of his eye. He had known girls as beautiful as her before, but they had never given him the time of day, except to laugh and make fun of his awkward attempts at conversation. But she, this beautiful enchanting woman with the freckled face and throaty voice, she, had talked to him like a person. Had forgiven his clumsiness at colliding with her. Had shaken his hand. Alex was smitten.

Angela had all but forgotten her encounter with the nervous young man by the time the lecture was over. There was SO much information and it went by so fast. It had been more than 15 years since she had been in a classroom, and even then she had been more interested in socializing than studying. If this is what she had to expect, it was going to be hard. Really hard. Was she up to the challenge?

On the second day they had a shop class and Angela started to feel a little better. As a farm girl, she was well accustomed to being around machinery and working with tools. She felt a little more in her element in the shop and her outlook improved. She was even able to help that young guy Alex lay out and drill the holes for the first piece of his project. Perhaps everything was going to be OK after all. 

It was during week three that the boom came crashing down. Angela was exhausted. She had been burning the candle at both ends. Hitting the books late into the night and getting up early to send Jason off to school before she rushed off to class herself. The course material was difficult and came at a very rapid pace. Too rapid for her to keep up. When she received her grades on the first round of term tests, Angela was shocked. Although she thought she had understood the material her grades were dismal. 

After a long and disappointing week, the final failing grade was delivered on Friday morning. She was exhausted. Way past tired. Her mind was a whirlwind of despair. She had sunk everything into this attempt to go back to school. She was trying her best to succeed but it all seemed to be slipping between her fingers. Failure was not an option, but she simply could not see how she would ever succeed if things kept on like this. 

She found a quiet corner of the library to sit and think but the exhaustion and depression descended like a blanket and she just ended up sitting there quietly sobbing into her hands. So wrapped up in her thoughts, she never sensed his presence until he touched her shoulder. Startled, she looked up into Alex's concerned young face.

"Angela Are you OK? What's wrong?" He asked. 

Through her sobs, Angela let it all out. Her exhaustion, her frustration at her lack of success, her fear of failing, her lack of money.

"You're smart, you helped me with my project at the beginning. You can do this. Maybe all you need is a tutor," Alex suggested.

"Where am I going to get a tutor for these subjects?" Angela sobbed in despair. "And even if I did how am I going to find time to work with them? And then how will I ever find the money to pay them?" She continued tears beginning to stream down her cheeks again.

Alex didn't know what to do. He couldn't bear the thought of this beautiful woman being so sad. It came to him in that instant. It was the perfect solution. Oh God please, please, please.

"Angela. I...I...I can help you," he began, cursing himself for stuttering again. "I...I know this stuff. It's pretty easy for me. I'll tutor you if you like. I'll help you out."

"When?" Angela sobbed. "When can you find time to help me? You have to do your work too, and I have to go home right after school to be there for Jason, then do farm chores before I can study."

"OK. OK. Just let me think a minute," Alex replied. "OK. Here's how we can work it. You go home, to look after your chores and then I'll come out to the farm after dinner for a couple hours to help you learn this stuff. How would that work?"

Angela was touched by what he was offering to do for her. 

"But I couldn't pay you, I couldn't even reimburse you for your gas to drive out to my place," she argued. "There's nothing in it for you. In fact you will be out of pocket. I could never let you do that for me. Why would you?"

Alex could never in a million years admit to her why he would do it. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life, but she would probably just laugh him off like all the others. He had to think of something quickly.

"Tell you what," he offered. "I hate cooking. How about I eat dinner with you and Jason before the tutoring and maybe even take a few leftovers if there are any? That way we both get something out of the deal."

Angela was stunned, but she knew this was probably her only lifeline to the future she wanted. 

"I just can't do it some nights," she began. "Tuesdays and Thursdays are Jason's soccer nights so we're home late as it is"

"OK. Then I'll be there for dinner Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and we can do two hours in the library after shop in Tuesdays," Alex jumped in. "I promise I can get you through this."

"Will you really do this for me? Will you really work that hard to help me get through?" Angela sobbed with relief, "and all you get is a few free meals?"

"That's right, I'm kind of bored most nights anyway and you were so nice to me the first day and in the shop. I really don't mind at all," Alex replied, and then thought to himself, "and I get to have dinner with a goddess three nights a week," but of course, he didn't say it.

Angela wiped away her tears and when Alex stood to go, quickly stood and gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek. 

Taken by surprise, Alex just stood there, arms at his sides, overwhelmed by sensory overload. First, there was the warmth of her firm body pressed against him. In her heels, Angela stood taller than Alex placing his nose at the nape of her neck providing him a whiff of her delicate scent. Then he recognized the feel of Angela's firm breasts pressing against his chest all of which left him hoping, no, praying, that she would not notice him beginning to harden in his jeans. Then, just like that, it was over and Angela thanked him again. Picked up her bag and walked away.

The first dinner was a bit awkward, but then Angela cleared the dishes and Jason rushed off to play his alloted hour of video games. Alex laid out the textbooks for the night's study and the homework began. Two hours passed like minutes and before he knew it Alex was packing up his books to leave as Angela called to Jason to get ready for bed.

"Alex. I can't thank you enough for doing this for me," Angela enthused. "I actually think I'm starting to understand this whole Chemistry thing with your help."

As he drove home that night, Alex could not help but think about his time with Angela. He thought it had gone rather well. Angela had prepared a tasty meal, and had seemed genuinely pleased with their progress. All in all, he thought, it had gone very well

As he was reliving the evening, he couldn't help but think about that special instant. At one point he had leaned over her shoulder to check her solution and had caught a glimpse down her top. Nothing really, just a hint of skin below her neckline, but he had to fight down the stirring in his loins. He almost drifted onto the shoulder as he replayed that instant in his mind. 

After a couple weeks of their sessions. Alex had become much more comfortable around Angela. He was actually able to joke around with her a bit, something he never thought he would be able to do, and make her laugh. God. He loved that husky throaty laugh of hers. It always caused a tingle in his balls when she laughed. He tried to make it happen often. 

After driving through a blinding rainstorm, Alex arrived at the farm one Friday night and all was dark. He double checked his phone for messages to see if Angela had canceled, but nothing there. He was just wondering what to do when her car pulled in beside his and Angela hopped out.

Alex's heart almost leapt out of his throat when he saw her. Angela was soaking wet. Her short hair was unaffected, but her tee shirt was plastered to her skin. Alex could clearly see the outline of her bra and the bulge of her breasts above it. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she stepped over to his car, and as she came closer, he saw the shape of her nipples trying to poke through the fabric.

"Can you believe it?" She began, leaning into his open window. "I had a flat just when it started to rain. I am totally soaked and freezing. Help me grab the groceries out of the car and let's get inside."

Entering the kitchen, Angela dumped the bags on the counter and continued walking through.

"Jason is at a sleepover tonight. I'm just going to get out of these wet clothes and take a quick shower to warm up if that's OK," she called behind her as she went.

Not really thinking about it, she reached down and started to pull off her shirt before she was even out of the kitchen. Alex's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he caught a clear view of her thin waisted bare back and the bottom of her bra just as she rounded the corner. It was almost more than he could take when he heard the shower begin to run, knowing that she would be completely naked. 

He thought about unpacking the groceries, but he didn't know where anything went so he just stood there. Stood there with the picture of her naked back burning into his brain. It was too much for him. His hormones took control and almost in a trance, he found himself moving through the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom. In her haste, Angela had left the door slightly ajar and he soon found a position that gave him a view into the room. 

The shower door was frosted across the middle with clear bands at the top and bottom. He could see her clearly from the shoulders up and the knees down, but the interesting parts were nothing more than shadowy shapes. But oh my God what amazing shadowy shapes they were. Alex knew this wasn't right. Knew he shouldn't be trying to peek in on her, but he could feel himself going hard in his jeans at the sight before him. 

He'd been in position for less than a minute when Angela started to turn towards the door and he realized that she would be able to see him through the clear part of the glass. Panicked, he jumped back and hustled out to the kitchen, his heart hammering and his face red with embarrassment at almost being caught.

Chilled to the bone, eyes closed, Angela luxuriated in the feeling of the hot water cascading down her naked body. Over the last few weeks, with Alex's help, her test and assignment scores had improved significantly. Although there was still much work to do, the sense of hopelessness at her impending failure was gone. She could learn this material. She would be successful. It was a blessed relief to feel some hope and the sense of relief opened her to other senses as well. The water felt good. Really good. And that good feeling caused her tummy to melt just a little bit. 

She hadn't felt this good in a long time and she was thinking of pleasuring herself, something she'd had no urge to do for almost a year now, when she suddenly remembered Alex. She needed to snap out of it and get back out to the kitchen. As she opened her eyes and turned, she saw that in her haste she had not properly closed the bathroom door. In that instant, she could have sworn she saw some motion outside in the hall. It couldn't be Jason. He wasn't home. Alex? No. It must have been her imagination.

Stepping out of the shower she dried herself then took an appraising look in the mirror. Her full C cup breasts had large nipples and almost no sag, Her tummy was flat and her butt was tight. 

"Not bad for 35," she thought as she surveyed herself once again. "If Alex had been in the hall, he would have gotten quite an eyeful of a not half bad MILF." 

Chuckling to herself at that thought, she pulled on her old terry robe, gathered up her soaked clothing and wet towel and padded barefoot back out to the kitchen.

"OK. I feel much better now," she announced as she tossed the wet things into the laundry. "I'll just put the water on to boil then go get dressed."

Alex was riveted to the spot. It was immediately obvious that Angela was naked under her thin robe. He had caught a glimpse of her red bra and panties in the bundle of clothes she had carried into the room and he could clearly see her generous breasts moving unfettered beneath the thin fabric as she passed through the room. 

"I just thought I would do a simple pasta dish tonight. It's really quick," she announced. "I just need to get the pasta pot out of this cupboard beside you."

Alex stepped slightly to the side as Angela opened the lower cupboard and squat down beside him. As he looked down Alex could see the bottom of the robe had parted over her knees providing a clear view of her long freckled legs, almost up to her crotch, and then when she leaned in to reach the pot, the top of the robe fell away exposing most of her naked breasts to his view. It all happened so quickly that if he hadn't been watching closely he would have missed it.

In the next instant she was standing and moving away toward the stove. A flush of excitement ran from his brain straight to his cock. He had never seen a naked woman other than in pictures and it took only a second or two for him to become painfully hard at the memory of what he had just seen. 

"I better go get some clothes on," Angela announced as she headed down the hall. "I can't sit around all night in this old robe, can I?" 

For his part, Alex thought it would be perfectly fine to have her sit around in that old robe, if she didn't mind him sitting around with a huge boner because of it.

Dressed in clean and dry jeans and tee, Angela finished making the dinner and served. 

"Alex. You spend so much time here helping me you obviously don't have a girlfriend here at school. Do you have one back home?"

"Actually I don't have a girlfriend. I've never even really had a real date for that matter." Alex admitted embarrassedly. 

"Really? I don't believe that," Angela laughed. "You're such a great guy and so smart. You must have had girls lined up to date you in high school. I suppose the next thing you are going to try to tell me is that you are a virgin," she teased.

At the mention of virginity, Alex felt his food catch in his throat, and his face heat up as it flushed bright red. Shame and embarrassment fought for supremacy as he sat there silently staring at his plate. 

"Oh my God," Angela exclaimed. "Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I never really thought. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Don't be embarrassed. I think it's adorable. Really"

The remainder of the meal was mostly silent as Angela regretted having hurt the boy's feelings. The two hours of study for next week's Math test were also subdued. Alex was helpful but sullen as they worked through the material. 

As Alex was packing up to go, Angela once again apologized for her insensitive comments and for hurting his feelings.

"It really was insensitive of me to tease you like that. I really do think the world of you and I couldn't be more appreciative of how much you have helped me this semester," she told him in her most sincere tone. "I wish I'd had a chance to date someone as wonderful as you when I was younger. I probably would have never married my asshole husband if I had." This last bit said with a wry chuckle.

"It's OK I guess," Alex murmured. "You didn't know. It just hurts sometimes. You know?"

"Don't let it get you down. I promise there's a wonderful girl out there for you somewhere," Angela soothed as they moved toward the door. 




Back to School



Alex had his hands full of books and leftovers, so Angela moved in front to open the door forcing him to step back a bit. As he stood there waiting for her to move out of his way, She spun to face him, grabbed the sides of his face, pulled, and kissed him full on the lips. Closed mouth, it was a not really a passionate kiss but it was way too long for a platonic one, and it was certainly the most intense kiss Alex had ever experienced.

"Wha...Wha...What was that for?" Alex stammered.

"The last of my apology for hurting your feelings," Angela whispered. "I am truly sorry that I did."

When Alex was gone, Angela locked the door and sighed. Anxiety and stress had been her constant companions for far too long. She thought back to how relaxed and wonderful she had felt in the shower tonight. 

"Friday night. All alone. Nowhere to be. Nothing to do," She thought. "That shower felt so good earlier, how about a nice glass of Chardonnay and a long hot bath?" 

Immersed in the hot fragrant water, sipping her wine, Angela felt more at peace with herself than she had for a very, very long time. As she relaxed back in the fragrant bubbles and sipped again, her mind began to drift. After a short time, she found herself thinking about Alex. He was so nice. He had helped her so much. Surprising that he was still a virgin. He is rather cute in a geeky sort of way.

After another couple sips of wine, she found her mind wandering back to her earlier shower. Had she really seen something move outside the door? The only other person there had been Alex. Would the shy virgin ever have the nerve to try to peek in at her while she showered? They were friends weren't they? He wouldn't do that would he? 

Strangely, she felt her tummy beginning to melt at the thought of the virgin Alex peeking in at her. The wine, the bath, the lack of any stress. A fantasy began to form. She, the older woman, seductress, taunting the young virginal male with her womanly charms. She is showering. The door is frosted so he can't really see anything, but he is so inexperienced that what he sees is enough. 

Unbidden, Angela's hands begin to caress her torso. She rubs herself as if she were soaping up in the shower. The fantasy becomes more intense. Her slippery hands glide up over her firm breasts, teasing her nipples into hard points of intense sensation. Her right hand descends through her sparse pubic hair and begins to circle her clit.

The seductress washes herself. The boy cannot control himself. He is hard in his pants from watching her. He pulls out his cock. It's a nice cock. He begins to stroke it as he watches. She turns towards him. He steps away, concerned that she will catch him. Not knowing that it would turn her on to know that she was exciting such a young man. She catches a glimpse of movement and smiles knowing that it must have been him watching.

Angela started pinching and pulling hard on her right nipple as she diddled her clit between index and middle fingers of her right hand. Her breath began coming in short gasps now as she neared her climax.

Yes. He was watching her. Perhaps he came back and was watching her again. Seeing her pleasure herself. Watching and learning how a woman gives herself pleasure as he too pleasures himself. Yes. Alex. Watching her shower. Watching her masturbate. Watching her as she cums...

And at that thought she felt her entire body stiffen and jerk as a long overdue orgasm rocked her to her core. A cry escaped her lips, as wave after wave of release washed over her and she continued to stimulate both her nipples and clit. Finally she began to come down off her high and slowly, luxuriously relax back into the warm water, reaching for her wine.

"Whew," she thought. "I wonder where that came from?" Then, recalling her orgasmic cries and seeing the water on the floor from her thrashing, "Thank God Jason isn't home." 

Lying in his bed, eyes closed, Alex could see in his mind's eye, the look of absolute bliss on her face as the water cascaded over her. The freckled skin of her shoulders. The taught muscles of her calves with the soap streamed down towards the drain. And the shadow. The shadow of her naked torso tantalizingly close and yet so far away. The womanly shape with none of the detail he so desperately craved.

His right hand was wrapped tightly around his rigid cock. It was so hard it actually hurt. It almost felt like it was going to push out through its own end. The head swollen and red. Not red like her hair, Angry red. He stroked it slowly to prolong his pleasure.

Now, the the long smooth legs exposed through the opening of the robe. Almost up to her pussy. Yes. Her pussy. It would be covered with ginger hair. So close and yet again so far away. The pale skin, and freckles there too. Yes. Then she was leaning forward and reaching for the pot. Her shoulders rounding forward. The robe falling forward. Opening. Opening. The tops of her breasts. So round and firm and loose under the robe. 

His cock was harder than it had ever been. It was like holding a steel rod. He was close. So close.

The robe falling forward. The tops of her breasts. Was that a hint of a pale areola just as she grabbed the pot? God if only it had been just a little further back in the cupboard.

He felt himself tighten. His legs and buttocks straining.. 

Then the kiss. Her hands on the sides of his face pulling him in. The soft lips pressing against his and staying. The throaty whisper of her apology. 

With that came his release. He felt his entire body spasm and his prostate pulse. A gob of hot jizz landed on the pillow beside his head, followed by four or five more jets of lesser intensity which landed on his chest and stomach. 

"Oh God...Oh God... Oh God," he panted as the spasms subsided and he felt the pleasant emptiness in his groin. "Ohhohoho Gawwwd. Angela."

Alex avoided Angela during their Monday morning classes. When he first spotted her in the hall, he felt a twinge of embarrassment at what he had done to himself on Friday night. Angela was a classmate. He was tutoring her and she had a 10 year old son for crying out loud.

Angela too felt somewhat foolish over what she had done in the bath. He was her tutor, a college kid. She certainly could have been his babysitter when she was a teen. And she had brought herself off thinking about him peeping at her. Jeezus.

As the day wore on, they both became less self-conscious about their late night activities and by afternoon they were sitting together chatting about what they were going to study after dinner.

With Jason in the house, the next two weeks of tutoring were entirely platonic. Then it was only a week until exams and the workload doubled. The pressure was immense and neither one had any time for randy thoughts. 

When she walked out of her last exam, Angela felt as if the weight of the world had lifted off her shoulders. She had talked to a couple of her professors and they had indicated that she had done well. She knew that she had aced this last exam because it had contained almost exactly the material she and Alex had reviewed the afternoon before. 

The first person she saw outside the exam room was Alex waiting to ask how she had done. She ran over and wrapped herself around him.

"God Alex. I can't believe you did it. You actually got me through this. I KNOW I passed everything." Angela enthused after stepping back. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I don't know how I can ever repay you for all you've done for me this semester."

Embarrassed, and a little excited by her physical proximity, Alex was silent for a minute before he told her that she had worked hard and deserved all the good marks she had earned.

As the two stood talking, a large group of their classmates came out of the exam room. Seeing Angela and Alex standing there they rushed over. 

"Hey guys," Ian enthused. "We're all going to the final, final pub night tonight. Are you guys going to come?"

Angela had chores to do so her initial reaction was to say no to the invitation, but then she considered that Jason was at his father's for the weekend and she really did feel like cutting loose for once. As she was mulling it over, Alex chimed up.

"C'mon Angela. You've worked so damn hard this term. Why don't you join them? You deserve to treat yourself to some fun."

"Yes. But you have worked hard too. Why don't I go home and you go with them to the pub?" Angela replied, thinking that she didn't want to be a fifth wheel to the younger revelers.

"That settles it you two fools," Ian chimed in. "You're both coming. C'mon, let's grab a burger and beer down at K.C's before the pub starts."

"Alex," Angela whispered on the way to the car. "I'm not sure I can afford to eat out this week. Jason needed new Winter boots."

Angela. I'm so proud of you, and happy that you passed, that I will spring for the dinner. Gosh, look at all the meals and leftovers I have mooched this semester. I owe you at least one meal in return," Alex replied, all the while praying that she would stay so he could enjoy the evening with her.

So K.C's it was for a burger and a cold draft beer. The comfort food and alcohol warmed Angela through and through, leaving her feeling relaxed and comfortable and actually ready to enjoy an evening out with her classmates.

When they got to the pub, Angela once again considered her tight financial situation and slowly sipped a single beer while the others consumed round after round. As the group grew more rowdy, Angela began to consider leaving for home. Just as she drained the last of her beer, Ian returned to the table with a round of shooters, and placed one in front of Angela. 

"C'mon Angela. I've been watching you nurse that beer all night. It's time for you to get your party started," he exclaimed. "Bottoms up!" 

Angela had no choice but to comply. The strong liquor burned all the way down but when it hit bottom, it sent a chill back up her body causing her nipples to get hard. An effect that was not lost on neither Alex nor Ian.

"Whooo," Angela exclaimed as the alcohol hit her system. "Oh. my God. What was that?"

Ian just smiled and gave her another one, insisting that she needed to "catch up."

Alex consumed his fair share of booze as well, but he kept a jealous eye on Angela and Ian. There was no way he was going to allow that loudmouth to take advantage of his friend 

After last call, the whole gang emptied out into the parking lot. There had been no designated drivers and they were all drunk. Suddenly, Angela realized that she was stuck. She was way too drunk to drive and the cost of a cab ride out to the farm was prohibitive. Shit. She'd have to sleep in her car tonight and drive home Tomorrow.

Even in his rather inebriated state, Alex realized that there was something wrong with Angela. When they had reached the parking lot, she had suddenly turned quite sullen.

"What's the matter Angela? Are you OK?" He whispered into her ear.

As she was explaining her revelation, Ian approached.

"Hey Ange," he bellowed. "We're too blitzed to drive. There's a few of us sharing a cab back to my place for a nightcap and after-party. Why don't you come along?"

Angela felt trapped. No way back to the farm, so either sleep in her freezing cold car, or accept an invitation back to Ian's place. Ian was a big man. Loud and a little aggressive. The same type of man she had always fallen for in the past. The same kind of guy as her ex-husband. But she was trying to change, to better her life. Even though she was afraid that if she accepted, she might just fall into her old rut, she was just about to say yes when Alex jumped in.

"It's OK Ian," He announced. "A couple hours ago, I arranged for a DD to take her home after last call. She'll be here any minute for the pick-up. You guys go on and I'll make sure Angela gets on her way home."

Ian's anger at what he sensed was a missed opportunity showed as clearly on his face as Angela's relief showed on hers, and he stumbled into the cab still muttering under his breath.

"Gosh Alex, I appreciate your thinking of me, but I can't afford a DD to take me home and if I did, how am I going to get back here and get my car in the morning? When did you make that arrangement anyway, and who did you get?"

"I didn't," Alex mumbled. "It looked like you really didn't want to go, and I just wanted to give you an excuse to back out if you wanted to. Since you didn't I guess I was right."

A warm glow of affection and relief washed over Angela as she realized that he had probably saved her from making a big mistake. She turned to Alex and grabbed him up in a big hug, pressing her body into his and whispering thank you repeatedly into his ear.

Her feeling or relief soon passed as the concern over her predicament returned to the top of her mind. Alex saw the storm clouds of concern forming on her face and jumped right in.

"Here's what I was thinking," he began slowly. "My roommate has already gone home for the holiday break and so I thought you cold have m...m...my bed and I could sleep in his room or on the couch," he continued. "Don't worry. I have clean sheets for you, and if you really want to get home I will pay for the cab with my emergency credit card. My folks said it was OK to use it for cab rides when people had been drinking, and they never said it had to be for me," he finished with a rush.

Angela considered the offer for a moment. Drunk, and alone in an apartment with an also drunk young man. Was this such a good idea? Maybe she should let him scam his folks into paying the cab fare. She'd still have to figure a way back into town to get her car tomorrow, but that was tomorrow's problem. 

But then...Idiot! What was she worried about? This was Alex inviting her. Sweet, adorable, helpful, lifesaving Alex. There was NOTHING for her to worry about. And besides the alternatives of sleeping in her car or scamming his folks were too distasteful to consider seriously. 

"OK. But I take the couch I will not put you out of your bed," she insisted.

It was a short 5 blocks to his apartment building and so they decided to walk, hoping the fresh air would counteract the last two rounds of shooters Ian had insisted she drink, but The increased exercise just caused them both to more quickly absorb the last of the alcohol into their bloodstreams. By the time they reached Alex's apartment, they were very drunk, giggling and holding each other up to keep from stumbling.

When Alex finally got his key into the lock and opened the door, they tumbled through into a heap on the floor. Without trying to disentangle himself, Alex was able to stretch out his leg and kick the door closed behind them. They were alone. 

A wave of euphoria washed over Angela. Drunk or sober, she had rarely felt so wonderful in her whole life. She had escaped her asshole husband, passed her first term, avoided being trapped by Ian, she wasn't sleeping in her car. With the intense clarity that comes with drink, she realized that three of those four things were because of this young man with whom she was currently entangled on an apartment floor. 

The alcohol had significantly reduced her inhibitions and she was feeling so wonderful that she just couldn't stop herself from grabbing Alex and kissing him. 

Alex had never been quite this drunk before. Luckily he had not had to use his fake ID to get served at the pub as that would have revealed his young age to his classmates, and even worse, to Angela. Now he found himself lying on the floor completely wrapped up with Angela. He had barely been able to disentangle his leg so he could kick the door shut before he dissolved into a fit of giggles. Angela too had been laughing. That throaty, sexy laugh that just sent a chill of arousal right through him.

Alex lay there for a moment relishing his predicament. He was lying half on top of Angela whose arm was trapped beneath his waist, and whose leg was draped directly across his groin. He could feel the pressure of her firm breast pressing into his chest with each breath she took, and he could feel his cock getting harder by the second.

He was trying to think of a way to escape before she could notice his growing hard-on when, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. At first it was like the kiss she had given him a few weeks ago, closed mouth, almost platonic, but it soon turned into something more erotic. 

Alex's head was spinning when she first started to kiss him, but it felt like his brain was going to erupt from the top of his head when he felt her tongue touch his lips and push. She wanted to French him. He had read about it, wondered about it and now here it was, and she was initiating it. 

Almost without conscious thought, Alex let his lips part and without hesitation, Angela's tongue pressed in. It was so warm and wet and active. A fire bolt raced from his brain to his crotch and he felt himself getting uncomfortably hard. Not so uncomfortable as to ask her to stop though.

She had meant it to be a nice kiss. Just a kiss, but when she felt his soft lips on hers, she just sort of lost control. It had been so very long since... And now she felt like she was a bystander, observing herself as she parted her lips let her tongue begin to tease his lips. When his mouth opened, she pressed forward.

Now as they lay there necking, she could feel the lump from his cock poking into her abdomen and it excited her. Suddenly she was back in her fantasy. She was the seductress. Tempting the young virgin boy. Exciting him. 

Alex was unsure of what his next move should be, if any. Should he pull away and move them to the couch, or would that break the spell? Unfortunately, his cock was becoming painfully jammed up in his jeans. But he was afraid to stop. Afraid it would all be over. Instead, he tried reaching down between them to adjust himself to a more comfortable position.

Angela was in heat. She felt Alex's hand move between them, and, thinking that he was making his move, grabbed it and moved it to her breast.

Alex almost choked as he felt Angela grab his hand and move it to her breast. It felt so unexpectedly soft and warm as he moved his hand over it and squeezed. He had never imagined that it would feel like this. He could feel the lace of her bra, the rigid underwire beneath the cup. The soft pliable flesh. But the increased arousal caused his cock to pulse even more painfully in his jeans. The pleasure at feeling up his first breast was being tarnished by the unrelenting pain in his crotch. Alex couldn't take it any more.

"Angela," he gasped. "Angela. My c...c...cock."

In her overheated state, Angela again misunderstood Alex's intent and thought he wanted her to touch him as he fondled her breast. Without hesitation, she reached down and squeezed him through his jeans. When she did, Angela was shocked. She'd had a few boyfriends in high school and a couple more before she had married, but she had never felt anything like this, and it caused a new wave of arousal to flood through her

"Oh God Alex. You must be HUGE," she enthused as she pulled away from their kiss. "Would it be OK if I opened your jeans, if I touched you inside your pants?"

Angela's question shocked him. Of course he wanted her to touch him, but they were lying on the floor just inside his apartment. Emboldened by her request, Alex decided it was time to make a move.

"Angela. Let's move to the couch and then you can touch me anywhere you want," he rasped.

Kicking off their shoes, they stumbled across the living room and fell onto the couch. Alex leaned back as Angela unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. Alex jumped a bit when Angela wrapped her cold hand around his rigid cock. The intensity of the sensation almost made him cum right then.




Back to School



Angela was amazed. Alex had a rather slight, almost boyish physique, but his cock seemed all out of proportion. When she took him in her hand she realized that she could not close her fingers around him. It felt so hard and so hot in her hand and when she squeezed him he moaned and it pulsed back into her palm.

God, It had been so long since she'd been with a man. Almost two years since the separation and probably another six months before that. Angela was drunk enough to have lost her inhibitions about being with this younger man. She was ready, and her pussy was literally drooling at the prospect of Alex's stiff cock.

Alex had never even imagined that he and Angela would be doing this when he invited her to stay, it had been perfectly innocent. But here they were on the couch and she had his dick in her hand and she was squeezing it and he was feeling her tits and kissing her and she was moaning, moaning that throaty sexy moan as she squeezed his cock again...Alex felt his whole body go rigid. 

"NO. It's too soon. Too fast, he thought. "Please God. NOT YET." 

But even as those thoughts were running through his brain , his cock spasmed and he shot 

his load into his boxers. Alex was mortified, his face turning instantly scarlet. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could he ever apologize to her for messing on her hand? He had pulled back from their embrace and was just about to start begging her forgiveness when;

"OH. Alex. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...I forgot...I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

She was apologizing to him? Why would she be apologizing to him?

"It's me that should be sorry," he replied. "I'm the one that made the mess. I'm the one that broke the mood. I'm so embarrassed."

Angela shushed him and leaned in to kiss him deeply. 

"I'm the experienced one," she whispered. "I know you are a virgin, I should have been more gentle, taken more time with you."

It seemed that the spell had been broken. Angela suggested that he take a shower to clean up while she went to the kitchen to wash her hand and arm. Alex grabbed the waist of his jeans and almost ran to the bathroom. 

Angela sat on the couch for a minute listening to the shower running. Her mind went back to that night when she had been in the shower. When she had fantasized that Alex had been peeking, and she had made herself cum so hard thinking about being the seductress. 

Angela had been very turned on by her make-out session with Alex . She had not seen his cock, but she had felt it and now she added it to her fantasy. She felt her center beginning to melt again. She heard the water splashing in the shower. She looked down at the cum on her hand and arm and her decision was made.

Alex almost jumped out of his skin as the shower curtain pulled back and a naked Angela stepped in.

"I needed to clean up too so I thought I might as well join you," she chuckled. "I hope you don't mind. Do you?"

Although he had just cum, he felt himself beginning to harden. She was incredible. Her freckles spread from her shoulders down to the swell of her breasts. Her breasts. Her breasts were large and firm standing proudly out from her chest. Hardly any droop. Large pale areolas surrounded fat light pink nipples now fully erect in the cascading water. 

As his eyes moved down, he saw that the freckles picked up again on her flat tummy. Her sparse ginger bush did nothing to hide the pale flesh beneath and he could see just a hint of the top of her pussy. The taught muscular thighs the shapely calves he had so admired when he had seen her through the shower door.

The sensation of Angela's hands on his body returned him from his reverie. She took the soap from him and began rubbing it over his abdomen. Soon Alex felt two delicate soapy hands wrap around his stiff cock and begin to stroke him. 

"I want to make up for before," she whispered, as she leaned into him. "I promise to be more careful with you this time, if you will let me."

"If I will let you?" Alex thought. "I wouldn't make you stop for a million dollars." But all Angela heard was his excited groan.

He was so different from the other men she had been with. Smaller with smooth, virtually hairless, chest and arms. Almost feminine, yet clearly a man. A man with a rather large cock. Angela had soaped him up and was using both hands on his now slippery organ. As she stroked him, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands and tweaked her stiff nipples. 

Inhibitions completely blocked by alcohol, her pussy was on fire. It had been so long and the combination of slipping her hands up, down, and around his cock and the intense stimulation of her nipples, was beginning to drive her wild. She leaned into him, squeezed his cock and whispered that it was time for bed.

Once in bed, Alex was very nervous. Of course he had seen porn, and he had read books, but he had never "been" with a woman before. As he began to fret about what to do, he started to lose his erection, and by the time they were together under the covers, he was soft. That worried him even more. 

He had ejaculated prematurely, and now he was soft. This was a disaster. He was never going to get laid. It was never going to happen for him. Any instant now, Angela was going to reach down and feel his soft pecker and laugh at him. Oh God how embarrassing was this going to be?

When Angela reached for his cock, she was surprised to find it quite flaccid. Strange. He had been an iron rod in the shower, and he hadn't ejaculated since then. Nerves!

"Oh. It seems like I have a little something to look after before we can get down to the main event," she whispered in his ear. "Don't worry Alex. I've got just the thing."

With that she began to kiss his neck as she ran her hands over his smooth young chest. Slowly she kissed her way down to his nipples and alternated sucking them. The resulting moans were sufficient to indicate that she was on the right track. After about a minute of that treatment, she continued to kiss her way down his torso until finally, torturously she arrived at his center.

His cock was bigger around than her wrist and at first she wasn't sure her mouth would open wide enough to take him in, but she was certainly going to try her damnedest. After a few tentative kisses to the end of his cock, Angela opened her mouth wide and took his head all the way in. Problem solved.

He had never felt anything so incredible in his life. The wet warmth of her mouth surrounding the head of his cock was almost enough to make him instantly cum again. When she began to suck him, he was glad he had cum earlier. At least now he had slightly better control. Slightly. He almost instantly began to boil over again.

"A...An...An...Angela." That damned stutter. "ANGELA," he finally spit out. "Stop or I'm gonna c...c...um again."

Angela considered letting him finish in her mouth, but only for an instant. In her inebriated and very excited state, she needed him rock hard and ready to enter her when she was ready. And she was almost ready. She released his thick cock from her lips, moved back up his body and began kissing him again.

As their tongues explored each other's mouths, Angela took Alex's hand and pulled it down to her pussy, guiding his finger to her clit, moving it in slow tantalizing circles. 

Alex was beginning to hyperventilate. His finger was now rubbing on Angela's pussy. It was the first pussy he had ever touched and it felt amazing. He alternated circling his finger as she had shown him with sliding it further down onto her pussy lips. There was nothing in his experience to compare with how slippery it felt. Angela was moaning. Oh God that husky voice just made him crazy. Alex increased the pressure of his stroking and felt her pussy yield. Almost without warning he was knuckle deep.

"Oh..My..God..Alex," she gasped. "I need you inside me. I need you in me now. Let me be on top," she commanded. "You are so big, I'll need to control things. OK?"

OK? Was she insane? This incredibly hot babe was going to let him stick his rigid cock into her pussy. Was actually going to let him actually fuck her. In fact, she was begging him to fuck her and she was asking if it was OK for her to be on top? All he could do was grunt his ascent as she pushed him onto his back.

Alex looked down at the most amazing sight he had ever seen. His turgid cock was standing straight up from his groin and Angela was swinging herself over his legs to straddle him. He saw her reach, then felt her grip his rod as she wiggled herself into position and raised herself up. The tip of his cock was bathed in her moisture as she rubbed it along her slit to align it with her opening and then she lowered herself down.

It was the warmest wettest thing he had ever felt. So much better than he had ever imagined. He felt the head and a little bit of his shaft go in, then Angela pulled herself back up. Just as he was worried she had changed her mind, he felt her pushing down again, taking him in a little further. He could hear her panting breath as she paused for a moment before raising up again.

This time when she came down she was able to take most of his length, letting out a sort of grunt/moan that was the most erotic thing Alex had ever heard either live or on video. One more stroke and he was balls deep in her hot wet center. Fully impaled, Angela leaned forward with her hands on his chest panting with arousal.

She needed a little break. Angela had never felt anything like this. Her pussy was being pulled, stretched, molded around his cock in a most delightful way. He was touching places that no cock had ever touched. Her pussy released another flood of her juices as she bore down onto him. It almost felt like her internal organs were being rearranged to accommodate his length and girth. 

Never in all her life had her pussy been stretched so tight. Never had her clit been pulled down into direct contact with an invading cock. Never had she been so close to orgasm on 

the first full stroke. With her hands resting on his chest, she raised almost all the way up and then slowly slid down again emitting a sexy grunt when she hit bottom. Oh God this was sooo gooood.

Alex was in a trance. Angela was doing all the work. He just lay there as she rode his cock. As he felt her grip loosen ever so slightly, she began to increase her speed. When he looked up he saw the look of pure pleasure on her face. She was posting quite quickly now and panting with excitement.

"Grab my tits Alex," she gasped. "Grab my tits and pull my nipples. Now...Now...NOW!"

As he followed her orders, Angela's body went rigid and then began to spasm wildly. As she rode him through her orgasm, Angela emitted a series of unintelligible grunts and moans, all in that husky throaty voice that drove him so wild. Her moans, her jerking around, the pulsing spasms of her tight pussy on his dick. There was no way for Alex to hold back. 

As she was coming down off her own orgasm, Angela felt Alex stiffen beneath her. Then suddenly, she felt a strong jet of his cum impact the top of her pussy. Nobody had ever squirted into her so hard. One, then another, then a third, each one hitting her uterus with decreasing force. The new stimulation prolonged her own orgasm, bringing her to another peak before finally letting her coast down into post coital bliss.

Angela collapsed onto Alex's chest and they lay together panting. Her pussy was now flooded and their combined juices began to leak out slowly around his softening cock. Neither one wanted to move. Neither one wanted to break the spell, but Angela sensed that this was going to get messy if they didn't take action soon.

Feeling completely drained, Alex watched Angela's tight ass wiggle out of the room as she headed to the bathroom. He simply could not muster the energy to do anything more than watch. It had been the most intense experience he'd ever had and his orgasm had been of mind blowing proportions. 

Every muscle in his body felt like rubber. He could still hardly move when Angela returned with a warm wet facecloth and wiped off his sticky genitalia. She was gentle and thorough and Alex felt himself stir at the feeling of her soft hands and warm cloth on his cock, but before he could rise to the occasion. She was done and had tossed the cloth aside.

Angela was feeling very, very mellow. Alex's cock had taken her places she'd never been, and her orgasm had been soul cleansing. She lovingly cleaned him up, and then, still quite drunk, she pulled the blankets up curled up next to him and fell into a deep sleep.

It was still very dark when Angela was roused from her sleep. In her dream, someone had been playing with her nipples and pussy, and she had been getting quite aroused. As she slowly came to consciousness, Angela's first realization was that she felt quite cool. In the next instant, she recognized the feeling of soft lips suckling her left breast and a finger slowly tracing along her lower lips. 

An instant of panic was followed by the relief of remembering where she was and who she was with. Opening her eyes, she saw the top of Alex's head as he drew her stiff nipple into 

his mouth and teased it with his tongue. She felt herself becoming quite wet both from the stimulation and the memory of what they had done earlier. As she began to squirm under him, she felt Alex's hard cock poking into her thigh. God. He was rock hard again. 

"Are you awake?" Alex whispered up to her.

"Yes," she purred. "How could I sleep when some pervert is molesting me in my bed?" This punctuated by a light laugh.

"It's not your bed," Alex growled as he moved up her body and between her legs. "And I'm not molesting you I'm just going to fuck you, that's all."

As he began kissing her and pressing his tongue between her lips, his rigid cock pressed against her groin. Quite aroused now, and still feeling the effects of the alcohol Angela reached down and placed him directly at her entrance. 

"Push." 

Alex felt that incredible wet warmth as his cock slid several inches into Angela's pussy. He pulled back and pushed in again, causing Angela to groan quite loudly. Oh. That voice. He loved her laugh, but her sexy groans were even better, causing his cock to pulse inside her. Another retreat and a final advance left him balls deep inside her and rewarded him with another lusty moan.

Not since her honeymoon, all those years ago, had Angela had sex more than once in a night. There was no denying his rock hard cock nor her arousal. Once again Angela felt her pussy stretching wide around Alex's rod as he pushed it all the way home. It had gone in easier this time , her pussy still stretched somewhat by their earlier session, and soon Alex was pumping into her full stroke. 

On the bottom with her young lover pumping between her legs, Angela had no control over either the speed or depth of his strokes but she didn't care. His large cock felt simply terrific, and it felt even better when he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and started to fuck her in earnest.

With her legs raised, Alex drove his dick even deeper into Angela's body. She was certain now that he must be rearranging her internal organs as he drove his big cock deeper and deeper into her belly. Doubled over, his strong thrusts pushed the air from her lungs causing her to huff every time he drove in.

"HUH...HUH...OHG...OGH...OGOD...OGOD...OH. MY. GOD," Angela panted as Alex drove in went totally rigid and sprayed his seed deep into her womb. 

Once again, the intensity of his orgasm and the feeling of his strong jets of cum inside her sopping cunt pushed Angela over the top into a mind blowing orgasm of her own. 

Alex collapsed on top of her and the two lovers lay there panting. It took only a few minutes for the chill to reach them and Alex reached to pull the covers up. Warm and sated, they passed easily into sleep. 

It was barely light when Angela woke again. Instead of the pleasant feelings she had experienced last time, this time she woke feeling wet and cold. Shit. She had fallen asleep and was now laying in the infamous wet spot. 

"There's another thing I haven't done for years," she thought as she eased out of bed to clean herself up. "My God. He must shoot a liter of cum each time. Half the bed is soaking wet."

There was no way she was getting back into that bed the way it was so Angela gently shook Alex awake and asked him where she could find clean sheets. As Angela stripped the bed, Alex grabbed his other bed linens from the closet and returned to the room. 

As he entered the bedroom his eyes almost popped out of his head. With her back to him, Angela was bent over the side of the bed cleaning a spot off the mattress. The sight riveted Alex to the spot. Her long freckled legs rose to join her magnificent ass. Tight and firm with just a hint of her ginger pubic hair peaking out between her thighs. It was, in a word, irresistible.

Entering the room, Alex moved towards the bed. By the time he reached her his cock was rock hard and sticking straight out from his groin. In her bare feet, Angela's crotch was at exactly the same height as Alex's. Alex quietly moved behind the distracted woman and pressed himself against her. 

Angela almost fell over onto the bed when she felt the head of Alex's cock push at her entrance, but as she was tipping, Alex grabbed her hips and pulled. OH GOD. He was pushing inside her. Almost unbelievably he was rock hard again and before she could fully react, she felt him hit bottom. 

Alex had been gentle and somewhat tentative the first two times, but this time he began to fuck her in earnest. Within seconds the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, and Angela's throaty grunts as Alex drove each stroke home. The intensity of his strokes soon knocked her off her feet and they both tumbled face first onto the bed.

The impact drove the air from Angela's lungs and for a second she thought she was going to pass out until Alex took some of his weight onto his arms, never once missing a stroke. Angela had never been fucked with such intensity in her life and the feeling of that big stiff cock pushing between her butt cheeks and deep into her cunt.

As he fucked her from above and behind Alex's cock pushed hard against Angela's G spot, stimulating her in a way she had never before experienced. Soon she felt the need to pee which quickly transformed into something more. "Hold it. Hold it. HOLD IT," her brain screamed, and then, suddenly she felt herself release. 

Her whole body shook and she screamed out her release as her pussy gushed with juices. When he felt Angela's pussy pulse around his cock, Alex lost control, adding his copious load to the flood she was producing and collapsed onto her back, exhausted.

When the they recovered, Alex pulled back and helped Angela to her feet. Almost in a trance, they made the bed and collapsed into it falling almost instantly asleep. 

When Angela's eyes finally fluttered open, a strong beam of light was streaming in through a gap in the curtains. As she lay there she began to take stock. Her pussy was pleasantly sore. Her nipples just a tad sensitive, and the rest of her muscles felt like she had been through a boot camp workout. Altogether, not totally unpleasant. Well used, Well worn, and for the first time in years, totally relaxed.

When she turned and looked at Alex, she felt an icy spike pierce her center. Sleeping quietly in this light he looked SO young. His thin limbs. His hairless chest. He hardly looked any older than Jason. 

"OH GOD," she thought. "He looks so young. What have I done?" 

Alex lay with his eyes closed wondering what he should do. With the alcohol cleansed from his system, he had once again become shy and apprehensive. He was now lying next to the woman he had fucked three times last night and he was petrified with fear. What should he say? What should he do? He had felt her moving a moment ago and then heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by silence. That couldn't be good. 




Back to School



This is my first submission. Totally fiction. 

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My name is Mila, I am 27, 5'11, thick African American woman. About size 12/ 14 depending on the cut. I'm gay, I slept with a few men before I came out. I allowed myself to be just me and came out as a lesbian. I love women, they are the best. I would consider myself a switch but most of the time I am a top. I work in a office, I had stopped following my dreams for a while. I recently started college classes again as to follow my dream of being a middle school Science teacher. That is where I met Avery. This is not a love story! This is a story about my week with Avery. 

Let me take you back a few months when I walked in to my first college class in over 5 years. I was super nervous as you could imagine. I picked a sit in the front of my evening Chemistry class, I have no desire to fail. The professor warned the class was hard and suggested a study group. After class I talked to a few girls who were interested in forming one. Avery was one of them. She was a sorority girl along with one other girl in our 4 person group. Avery is a beautiful girl 21, 5'8, a size 6, dirty blonde, and amazing green eyes, Caucasian. She had an average size chest, 34 B, a round ass, and amazing thighs.

We become good friends over the months of study, the four of us. We spent a lot of time studying at the sorority house, or my place. I have a small one bedroom a few blocks from the busy downtown area I lived in. All the girls were straight, as they told me. They of course had kissed girls a few times on drunk nights, but other than that they loved cock. We were all pretty single. Avery had her " male friends" and I had my "female friends". But Avery was the kind of friend that if they ever gave you the chance you would fuck the hell out of them.

Avery and I had just finished our final in chemistry so we headed back to the sorority house. We had a three week break before our next semester. I had requested 5 days off of work to rest. Going to school and working took its toll. I need some time to rest, relax, and catch up on some Netflix. We had discussed each other plans, she was just going to chill by the pool for a few weeks and relax. I told her she was more than welcomed to come join me in my netflix binges. Avery suggested that we do some shots since finals were over. I am not a big drinker, I don't normally like shots. I do like the birthday cake shot which is what she made. The first one was fine, then it turned into shot after shot. I don't remember falling asleep. I'm sure I passed out. Remind me not to try to keep up with 21 year old sorority girls and their drinking. 

When I woke up I was in this tied down doggy style position. I was for sure on a bed, I could tell I was on the end. It was a full size bed. My legs were tied in place with rope and there was one of those wedge sex pillows under me. My hand were handcuff, not the kind with the safety latch either. The handcuffs that if you lose the key you are fucked. Avery climbed on to the bed in front of me. 

"I wanted to do this for a while. Remember that time I borrowed your laptop to finish my paper?! You see you need to hide your porn better. Look I've known for a while you have a crush on me. You are very obvious about it. All the porn on your computer is lesbian bdsm fantasies. We have had some honest conversations about sex. I know you get pleasure from giving pleasure. Which made me sure that you are a submissive little cunt. I know you imagined yourself being fucked by all this mistress. The thing you didn't know about me is fucking women, topping women is what I do for fun. Men are great but so boring sometimes. I love taking a strong women bending her over and fucking the hell of them. Right now you have the option of being fucked how you always dreamed. Being spanked and taken like all that porn you watch. Or being forced to make that fantasies a reality. You can do this willingly or I will gag you and do whatever the fuck I want." Avery said.

She has this smile and glow in her eye, she has never looked happier. Which is so sad to say. I have never seen my friend as happy as when she is about to take advantage of me. I don't even know how to feel. She is wearing a strapon, it is a little more than average about 7 inches and not too thick. And a ball gag in her hand. 

"Ok, so you are asking me to be your what right now, willing sex slave? Or be your forced sex slave? Those are my options??!!" I asked

"Exactly. There will be rules and guidelines. And you will be used for my pleasure and whoever I chose to share you with. I know you are into this. So stop fighting it. Say yes and I can be training that virgin ass of yours for use. The anal I am sure you are curious about."

"Okay, but NO anal. I'm not that curious. " I replied. She was a little right I was curious about anal. But I wanted to be able to control it. Be able to decide what and when something went in my ass. I do get off watching bdsm porn but that doesn't at all mean you want to do it in real life. 

"Let me explain the rules cunt, you were so wonderful to take 5 days off of work so we get 7 days including the weekend. Rule 1 all holes are open and available to use for me and my soroity sisters and friends. I can either be nice and slowly train your ass to take my many size cocks or shove it in. Your choice. By day three I will be fucking your ass though. All of this is on a strike system. Every three strikes is a bigger size plug in your ass, every five strikes is ten hits with a paddle, every 20 strikes you lose a day of training. Nod if you understand so far." 

I nod. 

"Good, you see my ultimate goal for this week is to gangbang you. I would charge admission of course, someone needs to pay me for my time. As you know college isn't cheap. It would be easier for you to take all the strapons if your holes are all trained. Plus I can charge more money for admission if your ass is included. Nod if you understand."

I nod. She took the gag she had been holding and strapped in around my head. 

"You will earn one strike for a few offense, not saying yes mistress or yes ma'am when spoken to, being disrespectful, teeth markers on any dildo, biting in general. And crying, I hate when bitches cry. Two strikes will be earned if you cum without my permission, if you push a dick out of your mouth, if you have a lazy tongue when eating pussy. Haven't decided if I will blindfold you or not. Anyway the rules can be added on because you know you are the slave, not me. 

"Yes mistress" I muffled in reply. 

"I normally like to spank my slaves when I first get them. It makes me so wet seeing the red marks on their ass when I'm fucking them. " 

She grabs a paddle from the wall, she rubs my ass with it first. "These five are a welcome to you my sex slave. Count them off bitch.!"

Whack. "One" That wasn't so bad. "Two." that hurt. "Three" damn they are getting worst. "Four" mouthfucker, i so want to scream. And then nothing happens for a second. 

"I will make sure your ass hurts in the morning." With all her strength "Five"

Tears are streaming down my face, I'm sniffling. How did I even get here. Strapped to bed with a gag in my mouth. She comes around to face me. " I hate when cunts cry. Strike one." Avery says with this glow in her eye again. 

"You are so wet. Who needs lubes." I felt a hand on my ass as she rubbed the tip of the strapon between my lips. "On the count of three. ONE, ONE IN A HALF," Avery shouted before shoved the whole cock in me. "I don't wait for a countdown and your comfort level is not my concern. I don't care if you are in pain, this is about my pleasure" She slowly started fucking me, then harder and harder. She was as deep as she could go, i thought. I was wrong! She spread my ass cheeks and shoved the dick in. This horrible, wonderful mix of pleasure and pain. From the stringing I am still feeling from that spanking and the pleasure of her fucking me. She had been fucking me for maybe four minutes when the need to cum was already strong. In my defense I haven't been fucked in a long time, i forgot how amazing it feels. 

Six minutes in and I'm trying to cum, I have one strike and i have no desire to have my ass touched. "May I cum?" I ask, almost begging really. "No cunt, I haven't been fucking you that long, hold it."? Avery replies. 

I try, I think over everything else in the world to try to get my mind of what is building up in my body. I thinking about puppies and airplanes. Anything everything to take mind after the need to cum. Maybe if I call her mistress this time. "Mistress please may I come?" I am begging now. 

"No, you fucking cunt, say another word. God damn it you can't even make it 10 minutes, you are sad." She does the worst possible thing she grabs my ponytail, and fucks harder. It turns me on so much when someone grabs my hair when fucking me. She leans into my ear "Cunt, you don't cum unless I tell you too. Do you understand me bitch?!"

"Yes mistress" is all i can squeak out because I cum. I try my hardest not to moan or move or let it show. Fuck, my virgin ass will get a dildo shoved up it for this. For a second I think I am safe and she doesn't know. Because for a second I forgot I can be a bit of a squirter. Oh shit she just pulled out of me. WHACK. She hits me with her bare hand. That hurts and stings when your ass cheeks are already raw from the paddle.

"You fucking bitch, didn't I just tell you not to cum? I'm so happy you are a squirter because I will always know when you do. Three strikes already, you really do want me to rape that ass. I was going to be nice and start your ass off with a finger or two. I have the perfect six inch plug for your ass."

She unties me and walks me to the bathroom. I use the facilities, which is painful when you ass stings. I for sure now that the room I've been tied up in for who know how long was at one time a garage. I do my business and she marches me back to that "dungeon room". 

I'm pushed down and tied down to the bed, same as before. She heads over to the didlo rack. That one doesn't look too bad. She put on gloves and lubes up her hands and the dildo. She walks behind me. A finger tires to enter my ass.

"You need to open that ass up, this is going in no matter what. Better. I was going to wait to start training this ass but you had to come didn't you. So much work needs to be done, cunt I don't think we have enough time to make you a proper sex slave. It takes time and training to get all your holes to be ready at all times." 

She starts put the plug in my ass. It hurts like a bitch, if i wasn't tied down I would run. She has stop pushing, it is fullness that is so weird. It is also not all bad when the pain stop. She is slowly pushing it in and out my ass. 

"I'm going to leave that in there for a while" She comes around to face me. "I'm going to take the gag out, don't scream. No one can hear you anyway." 

She takes the gag off and kisses me. If it wasn't for the semi forced sex you have no other option this would be the best kiss of my life. "You are going to suck my dick and then eat pussy. Understood?" 

"Why do I need to suck your dick if it isn't real?" 

"Strike number 4, do not question me. It is power thing. You need to know that I am your mistress and you are nothing but a cute girl with three holes for my use. You are my fuck toy, slave. You are a cunt, do not question me again. Plus when we gangbang you I will make sure your are air tight. Have to make sure you can suck dick." Avery replies. 

"Yes miss..." I couldn't even finish talking before she shoved her fake cock in my mouth. It tasted like my pussy. I never understood sucking dick. In and out she shoved her cock in my mouth. She put her cock in and held it there, I have strong gag reflexes and this isn't helping. Five minutes of almost gagging and she started to take the strapon off. She climbs on the bed and puts her pussy in front of me. 

"I was about to cum earlier from pounding you but you ruined it with your cumming. Eat me out bitch, you better make me cum or so help me god I whip your ass and let my soroity sisters have their fun with you already." 

I ate her pussy with all the effort and desire I could if this was a normal situation and hadn't just been threatened with gang rape. I love eating pussy. My favorite activity really. It was 3 minutes before she came. She was already really wet. 

"Good job slave, she looked at her watch, it is 1 am. All those shots knocked you out for a few hours. We were day drinking. We have been playing for two hours or so. I had to help carry your fat ass in here. I'm going to bed. I'm going to leave you just the way you are. Who know maybe you will be woke up with a bigger dick in your pussy. Good night you fucking cunt. And yes that plug is staying in your ass." She kissed me again. Why is this crazy women an amazing kisser.

This was just the first day I guess, so many more days to go.



Back to School



This is a story written from an idea sparked by a conversation with a very dear friend. This is dedicated to him and we hope you enjoy it.

*****

I was so excited. This was going to be the first day at my new job. I had recently been appointed as the receptionist and administrative assistant at the local Elementary School. I set the alarm to wake me up early, so that I could get ready and make sure I would be on time. I was excited but also nervous. I had yet to meet my new boss, Mr Michaels, the Principal of the school. I had been hired by his deputy, so I would be meeting him for the first time today.

The State had just enacted an affirmative LGBT action hiring program. This meant that as a pre-op transsexual, I could be considered for jobs that would in the normal way not be open to me. Personally, I think I got the job because no one else applied. Only the Principal and his Deputy knew about my status, and the deputy had just taken a leave of absence with a stress related illness. I hoped that was not because he had hired me. That left only Mr Michaels at the school who would be aware of the real me. That suited me fine; teachers have a reputation for being conservative so it would avoid any unpleasantness.

I had a nice bath to relax myself and I took a long time to get my makeup right, not too plain but definitely not too showy. I wanted to make a good impression on my first day. I tried three different shades of lipstick before I decided on a subtle pink. I knew that it matched my light skin coloring, courtesy of my mother's Nordic heritage, which also accounted for my blonde hair. I pulled it up into a ponytail for today to keep it nice and businesslike.

I have been transitioning since I was 16 and have dressed full time since I was 18. I pass easily as a woman and I get some nice looks from men and a few women too. Hormones have allowed me to develop some small but perky breasts and I have yet to have any complaints in that area. I had to tuck myself this morning as my cock is small but still functional despite the hormones I have been taking since I was 18, and I didn't want any accidents.

I chose a sexy pair of panties, which always makes me feel nice; small and pink with lace trim around the legs and waist, and a bra to match. I thought a more demure look than my usual style would be in order, so a nice light blue skirt, only two inches above the knee instead of my usual six, teamed with a matching two button tailored jacket with a white blouse. I picked out some nude pantyhose as it was still a little cold outside. I fussed over which shoes to wear and finally settled on a pair of strappy sandals with a two inch heel, short by my standards. I took a last look in the mirror and thought, Mmm, looks nice, good body, nice hair and a cute face. I was good to go.

I had a quick coffee on the way to the school and exactly at the appointed time I pulled into the staff parking lot, then walked over to the school entrance. My knees were shaking and I told myself to get a grip, I am sure he is going to be nice and everything would be fine. I took a deep breath and walked into the school. Mr Michaels had asked me to arrive a little early this morning so we could get to know each other before the other staff arrived. I found my way to the Principal's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," I heard a voice call from inside the office. Mmm, nice mellow voice, I thought. I pushed open the door and standing up from behind his desk was Mr Michaels. I recognized him from his photograph displayed in the hallway, but it had not done him any justice at all. He walked around the desk and held out his hand.

"Hi, welcome to the school. I'm Andrew Michaels and you're Nicole, I believe? Is that what you prefer?"

His handshake was firm and friendly; not trying to crush my fingers or one of those limp handshakes that make you cringe.

"Nicole is fine, but most people call me Nikkie," I said.

"OK, Nikkie it is, if that's alright. You can call me Andy, but sometimes, we may have to be a bit more formal. Please, sit down. Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

Nice friendly start I thought.

"Oh, yes please, black, no sugar if that's OK."

He turned to a coffee machine in the corner of the office and started to pour a cup.

"We'll have a coffee and then I'll give you an orientation tour if that's OK?"

As he poured the coffee, I got to have a good look at him. I guessed mid thirties in age; dark brown hair, hazel eyes, about 5ft 11 in height, and a mustache and goatee with some salt and pepper coloring which made him look very dashing. He had his jacket over the back of his office chair and was wearing a tight dark blue polo shirt. I could see he had a nice physique; he probably worked out as I could see good muscle definition as the shirt tightened across his chest. As he bent over at the coffee machine I sneaked a look at his ass. Nice and tight down there as well I thought.

All in all, a very attractive package. I felt a little tingle in my cock and I thought no, please, no, don't embarrass me now, of all times. He came back round with my coffee and he sat on the corner of his desk twirling his glasses as he talked. He had my resume in his hand and we chatted about my past experience. I was definitely feeling a little buzz as Andy smiled at me as he talked, and I could feel my cock getting even naughtier. Of course, because cocks have a mind of their own, they ignore what their owners want, and just please themselves. So, I just had to adjust myself and cross my legs to make myself a little more comfortable. I saw his eyes widen as I did so, and I thought, oh yes, he noticed that alright.

He walked back around his desk and sat down. There seemed to be a little red flush to his cheeks but I thought nothing of it. He checked his watch and said that the staff would be here soon, so why didn't we have that orientation tour now, and he would introduce me to them at the morning staff meeting. He came round the desk and I stood to follow him. As I turned, my heel caught in the carpet and I tumbled forward right into his arms. He caught me in what felt like a pair of strong arms and stopped me falling any further. As I fell, my hand had instinctively gone out to save myself, and I brushed down the front of his pants. Oh my! There was no doubt about it. My hand had bumped into something a lot harder down there than I had expected. As I lay in his arms, I began to wonder if there could be more to this job than I had bargained for.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I'm so clumsy," I said as I held onto him for support. Mmm, this feels nice, I thought.

He had blushed when he caught me and I thought that was very sweet. "I didn't expect you to fall for me quite this quickly," he said and I giggled.

"Ahem," I heard someone clear their throat behind me and I saw Andy's eyes widen as he looked over my shoulder towards the door behind me.

"Ahh, Miss Williams, this is Nicole, our new receptionist, she had just tripped up..."

I realized he was still holding me. Oops, this could look awkward so I moved away from him and said, "Thank you so much, Mr Michaels, I could have fallen badly there."

"Erm, that's OK Nicole, let me introduce you to Miss Williams, our temporary Deputy Principal."

Miss Williams? No, it can't be, she would have to be over a hundred years old by now. I turned and my heart sank. It was the old dragon, looking as mean as ever. Miss Williams, my teacher in fifth grade.

Shit, shit, shit, please, not her, I thought. She had made every day of my life hell whilst I was in her class. She had been horrible to everyone, but had taken a special dislike to me and delighted in making me as unhappy as she could.

I shuddered inside, but managed to smile and said, "Good morning, Miss Williams, I am delighted to meet you," I put out my hand to shake hers and very reluctantly she took mine and just touched it with hers as if she might catch something.

"Likewise, I'm sure."

I guess all school kids think their teachers are ancient, whatever their real age. I did some quick mental math and realized that she could easily still be teaching now.

She ignored me and looked back at Andy. "Mr Michaels, don't forget you should call the Mayor about the pageant."

"Thank you, Miss Williams, I will." He paused. "Actually, if I do that now, could you give Nicole a tour of the school, Miss Williams?" He smiled at her, and his eyes twinkled. I thought if he smiled like that at me I would do a cartwheel for him on the spot. Looking as if she would rather eat live geckos, she agreed.

"This way, Miss...?"

Thank God I had changed my name when I transitioned. "It's Adams, Miss Williams."

She had known me as Nick Wayne and I had chosen Adams simply because my favorite beer at the time was Sam Adams.

"Please follow me, Miss Adams."

"Actually, I prefer Ms Adams, Miss Williams."

"I'm sure you do, Miss Adams."

She obviously hadn't lost her touch over the years. Still as mean as a rattlesnake.

As I turned to leave I looked back over my shoulder at Andy and he was clearly checking out my ass. I smiled to myself and the imp in me put an extra wiggle in my walk as I left with Miss Williams.

The school was delightful, with big windows allowing plenty of light into the classrooms, and brightly colored project work and art covering the walls. The rooms looked and felt like happy places, and I felt sure the children would love being in here. It was totally unlike the dark and horrible elementary school where Miss Williams had tortured me. Maybe it had felt dark and horrible to us back then because she had been there. She must hate it here, I thought.

We finished the tour and she brought me to the Staff Room for the meeting. As she opened the door, she turned to me and asked, "Have we met before? You seem to be familiar, but I can't quite place where."

A little shiver went through me but I managed a sweet smile, "Nooo, I don't think so, Miss Williams, I am sure I would have remembered you." She frowned and ushered me into the meeting.

Andy introduced me to the others and there was a chorus of hellos, Hiyas and welcomes. Everyone seemed nice apart from Miss Williams, who sat in the corner and seemed to be taking a close interest in me. The meeting ended and Andy said let's get you sorted in the office. As we walked back the children were beginning to come in and their laughter and giggling filled the hallways. They would quieten down when they saw Andy but they didn't seem to be scared of him and he smiled as he watched them milling around. I was standing quite close to him and I became aware of his cologne, something warm, woody and very masculine. We made it back to his office where he showed me my workstation and desk.

It had a view of the main hallway and a straight line of sight into his office where I would be able to see him at his desk. I hung my purse on the back of my chair and settled down at the desk. Andy stood a little behind me as I started the computer and he told me to read the school's policy manual which had a lot of information about processes and contained most of what I would need to know. We should then meet at lunchtime for a review. He asked me to hold all calls this morning and just give him a list of them at lunchtime.

He looked down at me with those hazel eyes and smiled as he said, "I hope you settle in here, Nikkie, I think you've made a good start already. Oh, and don't worry about Miss Williams, Loretta's bark is worse than her bite."

Oh, no it's not, I thought to myself, I knew her bite was far, far worse.

As he turned to go his hand accidentally brushed my shoulder and I felt a little thrill run through me. This wouldn't do, getting the hots for the Principal. Well, not on the first day anyhow. I spent the morning reading, getting to grips with the school computer system and answering the phone. I have taught myself to be very good with computers and this system was so basic that it took me only a few minutes to get to grips with it. I quickly saw there were a lot of things I could do to make the school processes much more efficient with only a little extra effort.

Some of the staff drifted in for meetings with Andy and I got to know some of them a little better as they waited for Andy. When he wasn't in a meeting his door was open so I could see him only a few feet away from my desk. I would look up from time to time and it surprised me how often I caught him looking at me. Just checking up on me to see that I'm working, I thought.

Once, between meetings, he called me through to ask if I wanted some coffee. He said the school coffee was so awful that he had brought in his own supply and that I could help myself from the machine if I wished. I thanked him and as I walked back to my workstation it struck me that there was no modesty panel to my desk. It meant Andy could look straight across and he would be able to see my legs beneath the desk.

Now I'm not a prude and it didn't worry me at all, but maybe I could have a little fun. I found that if I was looking at the computer, I could just peek at Andy over the top of the screen so that it would appear as if I was staring at the screen. The first time I caught him looking at me I nonchalantly crossed my legs beneath the desk. I almost smirked as his eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he quickly looked back down at his desk. The second time, I just moved my legs apart ever so slightly, and he went bright pink and almost fell off his chair.

I began to consider something that had just occurred to me. Andy knew I was transgender, and yet, here he was, getting all hot and bothered about me. I do have a little devil that lives inside my head who sometimes makes me do naughty things. Now, it clearly said to me, let's see where this goes. At lunch Andy asked me to come into his office for our scheduled review. He explained he normally worked through lunch but, of course, I would be free to take my lunch hour every day. I gave him the list of callers from the morning and he asked me if I had any questions. I had quite a few and he answered some, and gave me the names of other staff members who could answer specifics.

I said, I am a bit confused about this, and waved a piece of a paper at him. He asked me to show him, so I walked around to his side of the desk and put the paper down in front of him. In order to point to what I wanted to clarify, I had to bend forward over his shoulder and my breast pressed against his arm. He moved his arm away a little and I just moved slightly so that my breast touched his arm again. He didn't move away this time. Instead, he moved back so that his arm pushed into my breast. There was no mistake, that move was deliberate.

I felt my cock give another little jolt; this was getting me turned on. I held my stance and increased the pressure on his arm and he pushed back again. He was pointing at the paper and explaining what it meant. Casually pointing at something a couple of lines further down the page I allowed my hand to brush his. He didn't move his hand away and I left mine just brushing his. I looked down and could see very clearly that there was a bulge in his chinos which he was unsuccessfully trying to conceal with a sheet of paper.

Oh Lordy, what an effect I'm having, I thought.

"Miss Adams, can I have a moment, please?" Both Andy and I jumped as Miss Williams stood at the door.

Shit, what had the old bat seen? Nothing, I hoped, just Andy and me looking down at a sheet of paper on his desk. No harm done, I thought.

"Yes, of course, Miss Williams, what can I do for you?"

I walked to the door and turned to close the door to Andy's office, looked straight at him and winked. I knew he would have blushed at that. Miss Williams needed me to check on some staff details and I quickly did that and emailed it to her. As she left, she took another long look at me and said, "I'm so sorry Miss Adams, but I do feel I've met you before somewhere."

"In town, maybe? It's Nikkie, by the way."

"What is?"

"My name, people call me Nikkie."

She looked down her nose and said, "I think I shall leave it at Miss Adams."

Cow, cow, cow. I guess I won't be calling her Loretta anytime soon, or having cosy little chats together. She was making me a bit nervous as she kept on about having met me before. Even though I thought there was no way she could connect me with Nick, it was a little worrying.

The afternoon went smoothly and I became more confident answering the phone and deciding which calls to hold for Andy and which to put through. More of the staff popped in and were really friendly, probably because they would be asking me for favors in the future, but in the end, who cares? They were mostly nice people.

I mentioned to Andy that I had some ideas for improving the systems, and he asked if I were willing to stay on this afternoon so that we could discuss them. I didn't have any plans this evening so I agreed. My personal life was a disaster zone; my last boyfriend had dumped me by text a few months before, as he had decided he really was gay after all, and was now living with a male dancer in Santa Fe. The well had come up dry ever since. There had been a couple of quickies in the backs of cars but that had been that. So I had no reason to rush home at all.

I amused myself hacking Miss Williams" password, and had done it in a few seconds - "drowssap" is not a secure password. Did I tell you I was a part time hacker as well? Shoot, a girl has to have some secrets as well. Andy finally called me into his office and closed the door behind him.

"Let's not be disturbed this time."

He moved his chair over and I pulled one of the visitor chairs over to sit next to Andy so we both could look at the screen. We had gone through a couple of ideas, when I felt his leg bump into mine. I moved slightly as I assumed it had been an accident, but when it happened again, I thought, OK let's see how far this goes. I pushed back with my leg and Andy kept his pressed against mine. We stayed that way for a while and then I felt his hand just stray onto my leg. Ohh, what do I do now? How do I feel about this? His hand didn't move back and I snuck a sneaky peek at him. I really liked him I decided, he was good looking and kind and more than anything, he knows I am transgender.

I have had some bad experiences when guys hit on me not knowing who I really am. When they find out, of course it's my fault, and some take it personally. It's never got to real violence, but I've had to talk or run fast more than once. He moved his hand a little further, so this time I turned to face him and said, "Mr Michaels, what are you doing?"

He whipped his hand away so fast I thought his fingers would fly off. He jumped sideways and said, "I'm sorry, my hand just slipped. It won't happen again."

I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I sincerely hope it does," I picked up his hand with mine and put it back on my leg and said sweetly, "Now, where were we?"

I looked at Andy's face and I had to giggle, his eyes were bulging and his mouth was wide open. I leant over and put my finger to his lips to tell him to keep quiet and put one hand behind his head and pulled him towards me until our lips met. I took his glasses off and he began to kiss me back, his tongue finding mine as he pulled me towards him. His hand began to move on my leg and I moaned a little to encourage him. He kept his hand moving up my leg and it began to slip under my skirt...

There was a loud knock on the door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as Miss Williams" voice came clearly through the door, "Mr Michaels, are you in there?"

"Will that damn woman never leave me alone?" Andy whispered as he tried to compose himself. I giggled and moved my chair away from his before remembering his glasses, and I quickly stuck them back on his face.




Back to School



"Yes, Miss Williams, I'm in here, you can come in."

She came in like a rhinoceros charging a safari bus.

"Mr Michaels, I really must protest..." she hauled up short when she spotted me. "Oh, Miss Adams, you're here..." she trailed off.

"Hello, Miss Williams." I smiled sweetly.

Andy turned to me and said calmly, "Thank you Nikkie, I think those are excellent ideas so let's meet tomorrow morning if we can, to organize implementation."

"You're welcome Mr Michaels, and good night. Good night to you too, Miss Williams."

"Oh yes, and to you Miss Adams."

As I left Andy's office I heard him say with a sigh, "Now, what is it this time, Miss Williams?"

"I really must protest, Mr Michaels..." There was a spiteful tone in her voice and I felt sorry for Andy.

That evening I had a text from Andy.

"Can you make it in at 0700?"

School started at 0730 normally, so that was no problem.

"Yes, look forward to it." I added "XOXO" just for the hell of it.

I spent the rest of the evening wondering about what I was getting myself into and what the morning would bring. I thought that it was pretty clear what Andy was after and following a barren spell I was up for it too.

I choose my outfit carefully again in the morning, my lingerie was a bit more risqué than yesterday. Hey, if it makes you feel sexier, it's worth it. I picked out a simple shift dress in pink with lace sleeves matched with salmon pink low heel shoes. The dress was a little higher over the knee than the previous day but it was still quite modest. I threw my purse into the car and headed off to the school.

I arrived just before Andy pulled into the parking lot, and waited for him to get his bag out of the car. We said Hi and walked through to his office where he dumped his bag onto his chair.

"One thing I forgot to show you yesterday, Nikkie, is the stockroom where we keep all the teaching supplies. You and I have the only keys to it, so before anything else let me show you the room and you can have the key."

"OK Andy." I wondered and hoped I knew where this was going.

"It's up on the second floor, so if you're OK, let's go see it." We chatted about the unseasonal cool weather and when would it start to get warmer again. Anyone overhearing us would die of boredom within a few minutes.

We arrived at a door which Andy opened with a key from his keyring and then said loudly, "Nikkie, this is your key, let me show you what's in here," He handed me a key and opened the door for me to walk through first. He followed me into a small room stacked full of boxes and resource materials neatly shelved with a few spare desks over to one side. The door automatically closed behind us and as I turned round to ask Andy a question his wrapped his arms around me, pulled me in close and kissed me. Ohhh, I thought that was fast. I caught the smell of his lovely cologne again and I leaned into him and returned the kiss. Believe it or not I had never kissed a guy with a mustache before and the first impression was that it tickled. I giggled a little and that made him pull back.

"What, oh God, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this." I saw his face drop.

"Andy calm down, I'm not going to scream the place down." I pulled him towards me and kissed him again. "It's just that, what if someone comes in?"

That killer smile spread across his face and he said, "The door locks automatically behind us and you and I have the only keys, remember?"

A big grin spread across my face and I put one hand behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He put his arms around me again and we stood there for a while just kissing; learning and enjoying the way we liked to use our lips and tongues. His hands dropped to my ass and he drew me tight into his body and I moaned as I felt his hard cock push into my tummy. My own cock was getting hard too now and I'm sure Andy could feel that too.

He moved one hand away from my ass and started to stroke my cock through my dress. Ohh, that felt so good, my knees almost buckled as long pent up emotions rippled through me. Andy moved his hand away from my cock and he moved up to squeeze my breasts. My nipples, which are very sensitive, immediately hardened and I moaned again as he rubbed them through my bra. I took one hand down from behind his neck and found his cock, big and hard within the constraint of his pants. I unzipped him and managed to reach in to pull aside his briefs and release his straining cock. My Lord, I thought, that feels nice and large. I put my fingers around it and began to stroke his cock, he moaned at my touch, and began to thrust his hips forward so that it slid through my hand.

I broke the kiss and pulling my dress up I slid down to my knees and found myself looking straight at one one the nicest cocks I had ever seen. It was at least 7 inches long and thick and with the slit already glistening with pre-cum. I glanced up and he was looking down at me, his eyes wide with excitement. Holding his gaze, I kissed the tip of his cock and felt it twitch at the touch of my lips. I slid my tongue over the head, lapping it at first and then flicking my tongue against it.

I heard Andy moan and he closed his eyes and put his hands on the back of my head to keep me in place. I moved my head forwards and took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and just flicking the most sensitive part underneath where the head meets the shaft. Andy literally jumped when I did this and his cock slid right out of my mouth along my cheek.

"Oh my God," I heard him whisper.

I managed to get him back into my mouth and began to use everything on him; tongue, lips, hands and even teeth to drive him on. He was thrusting his cock deep into my mouth now and I could feel him getting harder and his movements more urgent. I sensed he was close and used my hand to bring him closer and closer.

"Nikkie, Nikkie, I'm coming, I'm coming."

I kept pumping him and with a "Fuuucccckkk, he exploded into my mouth. His knees buckled and I just managed to keep him in my mouth long enough to take his full load. His cum tasted fine and I was glad for that, as he had cum what felt like pints. I swallowed and looked up at him and grinned, he smiled back, pulled me up to my feet and kissed me. That's nice, I thought, men don't always want to do that after I have blown them.

He pulled back a little still holding me in his arms and said, "Nikkie, that was fantastic."

"Mmm," I said, "I enjoyed it too, breakfast of champions."

He laughed at that and then looked at his watch, "Oh my Lord, we have to get going. Nikkie, I know we can't talk now, but I think we need to, don't you?"

I nodded, wondering what that might mean, but he squeezed my hand and gave me another little kiss. I took a minute to make sure both he and I were tidied up before he opened the door and we left the stock room.

We walked slap into Miss Williams. Fuck, I thought, this woman is haunting me.

Andy, cool as a cucumber, said breezily, "Good morning, Miss Williams, how are you? I've just been showing Nikkie here the stockroom process."

I had to bite my lip hard to stop myself laughing and she looked at me in a very strange way.

"Very good, Mr Michaels, Miss Adams. Good morning to you both. May I have some time later, Mr Michaels?"

I sensed Andy's shoulders sag slightly, and he said, "Of course, Miss Williams."

The rest of the day went quietly. I got on with learning the school routines and getting to know the staff a little better. They seemed to be a mixed bunch, different ages and backgrounds but I was impressed with their enthusiasm for their job and the way they focussed on the children. A school is led by its principal and I could see Andy's guiding hand throughout the school, especially in the way the kids reacted to him. He was always positive and upbeat with them, although I did see him being tough on some of the staff, but they seemed to respect him for that. I also had time to start putting into place some of the improvements Andy had liked the previous evening.

There was one time I caught Andy looking my way, and I just shifted a little in my chair, pulled my dress up to my thighs and opened my legs a little. I knew he could see my panties under the desk because he went a lovely shade of pink. He was trying not to smile but failed and had to look away before he burst into laughter.

After the children had left for the day and the staff members were leaving, Andy asked me to come into his office. He closed the door and invited me to sit on one of the visitor chairs. He was pacing around the room looking as if he were building up to something. My heart sank; he was going to let me go after what happened this morning. I was convinced of it. I would be fired after two days, which would be a new record even for me.

"Nikkie, look, about what happened this morning, you see, I..."

I cut him off, "I get it, you really like me, but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay and you're going to let me go. It won't be the first time and probably not the last."

He paused and looked at me over the top of his glasses, "Oh my God, is that what you think? I'm so sorry, I don't want you to leave. That's the last thing I want. I've waited for such a long time to meet someone like you. I really want you to stay."

I was relieved and flattered at what he had said, but why was he so worked up? He came over to sit down next to me in the other visitor chair and lowered his voice.

"Nikkie, I wanted to tell you that I am bi. I like men and women, but what I like most of all are girls like you. The sight of you yesterday sitting at that desk was driving me crazy. You looked so perfectly feminine, yet I knew you had something extra hidden beneath the desk. Of course, I knew you were transgender from your application but I had no idea you would be so beautiful. You took my breath away yesterday."

Oh my, my head was spinning. I couldn't think straight, Andy was looking into my eyes and he sounded so sincere.

"Andy, that's so sweet of you, but I'm not beautiful."

"Nikkie, let me be the judge of that." He leant forwards and gave me a little kiss on the lips. I felt my heart flip as his lips touched mine and my cock started to twitch in my panties. My head was spinning now and I didn't know what to think. I needed some time to straighten this out in my head.

I blurted, "I'm sorry." I picked up my purse and ran out of the office and out to my car. As I ran out of the entrance I almost bumped into Miss Williams.

"Well, really, Miss Adams, there's no running inside the school." I just kept on running until I got to my car. I sat there for a few minutes, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I slapped the wheel in confusion and frustration. This was not like me, I was normally so cool and in control. Andy had really got to me. Oh, hell, what was I going to do?

I drove back to the apartment on auto pilot and I retreated to my favorite place to relax and think - my bathroom. I lit some scented candles, ran the bath, threw in some of my best bath oil and sank deep into the warm embrace of the water. I love spas and this was about as close as I could get at the moment. I closed my eyes and just let the aromas do their magic. I heard my phone buzzing as a text message came through and I ignored it. I needed some serious me time right now.

Gradually my head began to clear and I started to think more clearly. This had happened so quickly with Andy, but I had enjoyed it. He was sweet and good looking, and he knew about me and he didn't care, more than that, it excited him. I knew I should slow this down, but what the hell, life isn't a dress rehearsal.

I reached for my phone and looked at the last text. It was from Andy. "R U OK?"

I thought just for a moment and replied, "Yes, all OK. Sorry. Same time same place tomorrow? XOXO"

Andy came back straight away. "OK C U Then"

I woke early the following morning and went for a run before heading off to the school. Running in the cool air of the morning is the perfect way for me to de-stress. The hypnotic nature of running just seems to strip me of any worries and cares. Bouncing along with my ponytail flowing behind me just seems to clear the senses. Arriving back at the apartment I felt calm and ready to face what was to come.

After a long hot shower I picked out a pretty lace bra and matching panties, decided not to wear any pantyhose today, even though it was still cool outside. A flared skirt just above the knee and a pretty white blouse completed the outfit. I pulled on a short coat to beat off the morning chill and I headed for the car.

I arrived and saw Andy's car already in the parking lot and I hurried through to his office thinking I was late. I opened the door and there stood Miss Williams talking animatedly to Andy. I thought, will I ever escape from this woman? Andy was frowning and had his arms crossed over his chest. I had the sudden and uncomfortable feeling they were talking about me. I thought with a sinking feeling that this would put the lid on anything happening this morning between Andy and me. I nodded to both of them as I walked past and Andy smiled, but Miss Williams just glowered at me. "Old bitch," I thought, though I kept on smiling.

I must have been a few yards past them when I heard Andy yell, "Nikkie, wait up."

I turned round and he was striding towards me, his eyes blazing.

"What's up?" I said.

"Nothing," he said, "but that woman is just too much. A saint would struggle to keep their temper with her. Thinks she can do my job better than me."

He took my elbow in his hand and pushed me down the corridor and past his office. I looked round at him and started to say something. He just put his finger to his lips and we kept walking further down the hallway until we came to a door. Andy opened it and ushered me inside. It turned out to be a disused classroom that seemed to be set up for meetings. It was quite pokey with no external windows and it must have been horrible as a classroom.

Andy took a look around, kicked the door shut and turned the lock. There was a small observation window in the door but it only gave a limited view of the room inside. Over in one corner was a table pushed up against the wall and he grabbed my hand and pulled me gently towards it. It was obvious we couldn't be seen from the window. He still hadn't spoken a word since we entered the room.

He turned, put his arms around me and said, "I am sorry for yesterday. I thought I had ruined everything when you ran out."

I looked at him for a few seconds and then decided to let a kiss be my answer. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in tight to me and our lips locked together.

"No, it's me who should be sorry," I whispered, "I just got a bit flustered, that's all. I had to get things straight in my head."

I pulled him in for another kiss and his hands dropped down and he began to caress my ass. Now if there's one thing that gets my motor running, it is feeling someone's hands all over my ass. I moaned as we kissed and I pushed my hips even closer to his. I felt an instant response from his cock as it began to push into my tummy. I felt my own cock respond as our tongues flicked and fenced at each other. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and I heard him moan this time. I dropped one hand from around his neck, pushed him up against the wall then pulled his polo shirt up over his chest and began to kiss his chest. His nipples started to harden straight away and I took each in turn into my mouth and sucked and nipped them until he was making little sounds somewhere in his throat. He suddenly dropped his hands and began pulling up my skirt.

"Wait," I said, stepped back and unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor. I looked down and could see my cock pushing up and over the top of my panties. I bit my lip and looked shyly at Andy. This was the point of no return. This was when guys could no longer pretend I was really a girl. If he was serious about me, this is when I would be able to tell. He looked down at my cock, back up to me, smiled that killer smile of his, and I watched his eyes as he put his hand down, touched it gently and began stroking me. I remembered to breathe again and he kissed me once more, his mustache now no longer tickling me. I felt his strong fingers gently encircle my cock and he began to move his hand up and down.

My insides started to flutter as he stroked and rubbed my cock to hardness, and I knew by then he was really into me. I eased his hand away from my cock and with him still pushed up against the wall, I slid to my knees and quickly unzipped him. His chinos fell to the floor with his cock standing straight out from his groin. I looked up to see him smiling down at me and I kissed the purple glistening head and he jumped a little. I put one hand around the base of his cock, pushed it upwards and began to lick in long slow strokes along the length of his shaft. I felt his knees sag a little as I sucked just the head between my lips and allowed my tongue to play around it.

I slid it out and repeated the actions all over again, licking and sucking slowly to get him as hard as possible before taking the whole shaft into my mouth. I took him deep until my nose touched his pubic hair. I pulled back and began to rock backwards and forward, sucking his cock deep into my throat. I gagged a couple of times but kept a steady rhythm going and his hands settled on my head as he looked down at me. I let his cock slip out and took each of his heavy balls into mouth in turn and rolled them around inside. This really got to him and I felt his hands tightening on my head. That normally means men are about to come and I stood up, kissed him and said, "I want you in me, please?"

He blinked once and then nodded. I dove for my purse where I kept a small bottle of lube, and with shaking hands, slathered some over his cock and around my hole. There was no time to waste and I leant over the edge of the desk, opened up my ass cheeks, pulled my panties to one side and looked back at Andy, "Fuck me now, please Andy."

He looked down at my ass once, grinned and put the tip of his cock at my entrance. He teased me a little with it, pressing it in and then pulling it back.

"Now, please, Andy, now." I was practically pleading with him.

He pushed hard and as I pushed back he slipped past the muscle and into my ass pussy. I grunted as I adjusted to having him inside and he began to push harder and harder. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he plunged his full length into me. I was being pushed hard into the table and I had to use my hands to steady myself. I could feel him growing inside me as I tried to tighten my muscles around his cock. He gave one big thrust, groaned and then I could feel his cum pouring into me. He kept driving into me for a few times and then I felt him stop and slowly pull out of me. I felt suddenly empty as his cock came out and I lay there for a few seconds trying to catch my breath.

Andy helped me up, kissed me and said, "Nikkie, there aren't any words to describe how I feel. I have never come so hard in my life."

I will never know if that was true, but it made my insides do a little jump as he said it.

I said, "Well I'm glad I didn't wear pantyhose today," and giggled.

I pulled my skirt back on and we tidied ourselves up quickly but carefully. I had learnt from bitter and embarrassing experience to carry a panty shield in my bag and I was grateful for that foresight this morning. Andy unlocked the door and checked the corridor and we slipped out and arrived back at the office unseen.

When I eventually sat down at my desk, I had a feeling that someone had been messing about at my desk. I could swear that some of my papers and bits and pieces had been moved slightly. There was nothing I could put my finger on and I shrugged, thinking that Andy had probably been looking for something. The rest of the day was a bit of an anticlimax after the morning's events and we settled into the daily routine. Andy had meetings with parents and some local officials and asked me to take notes in a couple of them, and it was fun to see him in action. He seemed to be firm but fair with the teachers and staff, but was obviously fiercely loyal to the children in the school.




Back to School



I had trouble focussing at times in the meetings, with my mind wandering back to this morning and the feeling of his cock in my booty. This was Friday and Andy had some after-school duties, and I had a regular session with my girl pals that evening. As I gathered up my things, Andy came over and wished me a good weekend. As I turned to leave he leaned close and said, "I'm coming in for a few hours tomorrow, nobody else will be around. If you're, I mean if you haven't got other plans..." The look on his face was priceless.

Little did he know I would cancel a private audience with the Pope if he had asked me to. I grinned. "Mr Michaels, are you asking me to do some overtime?"

He looked puzzled. "Well, no, I mean, I don't think s... Oh." The penny dropped and he said, "Yes, that's right, but only if it's good with you, I mean."

I touched him gently on the arm, "Andy, of course, it's good with me, what time, sweetie?" He swallowed and said, "Would 10am be alright?"

I smiled broadly. "I'll be sure to be there honey." I turned and really worked my ass as I walked away. I threw a look over my shoulder as I reached the door and he was standing watching me, or my ass, to be honest. I blew him a kiss and that grin spread across his face.

I had a blast with my girl pals that night and they all caught on that something had changed.

"Who's the lucky man then?" one asked. "You haven't stopped smiling all evening." I swear I blushed down to my toes. That dragged a huge cheer from them all as I tried to hide my face behind my hands. I went to sleep that night thinking of the grin on Andy's face as I left the school.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, the sun warm but still with a cooling wind. I went for a short run primarily to get rid of the effects of the previous night. After a shower I wondered what I should wear. I pulled on white panties, picked up the matching bra, paused as a wicked thought went through my mind and put it back down again. I settled for a pair of loose, white cotton shorts matched with a print top. The top was quite short and left about a couple of inches of my tummy showing. Some white sandals completed the outfit. It was definitely weekend wear but I though still modest enough to get away with. I spent a little extra time on my hair and face, hair tousled and makeup light, but highlighting my eyes. I looked one more time in the mirror to check everything one more time, picked up my purse and headed out of the door.

I stopped to pick up coffees for both of us, as well as a muffin as a reward to me for the run this morning. I pulled into the staff parking lot just after 10 am and there was only one car already there, a beautiful red Mustang with the top down. As Andy drove a gray SUV, I walked past it thinking it must be a parent's or visitor's car. I guessed Andy must be a little late as I strolled into the office and sat down at my desk, put my purse on the floor when a pair of hands covered my eyes from behind and someone kissed my neck.

"Oh my God," I screamed and turned round to see Andy standing there grinning like a kid.

"Gotcha," his grin got even bigger and my heart rate started to come down a little.

"Andy Michaels, you are a very bad man, I may have to go change my panties after that."

He stroked my hair, bent down to give me a kiss and said, "Sorry, you look beautiful this morning."

I kissed him back and said, "OK, you're forgiven, but remember, next time I may pepper spray you," He laughed and pulled me up out of my chair and holding my hand walked me into his office.

"Anyway, I didn't think you were here yet, I didn't see your ca..oh, is the Mustang yours?"

He smiled and with obvious pride said, "All mine, like it?"

"Andy, it's gorgeous, do I get a ride in it then?" I fluttered my eyelashes and made a pretty please face. He laughed and said yes, but only if I was good.

I giggled and said, "I can be good but I can be very bad as well, which do you want today?"

For an answer, he put his arms around me and drew me in for a long and passionate kiss. I put my arms up around his neck and I felt myself melt into his arms. He kicked the door shut behind me and we stood there just enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms and the pleasure of our lips locked together. He was a great kisser, taking his time and not just diving in with his tongue, making sure I was getting as much enjoyment from it as he was. His lips moved from mine to my neck and he gave little butterfly kisses up and down so that I tilted my head back and moaned a little in my throat. With my head back he licked my neck a couple of times with his tongue as a cat might and I moaned again as this made me feel weak at the knees. My body was already reacting to this stimulus and I could feel my cock growing inside my shorts.

He moved his hands up underneath my top and I felt his surprise as he found my bare breasts with the nipples already hardening.

I drew back and smiled. "You like?"

He smiled broadly, "Oh I like. I like very much."

I reached down and pulled my top off and dropped it on the floor. Andy immediately took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck. My nipples are really sensitive and as his tongue flicked the tip I nearly fainted with the pleasure. As he sucked one he nipped the other between his fingers and rolled it until it was almost too much to bear. I pulled his face up to mine as my lips were burning for another kiss and I attacked his lips with mine, running my tongue along his lips and nipping his bottom one with my teeth. I saw his eyes widen a little with the sudden pain but I felt his body react as he pulled me even tighter to him.

He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue Wranglers and I pushed his t- shirt up so I could get at his nipples and I did the same to him as he had done to me. He moaned this time and as he pushed his groin into me I could feel his hard cock even through the jeans. I pulled his t-shirt off, after all fair's fair, my top had been off for a while, and nipped one of his nipples with my teeth. He giggled and said, "Is that all you've got?"

I shut him up with a sharper nip and dropped to my knees. I unbuckled his belt, undid the fly and reached inside for my prize. His cock stood straight out and I took it in my hand, looked up at him and said, "I'll show you what I've got," and slid my lips over his cock. I heard him say, "AAAhhh," and I began to tease him with my tongue and lips. I slid my tongue over the head and he twitched as I pushed the cock upwards and flicked the sensitive little part where the underside of the head meets the top of the shaft. How did I know this? I've got one too, remember?

I held his cock up against his belly and licked it from top to bottom three or four times. I know this feels good for a guy and when I'm doing it I love the feeling as my tongue slides over the hot warm skin, it turns me on as much as it does the guys. I turned my head to one side and kissed my way up and down Andy's shaft all the while my fingers were sliding up and down his cock.

He started to breathe real heavy and then said, "Wait." He picked me up from the floor and knelt down in front of me. I looked down and suddenly realized what he intended to do.

"Andy, you don't have to do this," I said my voice thickening with desire.

"I don't have to do it," he said. "I want to do it."

He undid the cloth bow tied around the waist of my shorts and he gently and slowly pulled my shorts down. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he equally gently took my panties in his fingers and pulled them down too. My cock which had been fully aroused for some time now, sprang free and I closed my eyes in anticipation. I shivered as I felt his breath on the head of my cock and his tongue flicked out to kiss the tip. He slid my cock past his lips and I felt his mouth tighten around me. He slowly and gently began to move backwards and forwards, his tongue licking and bathing the head as I instinctively began to rock my hips backwards and forwards. My eyes were still closed as I luxuriated in the warmth of his mouth around my cock and my nerve endings were being shredded by what he was doing to my cock.

I stopped him before I got too carried away and said, "Andy I want you to make love to me now, please, I want you inside me, I can't wait any more."

He smiled up at me, stood up and led me by the hand across to the couch that was pushed up against one wall. He lay me face down on the couch and I looked over my shoulder as he quickly got rid of his boots, and pushed the jeans off.

"My purse, the lube's in my purse."

He smiled and said, "I was a Boy Scout, I came prepared," He reached down and picked up a bottle from the floor where he had obviously placed it in advance.

I laughed and got to my hands and knees, wiggled my ass at him and said, "Go Tiger."

His cock was bigger now than I had seen it before and I licked my lips at the thought of what he was going to do.

He lubed his cock, then bent forward and dragged his tongue across my rosebud and I nearly shrieked as he did it. He put some lube into my hole and then slid one finger in and then added another. I closed my eyes yet again as I felt his fingers move in and out, that wonderful feeling that makes my stomach do flip flops and made me want his cock in there even more. I started to push back against him and he recognized that it was time. He knelt behind me on the couch and touched his cock head against my hole and I groaned. He put his hands on my hips and pushed slowly into me, I pushed back and his cock slipped past the muscle and into me. I bit my lip as the pain of the muscle stretching hit me and the all I could feel was the pleasure of having that beautiful cock inside me.

This was no frantic coupling as our first two sessions had been. Then we were constrained by time and desire. This time we were able to take our time and enjoy the feelings each other's body gave us. Andy's body was like wood seasoned outdoors; tough and hard yet with enough give and flexibility to respond to my body as he moved his cock in and out. He moved too far back once and he popped out of me and I felt lost because his cock was no longer inside me. He quickly got back into me and we built a rhythm each of us learning how the other moved.

He set the pace and tempo and I responded, moving backwards and forwards to help him drive into me. I began to feel his pace quicken and I sensed he was close to a climax as his cock grew inside me. He started to thrust into me really fast and I was moaning with the exquisite pleasure and I swear I could feel his cock swell as his climax passed down through his cock and into me. Andy grunted once and thrust once or twice more before stopping and pulling slowly out of me.

We lay together on the couch, fingers entwined and happy to be just holding each other. Andy stroked my hair and I trailed my fingers down his chest and we talked softly reveling in the opportunity. Andy eventually looked at his watch and said, "We should be moving, I have to meet the Mayor this afternoon about the town pageant."

"Nooo," I said, "just a few minutes more."

He smiled, leaned over and kissed me and ran his hands over my breasts.

"Are you free tomorrow, Nikkie?"

"More overtime, Mr Michaels?" I smiled innocently.

"I thought we might take a trip up into the mountains, go for a hike. Are you up for it?"

"In the Mustang?" I asked excitedly.

"Nope, we'll take my truck, it will be fun," he said.

"You have a truck, too? Awesome."

Fun and mountains were not words that belonged in the same sentence for me. I am not a wilderness girl. Where do you plug in the curling tongs for one thing, and for another, there are lots of wild things in the wilderness. Wild things that can bite, sting or even eat you. That's why it's called the wilderness. On the other hand my Boy Scout here would be with me and that would be worth it I thought. I immediately began planning what to wear.

"Well?" he said.

"OK, I'm in, but if a snake bites my ass, you're going to have suck out the poison."

"It's a deal, now get dressed, we have to move."

I reluctantly let go of him and picked up my things. Luckily I had brought another panty shield with me so any immediate emergency was taken care of.

Andy quickly dressed and we walked out together to the parking lot. We agreed he would pick me up in his truck at my apartment at 9am. He kissed me quickly and slapped me on my butt as I turned to go to my car.

I drove home, really excited about the trip tomorrow with Andy and also a little worried as well. I was a bit nervous about what tomorrow would be like and I really had to trust that Andy knew what he was doing. Most important of all, I was thinking about what to wear. I stopped off on the way back to some shopping and got waylaid by the Sale stickers on the clothing stores. Arriving back at my apartment later than planned, I checked the mailbox, picked up a couple of letters and then gratefully peeled off my clothes.

Wrapping myself in my favorite robe, I filled a glass with some chilled Chardonnay and ran a really warm, foam filled bath. I lit some candles and sank back into the embrace of the hot water. It is sheer bliss to let your mind wander freely with the soft bubbles and the wine buzz helping you along. I found myself thinking about Andy with those hazel eyes and that grin of his. When he smiled at me I literally went weak at the knees, it made me feel shy and yet at the same time I wanted to push him down on the floor and throw myself on top of him. I knew this was happening quickly, but I hadn't met someone like him in how long? Oh, that's right, never. Ok girl, I thought, let's see where this takes us. I did some important stuff, like shaving and moisturizing my legs, as I was planning they would be on show a lot the following day and sorted out some of my washing that was now overflowing the laundry basket.

It was only then that I got round to opening the mail. The first was a utility bill, and the second didn't look official but the name and address was typed. I slit it open and a single sheet of paper fell out onto the floor. As I picked it up and began to read it, I felt my heart almost stop.

HARLOT! I'M WATCHING YOU WHILE YOU SIN

I sat down on the nearest chair and just looked at it. My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was about to pass out. What the hell was this about? I had the thought that it might be meant for someone else, but when I checked the envelope, it was addressed to me. It was then that I noticed there was no stamp or frank on the envelope. That meant someone had come here and put it into my mailbox. My hands were now shaking and I had to gather myself together. Was this a joke? Was one of my pals having some fun? No, I instantly dismissed that thought; nobody I knew would do such a stupid thing.

I was shaking now, this was very scary. I had watched far too many episodes of Criminal Minds to just shake this off. What should I do about it? Call the police? I knew they wouldn't be able to do anything about it, and they probably wouldn't even take it seriously. I had also watched enough CSI to know that I should preserve the evidence so I ran to the kitchen and got a plastic Ziplock food bag, put the letter and envelope inside and sealed it.

Transitioning brings its own psychological fears and it's not unusual for girls like me to go through some tough times. I think I coped with it pretty well, but this brought back some bad thoughts that I didn't need. I made sure the door was double locked and the chain was on. I retreated to the bedroom and sat on the bed with my arms hugging my knees up against my chest. I stayed like that for a while and then told myself, you have got to pull yourself together, start thinking about this rationally. Don't let the shadows creep in, use your brain to get things in perspective. Whoever is doing this, he wants you to be scared, so don't be. Act normally, fight back.

I did what I always do when I want some stress relief, I went running. I changed into my running gear, grabbed my pepper spray and headed out the door. I admit I did spend a lot of time looking behind me, but eventually the monotonous rhythm of the run worked its magic and the stress seemed to seep slowly out through my running shoes.

I got back tired, but calmer than when I left. I checked every room when I got back just to make sure there was nobody there. I cooked a light meal and, after checking the door one more time, I went to bed. It wasn't the best night's sleep I had ever enjoyed, but at least the run had tired me out so that fatigue eventually got me to sleep.

I woke at 7 and fixed some breakfast before a shower and getting ready for Andy to pick me up. I had picked out in mind the previous day what I was going to wear and it didn't take long to get dressed. It was a combination of comfort and exposure. I matched a sports bra and a pair of white cotton panties with a pair of small cargo shorts and a ribbed top that I particularly liked, which left some tummy exposed.

I tied my hair up into a ponytail, and topped that off with an old Albuquerque Dukes baseball cap, pulling my hair through the hole at the back of the cap. I had a pair of work boots, don't ask, which would do for walking with some white socks that peeked above the top of the boots. I remembered to put on some sunscreen and threw some essentials; bottle of water, lip gloss, panty shield, and lube into a small back pack at the last moment. I threw in a sweater and a light jacket, just in case.

I didn't know what we were going to do about food. I guess we would stop to pick up supplies on the way. I was ready by 0830 and made myself a final cup of coffee before the phone buzzed and Andy announced he was outside. I made my way outside, checking carefully before stepping through the door.

He had pulled up outside in his truck. I do love trucks, and there's something really sexy about a guy driving a truck. It brings out the James Dean in guys. Andy was grinning at me throughout the window, and despite the way I felt, that grin did its magic with me and I felt my tummy do a little flip. Oh my god, he was wearing a cowboy hat too, that almost made me lose it on the spot. He shouted for me to stop dawdling and to jump in. As is a girl's prerogative I strolled slowly round to the passenger door and took my time opening the door. I climbed in and Andy leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss, "Hello Darlin', you look gorgeous this morning."

"Why, thank you, sir, and right back at ya," I replied fluttering my eyelashes.

"I love the look this morning, very Lara Croft," he said, his eyes firmly fixed on my legs.

"Mmm, thank you. I love that hat." I shuffled a bit closer and gave him a kiss, this one a bit longer than the first.

He broke off the kiss, took a deep breath and said, "OK, if we keep doing that, then we won't get far today."

I giggled and gave the bulge in his Wranglers a little tap. "As you wish, but you need to bring that with you, I want some of that later on."

He laughed and put the truck into gear and we pulled away. He told me that he had planned a fairly easy hike today, if I liked it, we could always do something longer and tougher another time. That assumption that there would be another time just made me feel good about this man. He was easy to be with and he made me feel safe. I scooted across on the bench seat right next to him and he put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

We rode like this for a while and I asked him what we would do for food. He pointed at a rucksack on the floor of the truck, "There's food and water in there, should be enough for the walk I have in mind."

He chatted on about the Chuska Mountains and the hike he had planned, but after the initial euphoria of meeting him, my mind started to drift back to yesterday afternoon and the letter. My attention wandered and I suddenly heard Andy saying, "Nikkie, Nikkie are you still with me? You seem miles away, am I boring you?"




Back To School



Because I wanted to finish up my college credits, I decided that it would be a good idea to take a refresher course on calculus at a local high school.

In walks the teacher, and attractive woman of about 30, wearing a pantsuit that clearly hugged her beautiful ass. Clearly she wasn't wearing any panties or perhaps it was a thong. She explained to us that she taught in a local elementary school but was moonlighting to make a few extra dollars for a vacation she was planning. Being the oldest one in the class she can help but notice me sitting in the back of the room. She smiles at me; I can't take my eyes off her gorgeous frame. 

Blah Blah Blah went the class for about an hour and a half, and all I did was daydream. As class ended and we began to file out, she stopped me and asked if she had bored me. "No" I said, "well it didn't look like you were paying attention," she said. Oh I was paying attention I said, but not to the blackboard. She blushed. 

They next week, I decided to sit in the front of the class. She walked in wearing a skirt that came down about mid thigh, and a light turtleneck blouse. As she wrote on the black board my eyes strained to see if I could tell what type of panties she had on. Near the end of class she sat on her desk, her one knee slightly raised, I could see up her skirt, she had thigh highs on, I instantly got hard. After class I slowly gathered my stuff, as the class filed out, she was erasing the black board. As I got ready to leave, she said, " again I noticed you seemed not be paying attention."

"Sorry" I said "but I was slightly distracted."

"Really" she said turning towards me. I pulled her towards me and kissed her. She responded by kissing me back. Pulling her blouse from her skirt, I rubbed my hands up her back, I unhooked her bra, with no protest I continued. 

She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants; she began to suck my cock inch by inch, till she had taken it all. Expertly using her tongue as she moved up and down the shaft, cupping my balls. I commanded her to stop as I approach an orgasm because I wanted this to last. I sat her on her desk, raising her blouse and lifting her bra I began to suck her tits, licking the hard nipples, I began to his my way to the top of her skirt. I put my hands on her thighs and slowly moved my hands towards her hips, pushing her skirt up as I went. I noticed she wasn't wearing panties as I licked her thighs just above the top of her thigh highs. Moving my mouth up to her cunt, I put my tongue in her hole, sucking on her wetness. Pushing my tongue between her velvet lips I brought it up to her clit. Slowly I massaged her clit with my tongue as I slipped a finger inside her. As I brought her to orgasm I began to finger her with two fingers, she responded by pumping her hips to meet my fingers, screaming she tighten up as an orgasm rushed through her body.

As her orgasm subsided she stood up and leaned over her desk, her heels made her pussy come up to just the right height. I rubbed my hard cock between her pussy lips, gathering the moisture, rubbing the head of my dick against her still swollen clit. She reached down between her legs grab my cock and slide it into her moist hole. Her hole was still pulsating from her orgasm as I thrust my shaft deep into her. I grabbed her hips and ram myself deep into here cunt, faster and faster I pumped. She reached down and started playing with her clit again. I pumped till I could stand it no longer; as I exploded I pulled out and shot my load all over her ass cheeks. As I got done I slide my cock back into her hole, and leaning forward I gently nibble on her ear and neck. As I soften I slide myself out, spinning her around we embraced and I kissed her deeply. 

At that moment I knew I had made a good choice to take this refresher course.



Back To School



September was a hot month. I had decided last year to go back to grad school. I wanted to round out my education with an MBA from a prestigious school. My wife was extremely supportive of my decision to go back to school. I could never have done it without her support.

The sun was blazing on Saturday morning, and the campus looked like a ghost town...not a soul in sight, and no maps anywhere. I was five minutes late for my accounting class. 

I faintly remember the location. "Ah, a familiar face." I quietly uttered to myself. More like unfamiliar bare midriff! I think her name is Lisa. She had this straight reddish hair, and porcelain white skin. I was surprised she hadn't been burned like a steak on a grill in this atmospheric BBQ. 

"Do I know you?" I asked Lisa.

"Yes. We met at orientation. Lisa Smith"

"Now I remember. Hi, I'm Raj. Raj Nayak. Are you here for Accounting 400?" I asked.

"Yup. You heading in?" she asked.

"Yeah."

We both headed into the crowded class and found seats next to each other. The class dragged on, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Lisa. She was so different from anything that I was used to---the creamy skin, red hair, freckles, blue eyes. I was extremely intrigued and curious, but I was subtle about it. Lisa was not so subtle. I could tell she was very curious about me too. She kept glancing over at me---at my dark skin, my goatee, and almond-shaped eyes. She also stared at my defined biceps and at my buns. I knew she was intrigued by me too. 

I'm sure her upbringing was similar to mine. We were both from very conservative households, which meant that we exclusively dated and consorted with people of our own ethnic group. I had followed my upbringing, and married a traditional Indian wife. I also knew that my loins were stirring as I examined Lisa, and I knew she wondered about how my lips would taste against her soft full ruddy kisser. All the indoctrination in the world can never kill curiosity and desire. Add in forbidden fruit and you have a recipe for some seriously hot fuck sessions. Her bare pink leg rubbed mine. I rubbed back.

The class ended. We were both thoroughly bored out of our skulls. I took a chance...

"Lisa, I have a feeling this class is gonna suck. I should just drop it. I've never had accounting." I said.

"Don't worry. I'll help you. The first homework is due next week. I can help you." she replied.

"Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you or anything." I lied.

"No. No trouble. Why don't we meet at the library tomorrow?" She suggested.

"Great. That sounds good. I'll see you at noon tomorrow."

"See you then." Lisa replied.

I desirously examined Lisa's hot ass as her buns attempted to wiggle out of her dark shorts. I imagined so many wonderful things. I had not desired a woman like this in years. She turned back and smiled. I smiled back...

Sunday morning arrived. 

I could barely sleep. I wondered about Lisa's every curve, every crevice. Her pink full breasts covered with red freckles. I wondered how her lips tasted, how her hair smelled, how her skin felt. It was too much to bear. The combination of the guilt of infidelity added with the fundamental desire was wrenching my guts. Cultural values are powerful, but there are certain curiosities and desires that can never be surmounted. I think it's true that men have to spread their genetic material. It's basic to the nature of men to plant their seed in as many fertile fields as possible. Nature always overcomes nurture.

I pulled into the parking structure and walked to the library. Lisa was waiting for me at the entrance. 

"Hi Raj. Thought you might not make it."

"No. I really need the help. I can't afford not to accept your help!" I replied.

We found a nice table in the corner and we began at chapter one, covering all the concepts that had in fact been a breeze for me. I had written annual reports for various companies, so it was all a breeze. Feigning ignorance was difficult at first, but, the act got easier as thoughts of conquest danced in my mind.

Lisa was truly a beautiful creature. In our culture freckles were considered odd and downright ugly. Red hair was deviant. Almost unnatural. Like some sort of genetic fluke. These were the ideas that had been permeated into my impressionable mind over many years in subtle doses of indoctrination. All carefully done so that I would not stray to another person of a different ethnic group. I'm sure that Lisa had also been indoctrinated---her parents may have conveyed to her that associating with non-whites was not acceptable. To find a person of a different race desirable was not natural. 

So much for indoctrination. 

I could tell that I was being stared down like a specimen. It was as if she had never seen a being like me. Why was my cock straining to break free when I was near this lovely fertile creature? I wanted to give this beautiful woman all of my attentions. I wanted to kiss every part of her---from her toes to her forehead. 

She kept staring at my skin and my eyes. Then she would turn away quickly when I caught her stealing glances. Our legs touched. I asked many good questions that she couldn't answer. I felt compelled to just walk away from impending adultery. I got up and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at my face in the mirror. I wondered about the rationale for my actions. I felt confused.

As I exited the bathroom, I found Lisa waiting outside with our stuff. 

"I don't have any of my notes with me. I live near campus. Why don't you come to my place and I can try to answer some of the questions you asked?" She said.

"That sounds good. You don't mind right? I mean, it's not too much trouble?" I replied.

"No! Don't worry. We should try to get this out of the way..." Lisa said.

My stomach sunk. At the same time, I had never been so excited in my life.

We got to her apartment. It was really nice. It had very 60s and 70s themes---all kinds of fabrics on the walls, incense, lava lamps, and psychedelic colors. She lived there alone.

We sat at the table which faced the courtyard outside. We sat close to each other. Then I opened my books and she hers. We started going over the questions...

I went to write something, and I asked her a question. She immediately gripped my hand and started writing. We looked at each other. She stared at my face. 

I asked her, "Why do you keep staring at my face? What is it?" I asked.

"Your skin is very dark and you have really nice smooth skin. It's beautiful." she replied.

"I also noticed you staring at me...why?" she asked.

"I guess I find your alabaster skin really beautiful. I've never seen anything like it up close. It's really beautiful..."

We sat closer. There was pindrop silence. The window was open and we could smell the ozone and feel the breeze of impending rain. Then there was thunder.

As soon as we made eye contact she grabbed my hand. I pulled her close to me and we kissed. She started turning red and I stabbed my tongue into her wanting mouth. I started kissing her neck and she bent her head back offering her neck and chest to my hungry mouth. I pulled her shirt off and she pulled mine off. We looked at each other. Her lips were sweet and soft like ripe nectar. Her neck smelled of spring flowers and her hair like coconut. I licked the small depression of her throat and I gently removed her bra. She undid my trousers and rubbed the lump in my undies.

I moved lower and sucked on her nipple while tweaking the other one. She moaned. I then rubbed her mound with my hand while alternately sucking on her nipples.

We slowly moved to the large couch and she removed my undies and continued her hand job. I removed her silk undies and looked on in admiration at her shaved pussy. She had a small patch of auburn hair between her legs. We both lay down on her couch and I continued sucking on her C-cup tits and her stomach. I worked my tongue down to her lower stomach and then I grabbed her leg and kissed her thigh, slowly working down into her inner thigh until Lisa shivered. 

"Oh God Raj...please do it....please..." she begged.

I obliged by lightly licking her pussy. My licking turned into rapid lapping of my tongue as I sloshed her clit with my pointy reptile-like tongue. She started turning red and then she suddenly got up and started rubbing my big dark long cock. It looked like a menacing black snake wearing a red helmet. She kissed up and down my cock and then lightly licked my dick slit. She was like a sorceress conjuring up a magic brew. 

As she sucked my cock I tweaked her nipples and then I rolled her over so we were in the "69" position. I grabbed her pink cheeks and kissed her pussy while fingering her anus. She started bucking wildly. I licked all the way from one end of her ass to the bottom of her pussy. I started fingering both holes while licking her clit and she went crazy. Her dick sucking turned into a frenzy. I didn't want to cum all over her pretty face. 

I placed Lisa gently on her back and I looked down at her beautiful pinkish alabaster skin. My black cock looked like some sort of sharp tool that was about to invade this delicate creature, and she could barely wait for it to happen. I slowly led my cock into her pussy. My cock sloshed after opening the petals of her pussy lips. I could feel her pussy drenching my cock with a syrupy fluid. She was tight so I felt every contour of her tunnel. I bottomed out in her inside and then I pulled out and repeated the entire pleasurable process. She yelped and then moaned loudly. I then rubbed her body with baby oil. She turned over on her stomach so I could fuck her from behind. She shook like an unruly mare. I rubbed her heart-shaped buns with oil so she glistened in the dim light of the lava lamp.

I could hear the thunder and rain as it hit her window. The thunder masked our moans and the fresh air invigorated us as we thrusted to meet each other inside Lisa.

I parted her butt cheeks and licked her pussy for a few minutes. Then I guided my black cock into Lisa's waiting pussy. We built up a rhythm and collided ass with cock. My swollen ribbed cock pulled her inside out and then plunged her outsides in. She moaned with delight as she was speared on my dark pole. She wanted to move off my cock, and then she rammed back violently. I started scratching her back and her buns as her luscious pink ass traveled down the length of my penis. 

I could feel my stomach and legs tighten up. I rubbed her butt cheeks in large circular motions while scratching her buns. My body moved involuntarily bucking with a speed I didn't know I had. My cock disappeared and reappeared within seconds. I felt light-headed as I plowed Lisa's fertile valley. I felt the sharp pain in my midsection and then in my biceps and shoulders. Then I bottomed out in Lisa's vagina and I howled like a wolf as the entire contents of my balls emptied into Lisa's fertile womb.

I fell on top of her and we slept as the rain spattered our hot naked bodies.



Back to School



This story was written for T. that sexy, luscious dulce de leche treat….

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The traffic in Miami is impossible. There is no other word for it. It doesn’t matter whether it’s 7:00 am on a Monday or 3:00 pm on Sunday; the streets are always crowded. It wasn’t a Sunday, it was a Tuesday and it was 5:30 pm and she was late. She hated being late. And she was nervous, so nervous that her hands were clammy even though the AC in the car was cranked as high as it could go. 

She maneuvered through the back streets as she made her way back to the campus that she had first attended 20 years earlier. She must be crazy and this was a bad idea, she thought to herself, but she didn’t turn back to the safety of her home and her family. She wanted to write and she wanted to learn how to do it properly, if for no one else, for herself. 

The class started at 6:00 and ended at 10:00 every Tuesday and Thursday night. That was a long time to be in a classroom after so many years away from academia. She tried to see it as some kind of adventure and as the campus loomed before her. Suddenly her brain kicked into some long forgotten ritual and she parked her car where she had always parked so long ago.

6:05, damn. She was late. Great, and the first day too. As she made her way to the English building the September South Florida humidity weighed her down like an unseen blanket, shrouding everything in a stifling heat that made it difficult to breath. She reached the classroom practically panting, opened the door and was greeted by a rush of cool air and the raised eyebrow of a lovely older woman whom she guessed to be her teacher. She made her way to the back of the room and took a chair. Flustered, she took out a paper and pen, dropping her backpack with a loud thud on the floor. 

Suddenly she felt a hand touch hers and a voice like dark molasses softly say, “It’s okay, you made it. Relax.” She looked over to see where the voice came from and was greeted with a smile that could melt snow (she had never really seen snow, but she was sure this smile could melt it.) The smile belonged to a caramel colored face with slanted, sexy eyes and an incredible chin with a sexy little cleft. This was a very handsome face. She smiled back, “Thanks, I needed to hear a friendly voice.” 

“No, problem. I just came from that war zone myself. I beat you here by about 2 minutes.”

He was nice. She glanced down at the rest of his body. Although he was sitting she could see that he was tall and built. Tall, dark and handsome; eye candy for her, this just brought her adventure up a notch.

At 8:00 pm the teacher called a 30-minute break. So she walked out into the oppressive heat to stretch her legs and maybe get something to eat. She walked towards to vending machines but her eyes roamed over the short fence to the left of the class door. He stood there, watching her. He reminded of her of a panther at rest; his legs were crossed at the ankles as he leaned into the fence, arms resting lightly against the cool stone. He looked so sleek and poised but also ready to strike at any moment if need be. 

She walked over to him, drawn to his gaze. “Hey, would you like something from the vending machine? I was just making my way there.” 

“Sure, it is okay if I walk with you?” He bought her a candy bar and they both sat in a little table and talked.

This became their routine for the next few weeks. He bought her candy bars and they discovered each other as friends do. He found out that she was married, had children, and was happy. He was wildly attracted to her. He was drawn to her humor and her sparkling eyes, her great legs and those incredible luscious breasts. She looked great and she knew it. 

She found out that he was a graduate student, single, with a burning desire to write that matched hers. She was wildly attracted to him. She was drawn to his sexuality and intelligence, his quiet strength and that amazing smile. He was gorgeous and he knew it.

After 4 weeks of school the dreaded research project was presented to them. They talked about it at break, should they do it together? The teacher was giving them 2 days to jump-start it where they would not need to come to class. They could meet at his place and work on it there. 

Oh, but she was so tempted! She knew that going to his place would be like playing with fire. There is no denying the chemistry between a man and a woman when it’s there. The best thing to do is not get in compromising situations. She knew that. She’d been there before many times. But not with him. Sometimes when they talked she would imagine what it would be like to taste his skin, to smell his neck and lick the outer part of his ear. Insane really, she was happy. She didn’t want to complicate her life.

She told him no. She told him that she would just go to school where she could quietly work. He told her he understood but gave her his address anyway and told her to just stop by if she wanted. That they would work great together.

She had every intention of going to the school to do her project. She kissed her family goodbye and hopped into her car. But she didn’t go directly to school. She started driving in the direction of his place. Her heart was beating wildly; she thought it would burst within her. She wanted to turn around, but she didn’t. She parked in front of his apartment building and found the stairs to the second floor. Her hands were sweaty, her knees were shaking and all those butterflies in her stomach were threatening to make her sick. 

He opened the door with a huge smile, held out his hand and took hers and led her inside. When she stepped inside she couldn’t believe it; he had set the table for two. Fresh flowers, candles, the strains of reggae in the background all set an incredibly romantic atmosphere. 

“I’m sorry, but how could you possibly know that I would come here? I didn’t know myself until a few minutes ago!” She stared around the place, amazed.

“Of course you would come baby. I’ve known it since the first day I saw you.” There was a lot more left unsaid than said but she understood completely what he meant. “May I have this dance?” He asked with that mind-blowing smile. 

She walked silently into his arms as they moved together to the slow, sensuous music. Oh but he could dance exactly how she loved it. Slowly, stopping every once in awhile in the middle of the song to just feel her. So incredibly sexy, no one slow dances like a black man, she thought. And at that moment, she knew that he could ask her for anything and she would do it. It was just that simple. Damn the consequences, she was going to worship this man tonight.

He moved his hand lower and lower down her back until it rested on her tight, rounded butt. She felt the heat of his breath on her face and looked up to see his eyes. He captured her mouth in a slow, hot kiss. He kissed her bottom lip and then he gently sucked on it, teasing her with his lips. Oh, it felt so good. He deepened the kiss when he had explored her lips and she responded. Licking him and tasting him and feeling the heat pool between her legs. He obviously liked kissing as much as she did and didn’t feel any pressure to end the kiss and move on to whatever else he was going to do to her. 

Oh, but she did love slow dancing and kissing and he was doing both very well. Her hands moved down his back until she was cupping his muscular cheeks in her palms. Now both of their hands were in the same place on each other’s body’s pressing against each other, she could feel his cock through his pants and all of the sudden the kissing would need to be finished later. She let go of his mouth and moved down his neck, planting kisses and licking the smooth skin. God, he tasted like cologne and man. What a sweet treat, his caramel skin was. 

Her hands moved up to his shirt and as each button was opened; her lips sought that space. When his shirt was unbuttoned and off his body she ran her hands around the smooth skin. Mmmmmmm, no hair on his chest, just smooth skin, her husband was so hairy. She touched the muscles on his arm, and the ones in his stomach; exploring him with such intensity that it almost hurt. She hadn’t touched another man in 15 years and he was a treat to be savored. She looked up at his eyes as she started to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Without taking her eyes off his she knelt before him, taking the pants and boxers with her. 

She had never knelt in front of anyone before but she knew if she didn’t immediately taste his cock she was going to chicken out and run for the door. He went to pull her up but something in her gaze must have made him reconsider. He stood there, just watching her as she got her first look at his manhood. His cock was long, fat, and thick, with smooth velvet skin and a full swollen head. He was already hard and getting harder under her scrutiny. She looked so sexy, fully dressed, looking at his cock as if she had just won the lottery, the lust in her eyes making him harder still. 

She had never seen a black cock before and this one was gorgeous. There was a great vein running down the underside that she knew would hold big wads of yummy, gooey, salty, sticky cum. And she wanted it. She wanted it in her mouth. 

She reached out and touched it with her soft, manicured fingers. Running her fingers softly over the fat head, down the long vein to the full, round balls. He softly moaned from above and she placed her mouth over the head. God, he tasted so good, he smelled so good. She ran her tongue down the length of him and then back up. She knew she was torturing him, but she needed to make this last, she wanted to explore him at her own pace. He seemed to know that and was patient with her. Letting her take her time. 

Her mouth found his swollen head again and this time she did suck. Taking more and more of him into her mouth. She could feel his controlled urgency deep down in her own pussy, the wetness seeping into her panties. She wanted this man to fuck her face, she wanted to taste his cum in her mouth and she wanted it swallow every last drop of it. She took his balls in one hand and the other she used as an extension of her mouth. She started a rhythm with her mouth and hand and soon felt him expand even more. 

“I’m going to cum baby. Are you sure you want it in your mouth?”

Her answer was to suck harder, and in mere moments he was cumming, her red lips wrapped around him. She pulled back to let him see his cum inside her mouth and then swallowed it all. She rose and put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, letting him taste his own juices. 

“You taste so good baby. Thank you for cumming in my mouth.”

“Come into my bedroom girl, it’s your turn.”

She held his hand as he led her into his bedroom. The king sized bed took up most of the small space; it looked like heaven to her. He started unbuttoning her dress, kissing her as he did so, down her body, licking and biting and sucking on her exposed skin. It felt so weird to have another man’s hands and mouth on her body. And he was not being sweet and patient about it, he was taking her, claiming her for himself. The weeks of pent up sexual energy and his very vivid fantasies of her finally taking their toll. He was so hungry for her. 

He ravished her body. Kissing every exposed part and finally, finally he was between her legs. Licking her, sucking on her engorged clit. Fucking her warm, wet cunt with his long tongue. Then further down, to the puckered pink asshole, licking it, sucking on it. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. As it was she was moaning his name over and over. He worked one finger into her awaiting pussy and one inside her tight asshole, his mouth licking and sucking on her clit. 

“Come for me baby, cum all over my mouth. It’s my turn to taste you.”

She felt her orgasm begin and explode in her head. She could not breath, it felt so good. Her whole body one giant pussy, throbbing.

“Mmmmm girl you taste so sweet,” he said as he moved up the length of her body and kissed her face full of her own juices. She did taste sweet and the taste of him and her combined made her wild. 

“I want that cock inside me baby. I want it so bad it hurts. Please, please, please darling, don’t make me wait any longer.”

She settled himself above her; parting her thighs with his knees and in one swift motion he was inside her. He momentarily took her breath away, he was so big. Bigger than her husband and she felt herself being stretched. She knew it would feel like this, she knew it would feel this good from the moment she had laid eyes on him.

He rocked above her, in a slow and steady rhythm, building them up slowly. Like slow dancing she thought and at that moment, he stopped and just breathed while her cunt throbbed around him. And he started again, faster now, a little harder. Then slow and steady. He was making her crazy. She started to moan as he grabbed one breast and pulled on the erect nipple. “Sit up a little baby, watch this with me. This is so sexy, my black cock in your pink pussy. You feel so good girl. It feels so good…”

She sat up enough to watch him work his cock in and out of her. The sight is what finally put her over the edge. “Oh god, lover, I’m going to cum…oh yesssssssss.” She clamped her pussy around him as she came. He started pistoning out of her then. Harder, faster.

“Cum again baby. Cum for me again.” He was ramming her now. Giving it all to her, no rhythm, no dancing. Just hard fucking. She screamed his name out as she came again, shaking from the intensity of it. He joined her with his climax, pouring his seed deep inside her. He fell on top of her, holding her close.

“Let’s go eat girl, I’ve got a whole culinary feast for you. And afterwards, we’re coming right back in here for round two.”

She knew she’d be sore. But she couldn’t wait….



Back To School



“I know we never had an opportunity to discuss your concerns about the exam, Barry. I will be in tomorrow morning, if that turns out to be a convenient time for you.”

“Sure! That would be great!” he replied with enthusiasm that almost embarrassed him.

“You will have to come in through the main entrance on Saturday. I should be here from 10 to 12 or so.” She moved her hand away from his arm.

“Thanks, Miss Smith. I’ll see you then.” He walked quickly to the door and hurried to his final class. Coach had cancelled practice for the day, and Barry looked forward to getting home early for a change.

Dinner with the entire family was unheard of during football season, and Barry actually enjoyed being with them. His fourteen-year-old sister idolized him, and he had graduated from finding that annoying to regarding it endearing. She hung on his every word as he recounted the game again with his father and responded to his mother’s questions.

Though there had been lots of invitations for Friday night, Barry elected to stay home. He watched TV for two hours and went to his room. He undressed, knotted a towel at his waist, and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited for the water to turn warm. Dropping the towel to the floor, he stepped into the shower and clicked the door shut.

He leaned back against the wall opposite the showerhead and absorbed the pleasant sensation of the pulsing spray. His thoughts were once again of Claire, and he felt an erection take shape as he mentally undressed her. He slipped the fingers of his right hand around the shaft of his cock and began stroking it slowly as he imagined how she might look without her clothing. She stood with her shoulders against the opposing wall, her feet planted a foot forward of the wall and shoulder-width apart. He pictured the spray of the shower striking her chest and forming rivulets that ran over her tits and down across her belly. The sensation was thrilling, and he tightened his grip and pumped his hand up and down with increasing speed. His hips began thrusting back and forth to meet the movement of his hand, and in a matter of a few seconds, he was groaning and feeling the first burst of semen surging up the length of his shaft. He moaned aloud and thrust his hips forward forcefully as his cum splattered on the tile wall opposite him. He watched it slide slowly down to the tiled floor and float in a stream of water to the drain.

**************************** Barry had set his alarm for 7:30 and shut it off shortly before it would have sounded. He arose and dressed carefully, selecting a favorite pair of jeans from his closet. They were neat but well worn, and he loved their soft, comfortable feel. He slipped them on without underwear and chose a navy polo shirt. Fresh athletic socks and a neat pair of cross training shoes completed his attire. He elected not to wear a belt.

His mother sat at the kitchen table reading a section of the morning paper and drinking her single cup of coffee. His father had already departed for an early tee time at the municipal golf course. His sister was still asleep.

“Why are you up so early on a Saturday, honey?”

“I’m going to see my English teacher, Mom. She promised to give me some help in advance of next week’s exam.”

“Well that’s nice; and on a Saturday. She’s certainly dedicated.”

“She’s a good teacher. I like her a lot.”

“Eat something before you go.” Barry ate like an athlete, so his mother’s encouragement was never necessary, but she always provided it. He had a bowl of cereal and two slices of wheat toast. He wolfed it down quickly and returned to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He descended the stairs two at a time and kissed his mother’s cheek on his way out the door.

It was only 8:45, but Barry was too excited to wait for 10:00. He drove to school and parked right next to the gate that gave access to the walkway to the main building. Halfway up the walkway he could see Claire’s car in the faculty lot, and he suddenly felt the first pangs of anxiety. ‘What if he was wrong? What if she was not the least bit interested in him? What if this whole thing turned into a fiasco?’ He suppressed the negative possibilities and walked quickly to the main entrance.

The door was unlocked. Barry walked quietly down the main hall and took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He walked quietly down the hall to Claire’s classroom. The door was slightly ajar, and he stopped ten feet from it to observe. Claire was alone in the room and was organizing some papers on the table behind her desk. She was wearing a black shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front. It was shorter than her usual classroom attire, with the hem falling a good four or five inches above her knee. She was without stockings and wore two-inch heels.

Barry pushed the door open quietly and walked in, letting it click shut behind him. Claire seemed totally absorbed in what she was doing and didn’t turn to see him as he walked quietly up behind her.

“Hi,” he said quietly. She jumped and turned quickly but smiled at seeing him.

“Oh, Barry! You startled me. You’re early.”

It was now or never, and Barry determined to follow through with his plan. “It isn’t a problem -- my being early?” He delivered the question in a low but challenging tone.

Claire had a somewhat puzzled look on her face in response. “Well, no. Of course not.”

“I sure hope not,” he continued, maintaining the challenge. Claire had her back to the end of the desk, only inches from it. Barry stepped close enough to her to be clearly ‘violating her space.’ “I like your dress,” he said quietly, his tone only slightly menacing.

The puzzled look returned to Claire’s face. “Thank you.”

Barry leaned suddenly and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her firmly. She took half a step back, but felt her hips pressed against the edge of the desk. Barry stepped with her, keeping the distance between them at a minimum. Claire kept her hands at her sides and gasped as Barry pulled his lips away from hers. Her eyes searched his, and her forehead furrowed in concern.

“Unbutton it,” he said. His tone was quiet but very demanding.

“What?!!!” she replied.

“I said unbutton it!” He didn’t raise his voice, but his tone became more demanding.

She stood staring into his eyes for several seconds, saying nothing. Finally, she raised her right hand to the top button and worked it open, keeping her hand there.

“Keep going!”

She unbuttoned a second button. Her neck and face were flushed, and he couldn’t decide if she was fearful or in a trance. She unfastened a third button and a fourth. The dress was unbuttoned to her waist.

“All the way, Claire!” Still quiet, still demanding.

She unbuttoned the remaining three buttons, and the dress fell open. Barry continued to stare into her eyes then deliberately looked down her torso. She was wearing a black lace bra that fastened in front and black bikini panties. Only the elastic at the top supported the thigh-high stockings.

Barry leaned toward her again and kissed her for the second time. Her mouth seemed more responsive this time, but she kept her arms at her sides. The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her lips as he ended the kiss. He stared into her eyes as he spoke again.

“Unfasten your bra.”

“Barry . . . “ she spoke with a mild tone of protest or concern, but with obvious uncertainty.

“Unfasten it!” His tone became more demanding again.

She reached for the front closure and popped it open, pulling the cups away from her breasts. Her nipples were fully erect and rose proudly from their darkened areolas.

He reached for her nipples, taking each of them between his thumbs and index fingers. He squeezed the gently then twisted them slightly. Claire moaned quietly in response.

“Barry . . . “ The tone of concern was back, but it was laced with her response to his touch.

“Shush!” He tugged at her nipples, and she bit her lower lip as he fondled her.

He reached for her panties, hooking his thumbs on each side of the waistband and pushed down, slipping them over her hips and down over her thighs. She stood rigidly still as he knelt to push them to her ankles. He gripped her right ankle, and she raised her foot in response. He slipped the panties off the uplifted foot and gripped the opposite ankle. She raised the left foot, and he removed them entirely, tossing them onto the table behind her desk.

Standing to face her again, he pressed the palm of his right hand against her bare belly. Her eyes stared into his as he slid his hand lower. His fingertips pressed over her pubic mound then slipped between her thighs. He pushed in a knowing way, as Aunt Jane had so carefully schooled him, and Claire quietly moved her feet slightly farther apart. All four of his fingers slipped over her labia, caressing her softly as his eyes remained fixed on hers. She half closed them and whimpered softly as he fondled her labia.

“Unfasten my jeans, Claire!” he demanded quietly.

She leaned obediently to twist the button at the waistband open. She pushed the zipper slowly down and gasped softly when his erect penis thrust outward.

“See, you’ve made me hard. Do you know how many times you’ve done that to me?”

“I have?” she whispered in an almost child-like way.

“Yes, you have. You should be ashamed of yourself, don’t you think?”

She looked into his eyes and nodded slowly.

“I want you to suck it, Claire!” His tone was quiet but harsh and demanding.

“Here? Now?” Her eyes turned one way then the other.

“Suck it now, Claire!” He pulled her hips away from the desk and put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She responded by slowly kneeling until her knees touched the floor. She looked up at him then slowly reached for his penis. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it and leaned forward until her lips touched the head.

“Yesssss, Claire, suck it!”

She parted her lips into a near perfect “O” and closed them around the head of his penis. He felt the tip of her tongue circling the head, and he couldn’t suppress a murmur of pleasure.

“Oh, baby, yes! Suck it!”

She pressed down, gradually taking the full length of his cock into her mouth. The head rubbed at her throat, but her lips were still away from the base of his shaft. She slowly raised her head, sliding her lips up the length of his shaft until only the head remained between them. Her tongue circled the head again.

“Oh, Claire! You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” Her eyes met his, and she nodded a visual assent.

“Tell me, Claire!” he said in his most demanding tone. She pulled her mouth away from his cock.

“I like sucking it, Barry,” she whispered in an obedient tone.

“You like what, Claire?”

“I like sucking your cock, Barry,” she added. She punctuated her last remark by sliding her mouth back down his shaft and rapidly up again, gliding the tip of her tongue around the head. She began a repetitive motion, moving her mouth up and down his shaft, licking around the head with each upward stroke.

Barry bent forward and slipped his hands under her armpits, lifting her back to a standing position. He turned her to put her hips against the end of the desk again and pushed gently on her breastbone.

“Lie down, Claire!” He held her hand as she leaned back until her shoulders touched the desk. “Now spread your legs.” She obeyed by spreading her thighs until her knees were nearly at opposite corners of the end of the desk.

Barry stepped forward until his thighs were pressed against the end of the desk. Taking his penis in his right hand, he rubbed its length over her pubic mound then guided the head up and down the length of the slit between her labia.

“Does that feel good, Claire?” he asked quietly.

She nodded her head quickly in silence. He reached for her labia with both hands and spread her open. She glistened with wetness, and he rubbed the head of his penis up and down the length of her slit, taking care to bump it over her swollen clitoris. Her pelvis jerked upward in response, but she bit her lip to maintain silence. Barry pressed the head of his penis to her opening.

“Do you want it, Claire?”

She said nothing, though her eyes met his. He watched her eyes as he pushed, and they half closed as he penetrated her.

“Does that feel good?”

She nodded, three quick nods.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Claire?”

No answer. Barry paused briefly then pulled his penis back and away from her. Her eyes opened fully and rapidly, a look of alarm on her face.

“Barry! Please, Barry!”

“Please what, Claire?”

“Please fuck me.”

He pressed the head of his penis back against her and pushed again. This time he pressed the head and half the length of his shaft into her. She gasped quietly in response. He withdrew almost entirely and thrust again. The full length of his penis slid into her, her vaginal walls parting to receive him. He remained pressed tightly against her, his pubic bone rubbing to her clitoris.

“Do you like that, Claire? Do you like my cock?”

She nodded almost urgently but said nothing.

“Tell me, Claire!” he demanded.

“I love it, Barry!”

“You love what, Claire?”

“I love your cock, Barry! Please fuck me!”

He smiled at her and withdrew his cock almost entirely, only to thrust it fully back into her. She moaned softly as he ground against her, keeping her hands at her sides and staring up at him.

“Play with your tits, Claire! I want to watch you play with them as I fuck you!”

She raised both hands and took hold of her nipples, twisting them gently then pulling at them as he began pumping into her. He reached down and placed the fingertips of one hand at her labia, spreading them to find her swollen clit. His fingertips brushed back and forth across her clit in time with the thrusts of his cock. She bit at her lower lip repeatedly and quivered each time his fingertips brushed her clit.

“You like that, don’t you Claire?”

She nodded her head two or three times, keeping her eyes fixed on his, but saying nothing.

“Don’t be so quiet, Claire. I want you to tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I feel good,” she said quietly.

“That’s not what I mean, Claire, and you know it! Talk to me!”

“I . . . . don’t . . . . know . . . . what to . . . . say,” she replied between successive hard thrusts of his cock.

“Well, my cock feels fucking good in your cunt. Does that give you any idea about what to say?”

“Mmmm, yes,” she whimpered. “Fuck my cunt hard, Barry! It feels so good.”

He slipped a hand beneath each of her knees, lifting them until she crossed her ankles behind his hips. She gripped his ass tightly between her calves and thrust her pelvis forward to meet each inward thrust of his cock. She moaned softly each time the head of his cock rubbed deep inside her.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, Claire?” he whispered with a grin.

“Yes!” she hissed back.

Barry leaned forward slightly and pinched both of Claire’s nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He fondled and twisted them as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her. She gasped her approval and raised her pelvis with greater urgency to meet his thrusts.

“Are you going to cum, Claire? Is it getting close, baby?”

She nodded her head urgently, biting her lower lip and saying nothing, but using her heels to pull him more urgently against her and raising her pelvis with each thrust of his cock.

His fingers pressed more firmly against her clit, frigging her as his hips moved more rapidly, thrusting his cock deep and hard into her. She reached for and gripped his forearms with both hands, almost raising her torso off the desk with each downward thrust of her pelvis.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned, “I’m going to cum, Barry!”

“That’s it, Claire! Cum all over my cock, baby! You want to cum on it, don’t you?”

She nodded her head rapidly as she gripped his forearms more firmly and thrust her torso downward to meet the penetrations of his cock. She suddenly froze against him, holding on firmly as a quiet moan began in her throat and grew increasingly louder.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, I’m cumming, Barry, I’m cumming!” She jerked her body against him hard -- once, twice, and a third time; then she sunk her fingernails into his forearms as her body quivered from pelvis to shoulders.

Barry pressed his pubic bone hard against hers and held it there firmly as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. He watched her close and open her eyes repeatedly as her breathing accelerated then gradually slowed to normal. She lay still with her eyes closed, still firmly gripping Barry’s forearms.

He remained very still for two minutes or more. When Claire finally opened her eyes wide, he took her hands in his and pulled her shoulders above the desk. She rose gradually and rested her weight on her elbows.

“I want you to see my cock in you, Claire.” He pulled his cock almost entirely out of her, leaving only the tip of the head between her labia. She watched his shaft emerge wet and shiny from her pussy and continued to stare as he slowly thrust it back into her. “Do you like that? Do you like seeing my cock in you?”

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “I love seeing it!”

He withdrew his cock completely and took her hands to pull her up to a standing position. He nodded toward her desk chair, and she looked at him quizzically.

“Get on your knees in the chair. Hold onto the back of the chair with your hands.”

She looked into his eyes only briefly then did as he told her. She put one knee into the seat of the chair, followed by the other knee, taking hold of the back of the chair to stabilize herself.

Barry stepped behind her and reached to spread her labia with his hands. He pressed the head of his cock to her slit, and finding her opening, he pushed his cock slowly into her again. He pushed until his cock was fully inside her and slipped his palms beneath both of her breasts, squeezing them softly. He kissed her left shoulder, then whispered into her ear:

“Are you going to cum again for me, Claire?”

She turned her head to make eye contact with him as she nodded vigorously. He smiled and withdrew his cock almost entirely and thrust it in deep again.

“Oh, Barry, fuck me! Fuck your little bitch!”

“Are you my little bitch, Claire?”

“Yesssss,” she hissed. “I’m your little bitch!”

He pumped his cock up into her as he squeezed and fondled her breasts, closing his fingers around her nipples. She pushed back against him, anxious to get his cock as deep inside her as she could. He released his grip on her nipples and took hold of her hips, pulling her back against him as he slammed his cock into her over and over.

“Mmmmm, Claire, that tight little cunt of yours feels so good on my cock. I’m going to blow my load in you!”

She looked back at him over her shoulder, making eye contact as she spoke: “I want your cum, Barry. Squirt that hot cum into me! Fill me with your load!” She grinned wickedly as she thrust her ass back to meet his invading cock.

Inspired by her encouragement, Barry quickened the pace of his thrusts into her, firmly gripping her hips as he thrust. He was fast approaching ‘the point of no return,’ and he wasn’t thinking about slowing down. He leaned forward to kiss then gently bite her shoulder as he felt the pressure building in his balls. A hard thrust into her brought the first burst of semen exploding up the length of his cock.

“Ahhhhhh, Claire, here it cums! Oh fuck, baby, it feels so fucking good!”

Claire squealed as her own orgasm was brought on by the blast of Barry’s cum inside her: “Eeeeeeeee, Barrrrrrry! Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me!”

Barry pumped rapidly, each thrust delivering another burst of cum that spurted inside his English teacher. He felt like he had just finished three consecutive 40-yard dashes, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep from falling over. He kissed her back and shoulders as he caressed her belly with both hands.




Back To School



They remained still for more than a minute. Claire held the back of the chair with her left hand and used her right to caress Barry’s right hip and thigh. As he moved to withdraw from her, she grabbed his hip to hold him in place.

“Don’t move! Reach across the desk and get that box of tissues. We’ll make an incredible mess here if we’re not careful.”

He stretched to reach the box of Kleenex, playfully thrusting into her as he leaned forward. He retrieved the box, and Claire quickly withdrew half a dozen tissues that she pressed to her pussy as Barry withdrew. She turned to face him, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and upper arms to pull her close for a tender kiss to her mouth.

“Mmmmm, that was nice,” she purred. She pulled several more tissues from the box and proceeded to wipe their joint emissions from Barry’s cock, smiling at him as she did. “We had better get some clothes on!” she said with quiet urgency. “We’re lucky that no one decided to intrude at an inopportune moment.”

Barry took two steps and retrieved Claire’s panties, offering to hold them for her to step into them. She smiled and put one hand on his shoulder as she raised one foot after the other. Barry pulled her panties up over her thighs and hips then released them to let her finish the job. She tugged them up until she was comfortable and kissed him lightly on the cheek as she did so. She reached for her bra and slipped it on, holding the two ends of the fastener for Barry to finish the job. He smiled and took the ends in his fingers, deftly snapping the closure.

Claire slipped the fingers of her right hand into the left cup of her bra to position her breast properly -- then used her left hand to re-position her right breast. Barry held her dress and helped her slip it over her hands, arms and shoulders. She buttoned it from the bottom up, looking up frequently to make eye contact with him and smile.

“I’m counting on a whole lot more of that,” Barry said quietly as he pulled his jeans up and fastened the button at the waistband.

“Oh, you are, are you?” she almost whispered back.

“I am!” he said in the same threatening tone he had used in the early part of their conversation. She immediately became more meek and looked away from his eyes.

“You do understand that this makes absolutely no difference with regard to your work in class, don’t you?” she asked quietly. The question was clearly rhetorical.

“Sure I do.” He tucked his polo shirt back into the waistband of his jeans.

“Well, you asked for this meeting to prepare for next week’s exam. Do you have some things you want to discuss?”

“No,” he grinned broadly. “I think I’m ready for the exam. I don’t have plans for tonight, though. Do you?”

“What did you have in mind,” she asked, her voice subdued and reflecting more than a little concern.

“I thought maybe we could get together at your place. I could bring a pizza. We could talk about the exam . . . . or football . . . . or whatever.”

She smiled without making eye contact. “I won’t be home until 7:30,” she said quietly.

He touched the back of her hand. “See you at 7:30.” He turned and walked out the door, stopping to look back at her smiling at him, and grinning back as he resumed his departure. ******************************

Barry drove home with a grin that quickly began to hurt. He knew he had better ‘sober up’ before walking into the house, but he sure felt good.

“Hi, honey. How were things with your English teacher?” his mother inquired in her usual upbeat tone.

“Great, Mom. I think I’m ready for a solid performance on the exam. I’m going to mow the lawn.”

“O.K., honey. I’ll fix you a couple of sandwiches with chips. Do you want to eat now?”

“It’s still pretty early, Mom. I should have the lawn done in an hour and a half. Why don’t I eat then?”

“That’s fine, hon. Do you have plans for the rest of the day?”

“I think I’ll do some studying this afternoon. Some of the guys want to go out tonight, but I want to be in bed by midnight.”

“Well, be sure you are, love. You need plenty of rest to keep up with your schedule.”

Barry smiled and walked out the door toward the garage, pulling off his polo shirt as he walked. He started up the lawn mower and proceeded to cut the front lawn. He saw Mrs. Aldridge, the neighbor lady to the east, staring out her window at him. He suspected that she had the ‘hots’ for him and that his shirtless torso was probably aggravating the problem for her.

After mowing the front and back lawns, he wiped the mower down and returned it to its place in the garage. He took out the edger and spent the next 25 minutes carefully edging the sidewalks and flowerbeds. After putting the edger back in the garage, he walked into the kitchen and collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table.

His mother had heard him come in and appeared to retrieve sandwiches from the refrigerator. She poured a tall glass of lemonade and opened a bag of chips.

“You did a nice job, Barry. Your father will be pleased!”

Barry grinned. “Thanks for the sandwiches, Mom.” She smiled and left the room to resume whatever it was that she had been doing. Barry ate the sandwiches slowly and thought about the upcoming evening. When he finished he put his dish and glass in the sink and bounded up the stairs to take a shower.

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Barry had his nose in his trig book when he heard his father’s knuckles rapping on his bedroom door.

“Come in.”

“Hey, ‘Bare’, nice job on the lawn! I’m feeling guilty for golfing all morning while you were hard at work.”

“As you should, Dad!” he said with a grin.

“Well, I appreciate it, son. How goes the studying?”

“Everything’s in pretty good shape, Dad.”

“Mom says you have plans for the evening?”

“Yeah, I’m just going out with a few of the guys. We’ll probably eat some pizza and play some video games. I’ll be home by midnight.”

“Have fun, but be careful.” His dad offered his standard admonition as he closed the door behind him.

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At 6:40 Barry called in an order for a large combination pizza. He left the house at 7:05, yelling “goodbye” as he ran out the door. He drove nearly ten minutes to the pizza shop he had seen near Claire’s apartment. He was annoyed at having to wait five minutes for them to slice and box the pizza. He paid and walked quickly to his car. He didn’t want to be late.

Claire’s car was in her parking slot. His pulse raced as he parked nearby and emerged with the pizza to walk to her door. He knocked . . . two short raps . . . and waited. An anxious ten or fifteen seconds passed before Claire opened the door. She smiled and stood aside to admit him.

“Where?” he asked, nodding toward the pizza. She smiled again and turned to lead him toward the kitchen. She took the pizza and set it on the counter.

“Do you want soda, milk, apple juice, water?”

“Do you have Pepsi?” he asked.

“Coke,” she said with a frown. He wondered if she was making a mentalr note to buy Pepsi.

“Coke’s fine. Let’s eat.”

Claire removed two plates from the cupboard and filled two glasses with ice from the dispenser on the freezer door. Barry popped the tops on two cans and poured.

They sat opposite one another at the table and proceeded to eat. After her second bite, Claire broke the silence.

“You know we took a monumental risk today, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. But there was no one on the second floor when I came in.”

“Well, that didn’t mean that someone might not show up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s o.k. It was my fault too. There’s something else we should discuss.”

“What’s that?”

“What happened was not a good idea. You’re a good student, Barry, and I’m a good teacher. Neither of us should jeopardize our futures with the kind of thing that happened this morning.”

Barry reached across the table and took hold of both of Claire’s wrists. “We are going to do a lot more of the kind of thing we did this morning, Claire. We can be a lot more careful, but we will do a lot more.”

His tone was resolute. Claire stared back at him then looked down at the tabletop. He squeezed her wrists until she looked back up at him.

“We will do a lot more, Claire.”

“O.K.,” she said quietly. He released her wrists, and she picked up a slice of pizza and took another bite.

After Claire finished two slices while Barry consumed three, he stood and put out his hand. She put her hand in his and stood. He led her into the living room and turned her to face him. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close, pressing his mouth to hers. He kissed her firmly, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and caressed the back of his neck with her hand. He thrust his tongue at her lips, and she parted them. Their tongues lashed at one another as he pulled her body firmly to his own. She could feel his erection hardening against her belly. Breaking a prolonged kiss, Barry laced his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back to make eye contact with her.

“Do you want to fuck some more, Claire?”

“You do have a dirty mouth, don’t you, Barry?” The question was not a question.

“Does it offend you?”

“I guess I’m just surprised. Your behavior in class is so different.”

“Do you want to fuck, Claire?”

She stared back into his eyes at length, saying nothing then finally whispering, “Yes, I want you to fuck me, Barry.”

He smiled as he took hold of the loose-fitting top she was wearing and pulled it up. She raised her arms as he pulled it up and off. His eyes widened when he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Surprise?” she said softly.

He wrapped his right arm around her waist and lowered his head to suck her right nipple into his mouth. His tongue stroked the tip of her nipple as his lips sucked it back and forth in his mouth. Claire laced her fingers in his short hair and held his mouth to her breast.

“Mmmmmm, baby, suck it. Feels soooo good.”

Barry continued to suck her nipple and breast voraciously as he slipped his left hand between her thighs and caressed her pussy through the fabric of her slacks. She tilted her pelvis toward his hand, and he stroked three fingers back and forth across her rapidly swelling labia. He released her right nipple and moved to the left, sucking it in and rolling it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

“I don’t know who trained you, baby, but she deserves commendation.” Claire spoke in a very quiet but audible voice. Barry replied only by sucking her nipple more rapidly.

“I want you naked, Claire.” He looked into her eyes as he made the remark.

Claire said nothing but reached for the button at her waistband. She popped it open and pulled the zipper down, letting her slacks drop to the floor. She stood before him in only a lavender thong -- her nipples wet and shiny from Barry’s sucking at them. With a hand on her left shoulder, Barry turned her to survey her derriere. He caressed her bare buttock then turned her back to face him.

“Why are you single?” he asked with genuine amazement in his voice.

“Long story,” she whispered. “For another time.”

He leaned to kiss her softly as he hooked his thumbs on both sides of the waistband of her thong. She wiggled her hips as he pushed it down, keeping her lips pressed firmly to his. When the thong dropped to her ankles, she kicked it aside and stood completely naked before him.

Barry placed a hand on each of her hipbones below her waist and pushed her slowly back. She took backward steps until her calves bumped the edge of the couch, and she plopped down. Barry dropped to his knees on the floor between her feet. He reached up to push her back until her shoulders pressed to the back of the couch. With a hand on the inside of each of her knees, he spread her thighs wide and smiled at her.

“You have your nerve,” she whispered. “You’re still fully clothed.”

He leaned and kissed the inside of her left knee. Chills ran up and down her thigh and her spine as she felt him kiss her repeatedly -- each kiss placed a little higher on the inside of her thigh. She put her hands on his shoulders and resigned herself to a delightful fate. When Barry’s lips were high on the inside of her left thigh -- kissing and licking -- his fingers caressed her labia. She squirmed far less than she felt like squirming, fearful of distracting him.

Though she couldn’t know it, Barry was not about to be distracted. His fingertips slid up and down the length of her labia, caressing them -- then spreading them wide. He looked up to make eye contact with her before pressing her tongue to her slit and licking from bottom to top.

“Oh, baby, that is soooo good.” He heard her clearly, but someone six feet away would not have.

Barry licked her repeatedly, sliding his tongue up and down her slit. His fingertips found her swollen clit, and he pressed the tip of his tongue to it. He flicked his tongue, lashing her clit then gliding around and over it. Her pelvis quivered in response, and he redoubled the touches of his tongue.

Claire moaned softly and repeatedly as Barry’s tongue lashed at her pussy. He darted the tip of his tongue at her clit, teasing it from side to side and circling it repeatedly. Claire raised her hips to meet his tongue, and he slid his hand beneath her ass to increase his control of her lower torso. He slid his tongue down her slit and darted it at her opening, thrusting it inside her.

“Ohhhhh, Barry! Yes, baby! That feels so fucking good!”

Encouraged by her response, Barry squirmed his tongue inside her, thrusting it as deep as he could. The fingertips of his right hand caressed her clit as he moved his tongue back and forth inside her. She gripped the sides of his head in her hands and continued to raise her pelvis off the seat of the couch.

“I’m going to cum, baby! I’m going to cum all over your face! Ohhhhh, yes! Yes, baby, yes! Ohhhh, cummmmmming! Cummmmming so hard! She gripped his head with both hands, desperate to keep his mouth tight against her pussy. “Eat my cunt! Eat it, baby! Oh fuck! Fuck yes! A sustained moan crossed her lips as her body quivered from shoulders to hips. Only when her weight collapsed into the couch did Barry suspend the thrusts of his tongue.

He put an elbow on either side of her thighs and rested his chin in his hands, staring at her. She finally opened her eyes and stared back into his, a smile spreading across her face.

“That was fucking fantastic!” The remark was emphatic but quiet.

“Are you ready to give that up,” he teased.

“No! I hardly think so. I’ve never had it so good,” she said earnestly. “You have my cum all over your face!” She smiled as she said it and reached for his jaw to wipe away the moisture that coated his face.

“Do you have a big mirror in your bedroom, Claire?”

“Uh-huh. Got something in mind?”

He responded by standing, taking her wrist, pulling her to her feet, and walking with her toward the bedroom. As they entered her bedroom, she turned on the light and he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He kicked off his shoes, and she stood and watched as he unfastened and took off his pants.

“Boxers, huh?” He grinned and pushed them down and off, exposing his fully rigid cock. She reached for it and paused tentatively. He smiled, and she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, stroking it softly.

“You have a big, beautiful cock, Barry.”

“I’m going to fuck you with it, Claire.”

“There’s the mirror,” she said, pointing toward the wall. A mirror four feet wide by six feet tall was attached to the wall. He sat on the bench at the foot of her bed, and she knelt on the floor between his feet.

“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?”

“I want to see your mouth on my cock, Claire, but I don’t want you to suck me off.”

She smiled and leaned to close her mouth around the head of his cock, looking up to make eye contact with him.

“Oh, yeah, baby, suck the head of my dick.”

She moved her mouth rapidly up and down over the head of his cock, lashing her tongue around it. Her tits bounced as she moved, adding to the tantalizing picture that confronted him. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away gently, and she looked up with disappointment.

“Get on your hands and knees, Claire.” She smiled and obeyed. He positioned her with her knees on the floor and her elbows on the bench. Their profiles were reflected in the mirror to the right. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, and she wiggled her ass in an attempt to achieve penetration. Sensing her urgency, he teased by rubbing the head against her opening then sliding it up the length of her slit.

“Oh, baby, fuck me, please!”

“Not good enough, Claire.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him, smiling: “Oh, lover, give me that big fucking dick. Stick it into my cunt and fuck me like a little slut!”

He pushed forward, burying the full length of his cock in her with a single thrust.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he groaned. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting his cock into her. She pushed back to meet each of his thrusts, her tits bouncing wildly beneath her. They both looked frequently to the mirror to take in the full picture of their union.

“Do you like my cunt, baby? Is it tight enough for you?”

He reached forward to take hold of her shoulders and to pull her back hard as he thrust his cock into her repeatedly. “Fuck yes, I do! Give me that cunt, Claire! I want to fuck it forever!”

“Fuck it, baby! Fuck me good! Shove that big hard fucker into me deep!”

He slammed against her over and over. She watched his balls slap against her with each thrust of his cock. She could sense his orgasm approaching and knew it would take her over the edge. He pulled her back hard and pushed into her as he moaned and shot the first burst of his cum into her.

“Ohhhh, Claire! Fuck, baby, there it cums!” He pumped repeated bursts of cum into her and felt her begin to shake as her own orgasm overtook her.

“Barrrrrrry! I’m cumming, baby! I’m cumming all over your cock!”

They turned 90 degrees together and collapsed onto the carpet. They rolled to one side, Barry kept his cock lodged inside her, and he wrapped an arm around her to caress her breasts as he kissed the back of her neck. They lay there silently for several minutes. Claire pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it repeatedly. After lying together for more than ten minutes, Claire broke the silence.

“Let’s clean up.” She rolled away from him and stood. She bent to reach for his hand and pulled as he stood beside her. She rose on tiptoe to kiss him then led him to the bathroom.

Claire tested the shower for the right temperature and stepped in, looking over her shoulder alluringly to tempt Barry in behind her. He didn’t require much temptation and quickly joined her. They soaped and scrubbed each other, punctuating the shower with occasional kisses. Barry was inclined to spend a long time in the shower, but Claire shut off the water and reached for a towel. She dried him from scalp to toes and reached for a dry towel. Barry took the fresh towel from her and used it to caress away the moisture from her body.

After they were both dry, Claire walked to her closet and withdrew a silk robe. It was short and barely covered her ass. She tied it at her waist with a narrow sash while Barry slipped back into his jeans -- but no shirt.

“I’m hungry,” she exclaimed. “I think I worked up an appetite.” She took his hand and led him back to the kitchen.

Fully half of the pizza remained in the box on the kitchen counter. Claire tore a slice loose and leaned back against the counter as she ate it. Barry grinned and followed suit. They stood quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the cold pizza.

As he chewed the final bites of his slice of pizza, Barry looked Claire up and down. Though in her mid-to-late thirties, she was in very good shape. Most importantly, she had a youthful demeanor and a positive attitude. She stood with her ankles crossed and most of her weight resting on the ball and toes of one foot. The silk robe did nothing to conceal the attractive contours of her body. He wanted more, and he wasn’t thinking pizza.




Back To School



Stepping in front of her, Barry slipped his hands under Claire’s arms and lifted her until she sat on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Whoa! That’s cold!” she said, reacting to the ceramic tile.

Barry reached for the silk tie at her waist and pulled it loose. The robe fell open, and Claire smiled at him.

“Do you want some more pussy, baby?” she asked coquettishly.

He grinned and reached for her breasts, caressing them between his palms and thumbs. He tugged gently on her nipples and leaned forward to kiss her softly on the mouth. Unfastening the button of his jeans and pushing the zipper down, he let them fall away from his hips. Claire looked down and smiled when she saw his cock sticking out straight and hard.

“I guess that answers my question.” She spread her thighs and licked her lips as she stared into his eyes.

Holding his cock in his right hand, Barry pressed it to Claire’s slit. His left hand was pressed against the inside of her right thigh.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good, baby,” she whispered.

“Spread your lips open, Claire.” She obeyed immediately and used both hands to spread herself wide. Barry rubbed his cock head over her clit several times then pressed it to her opening.

“Watch it slide in, Claire.” He pushed until the head fully penetrated her opening. They both looked down to watch as he pushed, slowly sliding the length of his shaft inside her.

“Oh fuck, baby! So good!” She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, letting it collapse around her hips on the counter. Barry began thrusting his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her. Claire gripped Barry’s shoulders and pushed her pelvis forward to meet each of his thrusts.

“Ohhhh, Claire! I love your tight cunt! It’s too bad I have to be home by midnight; I’d like to fuck you all night!”

“Mmmmm, yes, baby! Fuck me! Give me that big dick! I love having it in my cunt, Barry!” She leaned to kiss him and thrust her tongue into his mouth, sliding her tongue in and out in unison with the movement of his cock in her.

Barry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her toward him, pressing her breasts to his chest. Claire locked her ankles behind his hips and used her legs to pull him against her with even greater impact.

“Do you want more cum, baby?” he panted between thrusts.

“I want all your cum, lover! Fuck that hot load into me!”

He moved his hips faster and faster, and Claire moved to meet his pace. His pace suddenly slowed, but his thrusts became longer and harder. Claire knew he was close.

“That’s it, baby! Shoot your load! Give it to me!”

“OHHHHH, fuck yes!” He thrust into her hard and held her there as the first of several bursts of cum exploded up the length of his shaft and spurted into her. With each burst he made a short thrust while deep inside her. Feeling him shoot inside her pushed Claire over the edge as well. She gripped him tightly around the shoulders as she pressed her pelvis tight against him.

“I’m cumming, baby! I’m cumming all over your cock!” She laid her head on his shoulder and savored the waves of sensation that rolled over her body.

They remained still for two or three minutes. Claire planted repeated soft kisses on the side of Barry’s neck. He caressed her hips, back and shoulders with the tips of his fingers. She raised her head and pressed at his shoulders, pushing his upper torso away to make eye contact.

“This day, my dear, has been the most wonderful day for me in a long, long time.”

Barry smiled. “It’s been pretty darn memorable for me too, Claire.”

“Pull your cock out of me and get dressed. The last thing I want is trouble with your parents!”

She pushed him away and slid off the counter. Pulling her robe back on and tying it, she watched him dress. When his shoes were tied and the last hair was in place, she walked him to the door. She stood on tiptoe again and kissed him.

“Thank you.”

“There will be more, Claire, and soon.” He tried hard to sound as imperious as he had early this morning.

“Well, we’ll see about that. I won’t lecture you about discretion. If I had any misgivings on that score, things are too far gone by now to worry about it.”

“There’s no lecture required. If you refused ever to see me again, no one would ever hear about this.”

She kissed him again and whispered, “Go home!”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he whispered back.

“Resting. You study. I expect you to get an “A” on Monday’s exam.”

He smiled and stepped backwards through the door. She mouthed a kiss and closed the door quietly.

He had only 15 minutes to make it home before midnight. It was plenty of time, but he wished he could spend an hour savoring the evening’s experience on a quiet drive.



Back to School



Bradley Hicks took one last quick look around outside then shut the door of his office beside the gymnasium in the High school, leaving just himself and the girl alone inside.

“I think we’ll be safe in here, no one will disturb us at this time.” The school’s gym coach looked up at the clock on the wall which read 4:15; Most of the students and faculty were gone home by now.

The thirty-five year old gym teacher crossed across his small office to where his student was waiting for him. Tina was sitting perched at the edge of his desk. She was probably one of the High School’s hottest seniors, not to mention a huge flirt, and rumored slut.

Tina brushed a lock of her shoulder-length red hair back behind her ear as her coach came near. She had just finished tennis practice, and was still wearing her tennis outfit. A short white skirt showed off most of her creamy thighs, and the only other garment was a very tight tank top. Her teenage breasts were stuffed inside that tank top tightly, straining the fabric. Coach Hicks couldn’t help but be amazed each time he stared at them; she was only 18 but she had to at least fill out a full double-D cup. She was still sweaty from practice, and her cleavage was moist with perspiration, making it glisten even in the shoddy lighting of the public school.

“Where were we?” The gym coach asked as he took off his whistle from around his neck and tossed it onto his desk. He was now standing right beside Tina, and placed his hands on her bare thighs.

“I was telling you I would do just about anything to be the captain of the tennis team this year, coach.” Tina told him. Her voice was very soft and flirty, and she licked her lips just a little.

“Oh, anything?” He asked with a grin, and took his hands off her thighs, to pull down the front of his running pants. His semi-erect cock sprung up eagerly.

Tina gave an excited smile and reached down, wrapping her hands around her gym teacher and coach’s cock. She squeezed it slightly, feeling it growing by the second in her warm, soft hands.

“Is this what you had in mind, coach?” The senior asked, still toying with his cock in her delicate hands.

“That’s good for starters, Tina.” The middle aged teacher nodded as he spoke, then grabbed a hold of her shirt at the bottom, and began peeling it off, lifting it up her body.

Tina raised her arms up, letting the coach strip off her shirt. As soon as her tank top was lifted up over her head, she pulled off her sports bra next, letting her huge, teenage melons spill out with a slight jiggle.

Coach Hicks couldn’t believe how much huger they looked once she took off the bra. Her milky breasts were nice and perky, for being as huge as they were, and her stiff nipples were wide, probably three inches in diameter. There was a sprinkling of freckles across her upper chest.

Tina wrapped her hands around her coach’s cock again, stroking back and forth, as he cupped her breasts in each of his large, strong hands. Coach Hicks squeezed her tits firmly, pressed them together, and lifted them up.

The busty student sat at the edge of the desk in just her tennis skirt, jerking off her teacher as he continued to knead and play with her tits. Then the gym teacher leaned down, licking one of her big nipples. He rolled his tongue all over the areola then gently bit down on her nipple.

Tina moaned softly and pumped her hands up and down his fully hard cock, which was now starting to ooze with clear precum. The gym coach sucked her entire nipple into his mouth and began nursing it, sucking and slurping. Tina arched her back a little, pushing her boobs out. Coach Hicks switched to her other nipple now, sucking it into his mouth like the other one. With her titflesh sucked into his mouth, he rubbed his tongue up against her nipple while desperately sucking the gorgeous melons.

“Oh Gosh coach, if I knew this is all you wanted, I would have done this a while ago, just for fun!” Tina said softly in his ear as her tits were sucked, and she continued to stroke and caress the fat, veiny cock in her hands.

The gym teacher lifted his head up as she said that to him, and he quickly replied. “Oh that’s not all. I’ve wanted to fuck your hot little body for a while.”

“I figured,” She said with a wink “You and just about every other man in school.” Tina told him as she pulled her tennis skirt up a little bit, just enough to reach underneath and grab her panties, which she began pulling down.

Coach Hicks helped her slide her panties down over her knees and down her calves. He squatted down as he pulled her panties off her feet, leaving her sneakers on. He looked up now, level with her crotch, and he looked up her skirt, seeing her wet, swollen pussy slit through her red pubic hair.

The teacher stood up and grabbed her by the ass as he stood between her thighs. He pulled her closer to him and nuzzled the tip of his cock against her mound. His aching cockhead buried against her moist pubic hair. Tina held his cock with one hand, lining him up, and the coach pushed forward, burying himself inside his hot little student’s cunt.

“Oh shit yeah!” Coach Hicks exclaimed in joy as he stuffed his entire cock inside the teenage girl’s eager pussy.

Tina gasped as her teacher’s cock stretched her open and she felt the entire shaft filling her up. She leaned back a little, resting her hands on the desk, so she could grind her pelvis against him a bit.

Coach Hicks started pumping in and out of the soon-to-be tennis captain. His shaft slid in and out of her wet little hole as he pulled back and slammed into her over and over.

“Oh God, your pussy feels so good, Tina.” He grunted.

“Don’t stop, keep going, coach! Fuck me!” She moaned to him.

The middle-aged gym teacher pounded his cock in and out of her faster, hammering at her pussy which was hidden underneath her skirt. He reached up and grabbed her huge tits while he fucked her.

“Oh Shit, I’m gonna cum!” He told her, and pulled his cock out of her reluctantly. “I want to cum all over your face.” He said as he put one foot on his desk chair and climbed up on top of the desk.

Tina turned around as she squatted on the desk, and coach Hicks stood, jerking his cock off in her face. In just seconds, his cock erupted with cum, sending a shot of hot, slimey fuckjuice across her right cheek. The next squirt of jizz splattered across her mouth and nose, and the rest dribbled down onto her neck and tits.

Tina licked her lips, tasting her coach’s sperm. She had gotten what she wanted, and had even had a little fun while doing it.

The coach sighed deeply as he finished empting his balls onto his student’s face.

“Oh my God! That was incredible! I feel light-headed.” The coach said, his body swaying a little, trying to continue to stand straight.

Coach Hicks started to climb down from the desk. He put his first foot down on his desk chair, but as he shifted his weight onto the chair, the seat rotated, sending him flying to the floor where he landed roughly on his back. He screamed in agony, clutching his lower back.

“Oh my, are you ok, coach?” Tina gasped as she climbed off the desk.

The gym coach winced in agony, unable to move. “Call an ambulance… I think I broke my back!”

BACK TO SCHOOL
(The sequel to Summer School)

Sarah Stevens walked down the hallway of Westville High School. She was now in her second year in teaching as the girls’ gym teacher. The first year had been the worst by far, and she was looking forward to this year being a little better. Of course, nothing could have been worse than this past summer, when she had been forced to teach a summer math course to a bunch of delinquents. They probably would have failed if she hadn’t umm…. Well that’s another story.

Sarah was undeniably gorgeous. She was only 25, making her the school’s youngest teacher. She had long blonde hair, which was tied back in a pony tail today. Her body was very athletic, from working out regularly, which kept her legs and abs tone. Her body was proportioned excellently, with a ripe, full, firm ass, and voluptuously large breasts. In fact, her boobs were probably her best feature, having been exceptionally large ever since she hit puberty. Today she was wearing a track suit. The tight pants hugged her lower body, and the top was unzipped, she was wearing just a sports bra underneath.

She had been summoned to the Principal’s office, something which she dreaded. Finally she reached the main office and the school’s secretary looked up as she entered.

“He’s expecting you in his office.” The uptight secretary told her.

The busty gym teacher walked to the office in the back, which belonged to the principal: Jack Harry.

Principal Harry was sitting at his desk picking his nose as she entered, and she sighed in frustration at having to meet with him. The principal quickly pulled his hand down and straightened up in his chair as she entered the room.

“Ah hello there Sarah.” He said, “Please have a seat.”

“Hello Jack, err uhh Principal Harry...” She had never quite known what to call him, and she didn’t really feel like being on a first name basis with him, but the principal never bothered to correct her whenever she addressed him. “You wanted to see me?” She continued as she sat down across from him.

Jack Harry was the school’s bossy, overweight principal. He leaned forward in his chair and began rubbing his hands together. “Well I have some good news for you.” He started.

Sarah sighed. “How come every time you tell me that, it ends up being bad news instead?”

Jack chuckled hoarsely and stopped rubbing his hands together and picked up a pencil and started fidgeting with it. “Well, Bradley Hicks is out on short term disability. So, we are going to need to you take over coaching the boys’ gym classes in addition to yours.” He forced a smile.

“What are you talking about? That’s terrible news!” She sighed in utter disgust. “How am I supposed to teach two classes at once? And how is this possibly good for me?”

“Oh, well the good part is that you get to take over his after school duties as well, and we’ll pay you accordingly for that.” The principal continued. “We need you to take over coaching the tennis team and also prepping the football team for this upcoming season. Don’t look so upset, this is a great way for you to expand your teaching experience.”

“Jack, tennis I can handle, but I don’t know anything about football!” She protested.

“That’s the great thing, you don’t have to!” Jack went on, “We just need you to help facilitate the physicals tomorrow, a few students still haven’t had a sports physical, so we just need you to be there to help the doctor with some paperwork, and maybe hold a practice or two. Coach Hicks will be back to work before the season actually starts.”

“What did he do anyway?” Sarah asked curiously.

Jack paused to think. “Some kind of heavy lifting accident or something, he said. Very vague. Apparently he slipped a disc in his back and he’s incapacitated. Unfortunately he can’t even leave his house.”

Sarah sighed. Somehow she always ended up getting suckered into picking up the slack for everyone else. This time would be different, this time she would find a way out of ---

“Thanks for doing this, Sarah. I really appreciate you being a team player on this one.” Jack said. It wasn’t even a request, more of a demand. “Well I have some things to finish up so you can leave now. Have a good evening, bye!”

Sarah stood up, trying to find something to say, but instead she found herself walking to the door and leaving the principal’s office. When she got outside of the main office she just howled in frustration!

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The next day after school, Sarah walked down to the nurse’s office where she was supposed to meet Nurse Brown and the doctor who was coming to school to administer the sports physicals for a few of the boys on the varsity football team.

She found Nurse Brown waiting for her. She was dressed in her typical, tight-fitting white uniform. As usual the top few buttons were unbuttoned, exposing an inappropriate amount of her deep, tan cleavage. Nurse Brown was probably just as stacked as Sarah Stevens was; in fact their bodies were very similar. Except of course, the nurse had dark hair and her skin was much tanner.

“Hi Sarah.” The school nurse said to her as she walked into the office.

“Hi. Where’s the doctor?” Sarah asked. She was running about half an hour late, so the doctor should have already been here and almost halfway through the physicals.

“He’s not here yet. I don’t know what’s keeping him. But these boys have been waiting over an hour and I’ve tried reaching the doctor five times now.” She shrugged.

Sarah sighed in frustration. “What do we do now? I’ve never done this before. The principal.. err, Jack, just said I was supposed to help out.”

“Oh, you’re going to help?” Nurse Brown’s eyes lit up with hope. “That’s great, well we should get started then!”

“Ok. Just tell me what paperwork I need to fill out.” Sarah told her.

“No, no, you need to help me. Here, follow me.” The nurse stood up from her desk and walked behind a curtained-off area of the room, where there was a small bed for where sick students usually lay. Sarah followed her inside.

“Wait here, I’ll get the first student.” The nurse said and walked back out.

Nurse Brown walked to the back of the nurse’s office to where a door led to an adjacent room. She opened the door, where five senior boys were sitting in their underwear, waiting. All five of the boys were seniors on the varsity football team: 18 year old, strapping young men.

She pointed to the closest guy and said, “Ok you’re first, follow me.” She said as she led him back into the other room, and then behind the curtained examination area.

Sarah was sitting on the bed as she waited for the school nurse to return. As Nurse Brown walked into the examination area with the boy, she sat down beside Sarah. The young man stood in front of the two busty ladies in just his underwear.

“What do we do now?” Sarah asked the nurse beside her.

“Well, we need to check him for a hernia.” The nurse said professionally. Then, to the student she said, “Please remove your underwear now.”

The boy’s eyes widened and he quickly dropped his briefs, his cock was semi-stiff just from looking at the two gorgeous women in front of him.

“Ok now come over here, I need to examine you.” The nurse told him, and the boy complied, coming closer to stand in front of her.

Nurse Brown reached up, cupping the student’s balls in her hand. She squeezed them very gently, and massaged them with her fingers. The student looked down at her in shock, and breathed heavily, not really believing what was happening. Nurse Brown continued to massage and caress his balls, then closed the fingers of her other hand around his shaft.

“Is that how you’re supposed to do it?” Sarah asked her, not really sure.

“I don’t really know, I think so. I think we need to thoroughly examine his genitals.”

The boy moaned and nodded. “Yes, that’s exactly right.” He lied, his cock now stiff.

The busty nurse started stroking the student’s cock up and down, while her other hand continued to gently massage his balls. The student groaned softly and placed his hands on his hips as the school nurse practically jerked him off.

“Umm… Nurse, are you sure this is how it’s supposed to be done?” Sarah asked suspiciously. The school nurse had a reputation for getting too ‘physical’ with students.

“Pretty sure.” She replied simply.

The student sure didn’t mind, he just stood there with his hands on his hips, moaning as the school nurse caressed his cock and gently massaged his balls. She raised her other hand up now, wrapping it around his rock-hard cock as well, so that she was pumping up and down with both her hands.

The boy closed his eyes and groaned, and Nurse Brown continued to jerk him off, pumping her fist up and down his cock faster now.

Suddenly the boy’s cock exploded, sending a shot of cum straight across the nurse’s face. She continued to pump, and another shot splattered across her cheek. She slowed her pace, and the boy spurted a couple more onto her face before finishing.

“Holy shit, thank you Nurse Brown!” The young man told her.

“Well it seems you’re in top physical shape.” She smiled, her face streaked with semen. “Go ahead and let the next one know it’s his turn.”

The kid pulled up his underwear and left the room, walking a little dizzily.

Sarah turned to the nurse in shock, “I can’t believe you just did that. You just gave him a handjob!”

“No I didn’t. Well maybe you could consider it that, but we do have to examine them.” The cum-covered nurse said back to her.

“I definitely don’t think this is how it’s done.” Sarah told her.

“Trust me, I’m a nurse. This is how you test them for hernia and cancer. If they end up cumming, there’s nothing I can do about it! Right? This is how I have always done it.” She told the gym teacher firmly.

“Alright, well you’re the medical expert here.” Sarah agreed reluctantly.

“Yes. Now you take the next one.” The nurse told her.

The next senior football player came into the room and stopped in shock, seeing his school nurse’s face covered in jizz. “Ummm..” he said.

“Come over here and remove your underwear.” Sarah told him.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly walked over in front of the gym teacher and stripped his briefs off.

Sarah reached up and squeezed each of his balls lightly, and the boy’s cock immediately started to grow. She held the base of his shaft in her other hand, and lifted it up so that she could look at his balls closely. She massaged each of his delicate jewels carefully, while her other hand now squeezed the hard shaft of his cock.

The senior boy groaned in pleasure, his cock now completely hard in the hands of the school’s gym teacher.

“Damn, Miss Stevens, this is great!” He exclaimed.

“Am I doing it right?” She asked.

“Doing it right? Oh hell yeah you are.” He complimented.

Sarah Stevens started to stroke him fully now, using both her hands. She glided her hands up and down the length of his long, hard shaft. She figured giving physicals was just like giving handjobs -- and that was something she was very good at.

She pumped her hands up and down the boy’s stiff cock, watching as it started to ooze with precum. She didn’t stop jerking him off, in fact she tightened her grip around the stiff shaft tighter.

After stroking him for a few moments, with the nurse beside her nodding her on, the boy started to cum. His cock twitched and a string of jizz sprayed out, hitting the busty gym teacher across her cheek, then another spurt of cum sprayed across her chin and lips, and then more, and more... until her face was fairly messy with his balljuice.

The student groaned as he finished cumming, his cock getting milked clean by Sarah’s hands.

Nurse Brown squealed in excitement and leaned over, kissing Sarah on the lips. They kissed passionately, playing with each other’s tongues. As they broke apart, a string of jizz stretched between their lips. The nurse quickly leaned in again, licking up the sperm on her lips. Then she proceeded to lick all over Sarah’s face, lapping up all the streaks of cum that had been recently sprayed across her pretty face.

The nurse swallowed all the semen she licked up, then smiled. Sarah leaned into her and began doing the same. Her tongue searched across the nurse’s face, licking up the trails of sperm that had been splattered on her. Once she had all the cum licked up, she saved it in her mouth, and kissed Nurse Brown again, spitting the heavy load into the other woman’s mouth.

Nurse Brown unbuttoned her uniform top all the way, taking off her shirt completely. Underneath, her huge tits were bare, and they were tan, just like the rest of her body. She let the load of cum in her mouth drool out over her chin, and drip down onto her busty knockers.




Back to School



Sarah and the nurse giggled together, and then turned to see the remaining three boys standing in the examination room with them suddenly.

All three of the students were standing there, there cocks tented in their underwear. “We’ve been waiting forever, so we wanted to come see what was holding everything up.” One of them said.

“Oh hell yeah, let’s get in on this.” Another one said, stripping off his underwear and walking up to Nurse Brown, with his huge cock dangling in front of her face.

Nurse Brown didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed a hold of the student’s cock and immediately wrapped her lips around it. He groaned in pleasure as the stacked nurse started to suck him, and he reached down, squeezing her massive tits.

Sarah was watching, when suddenly she felt something poke her in the cheek. She turned, seeing one of the other students with his underwear around his ankles, shoving his dick against her face. She followed the nurse’s lead, and opened her mouth, allowing the student to stick his dick inside her mouth.

Beside her, the school nurse was bobbing her head up and down on her student’s cock, sucking him off expertly. The senior boy was squeezing and fondling her tits happily.

The final student stepped up beside Sarah with his stiff cock poking her cheek, while she sucked the other student off. She reached up, and grabbed his cock firmly in her hand. While she sucked and slurped the one, she began jerking off the other student standing in front of her. The two boys looked at each other and nodded with huge grins.

The student Nurse Brown had been sucking now had his cock shoved between her tits, and she was pumping them up and down his shaft. The boy’s cock slid through her giant melons easily because she had just spit a huge load of jizz down here.

Sarah switched, so she was now sucking the other student’s cock, and started jerking off the one she had just been sucking. She blew him hard, bobbing her head up and down. Her lips were sealed tightly around him, and he thrusted his cock in and out of her mouth.

Beside her, the other student was pumping his shaft up through the nurse’s titties, fucking them with sheer joy. The nurse helped him by squeezing her jugs together tightly, and even rubbed them together, grinding her soft titflesh all over the teenager’s cock.

Sarah stopped sucking the second student and for a moment, and just jerked both of them off as they stood right beside each other in front of her. Then, suddenly both of them pushed forward, sliding both of their cocks inside her mouth at once. She had to open her jaw wide to fit both of the big, thick shafts inside her mouth. Once both were inside, she started sucking on them, like she was sucking one huge cock, and even wiggled her tongue around, sliding it around between the oozing dicks in her mouth.

The student titfucking Nurse Brown groaned loudly as he came. His cock shot a huge load of cum, which splattered up between her tits, neck, and the rest dripped down over her big melons. He kept cumming and cumming for a long time, coating her with jizz, and as he finally finished, he stood there still, slapping his cock against her big jugs.

The two students that Sarah was giving blowjobs to pulled out of her mouth and started pumping on their shafts as they started to cum too, both at the same time. Each of her cheeks got blasted with cum at the same time by two different cocks, then the two boys continued to spray her with jizz, emptying their balljuice all over her face. Squirt after squirt of hot, slimey sperm kept splattering on her face until finally they were both done, and she was drentched in cum.

“Holy shit, that has to be the coolest thing I’ve ever done.” One of them said.

“Well, I suppose you boys should be running along now if you expect to catch the late bus home.” The nurse said, unconsciously rubbing her nipple, smearing some sperm around it.

“Oh shit, you’re right. We gotta go!” Another one of them said. All of the remaining boys pulled their underwear back on and hurried out of the examination room.

“I can’t believe you tricked me into doing this.” Sarah turned to the cum covered nurse beside her. “Physical examination – yeah right.” She said with a smile.

“Yeah you’re right, I don’t know the first thing about giving a physical. But this is the way I’ve been doing it for years. And it sure was fun, wasn’t it?” The nurse said with a smile.

“I have to admit it was. But we better be careful, we can lose our jobs over this.” The gym teacher said, wiping some cum from her lips.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Like I said, I’ve been doing this for years.”

* * * * * * * * * * *

After another hard day of tennis practice, Tina stepped into the showers of the girls’ locker room and took off her towel, placing it on the ledge. The newly appointed captain of the girls’ tennis team walked to the closest shower and turned it on, making sure it turn it all the way hot.

The entire shower room was completely open, unfortunately, with no walls or curtains to give modesty, but it had never been a problem; Most of the girls didn’t seem to care, and she didn’t either.

Tina let the hot water pour over her head and drip down all over her body until she was completely soaked. Then she picked up the bar of soap on the ledge and began to lather herself up.

At the same time, Steve McFowler, the school’s janitor, happened to be heading through the girls’ locker room to mop the floors. Steve wasn’t much to look at; he had long hair and was very skinny. Most people at school paid him no mind. In fact, most people in life paid him no mind, so consequently he didn’t get laid much.

He began mopping the floor when he thought he heard one of the showers turn on, towards the back of the locker room. He set the mop up against a row of lockers and walked back to investigate.

To his surprise he found a busty little redhead (Tina) completely naked, soaping herself up. He stopped right in his tracks and just watched. He had seen her around school, and on more than one occasion, he had jerked off thinking about her.

Tina ran her hands over her body, getting herself all soaped up. She ran the bar of soap across her chest, letting the soap suds drip over her young, but surprisingly large jugs. Next she caressed the bar of soap down her legs, letting the soap drip down her inner thighs.

Tina started to soap up her crotch, getting her mass of red pubic hair wet and soapy. She set the bar of soap on the ledge, and started rubbing her slit. It felt great to have the hot water pouring over her, getting nice and clean. She just leaned back against the wall and started to caress her pussy, her other hand gently fingering her clit.

Steve couldn’t believe his luck. He had his pants unzipped now, and was jerking off as he watched the hot little nymph finger herself in the open shower.

Tina opened her eyes just a crack, and saw the janitor watching her, stroking his cock. She had sensed someone’s presence.

“Hey you.” She called out to him.

Steve’s heart froze. He had been caught! Shit! “Oh I’m sorry miss, I was just passing through!”

“Yeah right, I saw you jerking off.” She said to him, giggling slightly. “Well are you going to just stand there, or are you going to join me?” She asked, winking at him.

“Really?” He asked incredulously.

Tina nodded, and turned around in the shower to let him watch as she soaped up her ass. She had a perfect, round little behind, and the soap suds dripped down between her crack.

Steve stripped off the rest of his uniform and joined her in the shower. He walked up behind her, touching her outstretched ass. The janitor gave it a firm squeeze, and Tina moaned softly, putting her hands on the wall of the shower.

Next, he reached around front of her, clutching her perky, teenage tits in her hands, which he started squeezing and fondling immediately. Tina continued to moan, and rubbed her ass back against the janitor, causing his cock to rub up against her soapy asscheeks.

Steve groped and rubbed her gorgeous tits while his cock slid all over her soapy body. “Oh man. Can I fuck you?” He asked.

“I thought you’d never ask! I haven’t had cock in days.” The little nympho confessed.

Steve pushed her over a little more so Tina was bent over, with her hands on the shower wall. He pushed his cock forward, nuzzling it between the folds of her pussy, then buried himself inside her.

Tina squealed with joy and Steve was grinning widely as he started to fuck this gorgeous little bitch. She was by far the hottest girl in school and he of all people was getting to fuck her!

Steve pulled his cock out of her almost all the way, then slammed it back inside her, burying his shaft to the hilt. Tina’s juicy titties were bouncing as he fucked her, slamming into her from behind.

Tina purred and moaned as the janitor fucked her from behind. She loved cock, any cock, even if it was practically a stranger. She reached down and continued fingering her clit as the older man pumped into her from behind. She was already worked up from playing with herself from before, and she was going to orgasm soon for sure.

Steve spanked her ass as he fucked her, and watched the tight cheeks jiggle just a tiny amount. His cock pistoned in and out of her quickly, he absolutely loved invading this young little cunt.

Tina shuttered as she orgasmed, and her pussy dripped down Steve’s cock, and down her inner thighs as well. The juice was soon washed away by the shower water, but she continued to orgasm for a good half minute.

Next, Steve pulled his cock out of her hole as he started to cum. His cock sprayed her firm little ass with blast after blast of spunk. He hadn’t cum in a long time, so he had a lot saved up. Once he was done, he rested his cock on her ass, and watched as the water washed away all his jizz.

“Wow, I’ve never done something like this before.” Tina lied, as she turned around, letting the water soak over her body.

“Really? I’m really lucky. I’ve watched you in school before, and I have to say you are probably the hottest girl in the senior class.” Steve said to her.

“Thank you! I can’t believe I just did this. I’ve never had sex with an older man before.” She lied. “Especially in school.” She lied again.

“Really? Well you certainly do seem experienced.” He said to her, suddenly hoping it didn’t come out wrong.

“I guess it comes natural. You’re only the second guy I’ve been with.” She told him, testing his gullibility.

“Wow, really?” He said again, in the same incredulous tone.

“Yes. So please… Don’t tell anyone about this. It would ruin my reputation if this got out to anyone. Not to mention my dad is very protective, and he owns a shotgun.”

“My lips are sealed, I won’t tell a soul!” This time, it was Steve who was lying.

* * * * * * * * * * *

It was 7:30 in the morning when Sarah Stevens got to work the next day. She headed straight to her office, but somehow she ended up bumping into Principal Harry in the hallway. Why was it that whenever she didn’t want to see him was always precisely when he managed to find her?

“Ah hello there, Sarah.” Jack said to her, meeting her in the center of the hallway.

“Hi Jack.” She replied, not slowing her place. She hoped if she continued walking she wouldn’t have to talk to him now.

The principal stepped in front of her so she had to stop. “So how is everything going so far? I heard you and Nurse Brown handled the physicals well the other day.”

“Ummm.. yep.” She replied, not really sure if he had any idea what had really happened. Somehow he managed to find out things that she thought were secret. “How is Coach Hicks’ recovery coming?” She said, changing the subject.

“Oh, I’m glad you brought that up.” He said, rubbing his hands together. “He’s recovering faster than doctors anticipated, however he does need to have some of the football playbooks brought over to his house. He said they were in his office somewhere. I really appreciate it.” He didn’t even ask, but somehow he had managed to put the responsibility on her.

“Well good luck with classes today. I’ll be in my office so please don’t disturb me today unless it’s an emergency. Bye!” The principal said as he walked down the hallway away from her.

She scowled and stalked back to her office.

The day went by quickly, surprisingly, and before she knew it, it was time to pack up and head home. Well, not home exactly, because she had to stop by Coach Hicks’ house first.

Sarah took off her sweatshirt and threw it in the locker in her office, she felt so much comfortable in just her sports bra and the running shorts she had on. She was looking around for her car keys, when there was a knock on her office door, which was open. A young man was standing in her doorway. He looked kind of familiar, and she figured it was a student of hers.

“Hi Miss Stevens.” The student said.

“Oh hi there, can I help you?” She asked.

“It’s me, Brent Johnson, from the other day.” He started.

“The other day?” She asked.

“You know… the other day.” He looked around, then shut the door to her office. “In the nurse’s office. You jerked me off before you sucked off Jim and Matt.”

“Oh yes, of course!” She said. Actually she didn’t know any of the student’s names that day. “About that… Please keep that a secret. If anyone found out ---“

“Oh don’t worry, I covered for you, Miss Stevens.” He said. “Principal Harry came to me asking if anything strange happened but I told him the doctor came and you and Nurse Brown filed the paperwork.”

“Thank you.” She said, with relief.

“Yeah he seemed really interested if you had fucked up at all, but I told him you’re very responsible and professional.”

“Thanks for lying.” She sighed.

“Anything for you, Miss Stevens.” Brent told her. “Look… I’ve been thinking a lot about you since that day. In fact, I can’t really stop thinking about you.”

“That’s sweet, Brent, but please remember I am your teacher, and even though we made a mistake a few days ago, that kind of behavior is very unacceptable, and it shouldn’t happen again.” She told him firmly.

“I know, I know.” He went on. “But I just can’t stop thinking about you. About how beautiful you are. You’re gorgeous, Miss Stevens. You have the hottest body of anyone I know, and… Christ, look what you do to me!” He said, unzipping his pants. Brent pulled out his cock, which was fully hard.

Sarah didn’t know what to do. “Brent, please put that away.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Stevens, but I’ve been hard all day just thinking about you. Please help me.” He pleaded.

“What do you expect me to do?” She asked, admiring his big, stiff cock. It sure was the one she had jerked off a few days ago.

“Will you give me another handjob?” He asked humbly.

“Ummm.. No. Sorry.” She told him.

Brent sighed, his cock hanging out of his pants, fully hard like a torpedo. “Well, how do you expect me to walk to my car like this?” He asked.

Sarah looked at him, standing there with his cock out, completely desperate. She did feel bad for him, after all he was a sweet kid, and he had covered for her with the principal. Maybe a little something wouldn’t hurt.

“Ok tell you what, Brent.” She started. “I’ll take my top off and let you jerk off, but that’s it. Then you gotta go.”

“Oh thank you, Miss Stevens!” Brent exclaimed, pulling his pants all the way down now.

Sarah pulled her sports bra up over her head, and her gigantic tits came spilling out. Brent stared at them in awe. He hadn’t seen hers the other day, only Nurse Brown’s. Sarah Stevens’ were just as large, and she had nice big firm nipples as well. Any guy who sucked on those would be the luckiest man alive.

Sarah cupped her hands underneath her huge melons and lifted them up. She squeezed them together a bit, playing with them for her student’s viewing pleasure.

“Well what are you waiting for?” She asked him, since Brent was just standing there dumbfounded.

The student was in a trance as he stared at her gorgeous fuckmelons, but snapped out of it slightly as she told him to start jerking off. Which he did. Brent started beating off as he watched his voluptuous gym teacher play with her tits.

Sarah pinched each of her nipples, which were already hard, while she squeezed and rubbed her breasts. Her hands caressed overtop of them, rubbed along the sides, and underneath.

Brent stood a few paces away from her, jerking his cock up and down furiously. She couldn’t help but think how cute he was, and she kind of felt like giving him a bit more for the generosity he had shown her.

“Tell you what, Brent. Why don’t you come over here and stick your dick in between my breasts.” She told him.

“Oh I’d love to!” He exclaimed.

Brent quickly walked up to her, where she was sitting in her chair. His cock pressed up against her chest, between her two huge jugs. The gym teacher held the sides of her tits and squeezed them together, causing them to wrap around her student’s cock, making it disappear inside.

Sarah started to rub her melons up and down, and Brent started pumping his hips, fucking his dick up through the huge breasts of his teacher. Sarah kept her tits squeezed together tightly, making a nice tight little fucktunnel for her student to shove his shaft through. She pinched her nipples too, keeping them nice and hard.

Sarah leaned her head down and spit a glob of saliva down over Brent’s cock. The spit drooled over his cock, adding a little more lubrication as the horny student bucked his hips against her, fucking her huge jugs there in the office.

“Oh God, Miss Stevens. You have to be the most gorgeous woman on the planet. I can’t get you out of my head. I think I’m in love with you!” He confessed, still rubbing his cock in between her tits, which she held for him.

“Gosh Brent, you sure are a sweetheart.” She said, blushing slightly.

Sarah pushed her student back, and his dick slipped out from between her boobs.

“What’s wrong? Is it something I said?” He asked.

Sarah shook her head, with a sexy, mischievous grin, as she hooked her thumbs under the waist of her running shorts, and started to pull of her shorts and panties together. She lifted her legs up in the air as she pulled them off, and Brent helped her take them off, and tossed them aside.

Sarah placed her ankles on Brent’s shoulders, her thighs spread apart. The student looked down, seeing his gym teacher’s shaved pussy. Her lips were swollen and completely nude, ready for him to plunge inside. He knew he had permission.

Brent pushed forward, nuzzling his cock into her pussy lips, then slid his cock inside her tight little box. Sarah moaned as she felt her student’s cock slide into her, and Brent held her knees as he pushed himself up into her hot, tight little hole.

The student groaned as he got the chance to fuck his gorgeous teacher, and started grinding his cock in and out of her shaved pussy, pushing her back into her chair with each thrust.

“Mmmm.. yeah, you like fucking me, Brent?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“Oh shit yeah, I love it. I wanna cum so bad!”

“Go ahead, cum inside me. Fill me up with your load.” She gave him permission, talking dirty to him.

Brent pumped his cock in and out of her a few times, then exploded inside her. Sarah could feel his cock twitching and spasming, and knew he was cumming. Brent groaned loudly as he buried his load up inside his teacher. His cock spurted over and over, and he figured it must have been a huge batch of sperm he injected into her.

Brent pulled his semi-limp cock out of her reluctantly, long after he had finished his orgasm. He just didn’t want to leave her. As he withdrew, Sarah dropped her legs back down to the floor. She was sitting in her chair, completely nude. A small bit of his semen was dripping out of her bald pussy.




Back to School



“Miss Stevens, thank you so much. I’ll never forget that.” He said between breaths.

“Well it will be the last time. No offense. We have to put a stop to this. I can’t keep doing this!” She was mostly talking to herself.

“I meant what I said, Miss Stevens. I love you.” Brent told her convincingly.

Sarah looked at him, wondering if he was serious. “No, probably not, Brent. It’s just an infatuation. Look, you’re a great kid, you’re really sweet, cute, and not to mention you have a great cock… But I’m your teacher, and you’re a student. This will be the last time we do anything like this, OK?”

Brent sighed, he was putting his pants back on. “I’ll try.”

Sarah was up now too, putting her clothes back on as well. She still had to run over to Coach Hicks’ house and drop off that information.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Sarah pulled her car into Coach Hicks’ driveway and got out. She had the High School football team’s playbook in her hands, as well as some other grade books and information the other gym teacher needed.

She walked up to the door of his house and rang the doorbell. She heard it ring inside, and waited a few moments. Nobody came to the door.

She rang the doorbell again, and waited a few more moments. Still nothing. Sarah looked through the glass window of the door and couldn’t see anyone inside. She tried the door, and it was unlocked.

Sarah opened the door of the Coach’s house and walked inside. “Hellooooo?” She called out.

“I’m up here.” Came a faint voice from upstairs. “Come on up.”

Sarah climbed the stairs and found Coach Hicks lying in his bed in the bedroom. His feet were propped up on some pillows and he was in his pajamas.

“Thanks, I can’t get up to the get the door. My damn back, ya know.” The coach said.

Sarah looked him over as he lay in the bed. It certainly did look like he had been there for days. “What exactly happened to you again?” She asked directly.

“Oh, I fell off my roof.” He said quickly.

“I thought it happened at school.” She replied, confused.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant. I fell off the roof at school.” He tried to cover.

“Ohhh… the roof at school? Huh, what were you doing up there?” She continued to ask, curiously.

“Oh, the ummm… a ball got lost up there.” He told her, becoming a bit annoyed by the probing questions.

“That must have hurt… since the school is three stories high.” Sarah said again.

“Enough about that. Did you bring the stuff I asked?” He changed the subject.

“Yeah I did, it’s all right here.” Sarah handed him the folders and papers that she had been requested to get from his office.

“Oh, good, good… Thank you.” He said gratefully.

“No problem.”

“Sarah,” the coach started, “You really have been a huge help for me. I don’t know what we would do without you. You’re always picking up the slack when someone needs it. And here I am, the victim of an unfortunate accident that couldn’t have been prevented, and you step in and save the day. Thank you.”

Sarah was speechless; she couldn’t believe what she heard. “Wow. It’s nice to have someone finally appreciate all my hard work. I do always end up having to take matters into my own hands a lot.”

The coach nodded. “Yes, yes you do. In fact, speaking of taking things into your hands. There is one other thing I would love for you to help me with…”

“What’s that?” She asked.

Coach Hicks gripped his cock through his pajama pants. “I’ve been so horny, Sarah. It’s terrible being stuck here 24/7, and my wife left me two months ago!”

Sarah didn’t know what to say. “Ummm, wow. That certainly does suck. What do you want me to do? Buy you some porno magazines?”

“No,” Coach Hicks said, opening the slit in the front of his pants, pulling his fully stiff cock out. He was absolutely fully erect. “Will you give me a blowjob?” He asked.

“What??” She asked, in shock.

“A blowjob. Just suck me off. Please?” The coach asked. “Look it’s not a big deal. We’re friends, and plus it won’t take long at all. I’m so horny I’ll probably blow my load as soon as you wrap your lips around it. And hey, I would do the same for you.”

“Well, I don’t know if that makes me feel any better.” Sarah told him, feeling very unsure about the situation.

Coach Hicks stroked his stiff cock up and down a couple times as he looked at her desperately. “Please, Sarah?” He asked her again.

“Well… Ok I guess. You have been a really good friend.” She agreed.

Sarah leaned over the bed to where the coach’s erect cock was sticking out of his pajamas. She licked her tongue over the tip of his cockhead, then rolled her tongue around the head, before she opened her lips and took him inside her mouth.

The coach sighed deeply and leaned his head back against the pillows in his bed as his sexy co-worker sucked his cock into her mouth.

Sarah began sucking him hard, and her hands held the base of his shaft, jerking him off into her mouth. Her tongue wiggled along his rod in her mouth while she sucked and slurped.

“That’s it, Sarah… I told you it wouldn’t take long… Just a bit more!” He coaxed her.

Sarah bobbed her head up and down on his shaft faster, sucking and slurping messily. Her hands held his cock tightly, and she continued to jerk him off determinedly.

“Here it cums!” He yelled.

The coach’s cock exploded, as he warned her, with a huge blast of cum. Sarah choked at first, not expecting it to shoot directly down her throat. The next few squirts of sperm she let splatter against her tongue. The coach kept cumming and squirting shot after shot of jizz into her mouth. He must not have had a release in a long time, because his cock was like a faucet of cum!

Sarah swallowed the huge load. She had to, or else it would have overflowed her mouth. When the coach was finished orgasming, she lifted her head and stood beside him again.

“Ahhhh yeah… Thank you so much, Sarah.” He said to her.

She wiped her mouth and nodded slightly. “How much longer do you think you’ll be out of work?” She asked.

“Well, it might be a few more weeks, I think. I may need you to coach some of the football games for me.”

“Me? Coach? I couldn’t possibly.” She told him.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” He said to her with a grin.

It was going to be a long year… To be continued. 



Back to School



Another year of college has started for me. It's been a dreadful summer and I'm actually relieved to be back in my old routine. I've been reunited with some of my friends from far off and others who were- too busy to see. I'm back with my old roommate Rebecca for our third year.

She looked great. She's lost some weight but still kept enough of her baby fat to look damn good. She also seemed to do a good job of avoiding the sun all summer. For now her hair is blue and her eyes are purple, which she really loves to show off. I thought she was cute in her glasses, but the contact fit her. The rest of her is just as I remember, great bouncy tits, plump round ass and tempting lips.

On move in day, we talked as we unpacked. She told me about the time she spent with her boyfriend. They get on each other's nerves more now, but they can't keep away from each other for more that a day. I recounted my summer internship and told her how things were getting more serious between my boyfriend and me.

After we were done unpacking and settled some odds and ends, I

sat at the edge of my bed and just watched her with a goofy smile on my face as she began to decorate her side of the room. She glanced over at me, with her own shy smile and then turned away coyly. This went on went on for a minute or so when she finally turned to me exacerbated and asked, "What!? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just missed you that's all", I said in a playful tone. "Really?" she asked quizzically.

I jibed, "No, not really, but I'm stuck with you for the next year. Of course I missed you!"

"Good, because I missed you so bad." she said as she rushed me and playfully knocked me back on my bed and gave me a big hug. I hugged her back, then pecked her cheek. She one up'd me with a playful but heartfelt kiss on the lips. Not wanting to be shown up like that I used all my force to roll her off me and before she knew it I was on top of her straddleing her waist and clutching her hands above her heard. A wild Cheshire cat grin stretched across my face as she weakly tried to escape from under me. She quickly submitted to my control and gave up the fight. Not satisfied with such an easy victory, I decided to take what I wanted. I leaned in close to her face, our lips apart by a mere sliver. I held there pulling back every time she tried to complete the kiss. Teasing her this way, I finally attacked her with a bite to the nape of her neck; something I know drives her wild.

"AAH!! Not there, you know what that's going to start." she pleaded.

I broke my nuzzle and looked into her eyes wickedly and said, "Good". Then I moved in on the blood red lips, nibbling and licking them. Her lips parted and my tongue was greeted by hers. We made out like this for about ten minutes and I needed to cum badly. I buried my face into her neck again trying to push her far enough. I was going crazy with lust listening to and ignoring her pleas for me to stop. I knew I had her when she began grinding her hips into mine.

I rolled onto my side and she with me, never breaking our kiss. Her legs parted and I slid a ready hand up her short skirt to her lace-covered quim. Her moisture was seeping through the flimsy material. She shivered at the lightest touch by my hand through

her panties. I hooked a finger under her lacy panties and slipped them to the side, revealing her hot sex. I ran a finger along the length of her slit and then gently slipped one then two fingers into her cunt.

'Oh yes Lysa, finger me." She mumbled out as she undid the button on my shorts and buried her hand into my shorts. I twisted and contorted my fingers to get the best angle in her. Juices were dripping down my wrist and my fingers made slurping sound with

each plunge. I slipped a third finger into her then a fourth. Her pussy was tight around my hand and I had all four fingers wriggling inside her and my thumb massaging her clit.

She was working magic on my pussy, forcing involuntary grunts

from my gut as she alternated between swishing her fingers inside me then drawing them out only to slam them back into me. She was being rougher than I remembered her ever being, and I loved it.

I felt that I was close and wanted to cum with her, so I began working her g-spot and clit at the same time. She came hard, contracting around my hand almost painfully. First groaning, "Lysa, fucking yeah! I'm cumming, I'm cumming…", then letting out

a low growl. I came at the same instant panting into her ear, "Rebecca, I love it...you're making me cum so good!" My essence flowed from my throbbing pussy, down Rebecca's hand and my inner thigh. 

We lay there several minutes and lightly kissed, our hands still buried in each other's cunts. I withdrew my hand from her with a wet ‘thwop". She wriggled her fingers in me once more before displacing them and then giggled as she look over my face, "I got lipstick on you."

"MMMMM…it was worth it." I sent contentedly.

" I'd better get cleaned up and go see Ethan. We'll see you at dinner." She had a reluctant tone in her voice. I wanted to stay there in bed with her a while longer but knew that I had a few more last minute things to take care of as well. We both cleaned up then went our ways with a quick kiss and hug.

A few days later I was in the dorm room alone working on the computer when Rebecca came back from her boyfriend's room. All of the lights were out in the room save for some candles I had on my desk and hutch. I had Perfect Circle playing on the stereo and wasn't paying attention to what she was doing. I heard the shower running and really didn't think much of it, although I did think that it went on longer than usual. 

I was completely focused again on my work, when I felt a hand firmly grip my shoulder and spin me around in my computer chair. Rebecca was standing in front of me completely naked, save for my strap-on. I had never seen anyone else in it before and was taken aback by the imposing tool. I was even more impressed by the commanding figure my usually demure roommate made. She had an unfamiliar, wild look in her violet eyes. Her alabaster face glowed in the light of the candles and computer screen except where her dark blue hair, still wet, hung in strands across her face. Her heavy breasts heaved with her labored breath. 

"STRIP!", Rebecca barked.

"What!?" I responded incredulous.

"Do it now! Strip!"

"Becca, where the hell did this come from?" There was no way I was letting her order me around, no matter ho much it turned me on. 

Rebecca lunged forward and grabbed my arms. "I want what I want and I'm going to just take it. Everyone treats me like a little girl. Well no more! I want to fuck you for a change. I want to be the one in control, so fucking strip!"

I could tell that she must have derived this newfound bravado from a bottle of rum, but I yielded to her and began to slowly strip. At first I felt a little guilty because I know what she was talking about. She was just always so quiet that most people usually treated her like she was a lesser person and she always took it. However with each article of clothing to drop from my body, I grew more sexually excited. Finally, we both stood naked facing each other. My knees where shaking in anticipation, waiting for her next command. She just looked me up and down silently. 

Then she ordered, "Sit back in the chair."

I fell back into the chair, and slumped down. She walked forward and Looked down at me. I looked up at her submissively, waiting for whatever she had in mind. Rebecca dropped to her knees and lifted my legs over her shoulders. With a determined but delicate touch she splayed my exposed sex unveiling the pink folds and stiffening clit. He face drew close to my pussy. I felt her hot breath over my thighs and cunny. Rebecca inhaled my musk deeply several times. The wait was tortuous. 

I heard the CD end and a new one start. Def Tones filed the room with a crash. Becca took that as a queue and dove into me veraciously. Her tongue dragged slowly from my dribbling honeypot to my sensitive nub. I couldn't help but yell out, "Oh yes Becca. Lick my pussy sweetie." I ran my fingers through her hair and held it to one side so I could watch her working. With a free hand I cupped one of my small breasts and tugged at my nipple. 

Her mouth worked magic on me. She was like a different person. Circling my clit with her tongue, she worked two fingers into my quim and immediately began rubbing at my g-spot. She didn't mean to linger or prolong my orgasm, as I like. Instead she was bringing on a climax like she never had before. I came hard, growling like an animal and locking my legs around Becca's head. I writhed my hips to grind my pussy into her face. I eased up and Rebecca lapped at the cum still leaking from my pussy. She reached up and shoved her fingers into my mouth, making me suck of my tangy essence.

She let my legs drop to her sides and slowly rose, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She looked so sexy.

She held her hand out and helped me to my feet. "On the bed. Get on you hands and knees." Her voice was soft and deep. I didn't hesitate, just climbed on the bed with my feet hanging off the side. I braced myself for the inevitable thrust of the latex pole into my cunt. Little did I know what was really in store for me. Taking a page from my own play book, she placed her hands on each of my ass cheeks and spread them apart. Then I felt the warm wet sensation of her tongue lapping at my tight sphincter. I chirped out a high pitched, "ooo". 

"You like that?" she asked coyly.

"MMM…you know I do."

She took a quick swipe again before saying, "You like it because you're such a slut. Admit it."

I know this game. The back and forth battle of filthy degrading talk. It's what I do to separate raw fucking from lovemaking. Although, I'm usually the one who initiates it and I've never done it with Becca; at least nothing really hard-core. I didn't know how to take it or how to respond. She didn't give me much time to think about it. Slapping my ass she commanded, " Answer me bitch! You're just a fucking slut, aren't you?"

Timidly I answered, "Y…Y…Yes"

"That's not good enough. You don't sound like you mean it."

"Yes, I am"

"You are what?" she said insistently. 

"I'm a slut, I'm a slut!"

"Good…and now I'm going to treat you like a slut. Don't move!"

I heard her rummaging under her bed and then the cold clanking of chains. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her coming back with her leather collar and cuffs she wears for shock value when she goes out. The cuffs had long chains that she usually connected to a belt or other accessories. Becca looped each chain around opposite legs of the bed then slipped them on my wrists and tightened the straps. The collar was placed around my neck and attached to a lease. It had little skulls that dangled and tinkled like grim bells. I have to admit that I was fairly unnerved by the confinement. I was worried this was going to go to far. That uncertainty just built up on the lasciviousness. 

Rebecca took her place behind me again and resumed her anal tongue-lashing. She must have been taking notes from our sessions together because she was doing a real number on me. He mouth would cover my swollen pussy and she sucked and licked. He tongue would dart in then out teasing me, then she would move back up to my ass and try to force her tongue into my tight rosebud. This continued a few minutes, then she eased her finger back into my cunt. I was begging her to finger fuck me. 

I kept fighting against the restraints in a vain attempt to touch myself, but couldn't reach. I felt like a fire was raging in my stomach and cunt. Just as I thought I couldn't wait any longer, Rebecca stood and proclaimed, "You're ready." She licked her hand and rubbed it on the tip of the stiff rod. Then she masterfully guided it into me. It penetrated me deeper and deeper, filing every little bit of my hot quim. I never was able to take all of it and pushed back until it occupied its usual depth. 

Rebecca wrapped the leash in one hand and rested the other on my hip. "Come on, a slut like you can do better than that." With that she tugged back hard on the lease and I pushed back to avoid being choked. As I did, I could feel the dildo press into me more and I let out a grunt. She did it again and again I pushed back. The penis slipped a little more packing almost uncomfortably in my womb. Rebecca released her grip on the leash and began to withdraw. It's strange, the feeling it caused. Although it was uncomfortable, it felt good when it was removed. She forced it back into me again, bringing the same uncomfortably full feeling, but then the mixed pleasure of its withdrawal. Repeating this almost methodically she managed to force a groan each time until I was asking for it even harder and deeper. I was like the person who would bang their head against a wall because it felt good to stop. 

Streams of profanity streamed from my mouth unconsciously as I road my roommate's fake dick to a slow building, rolling orgasm. I could just hear over the music and blood rushing in my ears that Becca was moaning. The rubber nub built into the strap-on belt was stimulating her with every thrust into me. I had lost track of time by this point, but know that she controlled me now. Connected by the stiff cock buried in my pussy. I was out of control by this time, but couldn't hold myself up any longer and fell on my stomach, begging for a short reprieve. 

My chubby Goth had none of it. She rolled my limp body onto my back, which made me have to cross my arms over my head to allow for the shackles. The room was thick with our heady sex. Becca lifted my legs and mounted me. I could see in her eyes the familiar glint that comes with the control over another. She fucked me urgently, her own orgasm growing in her. The song ‘Passenger' began to play and I remember thinking what a great song to get fucked to. 

Several small orgasms hit me in rapid succession, thanks to Rebecca's unprecedented stamina. She was actually starting to ware me out. To this point only my boyfriend had been able to bring me to such heights. Then it started. The big one began to build within me. This was that orgasm that a woman only achieves rarely. And with it, came the overwhelming emotions. The confused mix of elation and vulnerability and fear. Completely overcome, I begged like my life depended on it. 

"Becca, fuck me sweetie. Pound my cunt baby! I need this so much. Give it to me like a slut. Oh fuck, fuck….FFFFUUUUCCCKKK!"

There are no words to describe the BIG ONE. You just loose all control of your body and get swept away. Tears overflowed and I began to cry. My stomach was a massive knot.

Becca slowed her pace, but I wasn't finished. I just needed a little more for perfection. I was able to force a weepy gasp to keep going. My blurred eyes caught Rebecca's. Her big tits juggled and flopped. The sight of this beautiful girl doing all this to me was what it took. Finally, my eyes rolled in my head and paralysis hit me. Between my thighs and on my ass I felt a gush of hot fluid. Rebecca had me cumming so hard I was soaking the bed in a mixture of my cum and piss. But I really didn't care. I was floating in that place I go after climax. 

I was pulled back hearing Becca's plaintiff moans and whimpers. Two more hard pumps into me and she was cumming. She fell on top of me, nearly crushing my small frame and muffled her screams in my mouth with a passionate kiss. Our tongues played for a moment when she abruptly stood and removed the harness from her waist and dropped it on the floor. 

I thought we were done. I know I couldn't have taken any more at all and was actually quite sore. Rebecca climbed on the bed and straddled my head. With my hands still bound over my head she had total control. She smeared he pussy juices over my whole face.

"One more thing left slut" she said. " Eat me out Lysa. I'm gonna cum on you."

Becca's pussy was sweet and musky. Her porcelain thighs held my head still as she rode my face and degraded me.

With a shaky voice she whimpered, That's it slut. Lick it Lysa. I can't believe you pissed yourself. You filthy whore. MMM…so fucking dirty. Ohhh…I bet you'd fuck anyone. You wannabe dyke. You eat pussy soooo good. YEEAAHHH…"

Rebecca was flooding my face with tiny squirts of her ambrosia. I greedily fed on her nectar as it trickled from her until she fell off me and curled up next to me. She licked some of her cum from my cheek and then kissed me. 

"Oh, Lysa, now I know why you like that thing. The power I felt, the control; it was so hot. I can't believe you pissed."

"Neither can I." I spoke with a definite slur. "Wow. I don't know what to say. Only Jeff could do that to me. I'd really like to clean up now."

She undid my restraints and collar, then helped me up from the soaked bed to the shower. I just sat on the floor of the stall, while she threw some towels on the puddle I made by the bed and stripped off the wet sheets. We both cleaned each other off and then climbed into her bed together and slept through the night.



Back To School



It felt a bit strange walking into a school after all these years - and I was only going to deliver a parcel from our company! It was strange - all those feelings of teachers telling you what to do, the smell of school desks - all the memories came sweeping back. I was in my thirties, and here I was feeling more and more like a nine year old - a particularly timid nine year old - as I walked into the front entrance of the school. I was even expecting to see Mrs Turner, our former and forbidding head-teacher who, I think, relished the fact she could still spank pupils and shrivel them with words and even a look, although times had long moved on from those days. Even the noise of children playing, leaving school now in the late afternoon, took me back to those days when I was just a very average pupil quietly trying to survive early school days.

"Ah, Mr Barnes, Mrs Evans is expecting you - please take a seat and she will see you in a minute". The rather starchy voice of the school secretary appeared out of the glass window into the office, and an arm pointed at two wooden chairs. Evans - I noticed that name on the notice board as I came in - head teacher? I wasn't quite sure why the head teacher wanted to see me but I sat on one of the chairs to which I had been pointed.

After about ten minutes the school secretary came out of her office and ordered curtly "Follow me". I followed as she led along a corridor of the formal old-fashioned school, her shoes echoing as she clipped along, until she came to a large forbidding door. She knocked, opened the door and pointed me in, then disappeared.

"Sit down, Mr Barnes" - I glanced at the head teacher. She was perhaps 50, slim, formally dressed in white blouse and navy skirt, with shoulder length formal black hair. If she smiled she could look nice, perhaps, but it felt like smiling was very alien to her. She wasn't quite as forbidding, but she could have been the daughter of Mrs Turner, my former head-teacher, at least in her stiff and forbidding demeanour. 

I sat on a chair on the opposite the desk behind which Mrs Evans sat now feeling every bit the very naughty schoolboy dragged before the head-teacher for some terrible misdemeanour like lining up crookedly, or talking in assembly.

Mrs Evans launched right in. "Thankyou for coming Mr Barnes: I have some important things to say to you which you will not like." She spoke very stiffly, almost bullyingly. I was feeling very confused and intimidated - I was only delivering three books! However, when these events are as formal as this I had long ago learnt it was worth having a recording of what may happen, so turned on the small but powerful Dictaphone I carried in my pocket.

"Mr Barnes, you are a disgrace. I am appalled by the way you have brought up your family and the attitudes you have given them. I am horrified by the way you treat your wife. I have called you here to warn you that we are very close to turning to the social services because of what you have done." I was stunned - I had no idea what this out-pouring was about, what I was being told off about. 

Mrs Evans continued. It was a long lecture explaining the awful thing each of my three children had done in school, the way they treated teachers, the catalogue of every wrong-doing a child under eleven can do, and a few that an over eleven can do. She continued with a long list of the evil things my wife Sophie had accused me of, as well as several other parents in the school. I was dumbstruck - I didn't have any children, although if I did have any I hoped they would be infinitely better than the ones just described to me, and my wife wasn't called Sophie! The lecture ended up with a recap of my weaknesses, and some of the changes I should make to my attitude. And the changes demanded were radical! The speech had easily lasted twenty minutes.

At last Mrs Evans had finished. "Well, Mr Barnes, what do you have to say for yourself?" This took a bit thinking through so we sat for a long period in quiet as I collected my thoughts. In the end I decided to take the simple approach. "Mrs Evans. I don't have any children."

"What do you mean, you don't have any children? There are those three monsters you dump on us every day……" I held up my hand to stop her.

"Mrs Evans I do not have any children. I have come here to simply deliver these books from our company."

It was clear Mrs Evans was confused so I continued. "Have you got the right Mr Barnes - I'm Bill Barnes."

Suddenly the penny had dropped - there were two Mr Barnes - she wanted Darren Barnes……. "Then what are you doing here? You should have said something earlier. You will never mention this conversation again." Mrs Evans had again adopted her over-bearing tone, then pointed to the door. Her attitude had suddenly rattled me - she could have apologised, she could have been polite about it, she could have asked nicely for me to say nothing. But this over-bearing tone was not on. 

After a few moments I had collected my thoughts. "Mrs Evans, I was only doing my job. I was brought here. I was regaled by your diatribe. And in the end you cannot apologise properly. I don't think that is acceptable."

"Nonsense, man." Her voice had now turned patronising, and perhaps more offensive for it. "Just run along and we will speak no more about it."

I wasn't to be moved. "Mrs Evans," I spoke in measured tones. "Sadly for you I have just recorded what has happened - I find it is a useful precaution at times like this." I showed her the mini tape-recorder. I continued "I think you will find that you have broken many parts of your code of practice. You did not check out whether I was the right person. You gave me a huge amount of confidential information. You have said things to me which were both offensive and slanderous. And now you cannot even apologise. If you had apologised I would simply have walked out. However, I think you will find there is more than enough material for instant dismissal, and certainly for your name to be spread all over the local papers, if not the national papers. It doesn't look good for you, does it?" In the space of a minute Mrs Evans had changed, crumpled from a domineering overpowering woman, into a person almost quivering with fear, her face ashen white with the horror of what had happened.

She just managed to gasp out a couple of words: "Please no…………". She suddenly looked very vulnerable in that moment, and I knew something deep had happened somewhere within her. I continued rather more gently.

"Mrs Evans. You remind me of Mrs Turner who was my head-teacher. She terrified me. She also punished us all freely and liberally and regularly. It is still something that is etched on my mind. You make me want to strike back. So I have an idea. I will walk out of this office. I will walk about a bit and return in ten minutes. You then have a choice. You can let me go to the authorities with this tape and all that entails. Or you can have a cane on the table ready for me and receive all I received from Mrs turner. The choice is yours."

With that I stood up, went outside and walked up and down the corridor a couple of times, before returning to the office door, knocking then walking inside. Mrs Evans was still sat behind the table, but on the table was a thin cane - It was a good guess that she might have one stashed somewhere. By now the bluster had gone out of her, she was tapping nervously on the desk, her eyes looking down into her lap.

I spoke much more gently to her. "This is a good choice. What's your first name, Mrs Evans?" She was called Joan. 

"Okay Joan" I spoke gently to her. "I received 8 from Mrs turner in my school career, so that is how many you are going to get. And Mrs Turner used to drop our trouser and pants for a caning."

I paused as the implications of what I just said suddenly dawned and she gasped "No!"

However she did as I told her "Stand up, go around the end of the desk and bend over. Hold onto the sides and do not let go or try to move away".

I was amazed when she did - she stood up, bent over the desk, and I was suddenly aware of the nice shape of her ass. I took the sides of her skirt and lifted it above her waist, tucking it into the waist-band. Her legs were pleasantly slim, her ass as attractive as I thought it might be. 

I pulled her white panties to her knees and left them there, revealing the ass with all its fullness, revealing a glimpse of pussy and pubic hair between her legs. She stood with her feet perhaps fifteen inches apart.

I spoke to her again: "Are you ready for this?"

She nodded. She may be under my control, but she was a determined lady. 

I stepped back, picked up the cane and swung hard at her ass, bringing a muffled scream from her lips, a bright red mark appearing immediately across her ass. She squirmed, fighting the pain, but not standing up.

As she squirmed I swung the cane again, making a line parallel to and lower than the first. Again the muffled scream, and more squirming. I waited and let her fight the pain that would be throbbing through her ass.

Crack, crack - the third and the fourth I followed with quickly, parallel and either side of the first two. Again she screamed and squirmed against the pain. Watching her ass squirming and squeezing was incredibly erotic and had me stiff in my trousers.

I swung the cane again, this time much lower across the back of her thighs - clearly it hurt as she screamed out, and rapidly repeated it again just an inch higher. Again I waited as she fought the pain, watching the erotic sight of this head teacher squirming on the desk.

The last two I swung quickly, each one landing on the path I'd made with my first two. The pain on pain was clearly excruciating as she screamed out wriggling to fight the pain that had engulfed her ass. 

After three or four minutes I asked her to stand up. She did, standing straight up by the desk. It was then I noticed something strange - her nipples were standing very hard - I could even see them through her bra and blouse. I asked her "Why are your nipples stiff?"

She didn't answer but went bright red and looked coyly down again. I guessed - I pushed her forwards over the desk again, put my fingers between he legs and felt the moisture on her pussy. The minx!

I told her to bend over the desk again, quickly undid my trousers and removed them and my pants. Then I stepped behind her, put the tip of my by now stiff cock to the lips of her pussy and pushed. She was moist - my cock slid fully in her, and I was even aware that she was pushing back onto my cock, wanting to receive it. 

I rested inside her for a few moments, then slowly began to slide my cock in and out of her - it was clear she was moving in rhythm with my thrusts, and after a couple of minutes began moaning with pleasure. I sped up my thrusting and felt her body responding to mine, sliding up and down my cock, until we both reached the point and screamed out in orgasm, as her body shook and writhed in pleasure, as I filled her with my seed. I felt the muscles of her pussy rippling milking my cock dry of cum.

At last we both stopped and I slid out of her. I stood her up, although with the caning and the orgasm she was pretty wobbly. I helped her pull her panties up, I let her skirt drop down as normal. We hugged for several moments, Mrs Evans saying over and over - "That was fantastic." In the end I said I must go - which I had to.

"Please will you come and do that again for me", Joan Evans asked quietly and hopefully.

"Okay - but you must also help yourself - be fun, like people….you are a wonderful person." I spoke, dropped the cassette from the recorder on her desk then quickly left.

As I reached the foyer the school secretary - now smiling and no-where near as formidable as she was before - waved me over.

"You did a good job there" she said.

I was puzzled. "A good job?"

"Yes," she said. "Let me tell you something. Joan Evans was a wonderful person until three years ago. Then Keith her husband died and she changed - changed into that monster you met earlier. She was awful with teachers, pupils and parents. We despaired of her - and something had to be done - we had to find a way of getting her back her life as well as ours. Then I ended chatting to a woman called Judy. Your wife I believe. Do you think it was just a co-incidence that she had an appointment with Mr Barnes just when you turned up? We had to do a lot of planning……….."

"You mean I was set up?"

"Well," she smiled. "Just a little. We knew how you would react. And it was better than we could have believed."

Things were going wrong…. "What do you mean, how do you know?"

"Oh, quite simple. We had the intercom switched on. I heard everything here in the office." My face fell. "And of course, the staff in the staff room heard it all - they'd got together especially to listen……………….."

It was now my turn to be speechless. "How many………?"

"Oh, I don't know", smiled the secretary. "I reckon about thirty people heard everything that happened. But I tell you this - we are eternally grateful - I think now we have got the old Mrs Evans back - and that's all she needed and all we wanted………"



Back To School Affair



I'm sure that it was Tim that broached the subject while we were making love sometime in the past but I can't recall when it was or exactly what was said.  But I do know that it started with a secret fantasy of his that had me making love to another man with his permission of course. 

And I have to admit that right from the start this fantasy heated me up like nothing else.  When either of us started talking about me with another man during or just before our lovemaking, well let me tell you that sparks flew from the bed those nights. 

My name is Jan and I've been happily married to Tim for just over four years now. It's the second time around for both of us and this time I got it right. I was now in a secure, loving and comfortable relationship married to my best friend. We were lucky to find each other and right from the start I knew how good everything felt with Tim. After my previous marriage, sex with Tim felt exciting and new and so fulfilling even though we weren't exactly spring chickens.

So when this matter about the fantasy surfaced it was a huge turn-on even though in my mind I knew it would never happen. I loved my Tim and really had no desire to sleep with another man in real life, I already had everything I wanted. But the fantasy kept coming up, stronger and more vivid as time went on. We role played a lot and talked openly about what I would and wouldn't do with my mystery lover. But I never really took it seriously after our lovemaking finished. But I guess Tim did take it seriously, after all it started as his fantasy, and he started bringing it up more and more, not in a nagging way but in an excited "I really want this to happen" kind of way.

It was difficult because I didn't want to do anything that could jeopardize what we had and have it not work out so well. But on the other hand, even thinking about it had started to get me wet and worked up and I have to admit that when Tim would bring it up I didn't exactly shut him down.

I decided I could never sleep with any male friends of ours (not that we had many that I would have considered anyway), that would be too close to home. And the thought of making love with a stranger didn't have much appeal either because I wouldn't feel secure or comfortable with a total stranger. So that was that. Our fantasy was officially in limbo I suppose. I mean we still acted it out and Tim never let me forget how much he wanted this to happen someday.

Well, that someday just happened a week ago even though I said it never would.

With a little coaxing from my boss, I had decided to return to university to finish the few credits I needed to complete my degree. Frankly I felt kind of old going back to school but was happy to say that most of my classmates was mature students. 

One night at supper I was very innocently telling Tim about a guy in my class that I had met during break (he helped me get my coffee from the temperamental vending machine) and he walked me to my car after class. He was a really nice guy, a bit quiet, recently divorced and lived in a small town about an hour from the university. He had decided to go back to university to better himself and maybe start his own business someday.

I thought he was just a nice guy when I told the story to Tim but later that evening in bed after making love, Tim asked what I thought of this guy (his name was Steve) and I honestly didn't know what he meant at the time. Tim wondered aloud if Steve might be the man for the job. I blushed and discounted Tim's suggestion but my mind was saying give it a chance. 

Well, for the next few weeks we talked more and hung out during break time and walked together to the parking lot afterwards. Then when he suggested we go for coffee one night, I agreed and for the first time I began to consider what Tim had been saying. 

Steve and I seemed to get more flirty after coffee that week. We had become friends and I liked talking to him. Each night when I got home Tim would ask if I was still considering Steve for our fantasy and one night while making love things got very hot and exciting when I finally said I wanted to do it. My two orgasms that night were nothing short of incredible and Tim, usually a once a night guy, came twice too.

The plan was hatched that I would invite Steve over for a barbeque right after the final exam on Saturday morning. I would tell him that Tim was out of town on business coming home later that day and that would give us the time I needed to live out our fantasy. I decided that maybe he wouldn't be interested in me that way and if not we could still enjoy a fun barbeque. I'd just have to see if things progress but I was sure going to try, this was really turning me on and Tim and I had very hot sex every night leading up to the barbeque day. Studying for exam became an effort, I had lost my focus.

Steve took the bait on exam day, I asked him on the way into the classroom if he'd be interested in coming to my place for a post-exam barbeque. I touched his arm when I asked him for extra effect. I think he got the picture and looked up and smiled at me several times during the exam.

He followed me in his car to our house which is very close to the university and once there I took his arm and brought him inside. He looked around kind of nervously and I explained that Tim was away until later today on business and that it was just us. I had the most awful case of butterflies that you could imagine. I took him by the hand and showed him around the house, saving the master bedroom for last.  I was getting the right signals from Steve so I made my move by asking if he was hungry yet. I guess he knew what I meant and pulled me into him and our lips met in a long, deep, and slow kiss. My butterflies were getting worse instead of better as the kissing progressed. We kissed for a long time before his hands eased to my ass. I could feel his erection pressing into me and my butterflies disappeared. I remember being very turned on as he undid my top and opened my blouse before kissing my breasts through my bra. God, I was burning up with desire. Things were actually going better than I had expected. He undressed me slowly taking his time to touch, feel and caress everything that needed to be touched. I was melting. He undid my jeans and I wiggled out of them leaving me standing there in my red panties (with a wet spot in the middle, I'm sure). He kneeled in front of me now and kissed and tongued me through my panties as I held his head. It was so erotic I was coming out of my skin.  I put a leg up on the bed to give him more access and a finger worked its way past my panties and right into my very wet vagina. I moaned and whispered his name over and over.. He lowered my panties and started planting kisses all over my vagina. I wasn't comfortable standing like that but couldn't move as he tongued me softly at first and then quickened his pace. Two of his fingers were exploring my very sensitive inside. I've always found cunnilingus to be very pleasurable and I could feel my first orgasm build as he savored me. Wow, this guy was really good at what he did.

I couldn't remain standing like that so when I came, I put my leg down and pulled him up to my lips and we kissed deeply. I could taste me which as most ladies know is highly erotic. I undid his shirt, and ran my hands over his solid chest. I kissed, licked and gently bit his nipples as my hand made its way to the bulge in his pants. I wondered for a brief moment what size penis he had; what was I in for.

Now I was on my knees and he stroked my hair. I lowered his khakis and looked at the bulge in his underwear. I traced my fingers along the outline of his penis and, still packed in his underwear, it felt like a generous portion. I lowered his underwear and his hard penis was looking straight at me (and my mouth). My hand barely closed around it as I licked and kissed it. Steve was twitching each time I kissed it. The true test came as I opened my mouth and took it inside. 

Okay, I'm not comparing Tim with Steve but lets just say that Tim was maybe a bit longer but Steve, well, he was thicker for sure. Thick enough that it was tough to open my mouth wide enough for it.

Steve was gentle and didn't force anything as I took my time and worked it in slowly. I could taste his pre-cum and sensed how excited he was becoming. His penis was rock hard and I rubbed his testicles as I did my work.

I didn't want him to come in my mouth (I wasn't ready to do that) so I moved to the bed and Steve followed. I laid on the bed, legs spread and he readily climbed on top adjusting himself above me.

I can't recall any words being spoken, just moaning as he brought his penis to the edge of my very wet vagina. I reached down and guided it inside. Slowly. I had to adjust to his girth since it was a bit bigger than I was used to.

Steve was finally buried inside me and I couldn't help but whisper the words "you are so thick" into his ear. Our lips locked and he slowly pulled his penis out of me before sliding it back inside. It didn't hurt (as I thought it might) but it did feel different and I can best describe it as a very full feeling inside. I loved it.

Steve did a pretty good job of lasting as long as he could but I could tell he was getting close when he picked up the pace and was thrusting hard. I think he was trying to hold on until I came again. 

There was no whispering this time. I begged Steve to come for me. I told him to come inside me. And a few more thrusts he did just that. He groaned deeply as he unloaded inside me. I could feel him actually coming inside me; what a sensation that was.

Steve crashed to the mattress beside me, we both laid there catching our breath, still trying to take in what we had just done. I leaned over to Steve and kissed him gently, his shiny penis was still twitching, still as hard as it was when we started. I felt exhausted and stretched not to mention that I've never felt so naughty in my whole life. I told myself that I had just done it – I had just made love to another man and it felt great.

We rested for a few minutes until he playfully reminded me that he was promised a barbeque. I told him to rest for a bit, I was going to grab a quick shower, then he could shower while I got things on the grill. I told him just to come outside to the patio when he was ready.

Steve joined me about a half hour later on the deck (its very private and our watchful neighbors couldn't see anything). When the food was cooked we sat at the table and ate, had a couple glasses of wine and talked about the exam. I wondered about the rest of the afternoon; would Steve stay or would he leave and once again butterflies set in. I agonized whether I should ask, suggest, or not say anything at all.

I was putting leftovers in the fridge and as I closed the fridge door, Steve was standing right there. He asked what time Tim was coming home and I told him around supper time. I laughed as he shot a look at the kitchen clock before taking me in his arms. Did we have time for a repeat performance, he asked as our lips met.

We stood there in the kitchen for a few minutes just kissing and touching. I was in such a state that I pulled off my t-shift and undid my bra. My nipples were a bit sensitive but I so wanted him to suck them again. Talk about a naughty side I didn't know I even had. He went slower this time, teasing me, his lips and tongue avoided my nipples until I begged him to suck them. 

I moaned loudly as Steve sucked and licked my breasts. I pulled him back to my face and then I reached down and undid his pants wanting to feel his penis again. Maybe it was because it was a different penis, maybe it was because of its size but I wanted it badly. Again, I was feeling so naughty.

There I was, kneeling on the kitchen floor, pulling on Steve's hard penis, licking the tip, sliding my tongue along the length, taking his testicles in my mouth. It was so exciting.

When I thought he was close to coming, I stood up and took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The rest of our clothes trailed on the floor behind us. Tim sat on the edge of the bed and I started where I left off. I was so turned on by performing oral sex on him that I momentarily considered letting him come in my mouth but remembered that Tim and I agreed that I wouldn't go quite that far. Instead I pushed him flat on the bed and climbed on top of him. I positioned myself over him and lowered myself onto his penis.  Tim adores when I do this for him and Steve seemed to appreciate it every bit as much. He played with my breasts as I rode him. Oh God, it was out of this world. I was swept by an orgasm that would have knocked my socks off (had I been wearing any).  The ripples shot through me with such intensity that I couldn't go on. I pulled myself off his penis and fell onto the bed beside Steve. Steve slide between my legs and found my very wet and very wanton vagina and wasted no time in pushing his hardness inside me.

A few thrusts and I was coming again, not as intense this time but still very good.  Steve continued to thrust slowly into me as we kissed. This time he lasted and lasted and lasted and soon enough I was feeling the start of another orgasm (incredibly, my third). We reached a frantic pace, I was thrusting back at him trying to come, he was pumping into me forcefully and with one final thrust he started to ejaculate inside me causing me to scream out that I was coming too. He filled my vagina as I shook and shook with another orgasm.

He stayed inside me for a few minutes while we kissed and caught our breath. His penis gradually softened and he rolled off me and onto the bed beside me.  I felt so empty and so incredibly satisfied. 

We rested and talked for a bit, it was mutually understood that as great as the afternoon was, it couldn't happen again. Steve was mature and I liked that he seemed to understand and realize could only happen once. I didn't mention that Tim knew all about this.

Steve left about an hour later, we shared some long, lingering kisses before I opened the front door and I honestly could have been lured into making love to him again. I was still worked up, much more than I expected to be. And then Steve was gone. I dropped into onto the armchair and just sat there for a long time thinking about what I had just done.

The ringing phone made me jump out of my skin. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Tim calling. I answered the phone and before he said anything I said "Tim, I've been very, very naughty and I love you very much, now please come home so I can tell you all about it" and I hung up the phone before he could ask me any questions.

Half an hour later Tim was home and found me, freshly showered and lying naked on our bed. He stripped as he walked to the bed, his erection standing proudly, his eyes locked straight into mine. We kissed and held each other for what seemed like an hour without saying anything. I had so much bottled up inside I was bursting with a need to tell him every detail.

Finally I started telling him the details. I felt every bit as naughty replaying everything that happened as when I was actually doing it with Steve. We touched and I talked. Tim seemed a bit surprised (but very impressed) that we made love twice. And it excited him so much when I told him how many times I came that he entered me right away and we made the most passionate love that we ever have. It was slow and tender and dotted with steamy details. Tim came quickly (as I expected) the first time but stayed inside me and kept pumping slowly before we came together. After Steve, my vagina was sore and a bit stretched but I was still needing to feel Tim inside me. 

Since then our lovemaking hasn't really been the same. The intensity is100 times more than before, our frequency is up to almost everyday, and its such a turn on for me to relate more to Tim as I remember things. 

Oh, I passed my exam but barely. Guess my focus was on what was going to happen with Steve than what I was writing on the exam paper. There will likely be another chapter to write because as I write this Tim is encouraging me to call Steve and see if he's up for a repeat performance. I'm up for it and I'll tell you how I make out, there are a few things we didn't get to do. Hmmmmm, gets me worked up just thinking about it. 



Back To School: Brother's Visit



*All characters portrayed in this story are 18 years or older. I'd like to thank Zaxxon again for the use of his characters and plave setting.

Sarah rolled over in her bed sleepily and shut off her alarm clock. It was around 6:30 in the morning. She usually woke up earlier but she'd smacked the snooze button on the clock a few times to give herself some extra sleep. She lazily slid out from under her white sheets to sit up in bed. She usually slept nude and last night was no exception. The sheets seemed to slide off of her voluptuous curves as she sat up. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head and her athletic legs out in front of her. Her toes dug into the carpet as she arched her back to stretch out her entire body. Her immense 36DD breasts stood out proudly from her chest as her pink nipples pointed at the wall in front of her.

Standing up, she walked over to a drawer, her breasts bouncing with each step, and pulled out a pair of skimpy red jogging shorts and a matching sports bra. Bending forward, her fat titties dangling underneath her, she slipped the shorts up the length of her sexy legs and over the curve of her tight butt. She next slipped the sports bra over her head and covered her breasts. She had to adjust the top so she wouldn't have a nipple popping out (an accident that often occurred, and sometimes in front of another lucky jogger). Lastly she tied her blond hair back with a black scrunchy and slipped on a pair of socks and sneakers.

She walked out of her room, her breasts jiggling even in the tight sports bra, and headed over to the spare room in her apartment. She'd recently come into the care of a foreign exchange student by the name of Juliet and Sarah hoped that the school would get Juliet's paper work fixed soon. They had no idea where she was supposed to stay or even which country she was from. Ada Schwartz, the school's principal, had given Sarah the job of taking care of her until everything was finalized.

Sarah cracked the door open to see that Juliet was still asleep. Sarah occasionally liked to see if the beautiful foreign teen would like to join her for her morning jogs but she decided against it as Juliet seemed to be in a very content sleep.

Heading over to her front door, Sarah headed out into the crisp morning air to start her jog. And unknowingly give any other morning joggers a wonderful view of her athletic and voluptuous body jiggling in all the right places.

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Sarah arrived back home about forty-five minutes later sweating profusely. A few strands of her blond hair stuck to her forehead and beads of sweat covered her ample cleavage. Going inside she found Juliet still asleep. Sarah didn't need to wake her up today even though it was a Friday. Today the school was closed for teacher meetings and for preparation of the next semester. Today was also the day that Principal Schwartz was going to announce her resignation to the staff and that Sarah would be taking over as principal next year.

Sarah's mind raced with the stress of the idea of being principal. She still couldn't believe that it was actually going to happen. As Sarah started the water for her shower she thought back to when she saw her boss a couple of weeks ago in her office. What Sarah had seen blew her away. Her once conservative and very bitchy boss had taken a complete turnaround in her personality ever since they'd started that porn web sight awhile ago. Now the goddess Ada Schwartz was walking around the school in short skirts and tight tops that barely covered her immense 38F globes. They were easily the largest pair of tits Sarah had ever seen. Or felt and sucked for that matter.

Standing under the warm spray of her shower, Sarah closed her eyes and thought back to that day when she and her boss had shot a video for the website to get money for the school. Images of both of their hands roaming over each other's naked curves and of their mouths exploring one another filled Sarah's thoughts as her own hands squeezed and massaged her massive breasts. One hand snaked down over her flat tummy and into the lips of her bald pussy to plunge three fingers into her depths.

"Ooooooh!" Sarah moaned loudly as she finally started to give herself some sexual relief. Sarah remembered sucking and slurping all over Ada's breasts. Each one was bigger then her own head as her lips sealed around one of Ada's stiff nipples. A trail of saliva followed Sarah's mouth as she pulled her face away from one nipple to the next. She imagined Ada squirming underneath her while they were both being filmed by Derrick, the senior student that helped set up the website.

Sarah suddenly snapped out of her sexual trance as she remembered that she was running a little late. Finishing her shower quickly she made her way back to her bedroom and quickly changed into another pair of shorts and a sports bra. One of the things she enjoyed about being a gym teacher was the fact that she could dress down for work every day (something that might change as soon as she was the principal).

As she was brushing and drying her wet blonde hair the doorbell suddenly rang. Sarah looked at her clock and saw that it was only 7:30.

"Who would be coming to my door this early in the day?" Sarah asked herself as she headed to the door.

"Hey Sis!" came a surprising voice as Sarah opened her door.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?" Sarah asked her little brother.

Kevin was a senior in high school back in their hometown. He was slightly taller then his sister with the same eye and hair color. His hair was short and spiky and looked good on him. He was very fit from being on the school track and swimming teams. He was always motivated for sports because his big sister was always into them.

"What, I can't visit my sister?" Kevin asked smiling, "I've got a week off from school so I thought I'd come down and hang out with you for awhile."

Kevin walked past his sister and into her living room. He had one large suitcase in his hand and a backpack draped over a shoulder. Dropping both on the floor he plopped down on her couch and relaxed.

"Just make yourself at home why don't you?" Sarah joked as she kicked his foot lightly.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked as he looked around the apartment.

"Well you can do whatever you want, but I need to go to work. Think you can occupy yourself for eight hours?" Sarah asked as she grabbed her keys and headed for her door.

"Ah, you're working? Damn it." Kevin said in a disappointed tone. "Well alright then. I'll see you when you get home."

"Ok, take care. Don't tear my place apart!" Sarah blew her brother a kiss goodbye and shut the door behind her.

"Well, guess I'll have some breakfast." Kevin said to himself as he got up and headed into the kitchen. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal he ate and read the side of the box out of boredom. 

About ten minutes past when suddenly he heard a door open in the apartment. Raising an eyebrow Kevin stayed sitting at the table as he heard someone come towards the kitchen. What he saw nearly knocked him off of his chair.

Juliet came walking around the corner wearing just a black thong and matching bra. Her tanned skin looked incredibly sexy as almost all of it was exposed. Her long smooth legs looked well toned and Kevin could just imagine what it would be like to be between them. Her soft tummy led up to her unbelievably huge tits. They were pushed out proudly with the bra and looked like they were straining the black cups to their limits. Her shoulder length brown hair looked freshly brushed and bounced around her shoulders. Seeing the young man at the table eating, Juliet gave him a warm sexy smile.

"Hallo, who are you?" she asked.

Kevin tried not to laugh as he heard her rich accent. He couldn't quite place where it was from. "Um....Hi, I'm Kevin."

"Hi Keveen!" she said before she placed one of her hands on top of her immense cleavage, "I am Juliet."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Kevin couldn't believe he was having this warm meet and greet with this girl while she was only wearing her very skimpy underwear.

Juliet reached in the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice before she walked over to sit across from Kevin. Her huge breasts jiggled and bounced like jello in the bra. "So.....you fuck Sarah?" she asked before she took sip of her juice.

Kevin choked on his mouthful of cereal. "What?! N-No!" he said before he wiped his mouth with his arm, "S-She's my sister!"

"Sis......Sister?" Juliet looked confused when he said this. She had no idea what he was talking about. "What is sister?"

"You know, sister......um....." Kevin tried to think of a way to explain it to her without being to confusing. Giving up he decided to turn the questions in her direction. "So Juliet, what are you doing here?"

"Hmm?" Juliet said. She had such a cute expression when she was confused with her head turned slightly to one side.

"What do you do?" Kevin asked again.

"Oh!" Juliet said as she finally understood, "I like suck cock!" she said smiling.

Again Kevin chocked on his cereal when he heard her reply. He looked at her with a shocked expression but she just smiled and seemed clueless about what she had said.

"Ok...." Kevin assumed she had no idea of what she was talking about so he let it slide. His mind was still reeling with how weird this situation was. Here was this young foreign goddess sitting in front of him wearing just her underwear and she'd already asked if he fucked his sister and that she loves to suck cock. Kevin shook his head and finished his cereal.

After a few minutes Kevin put his dishes in the sink and looked back at Juliet. She was still smiling at him cluelessly as she finished her juice. "Well, I guess I'll just watch some movies or something until sis gets back." He said to himself as he walked into the living room. Juliet followed him into the room after she finished her juice. She sat on the sofa and curled her sexy legs underneath herself.

Kevin shook his head again as he thought about how strange everything was. Of coarse he wasn't complaining when he looked over her tanned voluptuous curves. Sitting on the floor in front of his sisters TV stand he soon began to go through her small selection of movies. After a couple of minutes he came upon a DVD case with the word "Westville" written on the side. Remembering that this was the name of his sisters school Kyle thought that this was a recording of some previous football games or something.

He remembered his sister mentioning that she had coached a couple of games so he assumed that this is what it was for. When he opened it up there were two discs inside. On each one there was a label with names written on it in numbered pairs. The names on the first disc were Ada/Brent, Cindy/Sarah/Brent, Ada/Sarah, and Betty/Bobby. "That's strange. Whose names are these?" Kevin thought to himself as he looked at the list of names on the second disk. The second disc had the names Ada/Derrick/Bobby, Sarah/Derrick, Emily/George, Juliet/George/Derrick, Cindy/George/Derrick, and Sarah/Cindy/Bobby.

Still thinking that these had something to do with the school Kevin popped the first disk into the player and sat down beside Juliet. What he didn't know was that these were the recordings for the porn site that his sister had created. Derrick, the senior who had helped create the website, had digitally recorded all of the scenes to the two discs and given them to Sarah as a gift.

A few weeks ago Sarah was forced into helping Principal Schwartz come up with $20,000 to help the school's budget. The only thing that they could do on such short notice was to start a website featuring the "Big Tit" faculty of Westville. Originally they'd only had the two videos of Ada with Brent and of Sarah with Brent and her friend Cindy. They'd filmed another video with Ada and Sarah (which really brought in more viewers to the site) and a fourth with Betty Smith and her son Bobby.

The website had generated all the money they had needed and the school was saved along with everyone's jobs. After the sudden success of the porn site Betty suggest they keep going with it for awhile just so they could all have a little extra money. Derrick was more then happy to continue as it gave him even more chances to fuck and film the busty faculty members. Sarah had another idea to ask her friend Emily Williams, the school secretary, if she wanted to shoot a video and she was more then happy to do it. Sarah had a little fun with Emily a couple of months ago during a school ski trip. Both of the curvy sexy women had ended up in a cabin with four students in the middle of a huge snowstorm. One thing led to another and both women ended up on their hands and knees receiving a double penetration from all four boys.

The DVD player started and the image of a classroom filled the screen. The picture was pretty good for being filmed with a handheld digital camera. Eventually an incredibly beautiful and busty blonde woman came into the room followed by a young man. The woman was dressed very conservatively in a long black skirt and a button up white blouse with long sleeves. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun and she had a pair of glasses resting on her cute nose. From the looks of her clothing it seemed that she was trying to hide as much skin as she could but Kevin could easily see her incredible curves. Nothing could hide those mountains of flesh on her chest or the roundness of her butt cheeks.

A few moments passed as Kevin watched the video. His attention kept getting pulled away from the screen as he glanced over to admire Juliet's incredible nearly naked body. Soon however his eyes shot back to the screen when the young man (which he assumed was Brent) began to take off his clothes while the busty blonde began to unbutton her blouse.

Kevin's eyes bugged out when the blonde, who had to be Ada, took off her bra to reveal her unbelievably huge fleshy globes. Brent reached out and began to squeeze and suck on her massive utters, making her moan in pleasure.

"Holy shit...." Kevin said to himself. He suddenly remembered Juliet sitting next to him and he looked over to see her watching the video as well. His cock had already been hard when he had first seen Juliet in just her underwear but now having her sitting next to him while watching a porno nearly blew his mind. His dick was pointing straight out and pushing against the front of his khakis.

Suddenly, before he could even think to reach over to the remote and shut off the movie, Juliet reached over and began to rub the bulge in Kevin's pants while she continued to watch the screen. She knew what was on the disks since she'd watched and even performed in one of the scenes. She still thought that this young man beside her was just another of Sarah's lovers so she assumed that this was alright and that he'd just come by to fuck Sarah and to watch the movies.

Kevin groaned as he looked down to see Juliet's fingers squeeze around the shape of his cock through his pants. His eyes traveled over her curves and back to her hand before going back to the TV screen. Not wanting to stop a good thing, Kevin slouched forward on the couch so most of his lover body was hanging off of the cushions. Reaching down he undid his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers. His hard and impressively large cock swung up to point at the ceiling.

Not missing a beat Juliet moved her hand back and circled her soft fingers around the large piece of meat. Slowly her hand pumped up and down Kevin's length making him groan in pleasure. A few drops of precum were pushed out of the tip and ran down the underside of his veiny shaft.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Kevin couldn't believe his luck. He came here to visit his sister and the last thing he imagined happening to him was to have a busty foreign goddess give him a handjob while they both watched a porno. He looked at her huge tits which were jiggling lightly from the movement of her hand on his cock. The groaning coming from the screen turned his attention back to the television to see the teenager pumping his cock in and out of the blonde's cleavage.

"Hey Juliet, want to do that?" Kevin asked her as he pointed to the screen.

Juliet didn't understand what he said but when he pointed to the video of Principal Schwartz on her knees with a throbbing cock pumping between her tits she got the meaning of what he was asking. "Ok!" she said as she smiled and moved off the couch and in front of the eager teen. She pulled his shoes off before she next took off his pants. Placing herself between his spread legs Juliet began to double fist him quickly for a few moments before she wetted and pursed her lips and planted a wet kiss on his cock's helmet.

Kevin sucked in an excited breath as he watched Juliet kiss his cock before she slowly slid her mouth over the tip. Her tongue wiggled out between her lips and rubbed around the underside while she slowly lifted her mouth up and down his length. He looked back up at the action as he watched Ada moan and squeal with pleasure as the eager teen fucked her fleshy mountains.

Juliet hummed and slurped over the cock in her mouth. She knew she had to get him nice and wet for a good tittie fuck. One hand was still pumping on the lower half of his dick while the other had moved down to cup and squeeze his balls gently. She could taste the precum oozing out of his cock as she circled her tongue round the tip while it was still in her mouth.

Kevin watched as Juliet released his steel hard shaft from her mouth with a wet pop and rested on her knees as she reached back to unclasp her bra. Feeling quite hot, Kevin took his t-shirt off quickly before he went back to his reclining position. Suddenly Juliet's bra came off and she slipped it off of her shoulders and down her arms. "Holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed as he saw her succulent breasts naked for the first time. They were absolutely immense. Each one was round and perky as they stood out from her chest proudly. The tanned flesh jiggled a little as she scooted forward on her knees and cupped each fleshy globe in her hands to squeeze them together.

Juliet smiled up at Kevin as she scooped up his hard cock with her soft titties. Keeping them squeezed around him she began to slide them up and down. She watched as his large head popped in and out repeatedly. "I like tittie fuck!" she said as she gave him another one of her clueless smiles.

"I like fucking your tits to!" Kevin replied as he lightly pumped his hips to thrust his dick between the firm fleshy pillows. He still couldn't get over how big her tits where. She didn't look older then him and yet her breasts were easily bigger then any other girls' in his school.

Juliet turned to watch the screen as she heard the young man moan as he shot an impressive load of cum all over her pale globes. Brent was slapping his hard cock all over Ada's huge tits, making them jiggle as she still kept them together with her hands. Juliet licked her lips as she imagined that same thing happening to her.

Kevin's attention was also drawn to the television as he watched the younger guy order the busty blonde to lean over onto the desk behind her so he could fuck her. "That's what I want right now!" Kevin thought to himself as he watched the school principal lean forward on the desk and spread her athletic thighs apart. Her huge cum covered breasts squashed against her and smeared cum all across the top of the desk.

Kevin slipped his cock out from between Juliet's breasts and pointed at the screen again. "Now let's fuck!" he said as he smiled at her.

Juliet turned to look at the screen to see Brent getting behind the principal and thrust his cock into her eager pussy. Juliet definitely knew what "fuck" meant sense she'd heard Sarah scream it so many times from her bedroom so she was more then happy to oblige. Still on her knees, she raised herself up slightly and hooked her thumbs onto the waistband of her underwear. Sliding the skimpy thong down her succulent thighs she next turned so she lay on her hip as she slipped them all the way off and threw them across the room. Kevin could see that her pussy was completely shaved and didn't have a single trace of hair on it. She next turned around and got on her hands and knees as she faced the porno. She wanted to watch the movie while she was getting fucked as she loved to watch other people have sex also. Her big fat tanned tits hung underneath her as her nipples scraped across the carpet lightly.




Back To School: Brother's Visit



Kevin saddled up behind the tanned goddess and squeezed her fleshy heart shaped ass. His cock was bouncing against his abs as it was pointing straight up. He'd never been this hard and excited in his life. Breathing excitedly he gripped his big hard cock in his hand and angled it down to point at Juliet's tight little pussy. Her sexual excitement was also obvious as her lips were pink, moist, and engorged, just ready to have a nice big dick shoved into her.

Popping the head in easily, Kevin groaned loudly as he grabbed Juliet's firm thighs in his hands as he pushed himself into her. He looked down to see his thick long shaft stretch her open as her pussy lips engulfed him. Finally he bottomed out with a satisfying grunt from Juliet. Her ass was squashed against his and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Hearing moaning coming from the television, Kevin looked up to see that Brent was happily slapping his pelvis against his sexy buxom principal. Kevin watched Brent's cock saw in and out of the big tit blonde and soon smiled to himself as he pulled out of Juliet and thrust back into her.

Juliet pushed her upper body up all the way on her arms and watched the porno as Kevin's cock filled her again and again. She moaned quietly in pleasure and whimpered every once and awhile. She flung her long brown hair across her back as she bounced back against Kevin's body and curled her little toes from the pleasure. "Fuck me!" she said as she continued to watch the sex scene in front of her.

Kevin spanked Juliet's ass and watched it jiggle as he really began to pound into her. "God I hope every day of my vacation is going to be like this!" he thought to himself as he fucked the voluptuous teen. He heard loud groaning from the TV so he looked up just in time to see Brent cumming. Kevin could tell he was cumming inside the busty blonde as he held her by the hips and kept her pressed against him. Kevin smiled as he soon hoped he'd be doing the same thing.

The screen went black for a few seconds as the scene finished and Kevin continued to pound into Juliet. She just moaned softly as she laid her upper body down on the carpet and clenched her hands. Her unbelievably huge tits squashed against her and Kevin could see them press out from her sides. He still couldn't get over how big her bust was.

The TV soon filled with another picture and Kevin looked up after spanking Juliet's ass again. On the screen he saw the same guy that was in the last scene sitting on a couch. "Damn this is one lucky guy! Who is he going to fuck next?" Kevin thought to himself. Suddenly he got his answer as his own sister walked into view. Kevin froze in place; his cock stuffed all the way inside Juliet, and stared at the screen in disbelief. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His sister was dressed in a black lace bra and matching thong. The bra was a pushup and lifted her huge firm tits up. Her cleavage was something to worship. Thigh high black stockings trailed up her long athletic legs and were connected to a black garter belt. Seven inch platform heels encased her feet and made her look incredibly tall as they gave her legs a sexy curve.

Kevin was still speechless as he watched his sister moved over and kneel in front of her student. Kevin started to feel butterflies in his stomach as he started to slide his cock in and out of Juliet again while he watched his own sister take off the guy's pants and begin to suck on his engorged cock.

Juliet lifted herself back up to look at the screen again. She smiled as she saw Sarah on her knees sucking Brent's cock into her mouth while he undid the clasp on her bra. "Sarah likes suck cock too!" Juliet said as she looked back at her lover over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah!" was all Kevin could say as he watched his sister's huge knockers spill out of the black lacy bra as Brent undid the clasp. Kevin was really getting excited now as he fucked the busty exchange student while he watched his own sister giving a blowjob. He knew his sister was attractive (you'd have to be blind otherwise) but he'd never had any sexual feeling for her until now.

Suddenly a doorbell rang came from the video and Sarah covered her breasts with her hands and stood up before she walked out of the camera view to check the door. Kevin couldn't help but chuckle as Brent winked at the camera. After a few moments Sarah returned but with a friend in tow. The woman standing next to her was nearly identical to Sarah in body shape. The only difference was that her skin was tanned and she had long brown hair. This new tanned goddess was wearing only a sheer red babydoll that hugged her breasts together and came down just over the tops of her thighs. Kevin could see that she wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy was shaved.

"Oh! Fuck my pussy!" Juliet moaned in her rich accent. She watched as Cindy and Sarah moved over to Brent. Sarah resumed her position in front of him and wrapped her large breasts around his hard cock while Cindy took off her top and leaned in so he could suck and slurp all over her fat tits.

Kevin could feel his orgasm build up within him like a powerful electric current. A dozen more strokes into Juliet's velvet smooth pussy and he started to cum. He was moaning loudly as he watched Brent do the same as his cock spewed his cum all over Sarah's pale skin. She continued to slip her titties up and down, milking his cock for each drop she could.

Kevin was gasping for breath as he pumped a couple of times into Juliet, emptying his swollen balls into her depths. He didn't even care that he wasn't wearing a condom. His cock twitched madly inside the busty tanned teen as rope after scalding rope or jizz squirted out.

Reaching down and cupping one of her huge melons, Juliet angled it up and began to suck on her own nipple as she felt cum being pumped into her. Her toes curled in pleasure as she felt her insides warm from Kevin's spunk.

Both teens were sweating and panting like wild animals as they both enjoyed the post orgasmic bliss. With Juliet still speared upon his shaft Kevin looked up to see that Sarah had gotten on her hands and knees and that Cindy was doing the same as she lay atop her friend. Cindy's large breasts squashed against Sarah's back while Brent saddled up behind both ladies. Grabbing his hard cock he angled it down and plunged into Sarah's wet tight pussy.

Kevin groaned in pleasure as he watched his voluptuous and slutty sister get fucked. Even though he'd just cum, Kevin was still rock hard and he once again took up his vigorous thrusting into Juliet's cunt. His cum squirted out of her with each thrust and ran down the inside of her thighs. Kevin spanked her ass again as he watched his sister's porno.

Today was definitely going to be a good day!

* * * * *

Sarah pulled into the school's parking lot and got out of her car before making her way towards her workplace. It was a beautiful day and she smiled as she enjoyed the sunlight caressing her body. She hated that she had to work on a day like this but she was glad that she didn't have to deal with any of the students. Making her way towards the gym, Sarah passed by the main office. Glancing over she saw that her boss, Principal Schwartz, had already come in and that the office door was closed but that her light was on inside.

"I don't know how that woman can come in so early everyday." Sarah said to herself as she shrugged and continued on. Unbeknownst to Sarah, but at that very moment Principal Schwartz was at that very moment enjoying the intimate company of a couple of the senior boys. She was definitely enjoying her new found sexuality and seducing the teenage boys.

Heading into the gym and making her way towards her own office Sarah noticed that her coworker Bradley Hicks hadn't arrived yet, although she wasn't surprised by that fact at all. He probably wasn't going to come in at all.

Thinking of Coach Hicks, Sarah suddenly remembered back to her second year of teaching. She'd been given a ton of extra work including coaching Hick's class because he'd hurt his back in some accident. Groaning to herself, Sarah remembered the day she went over to his house to go over some class forms. One thing led to another and she'd ended up giving him a blow job. Ever since then he'd been making all kinds of sexual advances at her. She would have ratted him out awhile ago except that he knew about her affairs with some of the students.

On one hand though, she had to admit that she had enjoyed it. He was kinda cute even if he did look a little pathetic, and she'd been so horny that whole semester from fucking Brent almost everyday. Sarah sighed as she plopped herself down behind her desk. She still couldn't believe what kind of a teacher she had become. Over the past few years of teaching she'd fucked dozens of her students. She just couldn't help herself! As soon as she saw an eager horny teen just waiting to please her she'd cave in.

"I've really got to control myself! I'm going to be the principal next year. I can't keep spreading my thighs for every senior boy that comes calling." Even to her own ears the argument sounded weak. Placing her head in her hands, Sarah blew out a long breath. "God, at this rate before you know it my own brother will be between my legs!" she said sarcastically to herself.

"Who's going to be between your legs?"

Startled, Sarah looked up to see her friend and school nurse Cindy Brown standing in the office doorway smiling. "Huh? Oh n-never mind Cindy, I'm just talking to myself." Sarah said as she smiled nervously.

Cindy gave her friend a coy smile as she stepped into the office. Whenever she came in for work she usually wore a revealing nurse's uniform that hugged her sexy curves and left most of her legs and cleavage completely revealed. Today since there weren't any students in the school to seduce she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a sleeveless white silk blouse that was buttoned up half way. Cindy and Sarah had nearly identical bodies except where Sarah's skin was fair, Cindy's was very tanned. Her long straight brown hair looked shiny as it fell loosely down to the middle of her back. Sitting down on the corner of Sarah's desk, Cindy placed her hands behind her and looked at her friend.

"What's got you so flustered this morning?"

Sarah rested back her chair and leaned her head back. "Oh I think I'm just getting stressed out about this promotion. I never thought of becoming the principal!"

"Don't worry so much. Otherwise you'll look like an old hag with all the creases you'll get in your forehead." Cindy stuck her tongue out at her friend to reassure her that she was joking. "I think you need to do something to relieve all that stress."

"Yeah, and I can just imagine what you'd recommend." Sarah said with a raised eyebrow to her friend. "I'll admit, a good fucking would feel really great right now but I'm just too busy. Plus Kevin is staying at my place so I can't really do anything there."

"Who's Kevin?" Cindy asked.

"I've never told you about him? He's my little brother." Sarah reached into her bag and pulled out her planner. After going through it a few times she found a picture of her brother and handed it to her friend.

Cindy took the picture and smiled as she the blonde, muscular teenage surfer standing on the beach and smiling in just his bathing suit. "He is cute!" she said with a hungry look in her eye, "I wonder if he's as big of a nympho as his big sister?"

"Cindy!" Sarah exclaimed before she laughed and tried to grab the picture back, "Don't talk about my little brother like that!"

"Why? He's a young hunk!" Cindy said playfully as she held the picture far away so her friend couldn't reach it. "I'd love to have him between my legs!"

"Cindy stop!" Sarah continued to laugh as she struggled with her friend to get the photo back. "I swear, you're worse then I am!"

Cindy giggled when Sarah was finally able to retrieve the picture from her grasp. Standing up she walked over and stopped at the doorway, "Don't worry so much Sarah. Give me a call and we'll do something this weekend." Cindy bent over, her huge tanned tits dangling underneath her in the silk blouse, and blew a kiss to her friend "Bye!"

"Flirt!" Sarah said before she blew her own kiss at the sexy school nurse. After Cindy walked away Sarah found herself staring at the picture of Kevin. She had to admit that he did look really good in just his shorts. Sighing to herself, Sarah put the picture away and turned to her paperwork. The sooner she got it done the sooner she'd be home.

* * * * *

Sarah was tapping her fingers on her steering wheel and singing along to the radio as she pulled into her parking space. She'd finished all of her work in less then four hours and she was eager to be home and maybe go out for lunch or something with her little brother. Turning off her ignition, she grabbed her purse and got out of her car before heading up the stairs to her apartment. Her firm, fat 36DD's bounced with each step she took.

Unlocking her door and stepping inside she was about to announce herself when suddenly she saw something that made her eyes go wide. There on her TV screen was one of the videos that had been shot for the Westville High Sluts website. The DVD cases of all the movies were open and strewed across the floor. Sarah covered her mouth as she suddenly realized that Kevin must have found them by accident.

Moaning came from the TV and Sarah looked over to see one of the later scenes they'd filmed for the website. The sexy school nurse Cindy Brown was on her knees and moaning loudly. Her tanned body was wet with sweat and her lushes curves were moving in all the right places and both Derrick and George double teamed her. Derrick was holding onto her hips and pumping his young hard cock into her pussy while George was holding onto her ass as he pounded between her butt-cheeks.

Suddenly Sarah became aware of more moans that weren't coming from her television. Following them, she quietly stepped towards Juliet's bedroom. Looking around the edge of the doorframe Sarah watched with a surprised expression as Kevin, her own little brother, was lying atop the voluptuous Juliet and thrusting his impressively large cock in and out of her tight young pussy with an urgent need.

Juliet's legs were hooked around her lovers' arms and flailing around in the air while she was holding onto the bed frame above her head as her body was pounded mercilessly. "Oh!.....Y-Ya!.....Fuck me!" she screamed out. Her enormous, tanned melons jiggled and were going ballistic on her chest as she was pounded.

Every muscle in Kevin's slender athletic body was taunt and dripping with sweat. He was staring down at the busty teen below him as he was literally doing pushups on top of her. His balls, filling up with another huge load of cum, were slapping loudly against her succulent ass again and again.

Sarah just continued to look on as her little brother fucked her student. As much as she hated to admit it, she was getting turned on. Kevin really knew how to fuck a woman! Her pink nipples became stiff and she started to become wet as she smelled the sex in the air and the sights and sounds in front of her. Without even thinking about it, Sarah lifted her sports bra up and over her huge fat udders and began to play with them. Her warm hands felt good on her skin as she palmed her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Suddenly an image filled Sarah's mind. She imagined that it was her lying on her back with Kevin between her sweaty thighs.

Coming back to reality Sarah shook the image from her head and looked down at her hands on her chest and her thighs rubbing together. "What the hell am I doing? Why am I so horny?" she thought to herself. Slipping her sports bra on, Sarah took one last look at the young lovers before sneaking back and quietly leaving the apartment. Heading back down, she got in her car and sat for several minutes looking at the dashboard.

"Why am I so turned on watching Kevin? Is something wrong with me?" Sarah said to herself. Thinking for a long time, she finally decided that she needed to talk to someone. Someone that had experience in this sort of thing.

* * * * *

The suburban neighborhood where the Smith's and William's families lived in looked very similar to any other suburb. Most of the houses looked very much alike. The lawns were neat and tidy with the occasional clay gnome sitting amongst them. A few children were giggling and shooting water pistols at each other. It was all very quiet and innocent looking. At that very moment however there was something happening inside the Smith's home that was very taboo.

Inside the master bedroom Bobby Smith and his neighbor Mike Williams were both standing next to the large bed, their teenage bodies naked in the sunlight coming in from the window, and moaning as their own mother's, Betty Smith and Emily Williams, sucked their cocks with eager enthusiasm.

The bodies of both mothers were beyond belief. Betty's skin was a slight tan from sitting out by the pool often. Subtle tan lines revealed where she would wear her very skimpy bikinis. Her short hair that came down to her cheeks and framed her face bobbed back and forth as she slid her plump lips up and down her son's manhood. Her bountiful 38DD breasts bounced around and her cute bubble butt rested on her small feet as she stayed on her knees with her hands resting on her son's thighs.

Emily's skin was of a beautiful milky complexion that made her long jet black curly hair, and bright blue eyes that much more striking. She was playing with her huge 40E breasts with one hand, pinching her small dark nipples, and jacking off her own son while she stared up at him while sucking on his testicles. She was so horny that she was rubbing her pussy with the heel of one foot.

"Oh f-fuck mom!" Mike exclaimed as he looked down at Emily while she sucked his balls into her mouth. He was leaning back with his hands on the bed as he moved his hips slightly to increase the pleasure of the hand job he was getting. Her slender fingers, slightly covered with lotion, slid up and down his hard meat.

Emily released her son's testicles from the warm wet confines of her mouth and smiled up at him before she angled his cock down and slid her soft lips over the first few inches while she continued to slide one hand up and down around the base. Her other hand reached around and fondled his muscular ass cheeks. "Mmmmm!" she moaned in pleasure as she felt the tight muscles against her fingers.

Obscene wet sucking noises continued right next to them as Betty was slurping away on her own son's rock hard shaft. Her short hair tickled her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down Bobby's length. Her spit slid all the way down to drip onto the floor.


"Jesus Christ!" Bobby moaned as he leaned his head back and smiled as he enjoyed the incredible feeling of his own mother's mouth pleasing him.

Slowly lifting her mouth off of Mike's cock, Emily licked the tip, causing him to shiver with pleasure, and continued with her hand job. "Mmmm, Betty don't you just love it when the boys have a day off?" she said to her friend even as she continued to grind her pussy into her heel.

"Mmmhmm!" Betty replied with Bobby's cock still in her mouth. Following Emily's lead, she also slid her mouth slowly off of her son's dick and began to jack him off. "Oh yes! I was so glad to hear that we all had today off." Betty said before she giggled and leaned over towards Emily. Both milfs kissed passionately, their tongues plunging into each other's mouth.

Emily pulled away an inch and smiled at her friend, "Mmmm you're such a good kisser Betty!"

They kissed again and moaned to each other lightly. They both enjoyed making out together but they were having more fun knowing that Mike and Bobby were watching them. Pulling away from each other they both giggled before looking up at the faces of their sons contorted in pleasure. "Are you boys ready for a good tit fuck?" Betty asked.




Back To School: Brother's Visit



"Yes!" both exclaimed in joy and excitement.

"Good! But first you better get some lotion on our breasts I think. Don't you Emily?" Betty arched her back a little, her huge 38DD already riding high on her chest stuck out a little more.

"Good idea." Emily said as she followed her friend's lead and also arched her sexy back. Her own 40E milky jugs stuck out proudly and her small quarter sized nipples pointed at her son.

Both teenagers grabbed the small tubes of lotion they'd brought in and snapped the caps off before pointing them at their mother's chests. Thick strings of white goo that looked like cum squirted out and streaked across their smooth skin. After squeezing out the lotion both son's threw the tubes away and pounced on their mother's abundant tit flesh.

Betty and Emily squealed with joy as their son's strong hands mauled and squeezed their melons like bread dough. The lotion gave their skin a wet sheen as the hands of both eager teens eagerly covered every inch. Mike couldn't control himself as he leaned down and sucked Emily's left nipple and as much of her breast as he could into his ravenous mouth. Emily gasped in pleasure and looked down to watch her son nurse on her fat titties.

"I think they're good to go!" Betty said as she smiled when she saw Mike's enthusiasm.

"Mmmhmm!" Emily moaned out as she nibbled her lower lip. She loved to have her nipples sucked on and her son was doing a fine job of it.

"Ok stand back for a second guys, Emily and I want to try something new."

Both boys regretfully released their grip on the huge jugs of both mothers. Staying on their knees, Betty and Emily cupped their hands under their bountiful tit flesh and leaned into each other. Emily's pale vanilla white tits squashed against Betty's caramel colored ones, their nipples poking into one another. Both mothers began to kiss again for a second as they enjoyed the pleasure of their bodies touching each other.

After a minute both pulled away to catch their breath and smile at Bobby and Mike. "Ok, Bobby you come around to the left side and son you come around to the right. We want you to fuck our tits at the same time!" Emily said excitedly. Her breasts nearly touched her chin as they were squashed against her, as were Betty's.

"How?" asked Bobby.

"Easy, just fuck our tits from the sides." replied Betty as she looked up at her son. Leaning her head down slightly, Betty licked the top of her succulent breast and over the top of Emily's.

Figuring out what to do, Bobby held one shoulder of Emily's and one of his mother's and plunged his hard cock between both pairs of tits. He groaned loudly as he felt one nipple from his mother's breast and one from Emily's rub against either side of his shaft.

As Bobby's fucked between the tits of both milfs, Mike followed suit and did the same. "Oh fuck yeah!" he moaned as he felt himself surrounded by the slippery tit flesh of both mothers.

Betty and Emily continued to make out as they held their breasts to one another. Their tit flesh jiggled as they tit fucked from either side. Occasionally their cocks slid out from time to time, but Bobby or Mike quickly got a hold of it and plunged it back in. It felt so good to have the nipples of both curvaceous mothers rubbing against the sides of their shafts.

Watching his mother and Betty kissing each other passionately gave him an idea. The first time all four of them got together Bobby got a blow job from both women at the same time and Mike seriously wanted to try that out. Pulling his hard cock out from the confines of the mass of slippery tit flesh, he plunged it between the mouths of both mothers, his balls dragging along the tops of their breasts. 

Betty and Emily responded in kind as one slid her lips up one side and sucking all the way, the other did the same but in the opposite direction. Mike groaned in pleasure as he slid his cock back and forth in time with both mouths moving over him.

Meanwhile, Bobby was breathing hard as he continued with his glorious tit fuck. He still held onto the shoulders of both milfs as his cock slid in and out between their tits. Occasionally the tip would pop out between all four enormous jugs. "I-I think we should move on to the fucking!" Bobby exclaimed. 

Betty kissed the tip of Mike's cock and smiled over at Emily, "Do you mind if I take Mike first?"

"Only if I get Bobby here." Replied Emily as she smiled up at him.

Everyone stood up and moved towards the large, plush bed. Both Betty's and Emily's bodies bounced and jiggled in all the right places as they walked over and crawled onto the bed seductively, swaying their sexy asses towards their sons to entice them. Both women rolled over onto their backs, opened up their thighs and bending their knees, their huge breasts only flattening out slightly against their chests.

Both boys quickly got into place, Bobby between Emily's succulent creamy thighs, and Mike between Betty's tanned muscular hips. Panting with excitement Mike gripped his dick in his hand, feeling it pulse in time with his heartbeat, and pushed with his hips as he nuzzled the head between Betty's cunt. Groaning with pleasure as he buried his big thick cock into her tight folds, he then reached up and gave both of her lotion covered melons a big squeeze.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me Mike!" Betty encouraged him as she wrapped her legs around his and reached down to squeeze his young firm ass. Betty was very happy to have Emily and Mike as her new neighbors. Now she had another eager teenager that wanted to fuck her all the time and a sexy mom just like herself that she could fondle and play with as well.

Meanwhile, Bobby had hooked both of Emily's legs over his arms with her delicate ankles resting against his strong shoulders. Placing his hands on either side of her head he began to piston his own large shaft in and out of her beautiful shaved pussy. He was panting with each thrust as he looked at her gorgeous face and then at her huge tits that began to jiggle around with the combined movement on the bed.

"Ooooh!.....Oh!....Ugh!.." Emily began to grunt and moan as she looked up at Bobby with wide eyes and an open mouth. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly as her jaw dropping body was fucked hard. The muscles in her legs stood out as they flexed with each impact of Bobby's pelvis against hers.

Mike grabbed Betty's wrists in his hands and held them above her head as he continued with his thrusting. He loved the feeling of her small feet rubbing against his sweaty legs as the walls of her pussy gripped and squeezed around him tightly. Leaning down he began to kiss and nuzzle her neck.

Betty cooed in pleasure and squealed as she was held captive in Mike's strong grasp. She wanted to run her hands all over his body but she just couldn't break out of his grip. Her short hair started to stick to her forehead as she started to get sweaty. She could feel her tits squash against Mike's chest and their nipples rub together as his body moved on top of hers.

Emily was biting her bottom lip as Bobby lifted himself up onto his knees and grasped both of her ankles in his hands. Spreading her legs as wide as a gymnast, he continued to piston his dick into her wet sucking pussy. His cock was slick and shiny in the light of the room and he could feel her juices run down over his testicles and down into the crack of her ass.

With the combined blow job and tit fuck earlier, neither Mike nor Bobby could last very long with the likes of either voluptuous goddess they were currently with. After a dozen more strokes Mike bit down on Betty's shoulder and continued to hold onto her wrists as he orgasmed and shot his seed deep into her womb. 

Betty squealed in pleasure as she felt his large cock jerking around wildly inside her very tight tunnel. She squirmed beneath him and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

As Bobby witnessed Mike cumming he couldn't hold out anymore. Slamming all the way into Emily, his balls heavy with a load of cum and squashed against her plump ass; he felt his release as his jizm shot out of him with the force of a shotgun. Again and again his cum churned out and shot deep into the forbidden depths of her belly.

Emily's legs quivered as she also came with her young lover. She still held onto the blankets tightly as she arched her back, her huge jugs standing out on her chest, and released a throaty moan from deep inside her.

Both boys rolled off of the beautiful older woman below them and soon all were panting for breath and reviling in post orgasmic bliss. Betty rubbed her stomach and rubbed her thighs together as she felt Mike's cum warm her from inside. She brushed a strand of hair off of her sweaty face and smiled contently. Emily also held her thighs together, enjoying the feeling of having someone's cum inside her. She casually massaged her tender breasts as she blew a strand of her dark hair out of her face.

"Mmmm, so Betty, when does your husband get home?" Emily asked. Her pale skin had a rosy glow to it.

"Oh, not for at least six hours. We have plenty of time to have more fun with the boys!" Betty rolled over and smiled at Mike as she rubbed his chest. She draped one of her smooth muscular legs over him as her fingers made small circles across his skin.

Bobby reached over and began to play with Emily's breasts as he recovered. Emily giggled and lifted herself up and smothered his face with her cleavage. It was comical to see his head squashed against her two pale melons but he wasn't complaining as he suckled on her small nipples like a content baby and licked all over her creamy flesh.

This fondling continued for awhile as both boys regained their strength. Soon enough however they were all raring to go for another round as the boy's hard eager cocks began to point towards the ceiling.

Emily was sliding her hand up and down Bobby's dick, feeling the thick veins pulse in her delicate hand, and purred as he continued to feast on her nipples. "I don't know about you but I think I'm ready to go another round with the boys!" she said eagerly.

"Mmmhmm! Let's switch up!" Betty replied with equal enthusiasm.

This time Mike and Bobby stayed on their backs and enjoyed the view of both sexy women as they stood up to change places. Betty smiled at her son as she slowly crawled up his body, dragging her heavy tits along his sweaty skin. Soon she was straddling his waist with both of her legs to either side of him. Instead of impaling herself on his hard shaft however, she instead angled it down to lay against his stomach and she began to grind against the underside.

Beside them, Emily had followed Betty's example and also straddled her own son. Emily wasn't as patient as Betty however, and without another thought she gripped her son's dick in both her hands and angled it towards her bald cunt. Both mother and son groaned loudly as she slid down his length, his large testicles squashed against the bottom of her ass.

"Oh yes baby." Emily moaned softly as she looked down over her huge tits to see her son's smiling face. Her arms were close together as she rested her hands on his muscular abs which forced her breasts to swell out from her chest. She bit her bottom lip as she continued to look at her son while she began to bounce on top of him.

"Ugh! Fuck you feel so good mom!" Mike grunted out as he pumped his own hips in time with her movements. Reaching up he cupped her supple breasts in his hands and kneaded them like dough. Her pale flesh squeezed out from between his fingers and he pressed her stiff little nipples in with his thumbs.

Betty smiled as she watched the taboo sight of Emily vigorously fucking her son. Her own pussy was twitching with desire as she ground herself against her own son. She had her arms folded over her tits, forcing them to swell and look larger as they were squashed against her.

"M-Mom please stop teasing me! I've got to fuck you!" Bobby moaned up to her as he squeezed her ass and humped his hips a little bit to get a little more force into the grinding of her pussy.

Lifting her hips up slightly, Betty allowed her son to point his throbbing member up towards her hungry pussy. "Oooohhh!" she moaned loudly as she popped the head in and slid down her son's cock. Bobby reached up and squeezed his mom's big fat tits in his hands and Betty placed her own hands on top of his as she began to fuck him.

The bed was literally bouncing as both mothers eagerly fucked their strapping young sons. Bobby and Mike were forced deep into the mattress as the weight of both sexy milfs slammed down onto them again and again. Just as things started to get good however, the doorbell rang and startled everybody.Panting for breath both Emily and Betty stopped and rested on top of their sons. 

"Who could that be?" Emily asked as she reached up and brushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear of out of her face.

"I don't know. I wasn't expecting anybody." Betty replied.

Regretfully, Betty got off of her son and walked over to retrieve her robe. Bobby enjoyed the sight of his mother's gorgeous body as she moved about. Slipping the robe on Betty tied it at her waist, the deep valley of her naked cleavage still visible and beads of sweat rolling off of her skin. "I'll go down and see who it is. Think you can handle both boys for awhile?" she asked Emily with an arched eyebrow.

Emily laughed and crooked a finger at Bobby while she continued to fuck her own son. "Oh I'm sure I can keep them both occupied for awhile." She said with all confidence.

"Ok, well just keep it down until I get back." Betty laughed before she closed the bedroom door behind her and headed down the stairs to the front door. Her tits jiggled as they were hugged together by the baby blue silk robe. Her firm tanned legs were completely revealed as the robe was so short that it barely went over her naked ass.

Finally reaching the door, she opened it and was surprised to see who her visitor was. "Hi Sarah! What brings you here?"

"Hi Betty. You aren't busy are you? I don't want to interrupt anything?" Sarah said. She was holding her purse in front of her with her head down a little bit like she seemed embarrassed because of the reason why she was there.

"No of course not, come in." Betty said cheerfully as she stepped out of the way so her friend could come in.

Both women walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to each other. Betty curled her legs underneath her while Sarah sat with her legs together and her purse on her lap. Idle chit chat was exchanged for the first few minutes but Betty could tell that something was on her friends mind.

"Sarah what's wrong? You seem kinda distracted." 

"Well..." Sarah started to say. She wasn't quiet sure what to say. "Betty? How did it feel when you were with Bobby the first time? How did it start? Were you comfortable at first?"

Betty was a little caught off guard by her friend's question at first. "Uh, well..." Betty started to say as she thought back. "Remember when Bobby's arms were both broken? Well Cindy sent him home with a note one day saying that I should help "sexually relieve him" while he was home because it was causing him a lot of discomfort. At first I was a little shocked and surprised."

Sarah laughed as she pictured her friend Nurse Brown writing that note. "Yeah, Cindy isn't shy when it comes to letting your inhibitions go. She's encouraged me on more then one occasion to sleep with some of the students."

"Sweetie, if I was a teacher over at that school I think I'd be taking advantage of those boys all the time myself!" Betty replied with a wink. "But getting back to Bobby and me, after calling Cindy to make sure it wasn't a joke or anything I just got naked right then and let Bobby suck and fuck my tits. It just felt so good! It didn't feel weird at all. One thing led to another and soon we were doing more then just handjobs and blowjobs." Betty smiled at Sarah as her thighs rubbed together slightly. "I couldn't be happier. I'm having more sex now then I did in college!"

Both women laughed for a few minutes. Soon Betty reached out and rubbed Sarah's arm with her fingers. "Now what's on your mind that would make you ask about Bobby and me?"

Taking a deep breath and looking at the ceiling for a moment Sarah collected her wits. "Well my little brother Kevin came to spend the week with me since his senior class is on break or something. I had to leave him at my apartment while I went to work this morning and when I came back I found the DVD's for our website playing on my TV. Then I found him fucking Juliet in her bedroom. I think they were going at it all morning!"

"Oh I get it!" Betty said as she put the pieces together in her head. "You were turned on watching your brother and thinking that he'd seen you having sex on the videos weren't you?

Sarah closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes. That's it exactly."

Betty had a coy smile on her face as she looked over at Sarah. "Do you have a picture of him that I can see?"

"Uh, yeah, one sec." Sarah replied as she began to look through her bag. Finding the picture of Kevin in his bathing suit she passed it to Betty.

Betty took the picture and cooed when she saw the young blonde stud. "Oh Sarah. I wouldn't blame you in the least if you took advantage of him. Hell, if you want I'll give him a try and then give you my opinion.

"Betty!" Sarah said a little shocked but with a smile on her face. "I swear you're just as bad as Cindy sometimes."

"I'm serious!" Betty admired the picture again and imagined having the young hunk between her legs. She started to feel horny again as she thought about what was going on upstairs in her bedroom at that very moment. Betty looked over at Sarah and smiled her little coy smile again. "Sarah? How much of Kevin did you see?" She asked as she leaned over on all fours as she got closer to Sarah. Her robe was open in the top and Sarah could easily see all the way down Betty amazing body.

"I saw everything!" Sarah said smiling. She felt really relieved that she could talk to somebody about this. "He does have a really nice body. And from what I can tell he's pretty hung and he knows what to do with it."

"And you came here immediately after you saw him?" Betty said as she traced her fingers lightly up and down Sarah's arm again. "You must still feel pretty antsy."

Sarah thought back to what she saw in her apartment and immediately her nipples became stiff under her sports bra. Feeling Betty's fingers rub against her skin she turned to the busty milf and bit her bottom lip. "Yeah I am pretty wet just thinking about it." Sarah admitted as she reached out and slipped both of her hands into Betty's robe. Her huge firm tits filled Sarah's hands.

Betty smiled again as she leaned in and kissed Sarah lightly on the lips. It was a gently kiss, their tongues just barely touching one another. Leaning back and sitting on her feet again, Betty reached down and undid the knot at her waist. She slipped the robe off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her beautiful tanned body was completely revealed in the light of the living room.

Sarah turned and faced her friend as she leaned in and brought one of Betty's puffy nipples to her mouth. Her lips sealed around it tightly and she nursed on it hungrily as she swirled her tongue around it.

Betty sighed as she held the sexy gym teacher's head to her chest. A trail of spit traveled down the under slope of her big left tit and trailed down over her soft stomach and belly bottom.

Sarah released her friend's breasts from her mouth and stood up. She lifted her sports bra up and over her head while Betty was on her knees in front of her and tugging down her tight gym shorts and red thong over her smooth athletic legs. Sarah's incredible body was soon naked as the articles of clothing were thrown across the room.