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The Teacher

By: Rellik04



I was asked to participate in a program to teach the elderly how to use a computer, but instead of conducting these lessons at a centre, where many of our senior citizens feel embarrassed by their mistakes in a group, this service was done in their own homes, using their own computers. The computers they would be using to do their banking, emails and surfing from. It was up to the instructor to what fees he or she chose to charge. All the instructor had to do was register with the local authorities, for police clearance, prove they were competent with computers and willing to work in the evenings, then make the visits given to them by the supervisor of the program.

I had been doing this for four months now, usually I had the pupil up and running in a couple of hours some even less, but Mrs Elise Tallboy was a real challenge.

Even to switching on it took me three hours, I couldn't understand what was so difficult in pressing one switch, but Elise did. Maybe I should say two switches the one on the wall plate and the other on the computer itself. We had eventually got it, but she has to think about it even now when I go and see her, I feel it's just company she wants and the lessons are just a means to get me to visit her.

I don't mind visiting her at all, I always get a meal there and she is the most elegant lady I have ever met, very well spoken and her dress is always immaculate; from her silk stockings legs to the top of her head. There is hardly a hair out of place. In fact I thought it was a wig the first time I called, but I soon discovered it was her real hair. Sitting on a chair so close to her, one sees every pore and blemish and I have really looked Elise over. She wears the subtlest of perfumes which I love to smell on a lady.

Last week we even sent an email to me at home, I sent a reply, so to-night we are to check that it came back to her.

The first two evenings, she wouldn't even sit close to me, as I showed her how everything works, since then she has got closer and closer. Just last week, when I called she had replaced the two chairs with a piano stool and we sat very close. In fact I felt she was a bit too close, she had her hand on my thigh, which could be quite innocent.

Being a virile male and tall I seem to intimidate some women by my size, I'm 78 inches tall, broad shouldered and weigh 210 lbs or there about. I'm 24 years of age and even if I say so myself quite good looking. Elise is about 63 inches and weighs about 100 lbs so I dwarf her. This could have been the reason she kept her distance at first, but now she sits with her thighs against mine.

I shouldn't say this but I am beginning to fancy her as a sexual partner, but an old lady? She is older than my grandmother. Ladies of Elise age are not interested in sex, its Bridge and Scrabble, or gardening they are interested in not a young stud like me between their legs I thought.

Usually when I arrive we have a meal together, and she sat on the end while I sat at the side of the table. Tonight she was sitting directly opposite and she kept watching me all the time and smiling. I was getting the full frontal attention and the little body language that I knew, was an indicator I was getting her full attention, and she was passive for her hands were turned up and wide apart.

I know that she likes me for she is always smiling when I arrive. After an hour with her at the computer I found that her attention wavers and it is pointless going on, so it is then she usually makes a cup of coffee and we sit and have a chat in her kitchen.

To-night she wheeled the coffee on a trolley into her lounge and we sat in front of a coffee table on her sofa.

"Am I being a pain in the neck for you John, I just can't get the concept of the computer into my head. I see you doing it and when I try it all goes wrong and I can't use that mouse thing, or control the arrow."

"It will come to you all of a sudden and then you will be off."

"And you will be off also!"

"Why should I, I like coming to visit you Elise. If you want me to continue visiting you as a friend I will definitely come and see you."

"I thought once you have shown me everything you would stop calling."

"You like me calling to see you?"

"I am always looking forward to each of your visits, I wish you could come and see me every evening."

"I could even do that. If I have another pupil which is usually for an hour then I can call round after, would you want that. I don't want to see you lonely and miserable Elise. Not a lovely lady like you."

"You think I'm a lovely lady John."

"I certainly do, I like almost everything about you, your dress your hair your perfume, your bearing, yes a very lovely lady."

"But a bit too old for you."

"No lady is too old to be admired and loved."

No more was said but I started calling in every working day evening to see her. I was even getting emails from her, but the tone of the emails was changing, even the start and end. It used to be John; then Dear John; now it's My dearest John and now I'm getting xoxoxo at the end. To-nights was 'My dearest John; I am so eagerly awaiting your hour with me I only wish it could be so much longer, come quickly dearest. Elise xoxoxoxo'

This is the type of letters and emails you get from teenagers, not an old lady who you visit because she is lonely. This lady has the hots for me I am certain, what would she do if I put my arm around her. I knew I had to go slow, but I am going to start to-night.

I had another pupil to-night a 19 year old mentally retarded girl; her parents want her to use the computer they have got for her in her room.

I called round at the time I had the appointment, which was an hour earlier than I usually go, this was for this evening only at 6pm, and an assessment of how I thought she would respond. Her name was Tony and she looked quite normal to me, as we stood in the hallway.

"The computer is in her bedroom/study she is very possessive and sometimes won't let anyone in her room. I am just telling you this for she may start yelling for you to leave if she gets upset. Other than that she is quite normal, but her IQ isn't very high.

I had been told most of this by the course supervisor so I was prepared for any upset and was told to leave immediately she started showing signs of aggression.

"Well Tony I'm John, your parents want you to learn how to use the computer, but I am sure you do know how to use one, care to show me how much?"

She was quite good and could access programs and send and receive emails as good as anyone else.

"What is it you really want to learn Tony?"

"About sex, and about how to use some of the tools and accessories on the computer and about sex."

"From what you say you want to learn about sex, what actually?

"What it feels like to have a cock inside of me, Oh don't worry I can't have children, a hormone imbalance."

"You are very well informed Tony,"

"I know how to use a computer, but I know nothing about getting fucked, I have to feel a cock inside me so that I know what to expect. My parents never let me out of their sight except here in my room. Here we can do anything. Just to feel it inside me that is all I want." she pleaded.

No-one told me about this situation, what do I do run, and she cries rape, give her what she wants and then get accused of rape.

"No fucking, just the penetration only, no kissing or anything else and I choose how." I said to her.

"Yes I agree."

I lay down on her bed and unzipped my trousers and pulled them down to my knees. "Now you sit over my hips once you remove your panties."

"I'm not wearing any, just like my mother."

Well that was one bit of news whether it was of use was another matter.

I didn't need to say any more, Tony just sat on my knob and sank down and I shot right into her hot moist young cunt. Her hot cunt made it feel like being sheathed in a silken glove. But she raised herself as if to get off and lowered herself again then again and I couldn't stop her, until after about a dozen humps.

"Tony that wasn't what we agreed on, be fair, I helped you, maybe the next time we will go further, but not tonight."

She got off and I adjusted my clothing.

"Sorry, it was so nice," she said looking down at the floor.

"Look I have to go; I will see you next week."

I couldn't get out soon enough, that was a very close call.

I made my way back to Elise's house but I was still bearing a semi hard on, after all I had just been rove up a 19 year olds tight cunt with an oversized cock.

Elise met me at the door and she went on tip-toe and kissed me on my cheek, this is the first time she has ever done this and it wasn't until after she had done it, I realised I had bent my face so she could. I was beginning to accept this old lady into my life unconsciously.

She had the table set and we sat down to have what she called her supper. Afterwards we went into her lounge. Now I was relaxed in this room, I had been coming here for so long now. She sat down beside me and I put my arm around her and drew her in, she came like a lamb and rested her head on my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"I know it's silly an old lady like me, but I love you John. I want you to hold me tight, will you do that?"

I hadn't intended to go beyond putting my arm around her, but she had asked to be held and I did .This has moved my agenda up a good deal. Now she was pressing her chest onto mine and I could feel her soft breasts against mine. Why was I holding an old lady like this, I kept asking myself, but she was now searching for my mouth to kiss, I just lowered my head and our lips came together. There was no difference to kissing a younger woman I found.

Unconsciously I laid my hand on her thigh and she placed her hand on it stopping me moving it, but after a minute she lifted her hand and I slid up under her dress, onto her silk clad thighs, the feel of the silk clad thighs was a come on on its own, then I reached a lacy part which meant her stockings were self supporting. Sliding up a little more I was touching the extra smooth skin of her inner thighs.

Here she closed her thighs tight and pushed my hand back down. I didn't care, for I had gone further than I had intended, I just took my hand away and hugged her, for this was what she wanted, at the present anyway.

"Will you come around to-morrow John, I know its Saturday and you may want to go out with friends your own age, but I would like you to come."

Now it had almost been three months, I'd been coming here every evening during the working week for the past month. It has only been the last few days that I decided that I would try and seduce Elise. Maybe she just wanted friendship, but I had the feeling there was an inner conflict going on inside of her mind, about taking the friendship further than it has gone. I had nothing to do on the Saturday except join my mates and go hunting for a bit of skirt, yet here was one sitting alongside of me who seemed ready to drop her knickers. Also I liked Elise, she was making me realise there was a lot of lonely ladies in our community.

"Certainly Elise, we will call it a date, what about I take you to a movie or something, let's make a day of it?"

"Could we, I would love to go to the cinema with you. Yes let us make a day of it. When will you come for me?"

"I'll pick you up at one. You check the papers for a movie you would like to see."

"Oh I am really looking forward to this," she said giving me a much more passionate kiss.

Wow all this excitement just because I was taking her to see a movie. I was glad to see her so happy.

I made sure I was neatly dressed, for I was sure that Elise would be, she always was. I picked her up and we spent the day at the movies, then we had a meal. I never felt the least bit embarrassed having an elderly lady linked into my arm; in fact I felt very proud having such an elegant lady like Elise by my side. She kept looking up at me and smiling. This was the best thing I could have done, she could hardly let me go and all through the movie she held on to me. At one stage she even put her hand on my thigh high up and when she touched my penis she immediately withdrew her hand.

When we arrived back to her home she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against me, kissing me on the lips. I put one arm on the small of her back and the other on her bottom and drew her in close, driving my semi hard penis hard against her stomach.

There was no reaction to my hand on her buttocks and pulling away from my hardening penis which she must feel slowly rising and being crushed between us.

"Shall I make a coffee John," she said taking her mouth off mine, but still had her lower abdomen pressed hard onto my hard penis.

I never answered, I just dropped my arms and picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. She laid her handbag down, removed her coat, lifted her dress and removed her panties, all without a word being said and her eyes never left mine all the time.

I dropped my trousers, kicked off my shoes and picked her up again and laid her on the bed. As I did so she pulled her dress up and raised her knees, opening her thighs at the same time. All I did was step between those open thighs and guided my hard cock between her moist legs and slowly slid into her eager cunt. I glided in so easily and her arms came up and hugged me as I slowly sank into her warm body. Who said younger women were better, surely hadn't been inside this wonderful old lady. She felt so soft and she gripped my penis as if she had been made just to accept my large cock.

It was just heaven, just feeling her vagina hold my penis, she was contracting her muscled almost massaging me as I was inside her.

"I love you John, I have wanted us to do this for a very long time, but have been afraid you would reject me."

"No I would never have done that, now we have got over that fear, we can enjoy each other as much as we want."

"Yes that is what I wanted to hear, please, be gentle it's been quite a long time since I have felt a man, but now I have you, any time John, I want you any time."

I then started sliding out and in of this lovely lady's warm sex; it was sheer heaven as I slowly penetrated after withdrawing almost fully out. Sliding so easily back in and our bodies coming together so gently, no slapping of flesh here, just a gentle meeting, hair meeting hair and then back out and in again. Elise was drawing back her pelvis as I withdrew and thrusting it upwards to meet me as I re-entered, causing a rocking motion which seemed to intensify the feeling even more.

I felt my climax rising and knowing there was no fear of her becoming pregnant; I just let it go freely. This was so different when fucking a young women, for at this stage, one worries if the condom was to break or not, or should you quickly withdraw just in case. No, this was so natural just letting the lot go without that underlying fear. The other thing with pleasuring a lady of Elsie's age, there were no days when it was taboo, all days were safe days.

I rolled onto my side and brought her with me her legs locked around mine.

"I loved that Elise, thank you; you are so beautiful and so sexual."

"Oh John, I am glad I didn't disappoint you and you were so gentle too. I feel so wonderful myself. Can we do this nude sometime; I would like that very much, with our naked bodies touching."

"Elise, the first time is over, now we know one another as much as we can ever know, we can do this in raincoats if that is what you want."

We lay there for quite a while before she disentangled herself. "I must go and shower John, want to come and scrub my back, I would like that."

So up we both got and entered her shower after undressing. I was expecting to see a wrinkled body, but was surprised with the texture of her skin, her breasts were quite large and sagged, but one didn't expect hard proud breasts on a lady of her vintage, but they still looked good to me. Now we pressed our naked bodies together as we stood under the flowing water, cascading down between our bodies. We soaped and washed one another and I was getting to feel and see as much of her as I wanted and she me. Now there was nothing to hide, on either of our bodies so I knew that here was someone here I could always come to.

We dried ourselves and with one of her bathrobes on we went to the kitchen for the coffee she had offered when we got home.

I never went back to see Tony, in fact I was afraid to enter that house. The supervisor sent a lady teacher, but she reported that Tony needed no further lessons.

I think my pupil Elise will take many more visits before she has the ability to use the computer properly, but I'm prepared to persevere with her for free. Well that was what the report to my supervisor said.

The Teacher



I know it's wrong, you're my teacher, but for the entire year I have secretly had a crush on you. So far I have been passing the course but I'm not really sure how. You've worn low cut blouses and short, tight skirts almost every day and it's been driving me crazy. Now it's the last week of the semester of my senior year of high school. I thought I'd really be looking forward to graduation but now I'm not so sure. The thought of not seeing your sexy body every day is kind of depressing.

We have finished our final exams and there's nothing left to do, so you have given us some quiet reading time. Most of the other people in class are quietly talking to each other but all I can do is stare at you. You're leaning back in your chair reading. It's a very warm June and you have unbuttoned your blouse just down low enough that I can see a little cleavage. Your feet are up on your desk giving me a wonderful view of your legs.

You're concentrating on your book and you have no idea that I'm watching you, so I have plenty of time. I start to fantasize about us. I imagine us alone in the classroom, I slowly walk up to you as you take off your glasses and look up at me. I kneel down in front of you and slowly start to unbutton your blouse. I slip your blouse off your shoulders running my hands down your arms as it slides off of you. I admire your creamy white skin for a few moments before I reach behind you to unclasp your bra. You move forward allowing my hands to slip behind you as you look deep into my eyes with a lustful look. I unclasp your bra and slip it off your shoulders, revealing the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. I massage one of your breasts as I take a nipple into my mouth...

Suddenly I'm snapped out of my fantasy. I've been so busy staring at your breasts that I don't realize that you're staring at me. I also realize that all this time I have been stroking my hard cock through my jeans and I think you can see under my desk. You just look at me with absolutely no expression. I quickly pull my hand away from my crotch and look around. It doesn't seem like any one else has noticed what I've been doing so I look back at you. You are still staring at me with the same strange look and I'm not sure if I am in trouble or not.

Just then the bell rings and everyone stands up to leave. I still have an erection and I'm really not sure what to do. We've turned in our books so I can't even hold them in front of me to hide it. I figure my best bet is to leave in the middle of the crowd so you won't be able to see my bulge. I stand up and start to head for the door when I hear you call my name. I stop dead, just a few feet from the doorway. I sigh and turn, then walk toward your desk. You're looking me right in the eye, then for a split second you look down at my crotch. You look me in the eye, and then tell me very sternly that you would like to see me after school so that we can discuss what happened here.

I tell you ok and then quickly leave the room. I'm incredible frightened and embarrassed. I'm sure you saw me touching myself while I was staring at you and you did not seem very pleased about it. I didn't really do anything that could get me in trouble but how am I going to be able to face you again. There's only two more days left of school, maybe I could just skip. Oh well, one good thing, my erection has finally gone away.

The only thing I can think of for the rest of the day is what you are going to say. I start to think maybe I should just leave after my last class and say I forgot that you wanted to see me. But if I did that I'm sure you would just call my parents and I definitely don't want that to happen. So I guess I'll just have to go through with it.

The rest of the day goes by way too quickly and the final bell rings. I walk slowly to your classroom and stand outside for a few minutes to summon my courage up. I slowly walk into the class with my eyes looking down at the floor. No matter how hard I try I can't look up at you. I hear you tell me in a very angry voice, "Sit down!"

I sit at a desk in the front row and I hear you get up and walk over to the door. You shut and lock the door. I'm confused as to why you have locked the door but before I can think about it too much you look at me and say, "Not there, up at my desk!"

I look up and see that you have placed a second chair up next your desk. I get up and go over to your desk and sit down. You sit back down in your chair directly in front of me. "Look at me!" you command.

I force myself to look up and I notice you have unbuttoned a few more buttons on your blouse. I begin to think maybe I'm not in as much trouble as I thought. I'm snapped back to reality as you say, "We need to speak about what happened here today. You cannot just stare at women like you did today. We are not pieces of meat. And I will not even go into what you were doing under your desk! Do you know how that made me feel?"

"No Ma'am," I say meekly.

You sigh softly as you begin to calm down a little. "I don't know what to do about this. You obviously didn't mean any harm, and no one was hurt. Actually, I guess I should be flattered that a young man would find me attractive. But you do need to be punished for what you did so that you will learn your lesson. I almost wish spanking was still allowed in schools."

I'm not sure why but as you mention the spanking my cock hardens immediately. The problem is it's pointing in a strange direction as it hardens and it presses hard against my jeans making a very noticeable bulge.

"I see your little friend likes the idea," you say as you place your hand on my thigh.

You start to gently rub my thigh as my cock grows even harder. You laugh and tell me to stand up. I get up and you tell me to bend over your desk. I hesitate for a moment trying to decide what to do. You grab my shoulder and push me over the desk forcefully. You lean over and say into my ear, "Do as I tell you!"

I've never had a woman take control like this. I'm a little scared but excited. I see you reach over onto your desk and grab your ruler. With no hesitation I feel the first crack of the ruler against my ass. It hurts but it kind of feels good. Then before I know what's going you spank me again and again and again. Over and over you slap the ruler across my ass until I unintentionally start to moan with each strike. 

You stop and reach around to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I come to my senses and realize you are about to beat my bare ass with the ruler. I start to beg you not to but you start to laugh. You throw the ruler down on the desk and say, "Don't worry Baby, I'm not going to use the ruler on your bare, sweet little ass."

You pull my jeans halfway down my thighs and then start to rub my ass through my shorts. You hook your fingers into my waistband and pull my boxer shorts down. "That is a beautiful ass you have there," you say as I feel your hand smack my ass hard.

I'm already sore from the ruler and now your hand sends chills up through my spine. You spank my ass over and over again until I feel my cock start to throb. I'm moaning uncontrollably as you continue to spank me. When you're sure I've had enough you stop spanking me. You reach between my legs and grasp my aching cock. "So this has turned you on as much as it's turned me on," you say.

"You're turned on?" I ask as I gasp for breath.

You laugh and then without saying anything you take my hand and place it between your thighs. I rub your panties and find them incredibly moist. I stand up and turn to face you. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me deeply. You break our kiss and tell me, "Take off all your clothes, now!"

Without even thinking for a second I take off my t-shirt. I sit on the desk to take off my shoes and socks, then my pants and shorts. I stand back up and you tell me to sit in your chair. I sit down in your chair and the cold leather cools my burning ass cheeks.

You lean over and whisper in my ear, telling me that you are going to do a little strip tease for me. You sit down on your desk and slowly, very slowly begin to unbutton the last of the buttons on your blouse. You slide the shirt off revealing a white lace bra. You reach down and unzip your skirt and then let it drop to the floor showing a matching pair of very revealing panties. You turn around to show me the back and I see it's a g-string. I almost drool when I see your gorgeous ass for the first time. You turn back around, step out of your high heels and lean into me to ask, "Do you like?"

I can't even speak, I simply nod. You kiss me lightly then move back again. You slowly reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. You look at me and smile, teasing me by not letting your bra drop to the floor. Then your smile turns to a look of lust as you slide first one shoulder strap down your shoulder and then the other. Then you let go of the bra and it falls off of you. Your breasts are more beautiful than I have ever imagined. I'm overcome with lust and I start to move toward you when you point at the chair and tell me to sit.

I obediently sit back down and let you continue your strip tease. You reach down and slide your thumbs into the straps of your g-string. I finally tear my eyes away from your breast and watch you slowly slide your g-string down. You slowly reveal your small little patch of blonde hair and then you step out of your g-string. I can't wait to touch you, but you lean back against your desk again to tease me.

"Do you want me?" you ask.

"Oh, yes...please," is all I can say.

"Good, because I want you, Baby," you reply.

You slowly saunter over to me, each step you take making me breathe a little harder. You lean over and kiss me deeply. "Do you want to touch me?" you ask.

I nod and you say, "Go ahead Baby."

I reach up and place my hands around your hips. I slowly slide my hands up your sides and than I cup your breasts and gently massage them. You close your eyes and moan softly. I gently start squeezing your nipples as I feel them harden under my fingers. I slide my hands back down you sides and around to your firm ass. I squeeze your ass cheeks as you push your body against me. 

While continuing to fondle your ass with one hand I move one hand around your hip to your mound. I run my hand through your soft pubic hair and down between your legs. I separate your lips and slide a finger inside you. I wet my finger and slide it over your clitoris. You moan loudly and then say, "Oh, it's been so long Baby."

I continue to rub your clitoris as you push yourself hard against me and your breathing starts to quicken. I rub your clit harder and faster as you lean over to kiss me. You gasp and your body tenses up. I press hard on your clitoris and you cry out. Your body shakes as your first orgasm rocks your body. You collapse on top of me and I hold you tightly against me while your orgasm slowly fades. You kiss me passionately as you gather your strength.

"Thank you, Baby. It's been so long since I've been with anyone. That felt so good, let me repay you," you say with a smile and then start laying kisses all over my chest.

You stop to lick and suck on my nipples which makes my cock start to throb. You move down my stomach and pause to look up at me before continuing on. You stare into my eyes as you cover my cock with tiny kisses and then you lick every inch. Still looking into my eyes you take me into your mouth as deep as you can.

I close my eyes and lean my head back, enjoying the feeling of your warm wet mouth engulfing me. You reach up with one hand to rub my chest and tease my nipples. You use your other hand to gently massage my testicles. I start to push into your mouth and you moan with each thrust encouraging me. While still massaging my balls you reach back with your middle finger and start to press it against my anus. None of my girlfriends have ever done anything like this to me before but it feels so good and I moan loudly. I start breathing heavier and my cock starts to throb in your mouth. You pull your hand away from my chest and you grab the base of my cock.

You slip your mouth off of my cock and say, "Not yet Baby, we still have a lot to do. I'm not ready to let you cum yet."

You grab the chair I'm sitting in and pull it over to the desk. You sit down on the desk and ask, "Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy before?"

I smile, really looking forward to this. I proudly tell you, "Yes, Ma'am"

"Good, I want you to really pleasure me Baby. And, being your teacher, if you don't get it right, I'm going to make you do it over and over again. Do you understand?" you ask.

I nod and move in to kiss you. I kiss you deeply and then pull away to look for your approval. You smile at me and say, "That's a nice start. You didn't go right for 'the goods', you do have a little experience. Go on, now."

I move in again and I start to kiss your neck. You tilt your head back to give me more room as you moan passionately. I cover your neck with kisses then move down to your shoulders. Then I move down to your upper chest. Finally I cover your breasts with kisses, avoiding your nipples to tease you. "Yes Baby, that is so nice..." you moan.

I finally move to your nipples and tease them by just barely flicking them with the tip of my tongue. You squeal with delight as my tongue lightly teases you. Then I start sucking each of your nipples into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them. You grab my hair and pull me toward you as your body writhes. 

After a few minutes you start to push my head downwards. I start to kiss my way down your stomach, stopping to swirl my tongue around your navel for a moment. You're too turned on for any more teasing and you push my head down farther. I cover your mound with kisses, then your inner thighs. I lightly trace my tongue along your outer lips before you grab me roughly by the hair. You push my mouth to your pussy as you almost scream, "Enough! Lick my pussy now!"

Your roughness turns me on and I start to suck your clitoris with renewed passion. I suck your clit into my mouth as I tease it with my tongue. I slip two fingers deep inside you. I press down and I find the spongy little piece of flesh and I know I've found the spot. I push down hard on your g-spot and you cry out. I know you're close so I suck harder on your clitoris. I feel your thighs tighten around me and you fall back onto your desk. You cry out and you raise your butt off of the desk. Your thighs grip my head until it starts to hurt but I keep sucking. I hear your muffled screams as your hips start to buck and you push yourself into me over and over again.

Finally your body collapses on to the desk and I tenderly lick you clean. I get out of the chair and slowly start to kiss my way up your body. I cover your entire stomach with kisses, then your breasts, your shoulders, your neck and then your cheeks. You turn your head to kiss me, our mouths open and our tongues start to explore. I know you can taste yourself on my tongue and it turns me on. You pull me down on top of you and you start caressing my back and buttocks.

We kiss deeply as you reach between us and grab my cock. You start to squeeze my cock until it's so hard it feels like it's going to burst through the skin. Then you put my cock at your entrance. I spread my legs a little more to lower myself down so I'm even with your pussy. You pull my cock and it slowly slides into you. You let go and I bury myself into you. You push yourself up a little so you can reach down and grab my ass. I start to thrust into you and you pull me into you with each thrust. We kiss once more and then you break the kiss to whisper in my ear, "Cum for me Baby, cum all over me!"

You dig your fingernails into my ass and I feel my cock start to throb. I start thrusting into you harder and faster, losing control. My breathing starts to quicken and you lay back down on the desk. You look at me with a lustful look as you start to rub your stomach and breasts. "C'mon Baby, cum all over me! I want to feel your hot cum all over my stomach and breasts!"

That pushes me over the edge and I pull out of you. I stroke my cock one more time and I explode with a loud groan. The first shot goes farther than I expected and lands on your chin and neck. The second and third shot cover your breasts and with my last few shots I empty myself on your stomach. You giggle as you wipe your chin and say, "I guess you were a little turned on, eh Baby?"

I rest my body against you and we kiss as our bodies recover. After a few minutes you push my away and smile. "Sit down Baby, I need to clean myself up," you say.

I sit back down in your chair and watch you as you use a few tissues to wipe my cum off of your breasts and stomach. You notice a little bit of cum on the head of my cock and you drop to your knees in front of me. You take me into your mouth and lick me clean. You let my cock slip out of your mouth as you look up at me and say, "There, now you're all clean too."

We get dressed as we each get one last look at each other. You smile at me and say, "Oh, and by the way, I'll need to see you after class tomorrow too. We have a few things to, uhm, go over."

I smile, nod and then leave the room.



The Teacher



EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author's Note:

"This is one of many small stories that work as a supplement to 'The Finer Points of Sheila.'"

***

Alison May sat in her classroom, her delicate fingers tapping on the processed plastic-for-wood top of her desk. She had watched thousands of students sit in their rows as she droned the same information to them year after year. She watched them fix their eyes on the clock above the chalkboard, trying to mentally will the hands of the timepiece to move faster. This desperate act of telekinesis was a common one around the world, and she believed that it wasn't wholly unjustified on their part. After all, you're only young once. This was a fact she had thought of often as she approached her forty-fifth birthday.

She looked at the chalkboard with a certain acceptance, or even resignation if you will, as she considered that the chalkboard itself was sign of a time long since gone. It was once synonymous with education, school and teachers, a universal symbol for progress and academic achievement. But now, it was the day and age of power point presentations and laser pointers, the green board and chalk going the way of the dinosaur almost unnoticed.

And now, much like her, the expansive green board was a relic of a time that would never come again. 

Ten years of her forty-five on this earth had been spent in tireless efforts, thanklessly hard work to expand the horizons of the new generation. She watched, as each progressive one became dimmer and dimmer, their minds solely centered on video games, sex, self, music and drugs. She supposed this had been mostly true of every generation since the end of the forties, but the degree of this self-absorption against the number of kids giving into it was staggering. It was like looking at the evolutionary chart in reverse, a picture of society regressing past the point of return. Was it possible that with the infinite strides forward mankind had made, we had actually shortchanged ourselves in regards to the future?

"Fuck it," she said to herself, drinking the last of her tepidly warm coffee. She was a high school math teacher, not a university philosophy professor. Bottom line was kids today made their own choices just like the ones fifty years ago did. The only difference was the consequences had gotten harsher.

From outside her door, she could hear a wave of chattering and the dim roar of the kids as they came up the stairs from the cafeteria. One by one, they all filed in. She mentally noted the jocks, the preppies, the geeks, the nerds, the sluts and the everymen as they laughed and mingled, eventually finding their way to their seats. She began reciting the basics of algebra to their vacant faces as the morning grinded on. She felt herself checking the clock, surprised to find that she was as anxious to leave as they were.

Class after class poured in, and she became acutely aware for the first time that she was burning out. It hit her with all the subtlety of a Mac truck doing seventy on an open stretch of road. She was tired of this routine, the monotony and inflexibility of her career. In the process of sending the same three damned kids to the office for poor behavior, which had become a weekly ritual, she accepted that maybe she was too old for this shit. The kids, though most of them were pleasant enough to her, never saw her as a person, as a human being. She was a figurehead, an extension of a system they both despised and relied on.

Was this what she had really wanted? Eternal servitude to the ungrateful masses? 

The late afternoon ringing of the bell announced their dismissal from school, and Alison felt as though an elephant had been dancing on her head all day long. She sat back in her chair, and stretched her arms. Her bra was hurting her, feeling too tight and stiff against her nipples as she sighed, her gaze falling on the stack of papers that had mounded up like the aftermath of some magic, subterranean albatross gopher. She dreaded the idea of grading them, of looking over every answer and, if history was any indication, failing most of them. She needed something new, something fresh to pull her out of this rut.

She needed a good fuck.

Alison smiled at the idea. It had been over five years since her husband, Ron, had left her and she hadn't really had the time to engage anyone in a relationship. Certainly, the men on staff would compliment her curly blonde hair, or her eyes or her smile. She would often catch the janitor looking at her ass in the hallways as she left for the parking lot each mind-numbing day. But she had never worried about it, as there wasn't any itch she couldn't scratch and take care of with her own fingers. Ron had never put much effort into their sex life, and she had become a master of self-gratification. In fact, he was never really that good at it to begin with, so when he did leave, she figured it was no major loss. Besides, she craved something fresh, something new. Perhaps someone not over the age of thirty?

"Ms. May?"

The deep voice from the rear of the classroom snapped her back to attention. Brad, her top student, stood in the doorway with his books tucked under one of his well-defined arms and a confident smile stretching easily across his handsome face. 

"Yes Brad," she smiled and scooted her chair up to the desk, "What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering," he said as he walked up the side aisle of desks and sat in the front row, "If you had finished that letter of recommendation?"

"Recommendation," she repeated absently and then remembered, "Oh yes, I did. I did finish it."

Brad looked at her expectantly. "Do you have it here?" he asked after a long pause.

She was about to answer when a thought crossed her mind, a thought that she had often grappled with but never seriously considered. Brad was so attractive, his narrow features perfectly squared and dark, his hair a deep burnt umber. His eyes were actually very beautiful as she looked at him for the split second it took to decide her next course of action. She felt a warm blooming in her crotch and stomach as she considered trying to seduce him. She knew it was wrong, and if they got caught, it would be the end of her career.

Look what it did for Mary Kay Letourneau, she thought dryly.

But then again, didn't the really worthwhile and exciting things in life require a little risk? 

A few weeks ago, her friend Joy had called from the apartment complex she managed in the city and told her about a new lover she had taken. Alison listened with a tinge of jealousy as Joy told her about the young man she had rented an apartment to, the flirtation they had engaged in and the incredible sex they had together. The young man in question, Dave if she remembered right, had been fucking her so good that Joy had a hard time walking anymore. She had listened to Joy talk about the excitement of the seduction, the passion of their first time together (in the her office, with tenants waiting to pay rent outside). She realized that she wanted that same excitement, that same feeling again.

"He makes me feel so young," Joy had said, and then added, "You should get yourself a stud, Ally."

Alison made her decision. 

"You know," she said, "I forgot it at home. Would you like to pick it up tonight?"

"Ah, sure," he said, looking at his watch. "I have some stuff to take care of, but what time would work best for you Ms. May?"

"Say around six?"

"Works for me."

"Okay then," Alison smiled as she watched him leave, her eyes fixed on his ass as he walked.

"Thank you again," he said.

"Oh, thank you," she replied, her eyes undressing him as her mind embraced the idea of an impending sexual adventure. She felt her cheeks blushing as she gathered her papers and went to her car. This was so unlike her, so far beyond anything she had ever done before. It was bold and dangerous, career suicide at the very least. But she needed this, and she was glad it had been Brad she chose to do this. She supposed there were other, generically better looking kids on campus, but Brad was by far the smartest and in her opinion, the sexiest. The image of what his cock might look like flashed in front of her eyes as she backed her car out of the parking lot, and she couldn't help but smile.

***

Alice stepped out of the shower, her legs and crotch smoothly shaved. She paid extra attention to her pussy tonight, as she hoped that when he finally saw it, he wouldn't be repulsed. The bush she had allowed to grow over the last six months had become somewhat irritating anyway, and she was glad to see it go. And now only smooth, delicate pink lips remained, enticing and, she hoped, irresistible. She examined her body in the fog-framed mirror, cupping her breasts and bouncing them slightly. They had sagged a little over the years, but nothing extreme. She thought they looked damn good considering what gravity could do to a pair of 38 C's over time. Her nipples stood out, perky and fresh, as if reinvigorated at the prospect of being touched by Brad's hands, his tongue and who knew what else.

"His cock," she said to her reflection as she dried her hair, "You were thinking about what it would be like for him to put his cock between your breasts and fuck them. Maybe what it would be like to feel his sack against your stomach, his balls rubbing back and forth..."

She felt herself getting wet at the thought of it all, and she rubbed her fingers over her sensitive, slowly swelling mound. She sighed a soft, lusty moan as she fingered herself for a moment. She pictured them together, their bodies sweaty and naked, joined together at the hip as she rode him, bouncing on his cock for all she was worth. She wanted to put her hands on his chest, feel him and massage him. The idea of a body so much younger than hers, so different from the paunchy-frame of her ex-husband made her stomach flutter as though a hundred butterflies were taking flight. It was taboo, and it made her feel almost lightheaded as she fantasized about him.

And the best part of all this was, he had no clue. She had spent so much of her life being content with what she had been given, always the one to step back and not take the risks life had to offer. The surprises were always on her, the recipient of whoever and whatever was in control, be it a man or life in general. She remembered Joy's stories about Dave, the details of their sexual encounters. She remembered the sound of her friend's voice as she recalled what his had cock felt like in her hand, what his cum tasted like and how he could make her scream by licking her clit. With the ringing of the bell today, she had turned on that old philosophy in favor of a new truth, a new life. She felt aggressive and dominant, the shackles of her old life ready to be cast off.

Brad was the key.

"All he has to do is stick his key in my lock," she joked to her reflection as she stopped stimulating herself. The steam from her shower had been lazily boiling the temperature in the small bathroom, and she had started sweating during her masturbation session. Within a half hour, she was ready. She had put on a white blouse and left the top two buttons open, allowing for a view of her cleavage and the red bra she wore underneath. Her slacks were the best pair she owned, complimentary and defining of her figure.

She poured herself a glass of wine and sat in the living room, the lights turned low as she waited for Brad to show up. She considered putting her shoes on, but thought against it and remained barefoot. She paced the living room, checking herself in the mirror above the couch, adjusting her breasts and fiddling with her hair with every pass. She stopped and looked into the mirror.

"Hello Brad," she smiled seductively to her reflection, trying to make her voice sound sexy, "I'm glad you could make it. Care to sit down?"

Alison frowned. "That's pathetic," she said as she looked at herself and tried again, "Hi Brad, I'd like to discuss multiplication and division tonight. You do know how to divide? Yes? Well then, you can divide me..."

Alison shook her head. How did one steer the conversation to sex subtly without seeming too obvious?

"Hey Brad, how about you just fuck me?" she laughed to her reflection, covering her face with her hands, "This is pathetic."

Finally, after an eternity of waiting, the doorbell chimed. She hurried to the door, composed herself and let the hunt begin.

"Brad," she smiled warmly as she welcomed him in. 

"Ms. May," he nodded, taking off his jacket and holding it in his hands. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with heavy black boots. His well-developed chest stretched the shirt out tight, his trim waist a perfect V shape leading to his hips, which barely kept the loose fitting jeans up with the help of a thick, black leather belt.

"Please, come in," she said, "But please, take your boots off. New carpet, and all."

"Sure," he smiled and took his boots off, setting them by the door.

"I can only stay for a little bit," he explained as he looked around the living room and then added, "Never been in a teacher's house before."

"It's not all that different from other houses."

"I guess not."

"Please have a seat," she pointed to the couch, "would you like anything to drink?"

"Water, please."

"Of course," Alison went into the kitchen and poured him some ice water, calling over her shoulder "How has your evening been?"

"Okay I guess," he replied as she came back with the water, the ice cubes jingling against the glass..

"You don't sound sure."

"Ah," he shrugged shyly, "You don't want to hear about it anyway. Student bullshit, you know? Oh wait, I'm sorry I said that in front of you."

Alison put up her hand. "Don't worry. We're after hours, Brad. You're 19 years old and can say anything you like."

"Okay then," he took a drink of the water, "Student bullshit."

Alison sipped her wine as she sat beside him. "So, what's going on with you?"

He looked at her doubtfully for a minute, debating whether he should be discussing it with a teacher and then said, "Well, it's senior year you know? Abbey and I have been dating for three years now, but she's hinting that maybe she wants to have some freedom at college."

Alison, perfectly aware that she was crossing a big line into his personal life, raised her eyebrow quizzically and asked, "Really? That seems shortsighted. Does she not realize what a good guy she has?"

"I guess not."

"That's a shame," Alison frowned.

Brad was quiet for a moment, and then asked, "You think I'm a good guy?"

"The best."

He smiled, a little embarrassed. "Thanks Ms. May."

"Call me Alison, please. After hours, remember?"

"Oh yeah," he said, feeling more comfortable as he leaned back against the cushions, "Anyway, she's been drifting for awhile now, I guess. It hurts you know? I thought we were in love. Doug's been telling me that she doesn't know what love is."

"Doug Whitmore?" Alison smiled, "I doubt he knows himself. Doesn't he run with that one girl, oh what's her name? Elle?"

"Yeah," Brad said. "But they don't date. They should, but they don't. They're in denial."

"Then maybe you shouldn't take Doug's word for the gospel truth when it comes to love."

"I guess not," Brad shrugged, "But whatever the reason, Abbey is wanting out."

"Love's a fickle thing, I'm sorry to tell you," she shook her head sympathetically, "My husband of 15 years left me for a younger woman. And I tell you, love had nothing to do with his departure."

Brett laughed. "I can't see why he would have left you Ms May... I mean Alison."

"You're the only one, then."

"There's nothing wrong with you," Brad insisted reassuringly.

"You're just being nice to an old woman."

"Are you sixty?"

"No," she laughed.

"Do you get discounts from fast food restaurants?"

"No."

"Then you're not old."

She smiled broadly. "But I am over the hill at forty-five."

"Better than under it at forty-five."

"True," she nodded and then added; "I guess I should take all the compliments I can get from sexy young men, right?"

"Right." Brad laughed, "Are you sure it's okay for us to be talking like this?"

Alice nodded. "Absolutely. Besides, another month and you'll be out of school anyway. It's okay to get to know me personally, Brad. I don't bite."

"Cool."

"Well," she said, changing the subject back to his soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend, "I know Abbey pretty well, and you can do better."

"I don't know about that."

"I do," Alice continued as she scooted closer to him, "You're a smart, good-looking man who knows how to treat a lady from everything I've seen."

A small blush rushed to his cheeks. "Wow, thank you. I never imagined you thought that."

"I do," she smiled, in the back of her mind a small voice screaming that she was doing something really bad here, really wrong and that she was going to get caught. She ignored it, politely beating it down with her mental equivalent of a pickaxe.

"Well, to be fair," he said confidentially, "There are three teachers at the school that all us kids agree are hot. And you're one of them."

"You liar," she squeezed his knee, his words like fuel to a fire.

"No, really," he said, his interest in her more and more apparent.

"Is that what you think?" she asked, genuinely shocked that not just one, but more than a few young men like him thought she was hot, "Or just what Doug had been saying?"

"Well, Doug thinks it too, but I'm you're most vocal supporter," he smiled as he took another drink. Alison was amazed at how bold he was, how sure and confident he was with her. They had violated every rule of the teacher/student relationship so far, and yet he didn't seem the slightest concerned. He was shy and little nervous, but otherwise seemed to matching her move for move. Was it possible he had caught on to her? She decided there was only one way to find out.

"I think you're hot too," she said.

"Thank you," he blushed, clearly enjoying the flirtation as they talked.

"Can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure."

"And you don't have to answer this if you feel uncomfortable," she said.

"Alison, ask anything you like."

"Did you and Abbey ever sleep together?"

"Yes," he said, his voice slightly hesitant.

"Did she ever cheat on you?"

Brad swallowed his water hard, but if he was caught off guard by this suddenly intimate line of questioning, he recovered quickly. "No that I know of," he shook his head, "But we only had sex a few times. I guess Abbey had been with a few guys before me, because she didn't seem all that impressed. And she said I'm too big for her, and that it hurts when I'm in her. So maybe she found someone who was better fit, so to speak."

"Oh," she said thoughtfully, unconsciously wetting her lips with her tongue.

"You know," Brad said as he put his glass of water down on the coffee table, "Maybe I should go. I've embarrassed you."

"Oh no," Alison said, putting her hand on his, "No please, I'm not embarrassed at all."

"Well, with things getting so personal," Brad said shyly, "I mean, you don't feel weird about that?"

Alison smiled. "No, not at all. We can be friends, and friends talk about a lot of things."

"I like that," he said, and Alison saw a considerable bulge forming in the crotch of his jeans. She tried to keep her eyes away from it.

"We could be really good friends, Brad," she said, moving close to him now so that her arm was resting on the cushions behind him, her fingers grazing his shoulder. She inhaled his cologne as her legs pressed against his. She watched his eyes look into her blouse and rest there, visually caressing the tops of her breasts. She began stroking a finger over his shoulder as she smiled, feeling a primal surge of confidence as her pussy became slick and warm.




The Teacher



"Besides Doug, Elle and Brett," he said, his eyes glued to her cleavage, "I don't have a whole lot of friends."

"Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised, "But, you seem so easy going. I hear nothing but good stuff about you."

"I'm just picky about who I let get," he paused for a moment, and then continued, "About who I let get close."

Alison thought for a moment. "And you had hoped Abbey would someone who could be even closer."

Brad nodded, his vulnerability like a thick veil of smoke around him, "I've always told myself that I wouldn't sleep with anyone until it was something special, something real. And Abbey, she just felt so right to me."

"I'm so sorry, Brad," she squeezed his shoulder, suddenly not so sure about her plans for him. He was in pain, and he was here unloading to her about what happened to him. Could she really feel good about seducing him if this shadowed it?

"But you know," he said, "It doesn't really matter. Life moves on, right?"

"Yes it does."

"And there will be other women," he said, looking at her with a confident half-smile. Still, she could see an uncertainty in his eyes, a doubt about his worth that made him both tragically sad and yet endearingly sexy.

"It's rare to find a guy who thinks like you do," Alison said, speaking from the heart, "And it's a good way to be. Don't lose that. Gentlemen are a dying breed, Brad."

Alison looked down and saw his crotch had become a mountain in the flat landscape of his jeans, rigid and strong. She marveled at the size of the bulge, and felt a wash of lust soak her and seep into every pore. She wanted to be his friend, but at the same time, she wanted to fuck his brains out.

But he's your student, a voice called from somewhere deep in her mind, and he's only nineteen... it's wrong...

Fuck it, she thought.

"Sometimes," she said, looking at the ceiling for a moment as she shrugged, "It's good to just let out all the frustration."

"That's why I swim and practice boxing," he smiled.

"Yes," she smiled, looking at his powerful arms as she traced a finger over the defined muscles. "I can see that. But sometimes, it's good to just let yourself go for a while and let someone baby you."

"Like how?" he asked so innocently it was almost funny.

Glad you asked, she thought as she leaned forward and kissed him. At first his lips were frozen with shock as she pressed against him. She made every effort to make the kiss as soft and hot as she could, running her tongue out across his lips briefly before she pulled away. She leaned back and saw him, staring at her wide-eyed.

"You kissed me?" he whispered.

"Yes," she nodded, "I did."

"Why?"

Alison looked at him seductively as she started undoing her blouse, taking her time as she slowly released each button. "Because I want to help you feel better, Brad. Because a good looking man like you needs to be treated right. Because maybe we both need a little attention. And because I really, really want to fuck you."

"Really?" he stuttered, reeling from hearing his math teacher say the word "fuck."

"Oh yes, really," she reached the last button, un-tucked her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders. She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts forward as they strained against the red lace of her bra. She motioned her head to his crotch, "Maybe you could use a little one-on-one tutoring for how to use that thing? And then maybe Abbey will think twice about leaving you?"

"Alison, I don't know," he said blankly, his eyes burning holes in the red fabric all the way through to her nipples.

"You've only been with one woman, Brad. Abbey is probably out right now with someone else, not giving you a second thought."

Brad was fixated on her breasts, the hurt that had been radiating off him like fallout from a nuclear bomb had been blown clean away by his youthful lust. "You're probably right," he managed.

"You like my breasts, Brad?" she asked, leaning forward, letting him get a good view of her cleavage. "You can be honest. We are way past the point of being anything but."

"They're beautiful," he said as he looked in her eyes, "Gorgeous."

"Thank you," she smiled as her heart sped up an excited thrum. She wondered if he could see it pounding beneath her chest. "That's very good. Compliments from the heart are what make a woman receptive, more open to your advances. Most women know when they're being lied to, and that's why so many men go home frustrated."

"I meant it."

"Oh, I know you did," she smiled and placed her hand on his crotch, feeling the stony thickness beneath, "It showed in your eyes, your voice and of course, right here."

"I can't believe this is happening," he laughed nervously.

"Believe it," Alison said as she slid her blouse off her slender arms and laid it on the coffee table. She started kissing Brad, up and down his neck and under his jaw, dragging her tongue over his ear lobe and then gently nibbling on it. She said, "And a lot more can happen tonight, too. My only request, and I think you know what it is..."

"It's our secret," Brad said, lost in the sensations of her lips against his skin, the short bursts of heat from her breath making him tingle.

"Well, that goes without saying," she smiled as she licked his lips, "I was going to say that you try to keep your mind open to what I am going to teach you."

"Deal," he kissed her full on the lips, their tongues swirling together as Brad slid his hands over her back, her arms and her neck. She loved the fact that he didn't go directly for her breasts. With each pass on her arms, he moved closer to the swells with a tantalizing methodology. It was clear that he at least knew a little bit of what he was supposed to be doing.

"Do you want me, Brad?" she asked as he began suckling on her neck.

"You know I do."

"Say it," she half-moaned as he found the spot on her neck, just below her ear that was like an overdrive button for her body. She squeezed his shoulders as her hips grinded against him, "Say it and make me believe it."

"I want you so bad, Alison," he breathed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Words can be very erotic," she said, trying to stay focused as he necked on her, "Words can be an aphrodisiac..."

"Really?"

"Yes," she massaged his cock through his jeans roughly with her left hand as she spoke, "Things like, 'I want to suck your cock'..."

"Or 'I'd love to taste your pussy'..."

"Yes," she said as she undid his fly and pulled his shirt off. She pushed him back a little and took in every defining line of his toned body. The hard curves of his pecs, the small points of his nipples and the dividing ripple of the muscles that composed his abs traveling from just below his pecs through his flat stomach and coming to an end just before his pubic area. Like a virgin forest, dark, wild hair sprouted from the region hidden by his jeans, traveling up and then dispersing near his navel.

"You are so sexy," she said, unable to hide her appreciation of his body. Her nipples went rock hard as she looked him over, her eyes hungrily devouring every inch of him. She took a chip of ice from the glass of water and slowly began tracing around his nipples with it. Brad shuddered and began to move his hands to touch her.

"No," she said, "Sex is also about anticipation, about the build up. Keep your hands down."

Brad smiled and nodded, leaning back and putting his hands over his head, stretching out as she ran the ever-shrinking ice cube across the dips and ridges of his muscular frame. His nipples were as hard as hers as she teased him. She slowly finished unzipping his fly, the metal teeth giving way loudly as she felt the anticipation of seeing his cock building inside her. Brad lifted his hips a little and she slid the jeans down, and then pulled his boxers down.

She ran her finger over the length of his shaft, letting her nails tickle every inch as she went. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and was thrilled to find that she could only barely touch her fingertips together around the circumference. She took the remains of the ice cube and circled each of his large testicles, hanging firm and heavy at the base of his cock. She worked her way up the long shaft and over to the crest of his penis. A cool water trail shined on his swollen, red head, and she would not have been surprised at all if the water had simply boiled and evaporated off him.

Brad was moaning quietly from the back of his throat as she teased him. Alison saw a shiny bead of translucent pre-cum forming at the eye of his head, a hint of what was to follow. She pulled his pants off all the way and he was finally naked, on her couch. She took a moment to memorize him like this, that perfect body, the perfect cock at attention and the look on his handsome face.

"Brad," Alison said quietly as he opened his eyes and looked at her, "Did Abbey ever suck you off?"

"No," he shook his head, "She said she didn't like the taste of cum."

"It's an acquired taste," she said as she unhooked her bra and took it off, freeing her breasts. Brad made no effort to hide his gawking as she massaged them, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She continued, "It's like the taste of a woman's pussy. At first, it's tart and strange, but then as you get used to it, you can find a sweetness to it."

Brad smiled devilishly. "You've tasted another woman?"

"I have," she admitted, "And that's how I know. Like vaginal fluid, cum can either be a wonderful experience, or a horrible one. The taste depends on the person."

Brad listened intently.

"Let's find out what you taste like," she said as she lowered head and grasped his thick shaft with one hand. She slid her other hand up his torso and then moved off the couch with one fluid motion. He marveled at her and watched get on her knees. She tilted the stony cock towards her lips, making sure to keep his eyes locked on hers. She then licked his head, tracing its bulbous, swollen mass around like it were an ice-cream cone. Brad drew a sharp breath as he squirmed a little underneath her, his cock jerking up a little from her tongue. She smiled at him and then took part of his head into her mouth, letting her lips form an indescribable suction over the tip of it. Brad watched as her red lips wetly slid over his entire head, and then enveloped it completely.

Her teeth gently brushed against the sensitive skin, her saliva forming a hot submersion for his throbbing cock as she sucked him in. Throaty moans of approval escaped her, the vibrations of her voice tingling his cock and making him groan. Then she began bobbing up and down, taking in almost three quarters of his shaft before he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. As Alison sucked, she started making circular motions with her head, alternating the intensity of her oral stimulation. She massaged his balls, rubbing them together and gently kneading them as though she were going to milk him.

"You're going to make me cum," he whispered, his hands locked together over his head as he tried to keep up with his rapid breathing. The wet slurping sounds that escaped her mouth each time she bobbed up seemed to echo through the living room.

Alison picked up her speed, letting her tongue drag his cock, wrap around it with each thrust of her head. Then came a moment where his cock went rigid as steel, followed by an explosion of wet, sticky warmth in her mouth. It shot all the way back to her throat. She swallowed immediately, and was rewarded with a sweet salty taste as he unloaded in her mouth. His cock spasmed and jerked as he moaned out loud, the cords in his neck tight and exposed.

He finally finished, and she released him from her mouth.

"You taste great," she smiled and noticed a gob of cum that had oozed out and was dripping down his still erect cock, "Here, take a taste."

Alison licked the gob up on to the tip of her tongue and then slid up to him, her breasts dragging over his body. He met her outstretched tongue and sucked on it, pulling her to him. They kissed frantically as he grinded his cock against her. Her hands couldn't stay in one place as she kissed him, the sweet musky smell of his cum filling their noses and overpowering them. She felt his hands slide into her waistband and began pushing her panties and pants off. She made no effort to stop him as his palms graced the curves of her ass, and once she had worked her pants off, he cupped her cheeks and squeezed them as they kissed.

"Now," she said breathlessly as she got up and sat on the couch beside him, her legs spread wide, "It's time for you to learn how to eat a pussy properly."

"Okay," he agreed enthusiastically.

"It's always good to cum first, before you actually fuck," Alison explained as she spread her pussy open, revealing the intricate petals of her sex, "It takes care of you blowing your wad too early. But most importantly, it allows you to concentrate on your partner..."

Alison pulled her lips open a little further, and Brad was almost hypnotized by the wet, pink folds and smooth line of her pussy. She said, "If you remember that the woman is the most important thing, that her pleasure come first above all, then you'll be okay. Because if you can make a cum with your tongue before you fuck, then you have a better shot of making her cum during."

"Got it," Brad nodded, his hands firmly holding her thighs.

"You know where the clit is?"

"Yes."

"A lot of men think they do, Brad," she smiled as she circled her open vagina with her index finger, "But you'd be surprised."

"I have a pretty good idea."

"Then show me."

Brad lowered his mouth to her dripping wet cunt, and began licking her slowly. Sure enough, his tongue found its way to her hard clit and began flicking it gently.

"Oh god yes, that's it," she gasped loudly, trying to keep her composure. It had been so long since anyone had done that to her, and she dug her nails into the cushion. "That's good Brad..."

And then he began rubbing it with his tongue, back and forth and side to side. She was sweet tasting, a divine nectar as he played with her clit, forsaking the rest of her pussy and going for the kill. She ran her hands through his hair, her mouth an open "O" of pleasure as she rode the rhythm of his tongue, the muscles in her legs quivering and shaking. His strong hands slid over her hips, up her stomach and then over her tits. He kneaded them, massaging them and teasing them as he worked her clit.

Alison didn't know how much time had passed before she came, but she was dimly aware of her own voice, shouting "Yes, Yes, YES!" over and over again as she was swept away. She could hear herself moaning in such rapturous ways she had never experienced before, saying things she had never uttered to that jackass of an ex-husband.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah," she bit her lip as her body began singing to it's own music, and lost control. Everything inside her jumped as the electricity of the orgasm burned though her, causing explosions in her behind her eyes and a flood of wetness that she felt drench her thighs. She felt as though she might be able to float up into space as she rode the power of the orgasm and let it consume her.

"Yes, fuck yes," she moaned, laughing a little as she came down from the high, bright colors flooding her field of vision.

"Was that good, Alison?" Brad asked, his face wet with her cum.

"Oh my god," she whispered rolling her eyes, "Is that your first time doing that?"

He smiled. "No."

"Did Abbey teach you that?"

"No," he said casually as he stood up, "But you can do a lot of things with people without actually losing your virginity."

"I think you're okay in the oral sex department," she smiled, her pussy still throbbing as blood furious pumped through her body. She looked and saw his cock was thick again, large and ready. "It's time to learn how to fuck," she said ravenously as she pulled him to her.

"I think so too," he said huskily as they embraced and began kissing again. She could taste herself in his mouth, sweet and a compliment to his own cum.

"Missionary is easy, and doggy style is a no-brainer," she said as they kissed, "But don't be afraid to try other things."

Alison laid him out on the couch flat and then straddled him, her back to his face as she braced herself up. Her legs folded beside his hips and she felt his hardness pressing into her. He grasped her hips and gently guided her onto his cock. He slid in with almost no effort and Alison moaned out loud as he stretched her out and filled her almost to the point of a pleasurable pain. His cock throbbed inside her, every centimeter filled and snug as she took him in all the way. She felt as if though she had been impaled.

"Oh shit," she managed, overwhelmed by the feelings shooting from her pussy to every corner of her body. Her nipples were hard like shards of rock, sensitive to even the slightest movement. She began moving up and down on his shaft, each thrust a new and untold experience of pleasure and pain. She could now see why Abbey had been hesitant of his cock, but she was determined to ride it, to master it.

"God your cock is fucking huge," she moaned as she began humping him faster, her hair wet and hanging in damp curls around her face.

"I do what I can," he growled as he held her hips firmly, watching her ass bounce up and down on him. They fucked each other, there on the couch and Brad forgot all about Abbey and every other woman on the planet as Alison, formerly Ms. May the math teacher, rode his cock like a cowgirl with something to prove at a rodeo.

He braced himself against the arm of the couch and was able to slide his hands up to her tits. They bounced as they fucked, moving with each thrust. He grabbed them and held them, feeling the hardness of her nipples poke into his palms. She was almost screaming now as she rode him, her head thrown back and her arms over her head, lost in some kind of ecstasy. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensations he had never experienced with Abbey. By comparison, Abbey didn't stand a chance when put next to Alison. His mind likened it to enjoying a well-aged wine versus some concoction fresh off the vine.

Brad felt the orgasm boiling up again inside him, his testicles sending out the warning as his cock became like unbreakable steel again. "I'm going to cum," he yelled.

"Yes baby," Alison whispered, not caring anymore whether he came inside her or not. The chances of getting pregnant were slim for her, but she didn't care either way. He exploded again, and she smiled at the feeling of his hot cum. Alison grinded and clenched on his cock, every muscle in her pussy straining for purchase on his shaft and desperate not to loose the moment. His head was an undeniable presence inside her as she slowed down her rhythm, feeling it rubbing deep within her interior.

"Yes," she sighed as she dismounted, smiling to herself as she lay on top of him, his semi-erect length still hard against her smooth flesh.

"Just like that?" he asked.

"Just like that," she purred, kissing him softly. "But there's so many other ways too."

"Well," Brad said thoughtfully, "Maybe you can tutor me again tomorrow night?"

"And the night after that?"

"Don't worry about that," Brad said as he caressed her ass, "I have a lot of initiative."

"An eagerness to learn?"

"Yes." He laughed.

"I guess I should get your letter of recommendation..."

"No rush, Alison, no rush."

Alison smiled. For the first time in a long time, she felt something with in her that she had forgotten. She wasn't sure what had triggered it. Maybe it was the soreness in her crotch, or the euphoria that made the soreness all worthwhile. Maybe it was the feeling of having such a hard, young body pressed against her, to be the object of a young man's affection. She thought maybe it might be all of those things and more. But in the end, it all led to the inescapable conclusion that she felt truly and honestly young again.




The Teacher



And there was nothing she could think of better than that.



The Teacher



Story written for an internet friend inspired by her picture.

He walks into the classroom without any expectations. This is the last class he needs before he can graduate. Somehow in the 4 years of school he has missed this one simple class. He was wishing that he had this time to do other things, but realizes this is for the best and figures he will breeze through this. He started school when he was 25 and now at the age of 29 is the oldest person in this class. 

He looks around and the different people in it and thinks to himself the things he could teach a few of these people. He wonders about the professor for this class not wanting a hardcore on that will put the screw to everyone, but hopefully one that is a little more laid back and in touch with the times. He is waiting patiently when he sees her walk in. She must be a little older than the other people in the class; he would guess about 24 to 25. She is wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans. Her short hair grabs his attention to her and the glasses she is wearing give her the look that says, "You can't handle me". 

He is wondering where she will sit as he looks around at the empty desks. A few are by him and maybe she will grace him by taking a desk by him. To his amazement she moves to the front of the class and puts the armful of books on the desk in front. He watches her move as she moves to the board and writes her name on it. He will never forget that name again. Paula McDonald. She moved like an angel and looked like a goddess. She must know what the short hair and fuck me glasses do to men. He smiles and knows this is one class he will not miss, but knows his thoughts will not be on his work. They will be drifting off to a place where he and Paula get to know each other better.

A week or so passes and every class his mind wanders off to that place with Paula. It's amazing that she hasn't noticed this by now. Sitting there with a blank look on his face as she is going over what is required of them. His thoughts cause him to get aroused and everyday he has to leave class with his books in front of him to hide his arousal. 

After another week of this, she has noticed and wants to see him after class. She starts to discuss what she has seen him doing, his blank stares and lack of participation. She is concerned about his grades not being up to his potential. With this statement she slides her glasses to the end of her nose, tipping her head down, stares him straight in the eyes, looking above the frames of the glasses. 

This does it to him. 

He can feel himself melting into the chair as she looks at him. Her beautiful brown eyes staring into the depths of him seeing all his thoughts and fantasies. He breaks eye contact with her but his eyes fall to her chest. He notices the way she is sitting, her shirt is falling open in the front revealing her colorful sexy bra underneath. His mind races off in a fantasy where he reaches out and slowly unbuttons the rest of her shirt letting it fall to the ground. She moves around the desk to stand in front of him, he wonderful full breasts being held back by that sexy bra. 

He wants so much to reach up and feel them but as restraint comes across his mind, her hands take his and lead them to her breasts. She reaches behind her and unclasp the bra, holding it in place by putting a hand over each breast smiling at him, somewhat teasing. He loses his thoughts as she says something to him, making mention that he has done it again. He seems to be drifting off for no reason and his attention span seems very short. 

He looks up and sees that she is still on the other side of the desk and her shirt is still on. He cannot believe this woman is having this effect on him. Whatever he does, his thoughts go back to her and how wonderfully sexy she is. 

Day and night Paula is on his mind. 

He sleeps Paula, drinks Paula, walks Paula, and always dreams Paula. 

This woman has taken control of his life and everything he does. Somehow he must find a way to get her out of his mind, or find another way to deal with his infatuation. The next day at class he is determined to pay attention and keep his mind off of Paula and on his studies. His plan goes out the window when she walks into the classroom. In she walks, short hair done up sexy, fuck me glasses on, and a wonderful sexy dress. As she walks in the room people start to get in their seats and he can swear she winked at him with a little smile. Immediately he knows he is in trouble. 

He can feel the familiar stirring within him, and he just has to give in. His mind wanders once again until he hears someone saying his name. When he snaps back into it, he sees that the rest of the class is gone and he is left there with just her. The door is shut and she is sitting behind her desk looking at him. As he gets up to leave she tells him to come up front and have a seat. She starts to talk to him once again about his inattention. He decides to come clean once she probes him enough to let her in on the secret. 

Nervously he starts from the beginning telling her about the impact she has on him. She moves and sits in the desk next to him listening to what he has to say. She tells him that talking about it might help him, by getting it in the open and not keeping it bottled up inside. He starts to go into details about his thoughts. As she is listening to him, she can start to imagine some of the same things he is. The thoughts he is sharing with her start to become her thoughts as well, drifting off into the world of fantasy. She brings herself back to reality and can feel the affect her slight wandering has given her. 

As he is talking Paula moves over to the door making sure it is locked. She looks through the window seeing if anyone is in the immediate area then pulls the shade down. She turns around and looks at him with those sexy eyes. 

He locks eyes with her then tells her he is going to drift off into another place if she continues to look at him like that. 

She tells him to go ahead and drift, but to tell her what is going on. She slowly starts to walk towards him, untying the strings holding the front of her dress closed. His eyes get wide as she approaches him and he catches himself staring at the chest. Her try to look elsewhere but at that instant the top of Paula's dress opens wide for him. He is now staring at her cleavage and can see her sexy bra underneath, a wonderful black sexy bra, with different color stitching making their way across the front. She stops walking and is standing only a couple of feet in front of him. 

Her breasts are at eye level to him as he remains seated. Paula asks if this is what he envisions as she slowly undoes the rest of the ties on the dress. He is watching with bewilderment as this beautiful sexy woman is making his dreams come true. He reaches out to her and places his hands on her breasts, still covered by her sexy bra. They feel better than he imagined as he caresses them firmly but gently. Paula's eyes close as her hands join his in their caressing. 

This is just what she has imagined as well. 

The way his hands feel on her, the way his breathing is, and the way her wetness feels against her. Her dreams are becoming a reality as well. He moves his hand up to her shoulders and slowly but deliberately pushes the dress off them. She lets it slide off her shoulder then down her body until it is lying at her feet on the floor. He stands from the desk letting his eyes soak in her sexiness. She is standing in front of him in her sexy black bra, with a pair of thongs that match the color stitching on the bra. A nice orange trimmed in pink. 

He approaches her, slowly puts his hands on her hips, lets them run up her side, to her back then pulls her close and gives her a deep kiss, holding her body close to his. Paula's arms wrap around him, feeling his excitement pressed against her. It's a wonderful sexy deep kiss, as she feels herself getting swept away in the moment. She can feel her excitement under her thongs, and hopes soon that he will discover her excitement.

His hands move to unclasp her bra, slowly removing it from her body, as she allows him to view her wonderful breasts. She smiles as she watches his eyes move over her body, happy that his eyes show his want for her. His hands move across her breasts caressing them, feeling her nipples harden underneath them. His mouth goes to her neck gently nibbling around it then slowly she can feel his tongue making its way down her chest. His warm mouth finds her hardening nipples and a moan escapes from within her mouth as she feels the warmth surround her nipple. 

Her hands move to his head running them across his short hair, pulling him to her. His hands slide down her stomach, across her waist, and start to caress her wonderful backside. His hands feel so good caressing her like they are, she doesn't want him to stop, but she wants all of him. If only time would stand still for this moment and everything that ran across her mind would happen in the now, she would be so very happy. 

She wants all he has to give her, and knows he wants all she has to give him. She has decided at this very moment she will give herself to him, and all that she has. His mouth moves back to her as once again they lock in a long seductive kiss. Her hands moving up and down his back as his continue to caress her. She can feel her wetness and begins to smell her scent. Her wonderful scent that defines her excitement. She is ready to be taken to that next level, and he senses it but refuses to rush things. He wants his dreams and desire to be fulfilled and knows that there is no time like the present and wants the present to last. 

Her hands move under his shirt and she gets her first feel of him. She can feel his muscles and lets out another moan under their kiss. She tries to lift his shirt up and over his head but as their kiss continues all she can do is stay where they are. When the kiss breaks she slides his shirt up once again and looks at his body. He is in wonderful shape and it shows. His muscles are well defined by not big and bulky. 

Just right she thinks to please a woman. 

Her hands run down his chest, over his stomach, feeling his muscles as she goes. Her fingers find the button on his jeans and with a tug, it its undone. Her fingers fumble for the zipper but only find more buttons. Finding this she just gives a tug, releasing the rest of the buttons allowing her to slide his jeans off his body. As he steps out of them she catches a glimpse of him beneath his silk boxers. She puts her arms around his waist pulling herself into him, once again kissing his lips as she feels his excitement so close to hers.

Their heated embrace last for minutes as their hands run across each other's skin. He can feel the warmth of her breasts as they are pressed into his chest, her excitement as her nipples poke into him. He slides his hands down her back and under the thong, lowering it slightly over her backside. 

With gentle hands he caresses her, and ever so slowly she can feel the thongs lowering on her body. He slides them over her hips then down her thighs, letting them join their jeans and dress in the pile. He stand back and looks at her admiring her body with his eyes, noticing that this wonderful angel is smooth everywhere, and he will want to feel the smoothness in due time. His mouth moves once again down her chest gently nibbling on her breast, his hands moving down her back as she feels himself bending down. She moves closer to the desk knowing what is in store for her and he follows her movements to keep in touch with her. 

His tongue moves over her stomach as her hands move to his head, helping guide him to where she needs him to be. He begins to smell her excitement, that wonderful smell that drives him crazy and causes him to enjoy the pleasuring that much more. Slowly she can feel his tongue move from her stomach down, stopping and rubbing circles just above her heat. She closes her eyes wanting what is coming next, not knowing if she will last to long. She decides not to worry about it and just live in the moment as she feels his tongue make its trip to her final destination. 

It runs the length of her wetness than back up again, stopping to gently kiss her growing excitement. Her body starts to move with the touch of his lips upon her. Her moans become more audible with each kiss he gives her. Once again slowly his tongue moves along her heat, stopping to run between her pouting lips, tasting her sweetness and feeling her warmth. She pushes his head into her, wanting him to take more of her for himself. He gets the message and with his hands on her backside pulls her into his mouth, then begins to feel her lips quivering on his as her first climax overwhelms her. He can feel her weight being transferred off her feet onto him as he repositions his hand in order to hold her up. 

As her climax subsides his tongue traces up her stomach, over her breasts, until hips lips meet once again with hers. A deep embrace follows, as he moves his has under her and picks her up. He moves her to the edge of the desk and slowly begins to lay her down, with one sweep of the arm clearing the desk of papers and other items. This gives her a slight start but excitement at the same time. She slides herself up more on the desk as she watches him climb up to join her. She can feel his hardness as he lowers himself onto her. 

Just like she imagined it would be like.

She can feel her excitement building once again as he begins to rub his hardness against her. Only separated by a thin layer of silk they start to move together. Her hips moving with his as she pulls him into her wanting to join him so they can become one. She reaches down and trying to remove his boxers from him, feeling the desire for him about to boil over. She can feel his weight shift as he climbs off her and stands on the floor. Her eyes watch him as he slowly removes his boxers. Her hands are feeling her body involuntarily as she watches him unveil himself for her. Her nipples are hardening with each reveal. She is wetter than she can remember being in quite a long time and knows once he enters her it will not take long for her to reach another climax. 

As he looks into her eyes he walk towards her and climbs back onto the desk. 

He lowers himself onto her as he watches her face. Her eyes close as she feels his hardness approaching her spot she wants it. He tells her to open her eyes. He wants to look into them as he enters her and joins with her as one. This excites her that much more and she moves her hips to him until she can feel him about to enter her. Slowly he moves, wanting this feeling to last. He moves into her a bit more as they look into each other's eyes. He can feel her wetness and warmth each time he provides her with more of himself. Her eyes start to close as her finally enters her fully. He holds himself there wanting to take in this moment forever. Her hands move to his back pulling him closer to her.

Their movements are together, two bodies flowing together into one entity. He can feel her body starting to tense up as another climax begins to build. Her once soft moans steadily growing louder with every movement of their bodies. He can feel her tighten around her as she begins to grow silent and her breathing starts to slow down. He looks at her face and can see the pleasure she has received from their joint unity. He slowly moves from on top of her, kissing her body as he moves. Her eyes open as he moves and she asks him what is wrong. 

He tells her that he needs her help elsewhere and would she mind him accompanying him there. She agrees as her body starts to recover from her climax. Within a few minutes they are in his car driving to his house. It is a modest house that needs some work done to it and that's obvious when she goes inside. The walls are in need of some paint and he escorts her to the back of the house. He leads her into the bedroom, which is spacious but very lightly furnished. There are paint cans along the wall with rollers ready to be used. She looks at him with this look of surprise. 

She thinks to herself that he better not be expecting her to paint. He approaches her and leads her to the bed laying her down. He slowly starts to remove her clothing from her as she feels her excitement once again building. As he removes her panties from her body his hands start to massage her feet, causing her eyes to close. He gently begins to suck on her big toe which until now she was unaware of the affect it had on her. 

Shivers are sent up and down her body as she feels his tongue moving around her toe. Her hand moves to her breasts once again feeling her hard nipples. As he is sucking on her toe her is removing his clothes to once again preparing to join her. This time there is a twist. Once his clothes are removed, he has her stand up next to the bed. 

He reaches under it and removes a bottle of something and proceeds to open it. He pours some of the liquid into his hand the proceeds to gently caress her body with this lotion. She realizes at this moment what it is. 

Body paint. 

He applies more to her body, both front and back then leads her to the wall. Grabbing her he lifts he up, her legs wrapping around his body. As her hands move around his neck she can feel his hardness begin to enter her. Her eyes close as she feel the wall behind her. He starts to move with her, holding her up as her body starts to put paint on the wall. She can feel him working his way down the wall as her excitement builds. He tosses more paint on the wall allowing her body to be the paintbrush, as he feels her tighten around him once again.

Her body starts to relax as they move back to the bed. He sits on it with her straddling him as they look at their creation on the wall. Erotic art at its best she says, as she begins to kiss him. She leans down on him forcing his back to the bed. Her breast pushed hard into him as she continues to kiss him and move her hips with a purpose. She breaks the kiss and tells him that she will not move until they are both finished this time. 

She has had enough of his teasing and wants to have everything he has to offer her. Her eyes keep moving back to the wall, admiring the work their bodies have created. They both feel her wetness as she slides up and down on his hardness. He is sucking and gently nibbling on each of her breasts as their heat is building up inside them. She can feel him start to throb inside her as another climax begins its wave over her body. His hardness feels her warmth surrounding him tightly and with a few final movements, he releases into her all his built up fantasies, flooding her and her desire. 

She feels him and move down on him as far as she can, just enjoying their climax together. She looks into her eyes and tell him that he gets an A. She looks at the wall and says to him, imagine how much faster it would get done if we invited some friends over.............. 



The Teacher



Most of her days were the same: all business, professional, lifeless and dull. But one day, things changed drastically for the better. She happened to meet Don Mateo, a teacher and writer of erotic literature in Michigan.

When she walked into his classroom she immediately lost her confident, assertive nature. He was busy talking with someone else so she was forced to wait her turn, stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye, pretending she was occupied with other thoughts. In reality she was mesmerized by him.

He was of average height but his demeanor and body structure demanded the respect of someone much larger. 

He spoke easily in the lower register of his voice as if every word he said was offered in a bedroom whisper promising pleasure to his listener.

Her eyes furtively stole glances at his obviously fit and hardened body. She found herself picturing him naked and glistening from a hot shower. It was at this moment that she was mortified to discover he had been calling her name as the room was now empty except for the two of them.

He crossed the room quickly to greet her, offereing his hand as an introduction. She reached out for him, taking his hand but wanting more. She was flustered and red from embarassment and stumbled to say her name audibly. They exchanged brief pleasantries but her hand lingered in his. It was strong and cool like a man's hand should be. As she forced herself to release his hand she imagined the many other parts of her body she would like his hands to explore.

He placed that hand on the small of her back and directed her toward a chair. Was it her imagination or did that hand slip just a little lower as they walked?

They turned to sit, her arm brushed his chest and she felt his strong, vigorous chest muscles. Instinctively, she placed a hand on his arm, as people sometimes do during pleasant conversation. His bicep was a solid rod of flesh extending from his shoulder. Her heart was beating so fast at his nearness she was afraid he would hear it!

Conversation had ceased; how long had they sat in silence? She turned to face him looking up into his welcoming, dreamy eyes. Her hand still rested on his arm.

Their eyes locked and suddenly without warning it was like a lightening bolt struck between them. There was no one else in the world but them.

He recognized her need, her longing and pulled her against him with his muscle bound arms. The force took her breath away. But he never broke eye contact with her.

His deep breathy voice murmured "what do you want?" she responded "you'.

His lips met hers in a fury, their bodies were so close it was as if they were one. She felt him swell against her hip. He felt thick and substantial beneath his jeans and she felt a whimper escape he lips as she imagined the sweet ache of him entering her.

While one hand held her close to him, their mouths still exploring each other, his other hand reached up under her skirt to remove the lacy strip of fabric she wore as panties.

She released from his lips long enough to tear his shirt from his body. Their passion had started a glistening of perspiration on his chest and accentuated the firmness of his body.

In one motion he reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs lifting her against his sturdy frame. He brought her to rest on a table. He stood between her naked thighs her skirt hiked up around her hips. He reached in and gently stroked a finger through her downy hair and discovered she was dripping wet for him.

Her hands kneaded at his rigid muscles and her lips found the nipples on his massive chest. She flicked her tongue against their hardness and tenderly nibbled away. Somehow she managed to release his maleness from the jeans that had imprisoned him. He was hard and pulsing with anticipation. He stepped into her, the tip of his cock tickling her pussy. She could hardly breathe, she knew at any time he could enter her with a diving thrust. He sensed her anticpation and continued to tease her with the thick tip of his cock barely separating the lips of her swollen pussy with each movement.

She was begging him to enter her; pleading with him to take her pain away. In on motion he plunged into her. A gasp escaped her lips as she threw her head back. his thrusts we hard and deep and he held on tight to her hips to keep her near him. Lights flashed in her head everytime the tip of his shaft slammed against her cervix. it wasn't long before her thighs clamped around him as her orgasm quivered throughout her body.

He held her up with one hand on the back of her head, one on her back. As she slowly came back to reality she looked down to find he was just now removing himself from her. He was still hard, throbbing and shiny with the traces of her pleasure. 

She sank to her knees in front of him, needing to repay him for the relief she had just received. With one hand on his ass and another on the flat of his chiseled abs, she tickled the rim of his glistening cock, tasting herself on him as she ran her tongue over his smooth surface. Tongue still moving, she sucked gently on him searching for a response. His manhood jumped and wiggled in anticipation.

She grasped him at the base and began to massage slowly. Her other hand lifted his sack and tenderly placed his balls against her lips. Her tongue explored the surface while her lips pulled and sucked gently until she had taken a single testicle into her mouth. He moaned at the feeling of her mouth's warmth and moistness surrounding him. She continued to pump with her hand and could feel him swelling even more beneath her grip. Not wanting to miss out on his moment, she placed her lips on the end of his shaft. Taking a deep breath she slowly engulfed him deep into her throat. She could feel his tip against the back of her throat and felt her own body beginning to respond again.

At first slowly and then with more purpose, she slid her mouth along the length of his cock: in and out, pressing her hands into his ass so she could take in even more of him. He grabbed her by the back of the head and adding his own final thrust, he exploded inside her.

He was weak in the knees and sat down. She looked up at him searching his eyes for an explanation of what had just happened. As reality returned and the realization hit that someone could walk in on them, they got dressed and she left without a word, looking forward to her next visit.... 



The Teacher



After dating the accountant for about 6 weeks she began to talk about moving in together, marriage and kids. Having just come out of an 18 year marriage I was not keen on this enthusiasm and so the relationship petered out.

It wasn't too long however before I got bored being on my own and decided to start dating again.

My next girl friend was a school teacher who had been married but was now separated and had been for some five years during which time she had hardly dated at all but concentrated on brining up her son who was now 8 years old.

Cathy was 35, a little younger than me, but stood at just about 5 feet 1 inch tall, some 7 inches shorter than my 5 foot 8 inches. She had long dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders in natural curls that made it look almost permed. Though English her facial features looked almost Spanish, helped of course by her hair, though her skin was not tanned like someone from the Mediterranean. 

She was not slim but carried no extra weight and despite her shortness she was well proportioned with small breasts, nice hips and rounded, pert bottom.

Our first date was in a pub and I nearly blew things when I was so shy that I could barely look Cathy in the eye and it was a struggle to kiss her good bye when the date ended.

I was surprised to get a second date a week later and we met in the same pub where she told me her son was stopping out for the night at his grandparents so I could go back to her house if I liked for a coffee.

I agreed and she drove us to a detached house on a quiet housing development.

The idea of coffee went out the window and we shared a bottle of wine instead. As time ticked on Cathy said I could stay the night if I liked and have the guest bedroom.

I thought this was a good idea as it saved me a trip home on the late night train. I was note prepared in that I didn't have an over-night bag but thought I could manage for one night.

I stripped down to my shorts and was soon in bed with the light out, listening to here if Cathy was also going to bed in the room next door. The wine had gone to my head a little more than I expected and I was struggling to stay awake. I was laid with my back to the door and started to drift in to sleep when I felt the duvet lift and Cathy climbing in to bed next to me.

I turned and we immediately began kissing. Her warm body was naked and I could feel her breasts on my chest as I pulled her close. As we continued to kiss I let my hands slip down Cathy's sides until they rested on her firm arse which I stroked. 

Suddenly Cathy put her palms on my chest I could feel her wriggling down my body as she push me on to my back. Her hands took hold of the top of my shorts and slid them down, freeing my erect penis which she immediately grabbed and slowly but firmly she forced back my foreskin to expose the throbbing head.

She took me in to her mouth and began to work her tongue slowly all over my knob. The sensation was fantastic and I had to pinch myself to remember this was only my second date with this woman.

As she licked around the top of my shaft she began to slowly move her hand up and down my cock, wanking me gently in to her mouth.

I felt almost guilty as my pleasure built as I could not reach any part of Cathy's body to reciprocate and just paid back and enjoyed waves of pleasure flowing from my groin.

My excitement was growing and Cathy must have noticed the small twitches my dick was now making and instead of stopping she began wanking me faster and harder, sucking me deeper in to her mouth as she did this.

I closed my eyes and grasped the bed sheet, trying to fight off the inevitable, but it was impossible and my body suddenly went rigid as my dick twitched one last time and hot spunk came out in spurts in to Cathy's mouth.

Cathy left the bed and I could do no more than lay there and soon fell in to a light sleep, sensing Cathy returning to the bed and snuggling up to me shortly after.

It was difficult for me to say how long I dosed for, but I awoke with a semi-erection as I need the toilet. I gently left the bed trying not to disturb Cathy. When I returned I got back under the duvet she started kissing my neck and I instinctively reached out and felt her breast, squeezing each before gently working her nipples in to stiff little pointers.

I was erect again by this time and rolled on to my back, easing Cathy on top of me so our groins me. She could feel my cock pressing her bell as I began to suck each breast in turn, flicking my tongue quickly across each nipple before closing my teeth and tugging gently.

Starting to emit little moans, Cathy felt down and guided my erection in to her vagina. I moved my own hand down to help her and could feel that she had no pubic hair, a fact I had not appreciated as we had both been under the duvet in the dark and I had not had the opportunity to nuzzle her cunt yet.

With cock in now Cathy began to slowly ride up and down on my shaft, her pussy feeling quite tight. She transferred her weight a little further back as her rhythm began to increase and was soon bouncing up and down quite happily, the duvet having been discarded from the bed.

At first I lay as still as possible and left the work to Cathy, but as her rhythm increased I couldn't help but start to push myself upwards from the bed to meet her downwards thrusts. Up and down she went and in the darkness I could just make out the outline of her tits moving up and down in harmony with the rest of her body, though only slightly as a result of their modest size.

I focussed hard to stop myself coming and this paid off as before long I felt Cathy thrusting down harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps before she suddenly pushed herself on to my cock really hard but didn't ride back up it this time as her legs gripped tightly around my thighs and her orgasm came.

After a few seconds I could feel her relax and she suggested we change positions. She slowly raised herself up and lifted herself off my cock.

I began to move but let out a gasp of pain as something in my lower back pulled.

Cathy asked me what was wrong and I explained it was just old age. She immediately suggested I might benefit from a little massage and reached over to her bedside dresser. She opened the top drawer and rummaged in the dark for a little while then closed the drawer again.

She then told me to lay on my front and she poured some oil on to my lower back from a small bottle she had taken from the dresser.

Carefully and gently she began to rub my back and the sensation quickly eased my discomfort and relaxed me. I sank in to the mattress and she worked away, a little firmer now, making me feel so damn good.

Not wanting to hog all the pleasure I told Cathy I would give her back a rub, wanting to show off a skill I had acquired with the accountant who really liked a massage as a pre-curser to sex.

Cathy agreed and rolled on to her stomach, handing me the small bottle.

I put a little oil on my hands and dribbled a little down the length of her spine then went to work gently kneading and massaging, working my way from Cathy's shoulders to her arse and back up again.

As I worked my way down again Cathy lifted her midriff from the bed and was stroking herself between the legs as I worked.

Early morning light was growing outside and though it was still quite dark in the bedroom I could start to make out a little more detail, the colour of flesh now more apparent than it was in the pitch blackness of the night.

I stopped the massage and watched as Cathy continued to stroke herself. As the light increased a little more I could just about make out her fingers penetrating her pussy.

She now lifted up a little higher, resting on one arm she rubbed herself harder and pushed her arse in the air. I had the perfect view of her masturbating.

As she continued rubbing she ask me for the oil. She stopped pleasuring herself for a second, kneeled upright, poured some oil on to her right hand then bent forward again leaning on her left arm with her face almost in the pillow and her arse again stuck high in the air.

Again her fingers came between her legs but this time didn't stop at her pussy but move on to her anus. She rubbed gently across the opening, allowing the oil on her fingers to moisten the little tight hole.

My erection was growing harder at this show and soon her ring and forefingers were disappearing up to the middle joints as they pushed in to her now lubricated arse hole.

Sticking her bottom higher in the air Cathy suddenly told me to stick my cock in her arse. I was shocked, having only ever tried anal sex once and not expecting this on a second date.

She removed her fingers which went to work on her pussy as I eased towards her so that the head of my penis just touched her anal passage opening.

I pulled back my foreskin and pushed, feeling some resistance as my knob began to disappear in to Cathy's arse. Just a little way in I paused, worried this might be uncomfortable for her. In answer she pushed herself backwards so her hole swallowed up three quarters of my shaft.

I then very gently pulled back and then gently thrust forward again, my movements measured and careful.

Cathy began to rub her bare pussy lips more frantically and as I pushed in to her she moved back harder on to my cock with each thrust.

I closed my eyes and stopped thrusting as I felt very close to shooting my load. I told Cathy I was about to come and she responded by speeding up her own movements so that she slid up and down on my hard cock which was gripped in her tight little arse.

It was impossible to resist the urge and as I she pushed back on to my prick harder than ever I couldn't stop myself exploding in to her. When the twitching stopped Cathy pulled forwards until my cock came out of her arse and she then laid on her back, legs open and rubbed herself hard until she reached orgasm a few minutes later.

We both slept soundly after that and I dreamt of what might happen on our third date.



The Teacher



Author's Note: This story was inspired by a fantasy that I've always thought of seeing. These characters are fictional. The Spanish translation is thanks to Free Translation, so I'm sorry if any of the words are wrong. Please do not copyright or print without my permission. Enjoy.

XOXO,

Maela

*

I turned eighteen two weeks ago and I was two months away from graduating. I walked into my first class and saw Ms. Espinoza writing on the board. After I sat at the desk nearest her desk, I observed her. I always came in extra early so that I could see her and have her for myself. We were mutual friends as we were student and teacher. She was looking so fine today that I licked my lips, wishing it was her lips I was licking instead of mine. I've had the hots for her ever since I entered in this high school two years ago. There was gossip around that she was a lesbian. She was my sophomore Spanish teacher and she was the most beautiful thing God has ever created. Now, as a senior, I was her Teacher Assistant, hoping to become closer to her before I graduated and never see her again. I wanted her and so I prepared myself, by watching lesbian porn, and learning how to lick pussy from them. I practiced with one of close friends Jessica, who's been with many girls before, and she had given me good rating.

Still unsure of my sexual orientation I only knew know that I wanted Ms. Espinoza, with her long black hair, full luscious lips, and her beautiful Spanish brown eyes. At 26, she had full 38C breasts, standing 5'4" to my 5'3", with long legs, and the perfect body, looking like a dancer. There's only been one boy who I had sex with, but that relationship was over and done with. He only made me realize that maybe I was more attracted to girls. Today she wore her black leather skirt that ended above her knee, a white dress shirt, and matching black stilettos. It was my favorite outfit. It made me picture a scene with her bending over the desk, as I came from behind her, to move her hair aside and kiss the back of her neck, as my hands smoothly glides down and caresses her perfect ass. I always notice her staring at me, as I bend over sometimes to retrieve things from my bag, or the ground. I hope she feels the same way that I feel towards her. I felt myself getting wet as she wiped her hands on her hips very near her ass, and I moved around uncomfortably. 

That was when she turned around and said in her sexy Spanish accent, "Good morning Maela. I hope you don't mind, but today I have some papers for you to copy, and then you need to correct the students' spelling tests."

I smiled sweetly at her and then answered, "Yes Ms. E."

Her lips were painted a really red shade that made me want to pounce on her. She was so incredibly beautiful today. As I began correcting the spelling tests as the bell rang. The class period rolled on by and before I knew it, it was already time for Economics. I really hated to leave Ms. Espinoza's fine ass, but I had to go. As I stood up to leave, Ms. Espinoza asked me, "Maela, can you come back after your last class today? There is just so much that I need to do, and I would love it if you helped me out. Can you do that for me?"

Thrilled at the opportunity, I answered, "Yeah. Sure."

"Great. Well, I end at lunch today, and as I understand it, so do you right?"

"Yes. I have two unscheduled classes this year."

"Great. Meet me back here then. Thank you so much honey."

"No problem Ms. E."

I was so excited that I practically skipped to my next class. Yes. Today was going to be the day when I make a move. It was going to be perfect.

* * * * *

The day went by quickly and soon I found myself racing towards Ms. E's class at lunch time. When I got inside, she glanced up at me and smiled, nearly melting me on the spot.

She stood up and then said, "Okay. Can you grab those papers? I realized that it's our time off, so we should go to an environment that isn't so droll. We can go to my place. If that's okay with you."

"Yeah, it's fine." Perfect.

As we walked out to the hall, we passed by some teachers and principal. Every time they asked about what was going on, Ms. E, or Maria as I should call her, answers that I'm helping her run some errands and correcting papers. Then we headed to her place. 

When we both arrived in our separate cars, I parked outside, as she parked inside her garage. She let me enter through her garage into her beautiful big house. We set the things down in the living room and got to work. An hour passed by and I could feel my heart pounding harder. If I didn't do it now, I would never find the courage to. I got up and asked her, "Ms E, where's your restroom?"

"Down the hall, to the left, Honey."

"Okay. Thank you."

I scurried to the restroom to prepare myself. I applied extra lip gloss, and took off my shirt to reveal my white see through camisole and black bra. I took off my bra and thong, leaving them in her restroom as a little souvenir of our time together. I then folded my skirt higher that they barely reached my thighs, and left my black hair down. When I felt I was ready, I walked out of the restroom and back towards the living room. The drapes were closed and the lamps were on. I walked slowly until I stood in front of Ms E. She looked up and gasped as she saw my new attire.

"Maela, what happened to you? Why are your clothes like that?"

"Maria, I want you," I replied in a somewhat innocent yet naughty way.

"What?"

Then I leaned in to kiss her lips. They were everything I always dreamed of. It was perfect. My lips molded into hers, and our tongues danced around in other. While I stroked her tongue with mine, letting her know what I would soon be doing to her sweet and succulent pussy. As we kissed, I grabbed her hands and moved them to my tits, running them over my hard nipples, and moaning for her to continue.

She continued to rub at my nipples she raised my shirt over my head as I unbuttoned her white dress shirt and bra before I reached out and grabbed her breasts with my hands and rubbed them, pulling them, and making her crazy. She groaned in encouragement and I moved to straddle her lap. She then ran her other hand up to my bare ass, and when she felt it, she pulled back and said, "Me gusta Mamasita."

She then ran her finger in between my legs, making me moan in pleasure. I kissed her neck and moaned, "Ooooh.... I love it when you speak Spanish Maria."

She unzipped my skirt as I unzipped hers and said, "¿Si? ¿Desea usted que mí atascar el dedos en el coño dulce y mojado?" Do you want me to stick my fingers in your sweet and wet pussy?

"Ooooh. Si! Mi Maesta. I feel so horny when you speak Spanish to me."

I felt her fingers slide into my cunt and begin to pump in and out, faster and slower, faster and slower as she said, "¿Si? Dígame que usted es el coño córneo que chupa a mujerzuela." Tell me that you're my horny pussy sucking slut.

"I'm your horny pussy sucking slut Maria. Fuck me faster. Faster."

"You like that don't you? You like my fingers fucking your sweet pussy don't you?"

"Yes! Oh Gawd, you make me feel so good..." I moved my body up and down on her fingers, feeling my orgasm coming.

I rode her fingers and rocked my body around her fingers faster.

"Ohhhh... Gawd!!! I'm gonna cuuuuuummmmmmmm!!!! Faster... Oh... Gawd!!!"

She reached up and pulled my hair back, exposing my neck. She bit my nipples as I rode out my orgasm on her fingers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I'm cuuuummmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!"

Finally I slumped back onto the couch, spent, and my breathing irregular. Then I felt her pull her fingers out of my pussy and lick them. After she licked them clean, she pushed my knees open and I felt her breathing on my cunt, just before she rammed her tongue into my pussy hole, licking it clean of my cum. I moaned as she began to fuck my hole with her tongue.

"Ohhhhh... That feels so goooood... God, don't stop!!! Oooooh..."

She moaned against my pussy, making me groan, as the vibration spread amongst pussy. I grabbed them, pulling and twisting them, groaning in pleasure.

"You nasty cunt licker..." I dirty talked to her. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she replied.

"Keep licking my pussy... Oh Gawd that feels sooooooooooo gooooooooooood. Yes... lick it whore. You're just a pussy licking whore aren't you?" I moaned.

"Mmmmmmmmmm... You like this?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.... Yes... Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!"

I cried out, as my second orgasm took over. Finally, Maria moved her body up to lay over mine and French-kissed me; thrusting her tongue into my mouth, letting me taste my own juices.

To be continued...  



The Teacher



You cannot help who you fall for, whatever their skin color may be. As long as you love them, and they love you. That's what life is, or should be about... 

University of Chicago, 4:03PM, Modern History Class

"Shit, shit, shit!" I exclaimed, running through the corridors of the University's History and Social Studies floor attempting my best not to be late for my first class of the semester. I was late, and I was going to regret it. I was most likely going to be scolded like a child, by the History teacher. I didn't know who she was, but on my schedule for the day her name was simply Miss Hayes. I expected, a stubborn old hag who was divorced more than once, and looking to make other people's lives misery.

I was almost tripping over my Timberland Boots, my laces were undone. In my arms, I held a file of my class papers, notepads. I finally found the door of the classroom, 4B. On the door, was a small sign stuck on with a blue tack. It read 'Ms Hayes, Modern History.'

"Son of a bitch," I muttered to myself, hearing talk inside the room. I knew the class had already started, I was now late for sure.

Full of shame, humiliation and fear I knocked on the heavy oak door, there was a hush of silence inside the room before a woman called out, "Come in." 

I had the distinct feeling, that this female voice did not belong to an old white crone of a woman.

I took a deep breath, pushing down my guilt to the pit of my stomach. I clutched at the door knob, turned and pushed. I closed my eyes shamefully, walking through the doorway into the classroom and opened my eyes.

I was shocked, and pretty much stumped. 

The classroom was mid-sized, quite large but most of its space was filled with study chairs with attached tables for writing. My eyes first began to look at the other students watching me suspiciously, then I turned my eyes on the large oak desk where the teacher sat.

Holy mother of god! I could not believe it, there did not sit a white crone of a woman with grey hair and stick thin. There sat a voluptuous, but not fat, ebony woman. She looked to be in her early thirties, or even late thirties.

Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore black rimmed spectacles. She must have been very voluptuous beneath the desk; because she had a massive bust. I was looking literally down her open pink blouse, they were fucking huge melons. They must have been 38FF in cup size. Below I could just make out a loose, floral long skirt. She had long golden hoop earrings, through her ears that swung and jingled at a slight movement.

'Oh hell, that ain't an old white crone. That's a fucking beautiful black mamma,' I thought to myself.

"Can I help, sir?" She asked me, pushing her spectacles back up the bridge of her nose. She had a thick Chicago accent.

"Em aye, I mean yes. I am James Anderson, I'm late I'm afraid," I stuttered in my strong Scottish accent, I forgot to mention I am from Britain, Scotland but chose to study in the States, thanks to strong opinions from my family living in America. 

I saw a few girls, in the class. Young blonde girls, and a few raven haired ones giggle at my accent and whisper among themselves.

I felt so stupid, and humiliated. Why couldn't I tone down my accent, and let it out gradually in class over time. I dropped my head and let it hang.

"Well you are late Mr Anderson, but that can't be helped. Take a seat, James." Ms Hayes said, in her strong Chicago accent.

I began the shameful walk to my desk, that was near to the back in the corner of the room near a window with fencing on its outside. As I walked towards it, I heard Ms Hayes speak, "And your accent is very nice James, I like hearing the Scottish accent." When I turned to look at her she had her head down reading from a book.

I sat down at my desk, and opened my file taking out papers and pens. Still some of the girls in front of me, were looking over their shoulders watching me. I sighed, embarrassed.

"Ladies, leave James alone and read page 12. James same for you, we are starting on page 12 on Modern Western History," Ms Hayes said, still with her head down.

I nodded, mainly to myself as I pulled out the reference study book from my bag that I bought before the semester began. I opened it up, and began to read the page she told us to read.

The next hour, was Ms Hayes simply talking about what we read and some of us had questions for her; but not me. Yet she had her eyes on me, expecting me to speak. She seemed disappointed when I never spoke.

Finally the lesson was over, and Ms Hayes called an end to the lesson. The girls in front of me, seemed to be lurking waiting for me to leave the classroom to speak to me. Waiting to hear my accent, but Ms Hayes saved me and told them to go to lunch. Miserable, they left defeated. I was about to do the same when she coughed, to get my attention. 

"Mr Anderson, could you stay back for a few minutes." she asked.

I nodded, quite feebly not wanting to speak.

"Take a seat," she said to me, not lifting her gaze from the book.

I sat down at her desk, in an empty chair. She didn't immediately lift her eyes from the book to look at me, until she wrote something down and looked up at me. Her beautiful ebony skin shone in the room, and her eyes were alluring.

"Its about today, you were late. That cannot happen again, if it does you will have to stay behind to go over what you missed. That forces me to stay longer than I must, and I end up getting a later train home from here." She said with a sigh. 

"James, tomorrow be on time please alright. I want us to get on, as a teacher and student should." She said.

I nodded, and then Ms Hayes did the unexpected; she placed her hand on my own.

"James, don't be afraid to speak. Your accent is amazing, the girls were giddy in here because its new to them, as it is to me. Don't be afraid to talk, I love to hear your accent," she smiled.

I nodded, and to give her a treat I spoke. "Thank you, Ms Hayes." I said in my strong accent.

I watched her shiver and I thought 'what the hell was going on?'

"Well, I will see you tomorrow James. I better get home, need to get the next train," she said standing up from her chair, keeping her hand on my own for longer than needed.

"Well... thank you for the lesson Ms. Hayes, I'm enjoying the class with you," I said with a smile.

She smiled back, and even bit her lip I swore I saw her.

"Well I enjoyed teaching you James, how about tomorrow you talk more in class." she said with a grin.

I smiled, and the lock-in of our eyes lasted a few moments before I pulled away and left the room. I felt something there, between us. It was the stare, it was her hand, it was her beauty. 

God, I needed a drink. I said making my way out of the University, to a bar to drink a few shots, and a few beers.

The Next Day, University of Chicago, 5:01PM, Modern History Class

Today I made the play, and I was wearing my jeans, and a black t-shirt. I sat in my chair at my desk, finishing another few pages of the reference book we were studying from. Today, was no different from yesterday. The young girls in the class giggled, and grinned at me every time I spoke. But it wasn't the young girls that acted like kids, it was who sat in front of me that caught my interest; it was Ms Hayes once more. She seemed to grin, and even fight off a smile every time I read a section of the book aloud in class. She was wearing the same loose long flower skirt, but instead of the pink blouse she was wearing a black large vest that gave her bust an even better pose. They were huge regardless, but they looked so good in her vest.

The same reading spectacles she wore yesterday, were back on and made her look so sultry. Eventually the hour was gone, and the class was clearing out. The blonde girl from yesterday who was giggling every time I spoke held back, with her friend with black hair. The blonde was named Christy, and the black haired girl was named Rachel. They stayed put in the room, waiting for me. Both were wearing daisy dukes, and tight tube tops. They both smiled seeing me packing up my things.

"Hey James, you coming to the University bar later on. You can tell us all about Scotland," Christy said, giggling with Rachel.

I sighed. "No thanks girls, I need to get home," I said with my belongings in my bag, I pushed past them towards Ms Hayes desk. They made disgusted groans and sounds, because I wasn't interested.

I then saw Ms Hayes reading a message on her phone, and she sighed. "Goddamn it." She groaned. 

I walked up to her desk and leaned against it looking down at her, as I stood at 5'10" in height so I towered over her.

"Whats up, something wrong?" I asked her.

She sighed and looked up at me wearing her black hair loose today. She looked up at me, her spectacles sliding down her nose slightly but she pushed them back up. "Its nothing, James. Don't worry yourself." She smiled, but it appeared forced. 

The classroom soon cleared out fully, and it was just us left.

"Ms Hayes, tell me," I said gently trying to coax her.

She sighed, and dropped her handbag on the desk. Running her hand through her hair, she moved it over her face.

"Alright, I've been checking all day long on my phone about the local subway. The train I need to take home, isn't running today. Work being done on the tracks, the reports are saying. That means it is going to take another hour or even two, to get home. I'm just trying to get through to my sister, maybe she can pick me up," she sighed again, looking at her phone.

"But my sister, has come back to me saying she's not even in the city today. So I'm getting a few buses home," she said with a deep disappointed sigh, dropping her phone into her handbag.

"God this is such a fucking bad day." She said as she was about to leave the classroom, I could see it in her movements and her hand clutching the handle of her handbag.

"Wait, Ms Hayes. I can take you home," I said simply, hoping she would be interested and ask more.

She looked at me, suspiciously. "Wait, James. What do you mean?" she asked me.

I looked at her, and then at the desk and then back up to her eyes and said, "I have a car, that's how I get to the University. I can take you home." 

"I'll drive you. Beats the next two or so hours on the bus right, and all the change overs you will have to do," I said. Simply, the idea was easy to grasp and I hoped she would grasp it.

"I don't know, you're a student James," she said uncertain, as she looked from my eyes to the door.

"Ms Hayes, I don't want you on late buses getting home in the night. I don't want you walking home, I want you to get home safe," I said appealing to her logic.

"Well, its better than taking the late bus home. I hate walking home through my neighborhood," she said with a sigh.

"Right, well come on then. I'm parked in the student parking lot," I said. 

She was slowly moving. She picked up her bag, and everything and we left the classroom making our way to the parking lot. She needed some coaxing, through the University canteen as she said her goodbyes to her colleagues and some students.

5:15PM, University of Chicago, Student Car Lot

We finally left the building, and we were walking across the teacher and staff parking lot, crossing into the student lot. Ms Hayes looked unsure about all of this, but she began to brighten up as we got to the car. 

"I'm sorry about that, I guess I worry what my colleagues would think you know. They wouldn't understand a simple, lift in your car. Well some would, others would start talking behind my back." She said with a stiff smile.

I smiled back. "Its alright, I don't care what they say about us," I said opening the car door for her. 

My car wasn't amazing. In fact it was a lousy piece of shit, an old Volvo two door with twenty years behind it.

"Wow, your car is really a heap," she laughed gently, poking innocently at my car.

I smiled.

"Sadly its the cheapest I could afford, that would run on its engine," I said with a grin, but my eyes quickly darted from her bust to her eyes. She was too busy, pulling herself inside the car into the passenger seat. As she did, I saw how big her backside was even in the flower skirt. She was so beautiful, I couldn't help but look at her. This was intoxicating being with her, alone with her so we could talk without other students prying into what we did.

I closed the door behind her gently, and made my way around the car to my own car door. I opened it and leaned inside, into the driver's seat. I got behind the wheel and closed my door. I turned and saw Ms. Hayes, her bust was less than a few meters away from me. The tops of her ebony breasts, jiggled and bounced as she pulled her seat-belt across her chest. Now this literally pushed her breasts apart and let them hang freely. I was staring at them openly with my hands on the wheel, and I looked up and Ms Hayes was looking at me with a grin.

"You sure your eyes ain't gonna pop out there? You gonna be able to handle seeing me like this in the car, without crashing the car?" she said looking at me, with a mock of a angry teacher catching her student checking her out. Well, I was doing that anyway, she was half realistic in the situation.

"Yeah, I should be able to drive without crashing," I grinned playfully, starting the engine.

The next few minutes as we pulled out of the University parking lot into the streets, were silent until we pulled onto a busy street waiting in traffic. She gently tapped her legs through her skirt, and looked over to me. I turned to face her, she smiled. 

"So tell me about yourself, James. How did you end up here in Chicago?" she inquired.

I was dumbstruck, I didn't expect her to speak to me; I thought she was hoping to quickly get home.

"Well, I have family living outside Chicago who immigrated from the UK. They talked me into coming over here to study, I mean there were good things about Chicago University. I made some inquiries, and the University had a scheme to allow me to come over and study. I took it, and well since getting here I've liked it." I smiled with my hands on the wheel.

She smiled back and said, "I love your accent, we don't get many students from the UK studying here. Most go to Harvard and Yale."

I smiled, and even let out a laugh.

"Not for me, fuck that shit. I grew up in a rough area of Glasgow, a city in Scotland. I'm definitely not interested in Universities like that, I just want a pass in my studies and get a job here," I said back, my smile seemed to brighten her mood as her smiles stayed solid. God she was so beautiful, it was mesmerizing.

"Good, I like having you in my class, James. You have a personality... its like many students around this city, they didn't grow up with the spoon up their ass. They are willing to work hard, even if all the education they can get is here," she laughed gently.

I grinned, and my eyes moved from her bust to her neck. She didn't notice, as the traffic slowly moved.

Oh fuck, I am going to get hard. Shit, think of something else. I thought to myself, tapping my wrists on the wheel imagining anything to make me go soft but nothing worked with her busy meters away from me.

I saw almost like in slow motion, as her eyes moved from the side window around to my side and they fell setting on my bulge. It was almost a fucking tent poking up in the air. Her eyes went wide, and she rolled them turning away back to her window. I took the chance, and pushed it down.

'Stay fucking down,' I shouted at myself, in my mind.

"So, you married Ms Hayes?" I asked, I tried to stop myself but the question was already out. 

She turned to me, and grinned her eyes staying away from my bulge. "James, that's inappropriate." she laughed playfully.

I grinned. "Hey, its just us here Ms Hayes. I won't tell," I said with a grin that said it all; we were alone, together and we could say things we couldn't in class.

She looked like she was mulling over her decision in her head, and turned back to me.

"I was married once, I was young. This was a few years ago, I thought I was in love. We had known each other for years since we were kids, but it was more about my parents. They wanted me to marry him, thinking he was a good enough man to take care of me. As usual though, they weren't aware of how he really was when we were alone, or after he put the ring on my finger. That's the sad truth... you don't ever see what the bastard is really like until the ring goes on the finger. Then they don't need to hide it anymore, its behind closed doors. He wasn't... a good husband, nor a good man," she said, her lips quivered and I guessed that it made her uncomfortable remembering her past with her ex-husband.

"I'm sorry to pry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry Ms Hayes," I said respectfully. She smiled, beaming and looked back at me.

"No, its good to share some of the crap. If I let it weigh my mind down, it does more damage and, James. Call me Carmen," she said with a beaming smile, and lustful eyes.

I nodded. "Carmen, I like that," I said referring to her name. It was sexy.

"Hm, and I like James too," she said grinning, but there was something different in her eyes. She was referring to more than just my name, I guessed or more hoped for.

"Then we're well put together today then," I smiled as the traffic laid off, and moved a few cars ahead and we moved with it.

"Yeah, guess we are huh James," she giggled. I couldn't believe it, the giggle was amazing. She sounded so sexy, so cute with her giggles.

I smiled, and she tried to contain her giggles.

A few moments passed, and she spoke,

"James, can I ask about your status?" she mused.

I nodded, and this was opening into more deep seated conversation. "Yeah, sure," I said smiling.

She nodded and spoke, almost choosing her words. "Are you single, or engaged or married?" She giggled, as if the question struck her laughter button.

I grinned. "Single sadly, been so for almost a year now. Since before I left the UK, to come here. It was more of a fling really, not my choice. She was unwilling to tell her family about me, I knew there was no future there when she did that so I ended it," I said sadly, it was upsetting for me to remember it.

Carmen looked quite shocked, and looked up at me as her loop earrings jingled with a few beads on them swinging.

"Then she was stupid, why would she not want them to know about you. You're a nice guy, great even. She was stupid to not tell them, if I were her I would have told them about you immediately," she giggled. "Proudly, too," she added still grinning and holding back her giggles.

I smiled and even looked deep into her eyes. "Wish you were her then, would have been a lot happier than I was with her." 

She grinned, and gently hit my arm, with her fist playfully. "Stop it, I'm too old to make a man like you happy." 

I then decided to play along, maybe see if she was still in her giddy form with me. "You're not old Carmen, far from it. You're beautiful even," I said slowly, pronouncing every word in a nice slow tone.

She looked me deep in my eyes, and looked like she was imagining something. "James... I." Before she could finish her sentence, the car behind us honked at us. In front of us there was three spaces in the traffic, we should have moved into. I drove forward into the front space, as the traffic collected again.

"Traffic, is bad today," I said now that Carmen had gone quiet.

She nodded.

"Yeah, with the trains off a lot of people must be driving home or getting cabs," she said slowly.

I nodded, as the traffic moved again and we were soon on the high-way that circled the city and made our way to the South Side of the city, where Carmen lived. As I drove, I could see from the corner of my eye that Carmen was watching me, checking me out, and her eyes did a few times drop to my lap. She must have thought I didn't notice her.




The Teacher



I hoped that I could imagine, what she was thinking of; my big hard cock in her hands as we sat in traffic stroking my member, and leaning in to suck my cock. I knew it was too much to hope for, it was unlikely that was what she was thinking. 

"So where do you live, Carmen?" I asked driving the car around side streets around a few nice houses.

"Follow this street up to to the intersection and its the the first right. I'm number 34," she said gently smiling once more.

I nodded and along the street, I stopped at the intersection and turned into the street on the right she indicated to me. 

We soon found number 34, on the street. It was a nice bungalow, one floor property with a nicely decorated garden lawn at its front. 

"Its a nice place you have, Carmen. You like to garden?" I asked her pulling the car up next to the curb.

She was beaming with a great big smile, shaking her head.

"Yeah I love it, my grandma taught me how to garden when I went to visit her outside the city. She had a lovely house, and garden. I want my house likes hers someday." She smiled, opening her passenger door. She stepped out slowly and closing the door, she leaned in through the open window to speak to me.

"Thank you, James. If it weren't for you, I'd still be waiting for the bus. I really appreciate this. James I really like you but... its alright, doesn't matter," she said smiling, she leaned in and touched my hand gently.

Before she could pull out of the car, I lean over towards her. "Carmen, I'm sorry if I was out of line with the comment I made," I said gently.

She smiled and even giggled.

"Why, apologize for the comment. You said I was beautiful, any woman who doesn't like a comment like that is just stupid. You really made me feel better James, honestly.," she said grinning.

I nodded with a smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, James. Have a good night Hun," she said touching my hand again and squeezing it, she walked onto the curb and began to walk through the gate of her front lawn.

I watched her large backside swing and sway under her skit, I smiled watching admiring her beauty. She got to her front door, and turned back to the car waving her hand gently. I waved back, and reversed in the street to face the intersection again and drove home thinking about her.

"God this is going to get harder and harder around her," I said driving home.



The Teacher



My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school.

I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee length black or grey pleated skirt. It was ok to wear a plain black sweater as well. Normally I'd have my black school trousers on with a pair of trainers and a baggy long sleeved white shirt, I'd have my long red hair tied in a ponytail which I'd shove down the back of my coat and very little make up. I never bothered with much in the way of lipstick and blusher, I don't mean to be boastful but I do believe I'm an attractive young woman. So that would be all, it rarely took more than ten minutes for me to get dressed, make myself look somewhat appealing, and be out of the door on a school day. Today was very different though.

It was in fact the last day of school, at 3pm that afternoon I would no longer be a pupil at Hamilton Community School, there was an option for us to actually stay on for another year after today, all the people that chose to do so would be put in a single class and get the best tutors for a few days a week, but I had no intention of doing so. I would be a free woman, and I'd craved for school to end for so long but not for the usual reasons. Sure I wanted to be free, I was 18 years old and itching to see the real world but there was another reason. The last day of school would be my first, and last, chance to finally confess my love to the person that had dominated my thoughts and fantasies for the last four years; my English teacher Miss Sullivan.

Being head over heels in love with Miss Charlene Sullivan presented two problems for me, firstly there's the fact that she's a woman and I didn't know for sure if she liked girls in that way, although I did, however, have a reason to think that she might be.

About a year ago I'd seen her in the parking lot behind the school with an attractive woman. I kept watching, or more accurately spying, on them and realised they were holding hands as they walked towards Charlene's car, then, just as she opened the car door they actually kissed each other on the lips! It didn't look like a particularly long or intimate kiss from where I had been standing but it did look to me like there was quite a bit of feeling there.

After the kiss ended Charlene and the mystery woman got into the car and drove away, my imagination was rife with sordid fantasies about what they got up to afterwards. Of course I could have read the situation entirely wrong, it might have been just a close friend or anything, time had jaded my memory and it was hard remembering exactly how intimate the kiss had been. That, however, was my one and only bit of encouragement I could take into today's attempt.

My second problem was that she is my English teacher, so even if she did like girls and I was able to seduce her nothing could come of it because it would be illegal, even though I was above the age of consent she would get into a lot of trouble and most likely lose her job.

However, after 3pm I would no longer be her pupil. I still had no idea if she would react badly or not but I had to try, if I didn't I'd hate myself forever. Every day at school I'd listened to her beautiful voice as she called out the class register in a morning (she's also my class' main form tutor.) During English classes I'd watch every movement she made, when she spoke to our class or read through whatever book we were studying at the time I'd dreamily let her voice travel through me and focus on her lips, every little curvature seemed to be intensely erotic to me, often the actual words escaped me and I rarely took notice of what she was actually saying.

What really made my heart flutter was her smile; it would light up even the darkest room, many nights I had laid in my bed imagining kissing her smiling lips and running my fingers through her short blonde hair. I wanted to taste her mouth and feel her warm tongue rub against mine, I yearned to run my tongue over her beautiful lips, would she keep smiling while I did it? Would she give out a contented sigh if I kissed my way up her neck and pulled her tightly against my body, our breasts pushing together and my knee rising up between her thighs...?

A knock on the bathroom door followed by a voice brought me crashing back to earth.

"Are you gonna be much longer in there? I want to use the shower when you've done!"

"I won't be long Becky," I shouted back through the door. "I'm just finishing my hair, should be about five minutes."

"Ok, I've put the kettle on!" Becky shouted back at me. "Call me when you're done."

Becky is my little sister, she's only 9 months younger than me but it's easy to tell that I'm the eldest, she's 5 feet and 3 inches tall and I'm closer to being 5 feet and 8 inches tall, so she's my little sister in every sense of the word. She would have to wait a little bit longer to use the bathroom though, I wanted to look as close to a supermodel as possible today, if I was to have any chance at all with Miss Sullivan I'd have to look at my very best, which was the main reason I was dressed in this new way.

As I mentioned before, Becky is my little sister, she wasn't at school today because her year group (the one below me) had broken up the day before, and so I'd been able to borrow some of her clothes. I ditched my normal baggy long sleeved white shirt in favour of Becky's short sleeved shirt. Of course it was smaller than my own shirt but not by a massive amount, Becky wore her clothes baggy as well. When I put it on and fastened it up the sleeves actually went right up to my shoulders with just a tiny bit of the material hanging over, it actually looked quite good. The shirt's length was the main issue; my breasts are slightly larger than Becky's, so it was pulled pretty tight. To help relieve the tightness I undid the top two buttons. As a result my cleavage was much more on show, I'd just about convinced myself wear the shirt like this but while I was checking it out in the mirror I realised how much my bra strap was standing out. It was like a thick ridge running across my back. I was about to discard the whole idea and put my usual shirt back on but something stopped me. This would be my only shot at this; it's difficult to convey just how much I needed this to work. I felt like my entire life hinged on this day, I was going to tell Charlene that I loved her and I needed her to see me as a grown woman, not as a silly school kid with a crush.

I had to make this extra effort, just this once, so I took the shirt off, discarded my bra, and then put the shirt back on. I undid a few buttons at the top and bottom so it looked a little more natural, the shirt parted at the bottom and showed off my navel, the hemline didn't even make it to the waistband of my skirt. Yes, today was the first time I'd actually wear a school skirt, and I'd be pushing the rules to the limit. My own, and still brand new, pleated skirt came down to my knees as the code of conduct demanded and that's what I was wearing. However, underneath the skirt I was also wearing Becky's skirt. I planned to wear the 'sensible' skirt to school and at some point during the day I'd sneakily take it off and put it in my school bag.

When I saw myself in Becky's little skirt I almost went straight to the drawer for some trousers but, once again, I knew it would only be this once and I had to look perfect. This one was different to mine; it was grey but didn't have any pleats so it was essentially a mini skirt. The hemline was about an inch or two below my buttocks and it clung tightly to my thighs, I have to admit though, it made me feel very sexy, I have pretty long legs and this skirt showed off almost every inch of them and every little movement I made caused it to ride up a little higher, I'd have to stay in my sensible skirt right up until the last minute, as soon as we were alone in the classroom I'd make the switch under the table.

I had some knee socks as well, I'd seen some girls at school wearing these kinds of socks with short skirts before and the effect they had on me was quite profound. A rumour went around that girls wearing those short skirts were given detentions for breaking the uniform code. I didn't allow myself to dwell on what other people would think about me though. If things went as planned the only person who would see me in this outfit would be Miss Sullivan herself.

Before getting dressed I'd gone in the shower and shaved my arms, legs and pubic hair. I didn't do it because I expected to be having sex with her, it was more to bolster my confidence and make me feel just a little more attractive. I brushed my hair down so it fell naturally around my shoulders and down my back. Finally, to finish the transformation I used some nice lipstick; it was liquid pink and made my lips look moist.

I looked at myself in the one more time mirror and took another deep breath, this was it. I was so nervous that I could see myself trembling in the mirror and a question kept ringing in my brain. What if she says no? What if she says no? What if...? I tried to ignore the incessant chanting in my head and pulled my jacket on and fastened it over my shirt (if my parents had seen the way my tits were out on show they wouldn't have let me leave!) I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom. I had just enough time to drink the hot coffee my sister had made for me, then, with my heart in my mouth and my stomach in a knot, I got up and said bye to everyone.

"Have a good day," Mum shouted after me as I opened the door.

"I sure hope so," I whispered to myself as I grabbed my school bag and hung it on my shoulder.

What if...?

* * * * * * * * * * *

Every step I took on the way to school made me ever more nervous, it was quite windy outside and my hair was being blown all over the place, eventually I smoothed it down and tucked it into my jacket. The wind served as a constant reminder of why I never liked wearing skirts, the hemline of my sensible pleated skirt was being lifted and blown, it was like God was being pervy and using the wind to see up my skirt. I rounded the corner at the end of the street and suddenly became short of breath as my school came into view. It began to dawn on me that things were getting real, I was wearing the standard school uniform on top but underneath I was dressed like a whore. Could I really do this? Was it worth it? I slowed my pace and for the hundredth time that day I considered forgetting the whole thing.

"Amy? Hey Amy!"

I turned around and saw one of my friends approaching me. There are quite a few routes to get to the school but they all sort of converge on a single street, like many different streams flowing into the same river.

"Wait up!" she called. It was Kylie, we'd been friends since the first day of school, we always say next to each other when we were in the same lessons and we were often chastised by many teachers for messing around and giggling in the back of the class. You could say we were just the stereotypical schoolgirls. I forced a smile as I waited for her; it actually made me feel a little better knowing that I wouldn't have to walk there on my own. So my mind was finally made up, for now at least, I'd just go with the flow and see what happens.

"I wasn't sure it was you at first," Kylie said as she drew level with me. "Don't think I've ever seen you in a skirt before."

"I know, but my normal trousers weren't ready so I just threw this on," I lied. I couldn't tell her the truth of course.

We linked arms and chatted as we walked to school for the last time, I can't have been very good company because my mind was dead set on the day ahead and what might happen. I'd see Miss Sullivan in the morning for registration and again at 2pm for our final 'round up' with her. It was meant to be a sort of last minute advice session or something. Then, at 3pm, the final bell would go and we'd leave for the last time, that's when I would make my move on her.

We arrived in the classroom just before 9am and took our seats near the middle of the class, there were 3 rows of 5 tables and, looking forward from the teacher's big desk, we were on the right hand side and three tables up, I sat on the outside of the table and Kylie sat on the side closest to the wall. The reason I'd chosen this position was so I'd get an unobstructed view of the teacher and, more importantly, from her position she could see above and below the table, this meant she'd easily see my legs and my shirt without having to move. I knew this because a few days ago I'd sat in her chair and looked around to see where I'd best be able to show off my cleavage and my legs at the same time. I'd put a lot of thought into this whole set up, I just hoped it would be enough. As I sat down I pulled the hem of my skirt up and stretched my legs out under the table. That's when the door opened and Miss Charlene Sullivan breezed into the room.

She's around 5 feet and 11 inches tall although I guess about 3 inches of her height was down to her shoes which had pretty thick soles and heels. She was wearing a beautiful silky red shirt which showed off a bit of her chest but, of course, it wasn't showing any of her cleavage. Her breasts seemed quite small in that shirt but, as I'd never seen them in the flesh, I couldn't be totally sure on that. She also wore a long black skirt with a hemline that danced around her ankles as she walked; at first I was quite disappointed as I'd hoped to see her legs.

She has the most beautiful legs I've ever seen, I'd once seen her in a short gym skirt and I'd almost cum in my panties, I'd watched every move she'd made that day, every gust of wind or movement that even slightly raised the hemline was like a personal gift from God to me and it had made my pussy weep. It looked like today she'd gone conservative but then as she turned to face the class I saw that the skirt had quite a long slit up the right hand side, I got a brief flash of her exquisite thigh and my pussy immediately responded, please God let this be the day when everything goes right. I repeated the sordid prayer several times in my head as I watched her read out the names of each pupil, when it got to my name she turned to me and smiled that epic smile I loved so much.

"Amy Cotter," Miss Sullivan called just as she turned to me with that smile.

"Here," I responded. As I looked at her I noticed her eyes ever-so slightly look down, I was certain she'd looked at my legs! Just knowing that she'd seen me was enough to make my head spin again. Almost immediately after she'd read the last name on her list the bell went and everyone stood up and made their way out of the room.

I felt the hem of my skirt fall back around my knees as I slowly stood and made my way out, I glanced in her direction and almost drowned my panties. She was sat with her legs crossed and the slit on the skirt had fallen away to the sides of her legs, so I could see her bare legs right up to the tops of her thighs. Her head was turned away so I lingered there for a moment, enjoying the sight of her bare skin. It seemed that no one else had noticed because they were all heading straight for the door without a second glance. Oh how I yearned, ached, to reach out and feel her silky skin, to run my hand over her knee first, then stroke my way up and over her thigh before reaching between her legs and under what remained of her skirt. I never want to move from here, I wanted to stay and look at her, please just let this moment pass a little bit slower. Eventually she turned towards me; she saw me standing there and smiled at me.

"You look nice today Amy, I don't think I've ever seen you in a skirt," she said looking down at the hemline of my skirt.

"Oh, ummm, thank you, Miss," I replied with a goofy smile. "I guess I just felt like a change today, as it's the last day."

"Oh, I see," she said. "Well, if I had a figure and a pair of legs like you I'd want to show them off too." I must have gone bright red; I desperately wanted to tell her how good her legs were and how beautiful she was but the words wouldn't come.

"You'd better get off," (no shit) "Or you'll miss your lesson," she said. I nodded and smiled at her then I almost ran out the door! Oh my God she noticed me and she thinks my figure and legs are nice!

With this little confidence boost in the bag I hurried after Kylie.

"See you all later," Miss Sullivan called after us.

'What if...?'

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

The rest of the day passed in a sort of blurry dream, I couldn't focus on anything and I certainly couldn't confide in anyone. Kylie knew I was into girls but I think she thought it was some kind of teen phase, I knew better. I still liked guys but the thought of a man putting himself inside me was a real turn off, whenever I saw a porn movie or even when I heard people describing it to me it always seemed to be a little too invasive, most of my fantasies were centred around you-know-who.

At lunchtime I'd sat in the large dining room with Kylie as usual, it was a pretty big room full of noise, tables and heat from the kitchen. I wasn't eating anything, the sheer thought of swallowing something made me feel nauseous. It was like I was waiting for a massive examination or a hugely important job interview, all I could think about was how things were going to pan out and how I'd even begin to cope. It was this train of thought that got me thinking about the best case scenario, what if it all went well? What if, after the bell rang and the classroom was empty, I'd stand up with my tiny skirt and my newly discovered cleavage and stride towards her. She would open her mouth to speak and that's when I'd strike.

The second her lips parted I could push my tongue in between them; I'd taste the inside of her mouth, drawing her own tongue into my mouth so I could close my lips around it, sucking it. (I'd seen it a porn movie a few days ago and it had appealed to me very much.) Then maybe I'd tear open her shirt and slip my hand inside her bra, cupping her breast as I continue my assault on her beautiful lips. By now she'd be totally up for it, (not likely but fuck it, it was my fantasy after all.) She could reach around my waist and pull my little sister's skirt up before sliding her hands down the back of my underwear to cup my buttocks. Then, she'd take hold of the waistband of my panties and roughly pull them apart, tearing the soaking wet garment away from my damp skin, now she could pull me closer and guide my head down towards her breasts. I'd kiss all around her pert pink nipple first, and then guide the tip of my tongue around it, making her shiver and squirm, then I'd give her what she wanted, my lips would part then close down, sucking the little pink bud into my warm mouth. While I ever so slowly tease her nipple with my tongue I'd take hold of her other breast and gently give it a squeeze lest it would feel left out as I continued to arouse its twin.  

Finally, her hand would glide over my clean shaven, and now fully exposed, pussy. Her fingers would lightly brush against my slit first, and then she'd gently stroke up and down, with each stroke she'd push a little harder and part my wet lips a little wider, and then, at long last, I'd feel Miss Sullivan's finger on my clitoris and.....oh fuck!!!

I snapped back to reality and the beautiful imagery dissolved into the noisy dining room, which seemed much hotter than before. I don't know how long I'd been lost in the fantasy but now I really could feel fingers on my pussy, unfortunately they were my own. Somehow, probably while my mouth was full of my teacher's tits, I'd allowed my hand to slip under the table and into the waistband of my skirt, my sister's skirt and finally my panties. The first thing to do was obvious, I quickly scanned around the room to see if anyone had noticed what I was doing, Kylie had her head turned away from me and was talking to some guy on the table next to ours. For a couple of seconds my head was on a swivel, I must've looked like some kind of nervous and horny owl! I was relieved to see nothing that indicated I'd been watched and breathed a sigh of relief. Now there were a couple of other things to do.




The Teacher



My hand was still down there and very wet, I slowly withdrew it while trying not to touch the now ultra-sensitive lips of my pussy. I grazed them with my fingernail and nearly squealed out loud; instead I just closed my thighs together and tensed up until the over-the-top reflex action gave way. My school bag was at my feet and if had a few clothes in there as well as my school books and pencil case. I'd brought a pair of my normal trousers, some spare panties and a sweater in case something happened and I needed to look respectable in a hurry, it also contained the pair of white knee socks I'd tried on that morning. I leant down and unzipped my bag and dried my hand on the sweater, I know it wasn't very 'lady like' but it was the best I could do. In recent masturbation sessions I'd actually started tasting myself, again it was something I'd seen on the internet where a girl is finger fucked by another girl and then she licks her partner's fingers afterwards. It seemed a bit 'icky' at the time but I was curious so I figured what the hell? It wasn't the taste that got me more turned on though; it was the thought of where the juice had come from. Anyway, as I couldn't exactly lick my hand clean here I did the next best thing and dried it off.

It was while I was leaning down that I noticed my breasts, I'd left a couple of buttons open because of how warm it was but now, after my little 'episode' my nipples were straining against the thin shirt and poking through, not only that but at some point during my fantasy I must have touched my breasts or pulled on my shirt because now they were almost spilling out of the top of my shirt! It was a lot more cleavage than I was comfortable showing in public, so I quickly tucked them back into the shirt and buttoned it up to the top while slightly wishing I'd worn that bra after all. Now all I needed to do was remove my wet underwear and put on the spare panties that were in my bag, I couldn't risk walking to the bathroom like this so it had to be done there and then.

I pulled the sweater out and slyly used the sleeve on my thighs, then, after a quick scan of my surroundings I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled, slightly raising my buttocks off the seat, I did it quickly and wrapped them up in the sweater after I'd used the other sleeve to wipe myself. I was doing really well, I put the sweater in my bag and started clawing around inside to retrieve my spares.

That's when the bell rang and everyone stood up.

Fuck.

"Are you coming Amy?" Kylie asked just as I was about to pull them out.

"Uh, yeah I'm coming," Despite my predicament I couldn't help smiling at the irony of that statement. Now that she was looking at me I couldn't pull them out and put them on so instead I shoved them back in and zipped up my bag. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down; I'd have to find a moment during the next hour to get changed anyway because after that it would be time for the final reckoning, so to speak.

That opportunity never came because the next class was in an open room with no tables so there was no way I could discreetly pull my replacement panties on. To make matters worse we were all sat in a semi-circle with me on the end so pretty much everyone could see me. I could hardly sit still; I felt like everyone knew I was naked beneath my skirt and I constantly smoothed my dress down and tightly crossed my legs. Even though I was terrified that someone might see up my skirt I couldn't help feeling slightly empowered in a strange way. I felt so sexy!

My knee length skirt was the regulation length and I wasn't the only girl wearing one but, somehow, I felt so different. My long red hair was settled around my face, I had cute lipstick on and my breasts and legs were much more on show than they had ever been before today. I wanted to explore this feeling a bit more but it would have to wait, it was hard enough trying not to think about Miss Sullivan in case I phased out and came all over the floor without also thinking about the new thrill of exhibitionism I'd suddenly felt. So I tried to focus on whatever the fuck the teacher was droning on about and watched the clock tick around until, at last, it got to 1.55pm and the bell rang. In five minutes I'd be sitting down in Miss Sullivan's classroom for the last time and, about an hour from now, I'd know whether all of this had been worth it.

Again those two little words that had been haunting me for the last few weeks entered my mind.

What If...?

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

As we made our way out of the classroom I told Kylie that I'd meet her in the next class because I needed to go to the ladies bathroom. I was stiff with tension but I'd come so far, I couldn't wimp out now. I put on my replacement panties, I'd considered leaving them off and flashing my crack from under the table at her but I decided that it would be too extreme. After all there was a fair chance that this could all come to nothing and I didn't want her to think I was a slut or something. No, this had to be subtle, I'd most likely give her an eyeful of my panties from time to time during the 'lesson,' whether I intended to or not considering the skirt I'd be wearing. I pulled on the knee socks until they were about an inch or so over my knees, the effect would be more profound when I'd swapped skirts because now only a tiny amount of flesh was visible between the top of the socks and the hem of the skirt. I pulled the waistband of my skirt up slightly so a tiny bit of thigh was on show, I did consider just swapping skirts and arriving in the classroom with Becky's skirt on but, again, I felt that would be too much too soon.

I checked out my reflection in the large bathroom mirror and made some final adjustments, stroked my hair back so it was nice and straight, it reached to about the middle of my shoulder blades when I straightened it like this. I arranged my fringe so it nicely framed my face, then I quickly touched up my lipstick (I'd brought a spare, of course) until my lips got to the same colour and moisture as this morning. There was only 2 minutes left for me to get up to the English block for the final lesson of the day, I looked at myself in the mirror once more.

"This is it," I told my reflection. I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, took a deep breath, then strode out of the bathroom and made my way to the classroom.

On the way there I'd seen one or two people with raised eyebrows as I briskly walked past, it was nice being checked out and I wondered why I'd been so conservative with my appearance in the past, again that confidence I'd discovered earlier surged through me and lasted right until I got to the door of the room. The last few people were entering the room and just as I stepped through the door and saw her standing at the front of my class I suddenly became that pathetic little girl with a crush on her teacher.

As I walked towards the specially designated table I'd picked earlier I noticed Miss Sullivan turn her gaze towards me, then away again, then she looked for a second time, I turned to her and weakly smiled. She looked at me and was clearly surprised, obviously she'd seen me this morning in my jacket and skirt but now my jacket was open and fully displaying the cleavage that was hidden earlier, also my skirt had gotten a little bit shorter from when I'd pulled up the waistband and, finally, I was now sporting a pair of white knee socks and, in turn, showing off a little bit of thigh.

Her eyebrows rose slightly and then she hit me with her smile, it felt like being shot in the chest when she smiled at me, I wondered if she approved of my new dress sense. Surely if she'd been disgusted by it she wouldn't have smiled so warmly, for the first time I had some real and genuine hope, she'd looked me up and down and smiled, that must have meant something! I spun around and sat at the table next to Kylie and watched Miss Sullivan walk to the front of the room and begin speaking, once again I paid more attention to the clock than anything else.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to take off the skirt and stuff it in my bag for about half an hour, it had been a pretty informal chatting session where we talked about what we'd do after school and what options were open to us. I'd been hoping that there would either be a quiet time where everyone was concentrating on something or that there would be some kind of other distraction and that chance finally came a few minutes later. There was a large TV in the corner and there was a short 10 minute film for us to watch, it was one of those boring educational things where some guy goes on about college and university and so on. It was quite a bright day so the lights were turned off and some of the curtains were closed, this would be as good a chance as any, the only problem would be Kylie, even with the lights off and the TV on she would easily see what I was doing.

That's when I got another piece of luck; we were friends with the two girls who were sitting at the table behind us and one of them, Carla, tapped Kylie on the back and they started talking to each other. I waited until she had her back to me then slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my sensible skirt; I had to do this quickly. I raised myself very slightly off my seat and gently tugged the waistband down, in one swift motion I guided it down my legs, over my knees and let it fall to my ankles. After a quick scan of the room to make sure I hadn't been seen I lowered myself back on to my seat, suddenly feeling the texture of the moulded plastic on my thighs, I leant down and took the skirt off the floor and shoved in in my bag. After I sat up straight I looked down at my legs and, oh my God, I'd forgotten just how short this thing was!

Because I was sat down the skirt had ridden up to the point where it barely covered my underwear, I adjusted it until it covered as much as possible but that meant lowering the waistband down to the point where it was right on my hips, just a little bit higher than my panties! Now, at least, the skirt was covering my rear but I could still feel the cold plastic chair on my upper thighs, I pulled the knee socks up as far as they would go but they only just reached a little bit higher that they were at to begin with. As I continued adjusting myself I noticed that the TV had fallen silent and Miss Sullivan was heading towards the light switch.

Now I'd passed the point of no return, there was no way I could put my other skirt back on in the time it took the lights to come on and certainly no chance to pull out the trousers or the sweater, so I just crossed my legs and budged my chair further beneath the table, when the teacher sat down at her desk she'd have a clear view of my new look, now that I was all in and fully committed I would try to stick as close to my plan/fantasy as possible. The lights flickered back to life and the first thing I noticed was the clock. 2.45pm.

Miss Sullivan muttered something about the video to the class and a few people laughed, most likely it was a reference to the boring cunt on the video we'd just watched. She moved towards her chair and asked the class if anyone had any questions or concerns about life after school. One or two hands went up and Miss Sullivan patiently answered the questions, at this point I was stretching my legs so far under the table I'd probably trip someone up but it seemed that this piece of planning would not go my way. 2.50pm.

Finally, she sat down and crossed her legs, unfortunately the parting in her skirt revealed nothing to me. They were all still talking but to be honest all I could hear was the sound of my own heart beating. It thumped inside my chest so hard that I began to worry it might push my tits out of my shirt, happily that didn't happen. What did happen was what I'd been waiting for, she briefly looked in my direction and I saw her eyes lower, my legs began tingling in a funny way as if they knew they were being looked at. She looked for a couple of seconds then turned away; there was no smile this time. 2.55pm.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. 2.58pm.

"Anyway, I wish you all the best of luck in the future whatever you decide to do with it, it's been a pleasure to see you all grow up, and an even bigger pleasure to see the back of you," said Miss Sullivan to a chorus of laughs from everyone in the class. Well, almost everyone, I had other things on my mind, and those same two words circled in my head like some kind of insect in my mind. 'What if?'

3.00. The bell rang.

From this moment onwards I was no longer a student at this school and Miss Sullivan was no longer my teacher. Now we were just two women, Amy Cotter and Charlene Sullivan. As people stood up and began saying their goodbyes to their classmates I pretended to be messing about with my bag, Kylie kissed me on my cheek and I told her I'd call her later. Maybe I'd have something very juicy to tell her about, or something very depressing. She left and said a quick goodbye to Miss....to Charlene and disappeared through the door followed by the girls who had been sat behind us earlier. The room was clearing quite slowly so I continued to pretend I was rummaging in my bag, I was hoping that no one else would stay for too long. After a few moments I peeked over the table and saw just two more former students making their way out. They shouted a final goodbye as the door swung shut. Now it was just me and Charlene.

"Everything ok there Amy," she asked.

"Yeah, fine, I just uh, thought I'd lost something," I lied. "But it's ok, I'm about sorted."

"I noticed that you were dressed a little differently today, if this had been a regular school day I'd have been obliged to give you a warning." She was smiling as she spoke so I knew she was just playing around. "Why the sudden change in attitude?"

"I don't know," I lied again. "It's a nice day and I was tired of always wearing the same outfit."

"Ah, I see."

If she thought that my other skirt was a little bit too revealing I wondered how she'd react when I got the courage to stand up. She had been sat on the edge of the table while we were talking but now she stood up and walked away from me towards her desk. This was it.

I got to my feet and smoothed the skirt down as best I could and walked unsteadily towards her, she still had her back to me.

"I'll miss you," I said rather more pathetically than intended.

"I'll miss you and everyone else too," she replied in her soft voice. She had begun to turn around towards me again. I stepped closer so that when she turned around I'd be about a foot away from her.

When she turned to face me I saw her flinch a bit, I'd obviously startled her.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," my voice was a shaky as the rest of me; I trembled as if the temperature had dropped several degrees.

"It's ok," Charlene replied. "I just didn't expect you to be there." I could see she was a bit bemused by my behaviour. It seemed to grow when she noticed what I was now wearing, when I'd made her jump she'd stepped back and now she had a good full frontal view of me. She opened her mouth to say something, in my fantasy I'd kissed her at this point but I just wasn't brave enough, instead I just put my arms around her waist and laid my head on her shoulder,

"I'll really miss you," I said softly. I was surprised and delighted when I felt her arms around me, even more so because her hands were touching my bare back between my skirt and shirt.

"Hey, it's ok sweetheart," her lips were so close to be that I felt her breath on my cheek. I was so close! "I didn't realise how short that skirt is," she said in a lighter tone. "I guess you really have grown in confidence."

"Yea, I guess that's it, but I wanted to look nice for the last day," I almost told her the truth, that I'd dresses this way in an attempt to look appealing to her, but I stopped myself.

"Well it suits you," she said. It's difficult to explain exactly what those words meant to me, I got a massive surge of confidence that went through me like a tidal wave. I'd dressed to impress and it had worked, she thought I looked good wearing such revealing clothes which must mean she thinks I have a nice body. That brief surge made my mind up, I knew what I had to do.

I loosened my grip around her waist and lifted my head up off her shoulder; I moved very slowly and didn't say a word. As I moved back I felt her hands fall away from me but she couldn't step back because of the desk behind her. As I moved my head away I purposely grazed my cheek against hers, very slowly I moved back, enjoying the feeling of her skin on mine until I got to the required position. I turned a little to the side so we were facing each other; we were so close that our noses were almost touching. I didn't dare to look into her eyes, instead I lowered my gaze to her lips, it was pretty difficult to be sure but for a moment I thought I saw her smile. My mind was screaming at me, 'do it Amy, do it now!'

I closed the gap between us so my nose rubbed against hers, her lips were so close to mine, and every part of my body was shaking. Please don't reject me, please don't. Our lips were literally millimetres away and finally, after all this time I'd do it. I moved forward just enough so my lips would brush against hers at first and then, with a little prayer I took a leap of faith and pressed them firmly against her, gently planting a sweet kiss on her beautiful lips. Now, at this point I'd give pretty much anything, I'd do anything just to feel her kiss me back.

I could've literally jumped for joy when I felt her lips respond to my touch. For what seemed like an eternity everything melted away, there was no classroom, no school, no silly uniforms and no sound, it was like the world had gone dark and fallen silent and the only thing in the world that had any substance was this one kiss. Our lips pressed together a little harder but even though from the outside it might look like an innocent peck on the lips, to me it was the single most sensual feeling I'd ever had.

I put my arms around her neck and gently ran my fingers through her hair, still our lips were locked together, it was like we were each waiting for the other person to move it forward, however, Charlene must have just realised what was happening and, more to the point, where it was happening so she moved her head back and broke the kiss.

"Amy I...we can't do this," she whispered. I could've crumbled to the floor with disappointment.

"P...please," was all I could say. I felt her hand on my cheek as she guided me away from her. I still didn't look right at her, this time it was pure embarrassment that stopped me from facing her directly. I could feel her eyes on me, like hot lasers focusing on my head.

I kept my eyes lowered, despite everything I was enjoying the way she gently held my cheek and stroked my hair, I wasn't sure what was going on at the moment and I didn't have a clue what might happen next, I just wanted to stay here but, eventually she took her hand away from my cheek and stopped stroking my hair.

Surprisingly I felt a bit of relief, I'd been thinking about this for so long, putting myself under this pressure and now it was over. How could I have been so blind, just because I'd seen her kiss a woman once I'd assumed that she just had to be a lesbian! And what was I thinking by wearing all this stuff? That if I flashed a bit of thigh she'd come running? I must be the most arrogant, childish....

"Amy?" She whispered, pulling me out of the self-loathing episode. "Amy, look at me."

I couldn't.

"It's ok," she said softly. She moved away the hair that hung over my face and tucked it behind my ears, then brought a finger to my chin and slowly tilted it upwards, we were still stood really close together so when we were face to face again we couldn't have been more than a few inches apart. My eyes were still lowered, avoiding her gaze, instead I looked at those beautiful lips that I had ever-so slightly tasted a moment ago




The Teacher



"I...I'm sorry," I whispered. "I just...just had to try, I love you and..."

"Amy, I'm your teacher," she said softly.

"No, no you're not. Not anymore."

"Well...no," she paused for a moment. "Is this why you're dressed so differently today?"

"Yeah," I admitted, still feeling incredibly foolish. "I thought that you might...like girls. I saw you once, kissing another woman, so I thought that if I looked nice you might...and now that I'm not a student anymore..." My voice trailed off, I was babbling and what was left of my dignity was bleeding away.

It was quiet for a moment, Charlene's left hand was resting on my shoulder while her other hand cupped my cheek. She was silent. I had said everything, it was all out. I guessed that she was either simply processing everything I'd said, or she was waiting for me to pull myself together and leave.

It was so quiet, I didn't want to move my head because she might stop touching my cheek, instead I just opened my eyes wider and looked up, I could only see her lips from this position which, as it turned out, was enough for me to get excited. She was smiling! Not a sympathetic 'oh dear what a shame' smile or an awkward 'how the fuck do I get rid of her' smile. It was a smile that gave me hope.

"Oh Amy, what am I going to do with you?" She continued. Still smiling, she turned her head in the direction of the classroom door then back to me, and then she put a finger under my chin and gently raised it until we were face to face again. I wondered what the hell was going on; nothing made much sense until...

"Listen, to me Amy." Charlene abandoned the soft tone and used her 'teacher' voice. It worked because I immediately looked up at her. "No matter what, you have to promise me, and I mean really promise me that you will never breathe a word of this to anyone."

('HOLY FUCK!!!')

"Amy?" She was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Miss," (shit!) "I mean, no, no I won't," I sounded ridiculous and felt like a pathetic schoolgirl with a silly crush. Just to be sure she'd got the message I shook my head from side to side.

"Good," said Charlene, more to herself than me. "That's good."

My chin still rested on her finger and I was looking up at her. She turned to look at the door a final time, and then turned back to face me. She paused for a moment and just stared at me, I met her gaze for a moment, then the hand that had been under my chin circled round to the back of my head and, with all the tenderness in the world, pulled me towards her, the space between us was quickly closed and, for the second time today, our lips met each other.

Even when my lips were closing in on Charlene's I half expected things to go wrong but, happily, it seemed like smooth sailing for now. Her lips lightly touched mine with just a tiny amount pressure at first, as if we were introducing them to each other, but then our kisses got a little harder. I suddenly felt deeply erotic, especially when I felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of my lips and then, with a deftness that almost made me cry out, she worked her way between my lips and, for the first time in my life, I felt a woman's tongue on mine.

Charlene was speeding things up now; her tongue danced around mine inside my mouth while she ran her fingers through my long hair. My inexperience began to show itself because I wasn't certain what to do with my hands, so I just copied what she was doing to me. Our kiss was becoming a little more passionate now; Charlene withdrew her tongue from my mouth and gently kissed her way down my chin before planting her wet lips on my neck. As soon as she did I made an involuntary noise.

"Mmmmm"

Charlene seemed to take encouragement from my vocalised approval and kissed me some more, instead of little light pecks she sucked and smooched her way over my soft skin, making her way back up my neck, she stopped off to gently pull my earlobe between her teeth before dragging her lips along my jawbone and final back to my mouth. It was the most erotic and sensual experience of my life up to that point, my beautiful, and former, teacher savouring my taste.

While we kissed, I felt Charlene's hand softly touch my breast through the thin shirt, it wasn't long before I felt my nipples pushing against the fabric, and no doubt she could feel them as the palm of her hand brushed over them, I actually flinched in surprise when she did. I'd never had another person touch me like this and I was unprepared for the bolt of pleasure that shot through me with each new sensation.

"Is it ok for me to touch you like this?" She asked.

"Yes, yes of course. I didn't mean to flinch, it's all just...new to me," the second I said those words I regretted it! I'd never felt quite as embarrassed and inexperienced as I had done then! I didn't have much time to dwell on it though.

"Good, don't worry," she said with a smile. She moved back a little and looked down at my shirt; my nipples were starting to ache as they pushed against it. She trailed a path with her finger down my throat and chest and down in-between my breast. My breathing became shallow again as Charlene undid the buttons of my shirt one by one until it fell apart. The relief from the constant straining was wonderful but nowhere near as pleasurable as feeling Charlene's warm hand take hold of my left breast.

I gasped quite loudly when she ever-so-gently squeezed my virgin breasts, so much so that she immediately covered my mouth with her own. She continued to caress me as our lips met again; I'd never been so turned on in my life, my hands ran through her beautiful blonde hair and down her back over the silky material of her shirt, I wanted to touch her in the same way she was touching me but I guessed there would be time for that later, for now I enjoyed being the very centre of this beautiful woman's attention.

Her hand left my breast and moved lower, down over my bare stomach and then to the waistband of my little skirt.

"Is it ok for me to touch you here?" Charlene asked as her forefinger slipped inside the waistband of my underwear.

"Yes," I said with the breath I had left in my lungs. "Touch me anywhere." I did realise how slutty that might have sounded to her but at this point I was too far gone to care. My body was literally pulsing with energy; the pleasure had built up inside me like water builds up against a dam. I was aching for it to be released and it seemed that Charlene knew exactly how to release it.

As soon as I'd given her the 'go-ahead' Charlene slipped her hand under the waistband of my skirt. I felt her fingers through the thin material of my increasingly damp panties. She delicately ran her finger around the material before finally slipping beneath and, at last, I felt her touching my pussy.

"MMMmmmm," my voice came without my consent. When I'd watched porn movies in the past I'd assumed the women were faking the vocals, I knew that women don't scream in that way at all but now I knew that, given the right motivation, my body would do whatever it liked, including making noises. I could see Charlene smiling as her finger ran up and down my wet slit, she seemed to love the response she was getting from me. She looked so beautiful, so very....

"OOOhhhhh," I squeezed my eyes closed as I felt Charlene's finger delicately slip inside me, she didn't force it, just dipped her finger inside me. My head lolled back and rested on her shoulder as Charlene expertly used her fingers to explore my centre, she stroked my wet slit up and down and back again.

Suddenly, Charlene's fingers were gone and she was hastily pulling my skirt back down to cover me up. Then I felt her rapidly buttoning up my school shirt.

"W..what's wrong? Did I do something?" My panic was clear in my voice.

"Shhh its ok Amy, stand up and sort your uniform out, have you still got the other skirt you was wearing earlier?" She asked. I could sense the panic in her voice too.

"Umm yea, in my bag," I said.

"Good, go and put it on quickly, it's almost 3.15 and there's meant to be people coming up to this room for a meeting!"

"Oh, shit," All at once I was relieved that I'd done nothing wrong, and scared shitless that we were going to be caught.

"Exactly," Charlene replied. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I rushed over to retrieve my bag from the table and pulled out the skirt but it was too late. There was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I shoved the skirt back in the bag and quickly sat down on the chair I'd been using earlier, when I felt the cold plastic on my upper thighs again I knew my skirt had ridden up too far but there was no time. My tits were practically out save for two buttons and my skirt was essentially just a thick belt for now. I tried to adjust myself in that split second as best I could; Charlene was already sorted out and beautiful again.

That's when two other teachers stepped into the room, one was an overweight man in his forties wearing a brown suit and the other teacher was a woman in her fifties in very thick glasses, a green jumper and a pair of brown trousers. Essentially, Mr and Mrs 'ugly-as-fuck' had interrupted the most sensual moment in my life.

"Oh, Miss Rutherford, I'm sorry I'd forgotten all about our chat, I was just having a one-on-one discussion with Amy here," Charlene had slipped back into teacher mode quickly.

"I'm sorry Miss Sullivan; I didn't mean to take up your time." I said in the cutest voice I could manage. I turned towards the two intruders, "would you like me to leave?"

"Oh, no honey that's ok," the woman said. "We can leave this until tomorrow, it's nothing vital." I suddenly felt very guilty for my original assessment of her. "We'll see you tomorrow, Charlene."

"Ok, that's fine," Charlene answered. "Amy and I will finish up here soon anyway but we can do the meeting tomorrow." As the two people turned around to leave, Charlene briefly glanced at me and gave me a little wink; I almost came in my panties!  

Charlene closed the door behind them and waited for a moment, and then she turned to me and burst out laughing!

"That was close," said Charlene between giggles. "Amy, we can't do this, not here but...if you like you could come home with me and..."

"Finish what we started?" I asked hopefully. It was a strange moment, we both knew what we were referring to, that we wanted to have sex, but neither of us seemed able to actually say it.

"Yea," she replied awkwardly. I wondered if it was starting to really sink in for her, that she was going to take home a girl who, only twenty minutes ago, was her legal pupil! It seemed like the more she thought about it, the more she was put off by the idea.

"Are you sure it's ok?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Yea...it is, I don't live to far away, do you want to come with me now? Or do you want to come later; it's only on Spearland Road (about a 20 minute walk from my house.) It's up to you because I assume you'll be expected back at home?" I really wanted to go with her but if I went home first I could get changed and freshen up, then tell my parents I was going to a friend's house.

"I guess I should go home first but..." I hesitated.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I'm just a little worried that you might...change your mind later," I admitted.

"Oh, don't be silly," she said with a warm smile. I wondered if she had thought the same thing of me. "Get your things together and I'll drop you off."

Charlene took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet; we shared a quick kiss then got ready to leave. I took off the mini skirt and put the longer one on then zipped up my bag and got my coat on. Charlene grabbed her bag and threw her coat on.  

"Let's go quickly, before the other teachers go to their cars," she said with an urgent tone.

We didn't say much during the walk through the school on the way to the car park; we walked briskly and didn't see anyone on the way. We quickly arrived and Charlene hurriedly unlocked the car and slid in, unlocking the passenger side door for me once inside. No sooner had I closed the door behind me and locked the seat belt in, we were moving out onto the street. I'd already told her where I lived and it was a short car journey.

We didn't talk about the coming night, or make any plans; much like in the classroom earlier we seemed to avoid saying anything too revealing.

"Drop me off here," I told her when we pulled on to my street. "I live a little further up but I don't think my parents should see us, I'm not ashamed of you but I don't want them ringing up school or anything."

"That's good thinking," she said as she brought the car to a halt. There was no-one around so I guessed most people were home by now. "Listen Amy, you've got my number, if you don't feel comfortable about anything give me a call."

"Yea...ok," I said. "If you change your mind or something..."

"Amy, I won't do that, besides nothing has to happen. We can just hang out and watch TV or something," Charlene said earnestly. I know that I did want something to happen but, strangely, knowing that there was still an option took a lot of pressure on me.

"Ok, ok then," I said. "So, I guess I'll see you later Miss... ('FUCK'!!)...I mean, Charlene." I couldn't believe I'd slipped up again but Charlene seemed to find it funny.

"Yea, see you then," she said.

Charlene quickly scanned the street and then leant towards me, still with that wonderful smile on her lips, she reached out to me and cupped my cheek in her hand and guided me towards her. Then, right there in the car, Charlene slipped her tongue between my lips and covered my mouth with her own. We smooched as our tongues danced with each other in my mouth and then in hers, then all too soon she began to slowly withdraw, her lips were on my tongue and as she moved back they dragged along it.

Charlene gave me one final peck on the lips and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I'll see you tonight then..."

The End (for now) 



The Teacher



"If you're any good on computers," Stew said, "you can take the bookkeeping over from Kathy. It'll get you out of clean up duty at the end of the night."

"Yes," I said. "I'm a whiz on computers." The irony in my tone wasn't lost on Stew, the manager at Stix Nightclub. He gave me a long knowing look, but decided not to pursue it, which suited me fine. I didn't need to air my problems. I was working in this meat market to get away from them.

This whole thing started with computers three months before, when I got the brilliant idea of checking what Joe was up to when his office door was closed. I'd guessed that he was checking out porn sites; and it didn't bother me, but I was itching to see how he took care of himself in my absence. I brought home a copy of Cyber-Detective from Computer City, plugged the word "sex" into the search field, and let her rip.

I didn't expect to find e-mails. Not like the ones I found anyway. My stomach felt sick. He was writing to Cowley - his ex-girlfriend - every day - flirting and telling her what he would do to her when he saw her next - forceful, demanding sex he had never burdened me with.

I ordered the program to go deeper, looking for any reference to her name, including 'Cow', which if it wasn't his nickname for her, it was certainly mine. It checked through deleted files as well as existing files. It checked the internet cache too. It came back after a few hours with month's worth of e-mails. I felt weak and worthless at what I saw. I was on the outside. They were conspiring. They were laughing at me. "She's home early today. What fun for me. He he." Fuck him. He always acted like he was glad to see me.

I printed every single one of them and threw them at him as he walked in the door. "Fuck you!"

His shock turned to outrage as he turned the blame on me. "You didn't give me what I needed," he shouted, the righteousness turning his face bright red. "I tried to tell you ..."

I was speechless. Tell me what? He never even attempted this stuff on me. Damn him, I said to myself over and over, staring him down and waiting for an apology or something. But his anger and conviction overcame my indignation. I saw hurt behind his rage, and I sunk as I recalled the times I'd chuckled whenever he came on to me all forceful and demanding. At the time, I honestly thought he was joking. I never thought he had it in him. We'd had good sex, but it was always married person sex. I would have loved the kind of sex he'd written to Cowley about. Of course I never told him! I wanted it without words. Isn't that the point?

I couldn't quite convince myself though. I looked at his eyes and I felt responsible. I knew I'd killed it. All it would have taken from me was a wink or a twinkle in my eyes. I never did it. With nothing left to say, I turned and left the room.

"What does your husband say about you working here?" Stew asked.

I shrugged. "Does it matter?"

Stew had a way of almost glaring. But it wasn't aggressive. It was more like he was trying to read my poker hand by looking into my eyes. "I don't want to spend two weeks getting you up to speed and then hear that hubby is missing you and wants you home," he said.

"He's not missing me," I said. For the past three months, Joe and I had minimal contact. I couldn't even look at him. A combination of guilt and anger had sent me into what the doctor called a situational depression. She said I should stop blaming myself. She gave me a book called "When your Man is a Liar."

Put into someone else's perspective, I started to see what a fool I'd been. I read stories about wives who blamed themselves for not giving the man what he needs. I rolled my eyes and shook my fist at them. Idiots. They'd swallowed the blame tactics thrust at them by the men who'd cheated on them. And in the process, they'd been stripped of their dignity. Just like me.

The author predicted my reaction. She said it was a necessary step towards "deciding whether to heal the marriage or walk away wholehearted". When I read those words, I must admit, my heart flipped. The idea that I was at a crossroads never occurred to me. I wasn't ready to face the end. The author concurred. "Until you've forgiven him, you're in the wrong state of mind to make any decision." 

I skimmed the next few chapters till I got to the chapter titled, "Forgiving". She said that I'd know when I'd reached the point of forgiveness because I'd feel a surge in energy. I wasn't at that point yet. I still felt dead inside, and napping was my only relief. I was sleeping 12 hours a day and still feeling exhausted.

"Get out of the house," she suggested. "Find the thing you're most afraid of. Consider it a challenge that you will overcome. Then beat it." 

"I have a new job," I told Joe. "A waitress at Stix Nightclub."

"Stix?" Joe said with his jaw hanging. "That's a . . ."

"I start next week, four weekday shifts from 7:00 P.M. till 2:00 A.M. I'll be going straight from the office to Stix." He wouldn't be seeing much of me.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Joe said. "Have you seen how they dress?"

I knew. This was my challenge. I knew I had a good body, but I was never comfortable showing it off. Stix had a dress code - short shorts, tight tops. Our tips depended on bending from the waist as low as we could go, and holding the pose. I didn't need the money - my day job paid well - but the tips would be welcome entries in my self-esteem account. 

"Dating the clientele is forbidden, but you need to be friendly, if you know what I mean" Stew said. "Shy will not cut it."

"Stew, honey," I said. "You won't have any worries on that score." I'd never called a stranger honey before. It was the new me and it felt good.

Stix was a pool bar. Although it wasn't a restaurant, meat was definitely on the menu. It was never stated, but Stew sent a clear message - we were there to bring in the guys and get their wheels rolling. Since we weren't allowed to date the clientele - cough cough - they looked elsewhere. The local women knew the game and picked up the spare parts.

In the beginning it was amusing to watch the men. Young men seriously don't have a clue with women. I was surprised more of them didn't get eaten alive by the piranha-women who cruised Stix. For some reason, it made me detest myself as a woman. I watched it for about a month, and there was one guy in particular who made me cringe. He was so nice, and they always led him on, taking every drink he offered, before dumping him at closing time. It was driving me nuts. 

After a few nights of this, I thought, "Fuck it, Sandy. You wanted change. Here it is." I walked up to him and asked his name. 

"Christopher," he said.

"First of all," I said, "it's not Christopher. It's Chris. Christopher has no impact. Sorry."

He gulped at the directness of my tone. I had a lot of work to do.

"Second. You're not trying to marry these women. You're trying to get laid. Don't be so damn nice."

"What the hell do you know about who I want to marry?" he said with the first sign of fire. 

Standing this close, I could see his eyes. They were a stunning dark blue, like a summer sky as it threatens to turn stormy. His chin squared up when he contradicted me, making him look strong. Man, I thought, this guy could be a winner. "Trust me," I said. "It won't affect your chances. You can be nice to her for the rest of their life - just not tonight."

He nodded a little too puppy-like for my taste.

"What about in bed?" he asked. "When we make love-"

"Stop!" I said. I had to force myself to not roll my eyes. I could just see him sitting there on the couch, both of them a coffee in hand, her wondering when he was going to make his move; him wondering when she'd finish her coffee so he could kiss her ever so gently without scalding himself. "Listen," I said. "You're not going to make love to her, you're going to fuck her, and it won't be in bed. It won't even be in the bedroom. And don't even think about a goodnight kiss at the door. In fact, if she even starts to say good night, before she's had a chance to finish the words, grab her arm, spin her around, force your body against hers until you've pinned her hard against the wall, and say right into her ear, 'There will be no goodnights, darlin', and there'll be no sleepin' tonight.'"

He nodded, but I knew I'd wasted five minutes of both of our lives. The next few nights, he was back in Stix buying drinks till closing time and leaving alone. I'd had enough. I walked up to him and said, "Chris, here's what I want you to do the next time you see me. Stare straight into my eyes and say 'Sandy, you're coming home with me tonight.' And no matter what I say, you do not take no for an answer." 

Half an hour later, he finished his beer, marched up to me and said, "Sandy, you're coming home with me tonight." It was okay. Not as forceful as I wanted, but okay.

"No, I'm not, you geek," I replied in a bitchy tone. 

And he walked away. I felt like running after him and dragging his ass back. I was about to say something sarcastic when he turned around and looked me straight in the eye. I never saw him look this way before. His eyes were ablaze, his lips strong, and his chin pointed right at me. He looked like the wrong side of humiliation. "You are coming home with me tonight," he said in a rough tone.

I almost swallowed my gum. This was more like it. "Actually," I said. "I'm married. But thanks for the offer."

"Be ready," he said, his look daring me to defy him.

His anger was interesting, but I stayed detached. "We're not allowed to date clientele," I said.

"I'm not planning to date you," he said. "I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk."

I hadn't seen that coming. I didn't even know what to say, but he didn't give me a chance. He was gone. I was impressed. A successful project. He was on his way.

As I left Stix that night, I saw him standing against the street light, but still alone. "That was great, Chris! Really impressive-"

And then the game ended. My feet stumbled backwards, my back hit a concrete wall, and his lips covered my mouth before I could say another word. They sealed with mine and drew me in. I was gone. It wasn't that I couldn't resist. There was nothing to resist. We were together, joined. My mouth and tongue, hungry after months without attention, had a mind of its own. He pulled back for a second and said, "You're coming home with me tonight."

"I'm married," I said, out of breath.

"I don't care." He kissed me again.

I broke away for an instant. "Neither do I," I said, "but after tonight-"

"There is no after tonight," he said.

We went to his place, and he wasn't nice at all. He didn't offer me coffee, and he didn't offer me a drink. He didn't undress me slowly, and he didn't wait till we got to the bedroom. The instant we were inside, he had me facing the wall as he tore at my shorts. He gasped when he saw my tiny pink panties, and I thought for a second he was going to come on the spot. Instead, he fucked me right there, pinned to the wall by his large chest. And he didn't stop for an hour. I came at least half a dozen times. He just kept going.

When he lurched to the kitchen to get some water, I felt awkward about what was coming next. I anticipated the smile - the gawkish smile that was going to kill the whole experience. This was the roughest and most demanding lover I'd ever had. The fantasy was something I wanted to keep. I found my clothes and started to dress so I could slip away before he got back. Then found a fistful of my hair in his hand as he dragged me to the couch. He sat back and forced me to my knees, my head between his legs. 

"Clean me up," he said. 

Although I couldn't move my head, I looked up to him. Jesus, he was serious. The look in his eyes wasn't dangerous. He wasn't threatening. He was just insistent, demanding. He wanted me that bad. 

When I was finished, he called me a taxi, but spoke not another word.

The next time I saw him, he didn't mention that night at all. He barely acknowledged me. He had other fish to fry. I felt radiant. I didn't want an affair. It just felt so good to get someone's love life on track.

A few weeks later, I felt the bug coming back. Not the sex bug - the teaching bug. This time it was Jonathon. "You're not Jonathon," I said. "You're Jack." 

Jack was a little quicker than Chris, in all ways, but he made up for it in stamina. He could get hard again within minutes - and I mean hard! A could've sat on it while he was standing up. I wanted to try, but whenever I suggested anything to him, he grabbed my hair, slapped my ass hard, and said, "You don't tell me how you want it. I tell you how I want it." He treated my like a slutty barmaid, and I loved every condescension. 

"See, Joe!" I wanted to scream. "It wasn't me. It was you." Part of me wanted to drag his ass down there to show him how I really liked being fucked.

The next one, Derek, had it in him all along. He just needed it to be drawn out. I never knew what he would do next, and man, was he strong. I was like a rag doll being used however he wanted me, for however long he wanted me. His language was crude and exciting. I didn't want it to stop.

This was my new life. They weren't affairs, and really they weren't even one night stands. It wasn't the sex that did it for me. I was a teacher - bringing out their potential. 

The next guy, Steve, asked me, "Are you sure all women like this?"

"Most of them," I said. "The ones that don't, fuck 'em. You don't need them. If you go with them you'll end up with three kids, a Grand Cherokee, and separate computers in separate offices in your house in the suburbs, dreaming of what your life could've been like. Go get the women who like to be fucked and fuck them in the way that pleases you. Never ask for permission and never take no for an answer."

Steve liked resistance though. I told him he was fucking me like a little boy, which was the opposite of the truth. Don't ask me why, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the time. It made him explode with rage. "Is this hard enough," he said as he pounded into me with a force that made me gasp. I told him no over and over until I couldn't even speak anymore, and over the next five minutes I suffered from wave after wave of orgasm. Then I collapsed in a heap against him as the energy drained from my body.

Did I feel guilty about these nights? Only when I let myself, which wasn't often. Don't believe anyone who tells you two wrongs don't make a right. For whatever reason, the equation works. This felt right - like something I needed to do to fix things with Joe. Plus I had the "what's-good-for-the-goose" loophole working for me.

That being said, I knew when the end had come. Joe had stopped his thing with Cowley. I was checking his computer and his cell phone records. And I met him for lots of spontaneous lunches that were designed to deter any notions he had of sneaking around, but which also brought his tenderness back into my life. I'd emptied myself of whatever anger was inside me and my energy had returned, just like the author had promised. I'd forgiven him, and I missed his gentle touch at night. 

At lunch one day, Joe took my hand and gazed into my eyes like he did in the old days. "Listen, Sandy. Give up that job, and let's spend our evenings together. Let's fix our marriage."

I was close to tears. The next night, I gave two-weeks notice at Stix. 

Stew took me off table duties and told me to work behind the bar full-time till my notice period was finished. It allowed me to switch from shocking shorts to modest skirts, easing my way back into my old life. For my last night, the guys I'd taught, an even dozen of them, bought me drinks and chipped in for taxi fare once it became clear I couldn't drive home. 

Then Stew, the distant manager who had always seemed shy and lost in his thoughts, stunned me. With just the two of us left behind, I caught him staring at my ass. "Like what you see?" I said, teasing him and expecting him to turn away.

Instead, he looked into my eyes for few seconds with his poker-game expression and said in a slow, sombre tone, "You wearing any panties?"

In my drunken state, I laughed. He didn't, and his piercing eyes cut through me, causing my heart to pound. Damn! What the hell was happening? My eyes followed his tight torso down to his pants and I saw a bulge. I'd never looked at Stew like this before. Waves took over my body and mind, and I felt so damn naughty. This was not how I saw myself in the mirror - I was the suburban wife with the Grand Cherokee - but I couldn't stop what was going on inside me. Then it hit me with a sudden chill. I'm bad. And I liked the idea. I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I am. Why?"

"Go to the back room and stack all the bottles on the highest shelf," he said. "Leave your panties on the floor."

I knew my mouth had the shape of a perfect "O", and I felt a swelling take over inside me. I was more turned on than with all my students combined. This came from nowhere. How long had he been thinking like this? I didn't say a word. I just went to the back room, dropping my virgin-white panties in the doorway for him to see. I reached to the top shelf, my toes fully extended and placed bottles one by one. I refused to let myself listen for his footsteps. I wanted sudden, not gradual. 

When his hand slid around my front and up along the buttons of my shirt, I jumped, even though his touch was gentle. He undid them one by one - completely against the rules I'd taught, but it brought a sigh to my lips. He pressed gently against me with his hips. I could feel his erection growing as he undid each button. I loved feeling it grow. I felt something hard on my wrist, which was still reaching up to the top shelf. It clicked open and closed around my wrist. Jesus! Handcuffs. Then the other wrist, binding my hands to the bracket of the top shelf.

"You're mine," he said.

"No," I said.

His cock ripped inside me with one violent thrust. I gasped, then moaned with wicked pleasure. 

"You're mine," he said.

"I'm married," I groaned, my hips swaying like a boat in gentle waters.

"Good," he said with a vicious shove inside me. "This is the part of you I want. He can have the rest."

"No," I said, but without much conviction. When he stopped moving, I started to argue with myself. My marriage, I said to myself, as I moved up and down. What marriage, I heard back as I felt Stew slowly move out. I love Joe. You love this, the voice said, and I strained against the handcuffs to lower myself to his cock. But not Stew, I argued. He's not my type. You have no choice, the voice countered. He's still your boss. The night is not over. You have to do what he says, and I moaned as Stew lowered himself until he was almost out of me. The cool air started to enter me and made me feel empty.

"You're completely mine," he said as he pulled out.

I strained to reach lower, causing the handcuffs to cut against my skin. I couldn't get any lower. I couldn't reach him. I have no choice, I told myself. I'm chained to the wall. I'm alone. I'm cold. I'm empty. No choice. Not my decision.

"Mine," he whispered into my ear.

I stood up straight, looked over my shoulder, and said absolutely nothing. I didn't need to.

The passion and fury and the pure physical animal lust that entered me took me out of the world where guilt or wrong or bad manners existed, to another world - one where I didn't have to justify feeling good by being bad. One where I could fuck Stew as long as we could bear it just because I needed him. And if we ever went a few days or even a few weeks without fucking, it would be okay because we'd know the next time was coming like a 40-ton train, and we'd know it was going to jolt us from our sensible lives again and again. This was more than desire. I needed this. He needed this. We had the right. We had no choice.




The Teacher



'Oh god, did I really just say that!' Ever the over-friendly, awkward duck in social settings, this Munch was no exception. My very first time meeting him and I have the nerve to joke that he's not nearly as good looking as his pictures. WTF? What was I thinking? It wasn't true of course, because he was, in fact, all that I thought he would be and more. Not overly handsome, not stand out in a crowd handsome, but definitely hold your gaze handsome. The kind of look that would intimidate even the strongest of women. So, naturally, feeling that intimidation and the insecurity that followed, I decided to open up with the joke from hell. It didn't help that it was my first Munch either. Could things get any worse?

As I stood there waiting for him to say something, smiling way too widely and nervously looking at anything but him, I became acutely aware of his calm demeanor - and the fact that he didn't respond. Not that I expected him to like the joke, but I was at least hoping for some sort of ice breaker. Even a reprimand for my behaviour would have been better than this. But no, he just stood there. He didn't even flinch and worse yet, he's staring at me. Suddenly, I feel very nervous and almost...apologetic. I stop fidgeting. My eyes stop darting and I look at my feet. My smile has faded and I am wishing with everything I have that I was anywhere but here. Just as I'm about to turn on my heels and bolt for the exit, he speaks.

"Would you like to try again, Addiena?"

"Yes, please" I respond, sounding mousier than ever. Where in the world did this little voice come from?

Again with the silence.

I take a deep breath and look up. Then I calmly extend my hand and say "hi, I'm Addiena, it's a pleasure to meet you". My voice has returned to it's normal octave and I realize that my shoulders have straightened and I'm looking directly at him. He smiles and I instinctively look away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you as well, Addiena." He holds onto my hand until I find the courage to look at him again. "Would you like to sit?" he asks.

I smile shyly "I would love to" and I sit down (with the gracefulness of a 2 year old) in the seat that he has pulled out for me.

The first few minutes continue to be awkward. I find myself tripping over my words or using too much sarcasm, and each time I do he does not respond. He just waits and watches until I collect myself and start saying what I actually mean. After some time my nerves subside and the conversation takes on an ebb and flow of words and smiles and laughs. He asks questions and answers all of mine. He introduces me to the members of the group that he knows and I soon find myself relaxing, genuinely smiling along and talking with everyone. He leaves my side more than once to go and speak with others, but I am never left alone and he always returns and asks how I am doing. I'm so grateful that he's encouraged me to attend tonight. I find myself looking at my phone and wishing the night wouldn't end.

Sadly though, the room begins to clear and people say their goodbyes. I've exchanged numbers with a few from the crowd and made plans to attend other functions. He returns to my side and says his goodbyes to a close friend. I feel him place his hand on my lower back as his friend walks away. He's closer now, leaning into my ear, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. "Come, I'll walk you to your car."

I don't speak, I simply follow. He doesn't grab my hand, doesn't fill the space between us with empty words. Instead he leads me to the door and we step out. He asks me which way to my car and we begin to walk. I want to take baby steps, to stay in his presence just a little bit longer.

"Did you enjoy yourself Addiena?" he asks. There is no pretentious tone to his voice, just sincerity. "Very much so" I say. "Everyone was so welcoming and friendly, I really feel like I made some new friends...and I'm sorry I was such a schmuck when I first got there."

"Yes, that really wasn't an acceptable approach, but you will learn" he scolds.

"Learn?" I ask, wondering if there was a special Dom greeting that I needed to know.

"Yes. You're a beautiful woman Addiena, but you lack true confidence and discipline. I plan on giving them to you."

I stop walking, breathless though I've only taken a few steps. Giving them to me? He steps closer and it is not until he places his thumb and finger on my chin and lifts my head that I realize I was staring at the ground.

"You, Addiena, have great potential. You are naturally submissive and eager to please. But without true confidence, those are a dangerous combination. Guilt about who you are and how you feel can breed the wrong kind of servitude. I plan on teaching you how to find the confidence you deserve and I plan on giving you the discipline you need in order to keep it. You will learn respect and you will fear disappointment. You will cry, you will scream. I can show you true desire, fear and exhaustion. I can open your eyes to a whole new world Addiena."

"I want that" I whisper.

"I can't offer you a relationship beyond the play though. That's not what I want from you. I can beat you and fuck you and enjoy you and teach you and help you to blossom into a beautiful submissive Addiena, but a relationship is not what I do. I have no time for it and quite frankly, neither do you. Our times would be scheduled, not spontaneous. We would be play partners. I will adore you when I am with you and I will meet your needs as best I can, but I would be your teacher, nothing more."

His words ignite a burning need inside me and I again whisper "I want that".

His look darkens and I can see him fighting some internal battle. Control maybe? I decide to poke the bear.

I step in closer until there are merely inches between us. He is taller than me and my eyes travel up his chest to his neck, to his lips and finally to his eyes.

"Please, show me" I plead.

He controls his exhale and continues to stare down at me. I'm waiting, expecting him to grab me, kiss me, maybe start to take me up against my car. Instead though, he smiles. A wicked, slow smile. "What I'm offering you is not like you read in books Addiena. What I'm offering you goes much deeper than that. I look at you and see a shy, scared, naive, curious woman. I want to take that woman and shackle her in chains in my basement. I want to see her skin swell and redden with the slap of my hand. I want to hear her scream when the cane hits her flesh. I want to smell her tears on my hand from the sting of my slap and I want to see her drool all over her gag while the wand makes her cum uncontrollably over and over; and then I want her to scream when I enter and cry while I cum deep in her ass."

"There's nothing pretty about it Addiena. You'll be tear streaked and red. Your hair will be a mess and your feet will be dirty from the dungeon floor. You'll look up at me with a hazy, needy, trusting stare, and in that moment, I will control every part of you. You will be primal, beautiful and broken. And then we will fix you. With each lesson will rebuild you with strength and confidence. You will gain a natural obedience and respect. And you will feel happier than ever before."

My mind was racing. He has always said that 'desire' and 'experience' are two very different things. Could I handle all that? From the feel of my wet panties, the answer would be yes. But if I listen to my logic, it's telling me to run away.

"Do you think you're ready for that?"

I don't know.

"I need it" I hear myself say.

"Good girl" he says. "Now go home".

I am a little unsteady on my feet as I watch him step away from me and walk to the other lot. Confused and a little hurt, I get in my car and drive away. Why did he leave? I think. What did I do wrong?

I hear my phone ding as I walk in my front door and I quickly check it, excited to see what he has to say. To my dismay, the text is from my sister. Sighing, I discard my things and go to brush my teeth.

Snuggled into bed, I grab my phone and log onto Fet. 1 unread message.

Sweet Addiena, you were beautiful tonight. Your display of uneasiness was memorizing. So much so that I had to drag myself away from the thoughts of you kneeling before me with my belt around your neck. If you are free tomorrow I would like to take you to my dungeon to discuss our arrangement and give you your first lesson. You will need to be free for at least 6 hours. Please think about everything that I have told you and do not respond until the AM. Until then...

I read the message and replayed our night over and over, sliding my fingers into my panties, determined to relieve the throbbing need between my legs. I didn't need all night to think about it, but I would adhere to his wishes and respond in the morning.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.



The Teacher



Carl, a seasoned editor for a large publishing house, sat behind his desk wearing a white shirt with a navy blue tie, horned rimmed glasses that balanced low on his nose, wisps of hair that was not combed in place and had begun to grey, and an intense look on his face as he read Arlene's manuscript. Sitting across from him was a young slimly built woman with deep set blue eyes and long brown hair that was pinned up on most occasions. Arlene gave the air of being confident and aloof, a character trait which was not conducive to writing an erotic romance novel which she hoped to have published. On the other hand as she watched Carl draw lines through her manuscript and write notes on the side margins, she felt it was Carl who did not fit the portrait of an experienced man in the art of romance and therefore could not possibly edit her work in a proper fashion. After almost an hour of scrutinizing Arlene's work, Carl looked up to give his opinion.

"Well Arlene, there is a lot of work to do here if you want this thing to go," Carl said taking a deep disappointed breath.

"What do you mean?" Arlene said in a defensive tone. "It has all the makings of a great novel."

"I mean the work has no feeling to it, no sensuality, and no passion. Yes, it's sexual, but it lays flat," added Carl.

"Like you would know," Arlene sarcastically shot back.

Carl removed his glasses and laid them on top of the manuscript and leaned back in his chair. For an older man he was still fit and showed the outline of a toned body.

"There are ways in art of sex that you must learn before you can write about it effectively in your novel," he explained.

Arlene, offended by anyone who thought her work was less than perfect, was indignant, but bit her tongue and said nothing.

"Listen," Carl began. "You're young. You're pretty and I'm sure you've had enough men in bed to know what I'm talking about."

Arlene squirmed in her chair. She hadn't that many men nor did she know exactly what Carl was talking about. Her experience came from reading other romance novels and the occasional late Saturday night indulgence on Cinemax. The rest was imagination of how she thought it would be.

"I suppose I could revise it," she began slowly.

It was then that Carl realized that she had no idea of what he was talking about and the woman across from him although not naïve, was not as experienced as she would lead others to believe. At first, he felt sorry for her, but she was a bright and intelligent woman and that sense of pity soon turned into something else.

"How about if I show you what I mean?" Carl asked.

"Show me how to write with sensuality and passion?" Arlene said surprised.

"I could do that or I could show you what I mean," Carl said with a slow easy smile on his face.

Arlene thought for a moment. At first the idea sounded ludicrous, an indignant indulgence of an older man trying to prove he was still the virile sexually powerful man he once was, but as she looked at him, she saw nothing of that in his demeanor and began to consider the idea with serious intent.

"I can see the idea sounds appealing to you," Carl said.

"It is interesting, but I'm not sure you could show me anything I don't already know," Arlene said bolstering her confidence.

Carl loosened his tie and slipped it off his white shirt collar. He then unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. Arlene, sitting across from him in her pink blouse and navy blue pencil skirt watched him and swallowed hard trying not to notice Carl who was suddenly beginning to look much younger than his actual years.

"And how would you begin?" Arlene asked with a strained voice.

"Like I said. There is an art to it," Carl began as he rose from his chair and circled the desk so that he stood behind Arlene so close that she could feel the heat of his body. "First, I would let your hair down."

He removed the clip that was holding Arlene's hair in place and the soft brown tresses tumbled down past her shoulders. He then leaned forward, grasped a handful of her hair and sniffed it.

"Smells like strawberries," he said.

Arlene twisted in her chair, "Yes strawberries and honey," she replied.

Carl pushed her hair away from her shoulders and lightly kissed the soft skin of her neck that seemed to grow hot with his touch. Arlene whispered something, but he didn't hear and continued to kiss her neck allowing his tongue to taste her skin. The sensation made Arlene tingle and she sighed with pleasure. He then leaned over and down to unbutton her blouse just enough so that he could slide his hands inside of it and fondle the white lace bra that covered her soft breasts tweaking the nipples through the lace until they formed hard nubs. Arlene leaned back and caught the scent of his cologne and it gave her a heady rush of excitement.

"Do you like this?" Carl whispered in her ear.

"Yes I believe I do," Arlene said trying not to let on that he was tantalizing her beyond her wildest thoughts.

Carl removed his hands from her blouse and whispered in her ear again, "I want you stand up."

Arlene did as she was told and she turned towards him where he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her lips pressing firmly while his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. While he kissed her his hands moved to her blouse and released the remaining buttons exposing her lace covered breasts. Skillfully he reached behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra allowing her breasts to fall loose from its confines. Stepping back from her, he admired the firm breasts, the softness of them, and the succulent nipples hard and taut eager for his touch. Slowly he cupped the right breast with his hand and lowered his mouth to it where his tongue darted across the nipple then took the nub into his mouth and suckled on it. Arlene took a deep breath and held it as she felt him sucking on her nipples, the massaging of his fingers on her breast and his warm breath on her body drawing her into him.

"You are delicious," he murmured as he went from the right breast to the left giving it as much attention as he did the other.

When satisfied she was ready for more, he returned to her face looked deeply into her eyes, caressed her cheek with his hand and kissed her again. This time she eagerly took his kisses. Feeling his tongue dart in her mouth, she sucked on it as if it were a cock sending an electrical charge to below his belt stirring it to where he could feel it swell and press against his pants. His hands moved to her back where he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down exposing the soft well defined curves of her hips and the white lace bikini panties that hugged them. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled himself to her letting his hard cock press against her belly. 

Arlene could not take her eyes off Carl as he slipped one hand inside the bikini panties to find her soft mound of hair where he twisted and curled the strands around his middle finger before sliding it deep into the wetness of her swollen pussy. Her lush pussy lips sucked his finger inside of her and Carl could feel her gently rocking on it. His legs began to tighten at the sensation as he pushed his finger in deeper. Arlene placed her hands on Carl's shoulders to balance herself as he played with her sweet dripping honey and licked her lips with her tongue which made him smile as he removed his finger from her feminine hole and licked the juices from it. When Arlene saw this, she instinctively took his hand and licked his finger as well to taste the musky flavor of her arousal driving Carl to want more. 

Carl then led her to the black leather sofa that was along the side of his office which was used for meetings and such. There he removed her bra and panties and asked her to lie on the sofa. The coolness of the leather felt good on Arlene's backside as she lay there with her hands extended over her head as if stretching.

"Beautiful," Carl said as he undressed tossing his shirt on the floor followed by his black pants. His underwear was the last to go and his engorged cock protruded from his body twitching and bobbing with anticipation.

Arlene eyes roamed over his body, the black hair on his chest that formed a line down his torso, the tight hips, taut legs, and the cock that was dripping precum from its head. Carl leaned over and separated her legs with his hand placing one leg to balance precariously on the back of the sofa and the other spread to where her foot touched the floor. He then knelt between her legs, leaned over and kissed the soft wet mound before lowering his cock to the entrance of her womanhood. He rose up and kissed her lips again, a soft sweet kiss that meant he wanted her more than anything in the world. He then slid his cock inside her. Her wet folds gave way to the intrusion and he pushed in as far as he could go then slid out allowing her juices to drench him before sliding in again so deep that she could feel his full balls rub against her ass. 

Not once did his eyes leave hers. She could see the desire in them. She could feel him wanting her as he probed her with his cock in and out, faster and faster only stopping to taste her nipples before beginning his rhythm again. Arlene could feel herself swelling around his engorged member. She could sense the slow tingling of her arousal grow and grow. She bit her lip as he reached down and held her buttocks while he drove his cock into her raising her hips to meet his strokes. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body was consumed with intense pleasure and peaked causing her to cry out as wave after wave of her orgasmic ecstasy drenched his cock. He held still inside of her allowing her to experience the full and overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm without interruption and waited until she relaxed before plummeting inside her again with a determined sense of need. Faster and faster his cock rubbed against her until his own explosion filled her pussy with stream after stream of white hot cream. He lay inside her and held her close to him not wanting to break the connection between them. As he finished, he kissed her again sealing with his lips what their bodies had just experienced.

Several minutes passed before either could regain enough of their senses to bring them back to reality, but when they did, Carl helped Arlene dress before dressing himself including tying his tie around his collar and adjusting it to his neck. Arlene watched him perform this ordinary mundane task and could not help but look at him in a new light. She had a new respect for him and a strange wonderful feeling that she had never experienced before.

"I think I know how to begin the book again," Arlene said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him tenderly. "But I might need more help."

Carl kissed her back softly, "You know where I'll be," he chuckled and then kissed her again. "This could be a very long book."

THE END