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Mrs Brown

By: teddyslayer



Jason had always been shy. He was usually the one standing on the edge of a crowd looking enviously at the happily chatting groups, eager to join them but too worried about being accepted to join in. Today was no exception. It was the first day of six form and the first day of a new school. It had been his parent's idea to change schools for his A-levels. His old school had not got a very good record for A-level results, whilst Pitform High School was one of the best in the area. He had left his small group of friends behind, friends that he had known since junior school, friends that had taken years to make, now here he was alone again, worried about looking like a loner – but at the same time – worried about talking to people he did not know.

Somewhere a bell rang. Relieved that the torture was over, he followed a bunch of fellow students through the main doors of the school, straining to hear their conversations above the shuffling of hundreds of feet and the general background noise of students as they filed to their classes. He headed for his tutor room along unfamiliar corridors. The number of students was gradually thinning out as pupils pealed off from the main stream either into their classrooms or on to side corridors. Jason's tutor room was at the far end of the school and by the time he reached it there were only a handful of pupils still walking with him. As he turned into the doorway he misjudged the timing of his entrance and collided with someone also trying to get through the door. He just had time to notice the sexiest thing he had ever seen on two legs as he mumbled his apology before she looked down her nose at him and walked into the classroom without saying a word. There was sniggering from someone behind him but he did not dare turn around he just walked into the room and headed for the nearest empty desk at the front of the class. His face was burning with embarrassment and he tried to hide his indignation by putting his bag on the desk in front of him and rummaging in it on the pretence of trying to find something.

The background noise suddenly quietened to an excited buzz. Jason looked behind him to see what had happened. Everyone was looking at him. His heart thumped loudly in his chest and he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks once again. What were they looking at? Had someone stuck something on his back? Had he ripped his trousers? He realised that no one was laughing or pointing, in fact they were acting as if.... Jason slowly turned around in his chair and lowered his bag. He pulled back slightly in surprise. There was a women perched sideways on the edge of his desk, twisted slightly so that she faced the class. Jason's face was inches away from her ample bosom. He watched, hypnotised, as they rose up and down in time with her breathing. Stunned, his eyes travelled down her tight, black, short-sleeved top. He followed the curve of her bottom and down the shape of her leg until it appeared from the lower edge of her black skirt. He then followed her black nylon covered leg to the point where it disappeared off the edge of the desk.

There was a snigger behind him. He realised that the room had gone deathly quiet. Closing his gapping mouth he looked up to see the women looking at him with a bemused expression on her face. He looked away quickly in horror; his face became even more flushed as sniggers broke out behind him. He wanted to die. He could feel sweat dripping down his back and his heart felt like it was going to escape from his chest.

'Ok settle down!' The women waited for the murmur of conversation to die away. 'For those of you that don't know me, my name is Miss Brown. I'll be your form tutor for this year' 'I'm sure we'll get to know each other well over the coming months, in fact some of you seem really keen to start this process straight away.' She smiled as she glanced at Jason, the pupils that had witnessed Jason ogling at Mrs Brown giggled. Jason groaned inwardly, this was turning out to be the worst day of his life. Mrs Brown gracefully stood up and walked to her desk. She bent down and lifted her suitcase from the floor. Jason followed her every move - and he was not the only one.

Mrs brown was in her early thirties but looked much younger. She did not have the sort of figure you see on a supermodel. She was slim but with a full rounded body which had curves in all the right places. She wore skin-hugging clothes, which showed it off to its best advantage but not in a tarty way – more elegant and classy. Jason watched as she bent to pick up the case. Her pleated skirt tightened around her bottom to reveal every flawless curve, he found himself wondering if she wore any panties, as there was no visible panty line. Perhaps she wore a thong. He followed her nylon-covered legs down to her shapely ankles and her black stiletto heeled shoes. Perhaps she had stockings on. To his immense embarrassment he could feel himself becoming erect. He glanced around to see if anyone had noticed but realised the desk was covering him. She set the bag down on the desk and retrieved a sheaf of papers from it. She turned around to face him.

'Can you hand these around the class please' She held out the sheaf of papers to Jason. Jason stared at the papers in dismay. 

'I...' He looked into her big blue eyes imploringly. She rattled the papers at him impatiently.

'Quickly'

He sighed and took the papers from her, resigned to the fact that his awful day was about to get as bad as it could get. Mrs Brown looked at him slightly puzzled as he slowly began to rise – then, as he got to his feet, she glanced at his trousers. Jason erection was causing a sizable bulge in his crotch, which his jumper failed to hide. Without a hint of change in her facial expression Mrs Brown took the papers back off him.

'Sit down it'll be much quicker if I do it myself. Someone open some windows at the back please.' Relieved Jason sat back down. The murmur of conversation increased as a few of the pupils went to the windows at the back of the class and Mrs Brown began handing the papers out to the pupils in the front row, giving each pupil enough of the sheets to pass them on to the rest of the row behind them. It was during this commotion that Mrs Brown handed him several copies of the papers to pass behind him, he mumbled his thanks and, as he glanced at her - she winked at him with a faint bemused smile on her face. Shocked, he absentmindedly reached with the papers to put them on the desk behind him whilst watching Mrs Brown go to the next row. Had he imagined it? It had all happened so quickly. Was it possible that she had really just winked at him? He carelessly put the papers down on the edge of the desk behind him with his eyes glued to Mrs Browns' rounded bottom. The papers slid onto the floor and fanned out in every direction. Mrs Brown shook her head slightly in amused exasperation as she carried on along the rows of desks without looking at him.

The day went very slowly. Jason spent most of the breaks alone trying to look inconspicuous, although one boy had said to him, as they were leaving the classroom. 'She's got fantastic legs aint she?' and then hurried to catch up with his friends.

The last lesson in the afternoon was English. Once again, to Jason's embarrassment, it was with Mrs Brown. Jason sat at a desk in the corner at the front of the class, hoping to keep out of trouble. English was one of Jason's favourite subjects and he soon calmed down as he became engrossed in his work. Everyone was busy writing and the room was silent except for the scratching of pens on paper. Jason paused, pen in mouth, as he thought about the best way of expressing his next paragraph. He was staring in front of him deep in thought when his eyes suddenly focussed on Mrs Brown's legs, which were daintily crossed under her desk in front of him. Her right shoe was dangling from her toes and she was absentmindedly flexing her foot so that her shoe slipped on and off her heel. He glanced up at her face to make sure she was not looking his way. She was busy writing on a sheath of papers, her head bent over in concentration, a lock of hair had fallen down in front of her face and she pushed it back behind her ear whilst still busily writing. He felt safe enough to take a sneaky look at her legs which were less than six feet away from him. 

Mrs Brown had incredible legs. Long, slender and beautifully toned, he followed them from her delicate, perfectly shaped ankles up her calves to her knees. Her pleated skirt hung down loosely and had ridden up slightly where her legs crossed to reveal the lower part of her thigh. 

Once again Jason mused on the idea of Mrs brown's choice of hosiery. Did she wear tights or stockings? He realised that most women these days wore tights. His mum certainly did and his elder sister. However, when he was thirteen he did once catch a glimpse of one of his mum's friend's, Mrs Robberson, through the open bathroom door. She was standing, slightly bent over, with her leg raised supported by her foot resting on the side of the toilet. Slightly facing him, she had pulled her dress up to the top of her leg and was fastening a suspender to the lacy top of her tan coloured stocking. As she tried to ease the button of the suspender in to the eye he got tantalising glimpses of the silky white skin at the top of her thigh and her black lacy panties. It was a few moments before she realised he was watching.

'Jason!' She cried, laughing at his audacity, and closed the door in his face.

It was around that time that he had discovered masturbation and he often fantasised about Mrs Robberson in her stockings as he explored his rapidly developing sexuality. At first he would just replay the episode and this would be enough to bring him to a rapid orgasm. As he matured, he elaborated on the incident, changing the scenario frequently but it always involved Mrs Robberson seducing him and showing him how to please her. He was fairly sure that it was this incident that had caused him to be attracted to older women and had also started his fetish with hosiery. He always masturbated whilst fantasising about mature women in all types of stockings and tights. They would seduce him and teach him how to make them cry out in ecstasy as they had orgasm after orgasm. 

He watched, hypnotised by the movement of her shoe as she rocked it on end of her toes letting it slip on and off her heel, oblivious of how erotic it was to Jason who was glad that his rapidly expanding penis was hidden under the desk. As he watched, unable to take his eyes off her, she let her toes dip down too far and her shoe fell to the floor. She carried on waggling her foot seemingly unconcerned that it was now naked to the world. Around eight inches of the sexiest thing Jason had ever seen. He committed every detail to memory. He could see, as she pointed her perfectly formed foot, that she had small flowers delicately painted on top of her pink nail polish Even through the reinforced toe of her shear nylon stockings (he had decided she had to wear stockings) he could see the shape of her individual slender toes, flexing occasionally as she moved her foot.

Mrs Brown's foot suddenly froze in mid movement. He flicked his eyes to her face. Once again he had been caught. She was staring straight at him, pen in hand with a puzzled look on her face. As his face began to burn with embarrassment he looked down at the desk to get away from her piercing stare. He sheepishly glanced up at her again and she motioned for him to get on with his work. She groped around with her foot to retrieve her shoe and bent back down to her work shaking her head in exasperated amusement.

Jason tried to concentrate on his work but his painful erection and the acute embarrassment he was feeling at Mrs Brown catching him ogling at her for the second time that day, proved too much and he spent the rest of the lesson daydreaming and fantasising about Mrs Brown and her stockings. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the end of school bell. He quickly stuffed his books in to his bag eager to get away from school and his disastrous first day. He had to keep his bag in front of him, as he made his way to the door, to hide the tell tale bulge in the front of his trousers which simply refused to go away. He was looking forward to being on his own so that he and his fantasy Mrs Brown could relieve him of the aching in his loins.

He had just about made it through the classroom door when he heard someone call his name.

'Jason! Can I have a word with you for a moment?'

Mrs Brown was sitting sideways behind her desk, her shoe once again slipping on and off revealing tantalising glimpses of that heavenly foot. Jason groaned under his breath. Hadn't he been embarrassed enough for one day? What was she trying to do to him? Was she trying to permanently injure him? If he didn't relieve this ache in his groin soon he was going to explode.

'Yes Mrs Brown.' Saying her name sent tingling feelings of excitement down his body and into his groin.

'Jason, sit down for a minute please, I want to have a little chat with you.' 

She motioned to a chair a few feet away from her own. Jason sat down awkwardly and shuffled uncomfortable on the chair, clutching his bag on his lap to hide the bulge in his trousers. She sat within inches of him, so close that he could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume drifting to him on the breeze coming from the open windows. She waited until he had settled down before she spoke again.

'Jason, I know it's difficult starting a new school, especially as you get older, and I know that boys of your age have all sorts of things going on in their lives what with hormones running wild and feeling like you have to be macho and part of the gang, and on top of all that you also have the pressure of exams.'

Jason felt like he should say something but did not know what to say so he just sat and fiddled with the clasp on his bag.

'I know these things seem huge to you at the moment, but in the grand scheme of life most of these things are fairly unimportant.'

Jason continued to fidget with his bag and looked at the floor wondering where all this was leading to. Mrs Brown pulled the bag away from him in exasperation and as she did so she noticed the huge bulge of his erection in the front of his trousers. She pretended not to notice and put his bag onto the floor. Jason crossed his hands in his lap to hide the bulge as his face turned beetroot red.

'I've seen your exam results from your last school and they're very impressive. I'd really like you to carry on that good work and get good A level results here but I think you need to settle down quickly and concentrate on your studies.' She leaned back in her chair and sighed, her face softening, 'I just want you to know that if you have any problems or if you need any help with your work you can always come and see me. I started at this school last year and I know how difficult it is to adjust and how important it is to have someone you can turn to for advice and just to see a friendly face now and then.'

Jason continued to examine the floor. He wanted to say something – anything, but his mind refused to come up with anything that sounded slightly intelligent, so he remained silent.

'Ok! That's all I wanted to say, but I think we should meet after school once a week to see how you're getting on. What do you think?' 

She smiled at him making his heart thump loudly in his chest. Jason looked at her. His emotions were in turmoil. Part of him was horrified at the thought of having to go through this every week, He had visions of hours of permanent embarrassment, but the idea of having an intimate rendezvous with her also thrilled him. Fantasies of himself and Mrs Brown, half naked cavorting across her desk, flashed into his mind. His eyes refocused on her and he realised that a response was needed.

'That is....that...I...Errr thank you – that would be nice – thanks.' He desperately racked his brains for something else to say, forgetting his fathers words – If you can't think of anything useful to say – keep quiet.

'I like the flowers.' He blurted out. Glancing at her foot.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Had he really just said that? He held his breath hoping he would get away with the comment. Mrs Brown looked puzzled for a few seconds then realised he was referring to her toes.

'Ahrrr I see – my boyfriend really liked feet as well.' She smiled and stood up passing him his bag.

'Right! Don't forget, be here next Monday, straight after school.'

Jason took his bag and left the room as quickly as he could whilst mumbling his good byes. Dam! He could not believe he had said that. Now she thought he was some kind of pervert. There was no way he was going to turn up next Monday.

That night, Jason went to bed early, his head full of the events of the day. Now he had recovered from his embarrassment and had had time to think about the things that had happened he was a little happier. Away from school and tucked up in a warm bed he was able to laugh at himself and the way he behaved with Mrs Brown. She was fantastic! The very thought of her brought a warm glow to his cheeks. But this time it was a good feeling. The sort of feeling you get when you think of a fond memory. He remembered her warm smile and soft, sexy voice, the way that a strand of her hair fell in front of her face when she was writing and her tongue slightly protruding from her full red lips when she was deep in concentration. He remembered the curve of her full breasts outlined by the soft material of her tight jumper, with occasionally, the slight hint of the shape of her nipples. But most of all he remembered her legs and her incredibly sexy feet.

He saw her, once again perched on the edge of his desk, her sexy, long nylon covered legs within a few inches of him. He reached out and put his hand on her knee. It was soft and warm and made the hairs raise on the back of his neck. She did not flinch but carried on reading aloud from the sheet of paper in front of her. The rest of the class had gone, there was just him and Mrs Brown. He saw a flush of pink appear in her cheeks as he moved his hand above her knee to the hem of her skirt but she carried on reading without faltering. The warmth of her thigh through the soft nylon material was intoxicating and he gently stroked her leg. His excitement increased as his hand slipped under the hem of her skirt to caress forbidden territory. Every inch his hand progressed up her silky leg caused his throbbing cock to increase an inch in his trousers.

He paused, unable to move his hand any higher as it came up against the barrier of her other leg. As if reading his mind she uncrossed them, parting them slightly to enable his hand to slide between them. His heart thumped loudly in his chest and his face began to burn with excitement as his hand slipped around to her inner thigh. It was hot and slightly moist from her legs being pressed tightly together. He licked his lips nervously and moved his hand higher. She parted her legs a little more to allow him easier passage. Her legs seemed to go on forever and his hand and wrist disappeared deep under her skirt.

He stopped. A sharp intake of breath held tightly in his lungs. His fingers were frozen in position. He had reached a milestone. He had reached the lacy material of her stocking top. He began to tentatively explore the sudden change in texture as he caressed the slightly coarser material. He ran his hand around the lacy band at the top of her leg. His fingers found the button of a one of her suspenders; the elasticated material of her suspender was stretched tight as it curved around her perfectly rounded bottom. He followed the lacy band back round to the warmth between her legs. He paused savouring the moment, unable to wait any longer he very slowly inched his way beyond the top of her stocking and onto the exquisite warmth and nakedness of her inner thigh.


Mrs. Brown



It all begins when I would cut a deal with a local merchant that specializes in sex toys on the corner of Oak and Main St., one with a great reputation for selling bedroom apparel, fancy bedding, and a host of liquid stimulants. 

After the deal was completed with a strong handshake and a pat on the back. I managed to store my emotions and race from the tiny store kicking up my heels outside in jubilation. Despite the small amount of money I would receive from the colorful C.D’S I promised Mr. Brown I would deliver in three days. Knowing in due time that I indeed have a promising future in the writing business as a skilled author. Never once curious about the Mrs. until my eye captures the lanky 6’x 0” creamy frame of the middle-age woman dressed uncanny for the season standing in the center of the room behind the shabby green drapes. Cottony green faded curtains, which separates the store from the living area. Strawberry blonde appearing in an extremely short skirt and red bra that I seem rather partial to, especially from a short distance away. Watching this longhaired woman vanish from sight, to another part of the small quarters with rosy red cheeks and an eye for a younger man. 

Once I arrive back at my uptown studio apartment, a shabby old ruin with one bedroom and a tiny living room. Something inside me was begging my feet to carry my stout body into the bedroom to check my email. Suddenly at a glance, while sitting at the computer in the corner of the small room and capture a moment in silence. Learning from a single sentence that the company I had written to had indeed responded to my letter and encouraged me to announce to the world that a contract was in order. Surviving the drama as I reply to the contract in hand and faxing the two-page agreement quickly back with great sincerity of excepting the grand offer to produce more of my stories online. Realizing my future was beginning to look extremely good once I saw the figures on page two, each C.D. selling for $18.00, which meant I would gain half of the profits. Realizing by utilizing my tender young voice on audio, as the narrator and the storyteller, was a good move on my part. 

After working long hours and drinking pots of coffee preparing more of my stories. I finally met my deadline with both parties that were more than anxious to display either online or in a small business store. Often thinking about what I’d seen back at “Brown’s Toy Shop” that excels like a tank inside me. Wondering whether or not the look Mrs. Brown gave me was indeed real or a sales pitch. But either way it made me feel good all over and left me thinking on terms of much bigger things to come.

Sending a file filled with erotic tales was the easiest compared to the short drive across down to deliver a box of steamy stories on disc. Knowing I might see the Mrs. again that made my heart pound and manhood stiffen in such a short time. 

Arriving in front of the store at approximately 8:00pm like I informed the chubby old man I would and locate the delivery zone a few feet ahead that puts me in the center of the small erotic store. Quickly moving to the side of the van to retrieve the box I’d promise Mr. Brown I would deliver on time and collect my first paycheck that I know will keep the landlord off my back for a month anyway. 

But just when I had turned around to enter through the narrow portal with the colorful CD’s. My eyes captures a beautiful sight on the second floor wearing an appealing lingerie that nearly cause me to drop the box that I was nervously holding upright and studying this middle-age lady upstairs in red.   

After regaining my composure and entering the small brick foundation. I made a pact to myself that I would never mix business with pleasure. No matter how tempting or inviting the situation may be. I couldn’t believe how attractive and gifted Mrs. Brown was, or how much she stimulates my brain cells and sends tiny cupids running rapidly throughout my entire broad built that truly answers all my questions about what she might look like. Then Sitting the box of short stories, audio stories, onto the marble countertop that I captured using my own soft and tender voice that I hoped would attract many listeners. But just when I was about to leave, knowing the money was in my direct deposit account as I headed for the front door to pay the rent for my uptown apartment. The small apartment wasn’t much, but it was roomy enough for me until I can afford a house. Reaching down to retrieve the cold doorknob when suddenly a young tender voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine from such an erotic tone appearing closer behind me.

It wasn’t enough that I had to turn around upon her request, but to share my hard-on too! But that wasn’t the worse part. The pact I promised myself was slowly diminishing, carefully working my weary eyes over the tall feline that could purr loudly at any given minute. Aiming her baby blues up and down me with a delightful grin and seductive gesture that I would remember for a life- time. Posing a threat not only to my weaken eyes, but every other part of my broad anatomy that was standing proudly at attention, you might say. It was though this woman twice my age had listened to the story that I gave to Calvin after our brief handshake as a gesture that the deal was indeed completed.  

Mrs. Brown was wearing a skimpy white robe over the sexy red heart shaped baby-doll outfit that, I too, would be just as proud to own if I was she. Sensing her affections, her lust, and this longing for a young guy like me when I began to cover up, shield, my stifling erection with both hands that I was certainly trying to control, which she could still see a small portion of. Answering her humble request to step around the counter and remove my hands from the growth that was still stirring within. Browsing around the room with shelves of erotic toys, jars of creams, and hideous bed & bath articles that certainly wasn’t helping the cause. But the moment I drop my hands and place them at my side, I couldn’t believe the reaction I got, especially from her bewildered eyes that were redefining the word ‘sex’ that was clearly an understatement.  

The urgency in Mrs. Brown’s eyes begins to share with me a token of her affection and desire I quickly acknowledge right away. Exposing a certain amount of drama that thickens my blood and weakens the bones in my legs as I begin to perspire all over. Dripping with envy and careless gestures once we made eye contact and I stood a few feet from her blessed body that was beginning to fulfill my humble needs. Loosening the weakly tied string that was wrapped neatly around her hourglass waist and allows my eyes to weaken with lust after she shares a part of her buried treasures with me. Announcing the pleasures she seeks, cravings in her vastly beating chest and the powerful intimidation my body gives off.

Suddenly my eyes fell to the smoothness of her slender legs, her semi-large bosoms trapped in- side the twin red garments of scarlet, and then slowly working their way down towards the red garment with more than a feeling inside me. An urgency to uncover the mesh and touch each fine texture of each dark thread. Panty, which barely covers up the thickness around the tiny box that, was more then registering a vote of confidence within me. Gloating over her devoted body, her anxious eyes, and the softness of her perfectly formed lips when she took me by the ass and pulls me closer to the opening of the robe. Pressing me hard against the see-thru panty and began to kiss harder my quivering lips and unfasten my tight trousers with utmost pride and affections that makes me sweat even more.

Never was I so scared, frightened in my life as I was right now. Knowing not what this optimistic lady has in store for me that sent more hives streaking down my back and legs. Longing for more of my extraordinary lips when her arm stiffens as it slides slowly down my tight as hell britches that makes me feel good all over. Encouraging me to do the same once her sassy eyes casually exposes a ball of lust for a second. Then closing again that allows me to accompany the wiry hair with a gentle touch and squeeze without her viewing, which made it much easier to accommodate what she was yearning for. Rotating my energetic finger slowly around the soft wet tender walls, inside the massive filament, and down and back up the damp crease that causes her body to counter with a group of wholesome sways. Honoring my many touches with a brief chew of my lower lip before announcing that she was extremely damp and horrified of what she might do to me.

Feeling a woman’s fingers wrapped around my swelling was enough to make a guy like me cum all over the place, especially a virgin!

It was indeed a feeling I’ll never forget, or will I want to avoid if Mrs. Brown decides to she her lips and accompany me again. But somehow I begin to feel this emotion, this excitement I want to share with her. Somehow getting into this flow of magic, flow of innocence, and this romantic she says I am. Slipping my warm nervous fingers inside the robe and over the warm round breasts that Mrs. Brown had introduced to my weary eyes a few seconds before our lips touches for the very first time.  

“Oh…baby!” she shouts, with emotion and of immediate pleasure.

“What, I do something wrong?”

“No. Something right,” she cried, chopping at the bit when my technique of massaging both her breasts and vagina became more violent. 

After more intense examinations of her healthy body, I came to the conclusion that I had nothing to worry about. That I knew from the look in her eye and the kindness in her painful frown’s that it was safe to say Mr. Brown would never discover, never know what took place while he was away on business. Working my energy in ways this lovely creature grew to except and in many cases had often encouraged me to excel in those areas. Nestling upon her vulnerable neck, her soft lips, and between and atop her beautiful bosoms that makes me swell even prouder when I hear the explosion in her seductive voice. Praising me often with the tip of my cherry head along the silk material she wore perfectly. Pressing the issue of wanting sex, an infant, when she took my harden shaft and went down on it once again.

“Oh, mum, it feels extraordinary fitting,” I cried, combing her long strawberry-blonde hair with both hands.

“Really?”

“Yes!” I said, nearly fainting to the floor once she had me deep inside her mouth.

Slowly she takes me by the hand and guides me through the green curtains to another room of the stylish estate to become even more intimate. Then lowering me carefully down onto the cozy old sofa, on my back, and with one knee inside my trembling legs and a hand alongside my head, she begins to shatter my pride. Showing me something special and desirable as I stare intimately back into her sexy eyes and announce how beautiful she is. 

Yearning to make-love to her wasn’t the only thing I desire right now, but to also view her small fingers peeling back a portion of the tiny red bikini panty. Slowly she captivates me in just that way, allowing my humble eyes to witness more of her jet-black fabric, her damp crease, and with her own eyes becoming extremely weak, I lower my fingers and embrace the twin ‘flaps’ I see with utmost pleasure. Then sharing the box of chocolate’s that I gave her just before we enter in the other room to share a romantic moment. 

Mrs. Brown suddenly increases the stimulation, desire, and this appetite that fills my heart and weakens my bones. Resting her succulent lips onto mine and rolls her hips to the feeling she got when I begin to rub the juices between the red transparent panty. Then with two fingers slides more of her panty over, guiding my fascinating tool inside the walls of paradise and shouting out with pain in her eye, “I love you!”

It was a feeling I’ll never forget. Watching her eyes surrendering to my every move, my every sway, until the satisfaction had ended and my seeds were left behind to dwell in the wide gash I pretend not to see dripping of envy and lust. Then showing me to the back door where I left so late and had to walk completely around the building to my van. Something I would do all over again if I had to.



Mrs Brown



For a second, she faltered in her reading and he felt her muscles tense at the sudden intrusion to her more intimate places. Then she relaxed. She bent her knee and in a slow graceful movement, she swung her leg over the desk and at the same time kicked off both her shoes. She placed her nylon-covered foot on Jason's leg whilst leaving the other foot on the floor. Her legs were now spread wide in front of him and Jason could feel the cool air waft across his hot clammy hand as he felt the soft, silky skin between her thighs. He could feel the warmth of her foot on his leg through his trousers and he thought his cock was going to break as it strained against his pants.

His head was pounding as his blood pressure went through the roof. He drank in every inch of her. His eyes followed the smooth curves of her leg from her delicate narrow foot up to her shapely knee and then further, up the length of her thighs, then past her lacy stocking tops to her naked thigh. The contrast of the dark broad band of her lacy stocking top, the milky whiteness of her inner thigh and the crotch of her lacy, semi transparent black panties was breathtaking. He could smell the warm musky smell of her stocking feet, emitting a sweet odour now they were released from a day enclosed in black leather. Mixed in with this was the intoxicating smell from between her thighs as she spread her legs wide a few feet in front of him. The ticking of the classroom clock seem to come to stop as time stood still, every second taking an age as he tried to imprint this vision in his mind forever.

Through the sheer lacy front of her knickers he could just make out the patch of her soft, downy pubic hair. The very top of her brown triangle was just visible above the elastic of her low-rise panties. His eyes shifted to the cotton panel covering her pussy and with a rush of excitement he noticed a small damp patch had appeared, giving away her state of arousal. She continued to read, but the slight tremor in her voice caused Jason's erect penis to strain even more painfully against his constraining clothes. Unable to bare the uncomfortable feeling any longer, one handed, he unzipped his fly and with a struggle, eased out his swollen cock.

Mrs Brown's reading faltered again as she alternated between looking at her book and watching Jason pulling out his huge cock. His foreskin was pulled tightly back and his knob was glistening and wet with excitement. Whilst still looking at the book and reading aloud, she moved her silky nylon covered foot from Jason's leg and rested it gently on top of his hard cock. Jason closed his eyes and his head rocked back in ecstasy. He let out a low moan as she slowly caressed his throbbing penis. The silky material of her stocking sliding along the length of his shaft and over his glans sent waves of pleasure pulsing out from his groin through his entire body making his senses reel. Without thinking, he gently lifted her other leg by her calf until he could reach her foot. His hand closed around her foot and a new wave of intense feelings cursed through his body. The feel of it encased in the soft, silky nylon was the most erotic thing Jason had ever experienced. He greedily lifted it higher and buried his face in the soft material kissing and licking her toes and the sole of her foot, drinking in the smell and taste of her.

Mrs Brown steadied herself on the desk, her reading momentarily halted as she closed her eyes, caught by surprise and lost in the incredibly erotic feeling of her foot and toes being sucked and lavished with soft kisses. Recovering, she resumed her reading. The slight tremor in her voice added to Jason's excitement.

His world was on fire. He released her leg and, clasping her around the waist, pulled her across the desk towards him. He paused; her panties were just a few inches from him. The sweet musky smell from between her legs was much stronger now. He had to have it, to taste it, to feel it. He pushed his face deep into her crotch. Mrs Brown gasped and grabbed at his hair to prevent her falling backwards off the desk. She stayed still, rigid. The feeling of Jason's face pushed hard up against her fanny was heavenly. She could hear and feel him sniffing at her wet pussy and the intimate, total intrusion was like a release. She felt like she was on display, naked to the world. She felt her juices flowing out of her and soaking her panties. She could not help herself; she pulled hard on his hair driving him deeper between her legs. She gyrated her hips slightly to grind his face into her pussy through her panties. His nose rubbed against her swollen lips and clitoris sending unbearable waves of ecstasy through her body, Jason eagerly pushed out his tongue, which further added to the intense pleasure. She leaned back further as her excitement began to grow and franticly thrust her hips pushing his face harder against her fanny. She cried out and threw back her head as the dam burst and her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. Drowning, she continued to gyrate her hips into Jason's face, desperately, frantically, scarred of the intense feelings but not wanting it to end. 

Seconds, minutes, hours later - as if surfacing from unconsciousness, she heard distant moans and cries and realised they were coming from her own lips. The sweet ecstatic feelings gently ebbed away and she realised in horror that she was still gripping Jason's hair like a lifeline. She released him, her legs and arms still shaking with the force of the orgasm. 

Slightly more composed; she gently lifted back his head and gave him a shaky smile. She again became aware of her foot resting on Jason's hard penis. She brought her other leg onto his lap and clasped his penis between the soles of her feet, using them like hands she gently started to masturbate him. Her toes played with the sensitive area under his swollen glans and she caressed it using the web of soft nylon between her toes. She felt Jason shudder at the intense feelings generated by being masturbated by her stocking covered feet. He closed his eyes and groaned a deep animal groan and his hands tightly gripped her thighs.

Jason put his head between her legs again. The lust building inside him made him yearn to see her, touch her, to taste her. He pulled aside her delicate panties soaked in her juices. He paused a moment to look at her pussy in all it's glory. Her glistening lips were red and swollen. Her soft downy hair was wet and shiny and in places was stuck to her skin with the fluid oozing out of her slit. 

Mrs Brown felt her excitement rising again as she saw him staring lustfully at her wide open fanny. She leaned back, supporting herself on her out stretched arms. She spread her legs wide so that her pussy was stretched open before him. Her brazenness fuelled her passion further and her fanny tingled under his relentless stare.

She began to wank him faster with her stocking feet. Pulling firmly back on his foreskin as her feet moved down the length of his cock and then, pulling his foreskin taut in the other direction as she slid up the length of his shaft to his knob. She used the silky material between her toes to caress his glans, before sliding her nylon covered feet once more on the downward stroke.

Jason closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. He could feel his intense pleasure beginning to build towards orgasm. He put his head down to her wide-open fanny. His breathing became deeper and more rapid as he began to delicately kiss and nibble at her swollen lips. Her smell was intoxicating and he desperately wanted to taste her, unable to resist any longer, he plunged his tongue deep into her soaking pussy and greedily lapped at her juices. Mrs Brown gasped at the sudden intrusion. She drew in a desperate quick breath as though she was drowning and desperate for air. His tongue was everywhere lapping at her most intimate places. Nibbling at her outer lips he moved up to flick the tip of his tongue around her swollen clitoris and then over the clitoris itself. The pleasure was too much to bare. She reached for his head to push him away for a second so that she could breath. So that she could stop the shuddering and quivering of her body and recover some control, but she found herself pulling him closer, whimpering at the intense feelings begging him not to stop as her excitement built. She tossed her head about looking for some release from the heavenly torture and her hips began to push frantically, rhythmically as her orgasm began to surge through her once again. She cried out as the dam of her orgasm burst and her arms and legs jerked in muscular spasm as the waves of unbearable pleasure pulsed through her. Jason continued to suck and lick at her fanny until her body slumped in post orgasmic exhaustion and her cries died to gentle moans. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. She could see his face wet with her juices and could feel the slight tremble of excitement from his hands on her thighs. She gently pulled him into a standing position. She wanted to make him cum and she wanted to see it happening.

With his hard cock still between the soles of her feet she once again started to rhythmically masturbate him. She reached forward with her hands and cupped the end of his huge glans spreading his precum over his knob. She then used both hands to work on the end of his cock, rubbing and twisting her hands lubricated by his precum and then sliding down the length of his shaft to meet her feet coming up. She used one hand to play with his balls, cupping them and sliding her finger back and circling his anus before once more sliding back to play with his balls. Jason groaned and closed his eyes. He never realised being wanked could feel so good. His hips began to move in time with her strokes and he thrust his aching cock against the palm of her hand as she massaged his knob. He felt for her fanny and began to explore the delights of her moist folds. He gently slipped a finger into her wet vagina. The feel of her muscles gripping his finger was incredible. He slid in a second finger and gently began to fuck her. He used his thumb to stroke her still engorged clitoris. He could feel her responding to his touch. Her breathing was deepening and her hips were beginning to push towards his fingers as they slid deep into her fanny. He used his other hand to open the top two buttons of her blouse. He could see the soft material of her lacy bra. He knew they were both getting close and he did not have time to be subtle. He eased his hand inside the cup of her bra and lifted out her breast. He ran his fingers delicately over her nipple making it stand erect before he leant forward and took it in his mouth.

Unbelievably, Mrs Brown could feel herself building towards orgasm again but this time she wanted to satisfy Jason first. She moved her feet and hands faster and squeezed on the end of his cock as she twisted her hand around his knob.

The pleasure was fantastic. Jason did not want it ever to end, but he could feel the spunk beginning to gather. He desperately started to thrust his hips in time with her movements and each thrust brought a moaning gasp. His fingers moved in and out of her fanny quicker and quicker as the speed of his own thrusting increased. She had to take his hand away from her fanny to stop herself from Cumming again.

He groaned loudly as his muscles began to contract in ejaculation. His spunk spurted from the end of his cock in a thick stream and landed over her stockings. She watched entranced as every forward movement of her hand around his thick cock caused another stream of cum to shoot out. On the next forward movement a jet of thick spunk shot from the end of his knob and landed between her legs. The thick liquid felt warm as it dripped from her pubic mound onto her fanny lips. 

It was too much. She pulled him towards her by his engorged penis as it was still squirting warm cum over her feet and legs. She slid forward to meet him and the full length of his cock slid easily into her soaking wet fanny. She wrapped her cum soaked legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her. She groaned loudly as Jason immediately began pumping his hips, driving his cock deep into her pussy. His balls slapped against her as he began roughly fucking her driven on by the remains of his orgasm. They both let out cries with every thrust. Mrs Brown felt the room spinning as another orgasm began to rush through her body. Her arms and legs were tingling and the muscles deep in her fanny clamped hard around Jason's huge cock as it pumped in and out of her desperate to squeeze every last drop of cum from him.

Mrs Brown suddenly froze rigid her face screwed up as if in pain. Her cries stopped as she held her breath. Her legs squeezed tightly round him and her fingers dug deep into his arms. Jason continued to ram his cock in and out of her pussy. She let her breath out in a shuddering moan and for a few seconds her entire body began to jerk then she began to cry out loudly with each thrust of her hips as she franticly pushed to meet Jason's hard cock. 

Jason lay back exhausted. Sweat was pouring from him and his hand was shaking slightly as he reached for a paper tissue out of the box by the side of the bed. He smiled to himself as he wiped the spunk from his chest and stomach. That was the best wank he had ever had. Perhaps tomorrow night they could shag in the gym and he could tie her to the vaulting horse.

The End