0 comments/ 79797 views/ 1 favorites Teacher's Pet By: Dan1234 It was 11:15 on a sunny day. Only five minutes before morning break began and Dan was getting very thirsty. He looked around the room and saw everyone's head down on the desk buried into their essay. Dan hated English, mainly because his mom was the teacher. However their was still one thing Dan adored there, Kate. She was every boy's dream. Not only was she very well proportioned but her bleached blonde hair contradicted her nice personality. She was so nice in fact that she let Oliver Stubbing sit next to her. Oliver was a lonesome creature with white pallid flesh and an evil mind. The sound of a bell pierced the room and everyone started to leave. Dan noticed that Kate was staying behind to work so he pulled out some sheets of paper and began to write to try and get Kate's attention. Oliver got up and started to leave but as he got to the door he slammed it shut and turned the lock leaving Dan, his mom, Kate and himself in the hot classroom. " What the hell do you think you are doing Oliver!?" Sarah sternly said to him. Sarah was Dan's mom and she was used to shouting at Oliver. "Shut up, just shut the fuck up", he screamed back. This made Dan stand up to protect his mother and Oliver belted his fist into his face knocking Dan over the table, he was left unconscious. The two women opened their mouths in shock and Oliver pulled out a 8" blade from his bag. "Just do what I say and no one will get hurt". "Oliver put that away know, what do you want, money?" Sarah said nervously. "No, I have certain desires that must be fulfilled." Fearing the worst Kate ran behind Sarah. "Good, now you are together, kiss." "We won't do anything for you," Sarah replied. "Well if not for me, then maybe for your son!" And with that Oliver held the knife next to Dan's throat. Sarah quickly turned to Kate and looked at her in a cry for help. Kate's head went straight for Sarah's and their lips hit each other. Kate's tongue started to play with Sarah's and Sarah had the feeling Kate was a lesbian. After about half a minute, Sarah started to enjoy it even under the circumstances and her arms linked around Kate's neck whilst Kate's hands went down to Sarah's buttocks. After a few minutes Sarah heard a moan come from Dan and she broke the kiss and looked down. Dan was waking up and Oliver had a huge grin on his face. He then quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his bag and dragged Dan over to the corner where a water pipe was. Oliver quickly cuffed Dan to the pipe before he was fully awake. Oliver then went back to the women and told them to strip. The circumstances didn't matter now as the sexual energy released from the kiss had given them the power to ignore the situation. They were naked after a few minutes and by now Dan was completely awake but still speechless by the two fabulous bodies in front of him. Kate may have been young but Sarah's skin was beautifully tanned and had huge nipples. "Kiss her again!" Oliver demanded. And Kate went for the mature ladies lips again before Oliver shouted again "No, not there, on her pussy!" Kate dropped straight to her knees and pushed Sarah's legs apart. The musty smell almost made Kate faint but Sarah grabbed the back of her head and pushed it into her tensioned pussy. Kate started flicking Sarah's clit with her tongue and started sucking away Sarah's juice. Sarah started moaning and Kate moved her hand to her own clitoris and started moaning as well. The very sight of this caused Dan to get a hard-on himself which didn't escape the notice of Oliver. "Take of your pants and your underwear," Dan quickly obeyed, making a 9" cock stick straight out. Sarah started to moan the words "I'm coming!" But Olly ran up and pulled Kate's head away. "No, not yet, I don't want you to come yet." He grabbed Sarah's wrist and pulled her over to Dan. The sight of his huge cock made her legs wobble while Oliver pulled a chair under Dan's legs and he obliged by sitting down. His huge cock was now sticking straight up. Oliver pushed Sarah under his arms which were still chained to the pipe. Kate was still pounding her fist into her own vagina and was oblivious to the situation now in hand. Oliver turned back to Sarah and whispered into her ear " Fuck, him." Her own challenge to come overtook her and she slid her already wet cunt over Dan's huge tool to the excitement of Dan. She pounded him as fast as she could until they were both on the verge of coming. She looked into his eyes feeling no guilt at all and then the shudder hit her and she screamed in a bid of ecstasy. Then Dan came in her warm pussy filling her with his hot liquid. She looked into his eyes again and gave him a passionate kiss. They both looked over the room and saw that Kate had come as well and Oliver had gone. Kate was stumbling with her clothes and Sarah quickly joined her knowing the fact that break was almost over. Dan was still chained to the pipe trying to pull up his trousers. They just made it before the class came back in. And they took their positions again except for Dan who had to pretend he had to stand in the corner hiding his cuffs. Kate was red all hour but Sarah and Dan exchanged sly winks, both knowing the fact that this would not be the end of their experiences despite the moral dispute it brought up. They didn't care, they both knew how to pleasure each other now. Teacher's Pet A smile crept across her face. Today was the day, the day she had been waiting for since 9th grade. Today, Antoinette would make a move and seduce her English teacher. The plan had been four years in the making and two weeks ago, her teacher presented the most opportune time for advancement. They were to write short stories and he was going to sit down with them one on one to read and discuss their writing. Alone with him in his office, her body tingled at the thought. She smiled and slid her hands under her sheets. As she ran them over her fully developed body, her curvy, soft skin, through her hair, she licked her lips and thought of him. Then she clenched her fists and decided to save her passion for later, now was the time to get ready. Eagerly she leapt out of bed. Antoinette sang as she took her shower. As she lathered her soft skin with soap she thought she might burst right then, her excitement was almost too great to handle. She slipped back into her room to get dressed. The outfit was all picked out. When she was done, Antoinette glanced in the mirror. She was 5'9"; her shoulder-length, light brown hair was pinned up; her sweet, green eyes were surrounded by black eyeliner, just enough to give them some definition; her lips a creamy red, begged to be touched; her lightly freckled face was devious and wearing a "come get me" smile. She was held together by a skin-tight black skirt. It clung to her body landing right at her fingertips with a slit that continued about five inches up her wanting legs. She wore a light green, long-sleeved shirt that sucked against her skin and zipped up the front. She kept it zipped high around her collarbone. And last she wore black, heeled boots that came up passed her ankles, just high enough to make you follow them to the edge of her skirt. Underneath she wore black, silk, thong panties that rested on her hips and a black satin bra that gave her 36 C breasts just enough curve and held them nicely in the shirt. Antoinette shivered at the thought of Mr. Lancaster running his hands over them. She was ready; today she would be set free. As she walked down the halls to first period, all eyes seemed to follow. Toni, as they called her at school, normally dressed stuffy. She always wore loose clothes and pants or long skirts at the most. She never wore make-up, and usually hid behind fake glasses. The crowd was obviously stunned at her dramatic style change. After all she did look very sexy and that only made her confidence level rise, and her pussy throb. The day seemed to drag on and 6th period could not come soon enough. She took a deep breath, held up her head, pushed back her shoulders and strode into the classroom. As she walked by his desk, she merely turned her head just enough to flash him a devilish smile and kept on to her seat. The rustling of papers stopped as he watched her, mouth gaping open. Realizing the situation or rather his teenage audience, he quickly shook out of his daze and pretended to go about his work. Finally the bell rang and he announced that today they would be continuing conferences and that the class should work on their given assignment for the period. Antoinette tried to keep her hands from shaking as each student before her was called. "Toni, it's your turn," He said and she smiled as he spoke her name. "There's no turning back now." She made her way to the office in the back of the classroom. He poked is head in, "I'll be right back I have to refill my cup of coffee." This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. Her heart was racing and she rubbed her hands on her skirt, which she had pulled up on her legs, a little. She gripped her story tight and a quick thought of the consequences flashed in her mind. It immediately disappeared when he walked in. He was tall, probably 6'3", he had black hair and deep blue eyes, his face was smooth and clean shaven, his shoulders were broad and always adorned with a nice form fitting shirt that made him look classic and sensuous. His silver, wire glasses added to his sophistication and his flawless smile made Toni and everyone else, melt. As he sat down and looked up at her he noticed her shirt which seemed to be unzipped a little more then a minute ago, but he decided he was just imagining things and let his eyes raise up to her face. He tried to shake his thoughts of her to calm down his starting hard-on. "Ok let me take a minute and read your story Toni, then we'll talk about it." "Sure thing Mr. Lancaster, I'm sure you'll like it." She handed it over. Antoinette bit her lip and waited for a sign as he read more and more of her story. She had written about a daring college professor who had fallen for one of his students and their adventures in the classroom. His eyes widened and she could tell he was holding his breath. Though she couldn't see past the desk, the fact that his cock was now raging hard was just assumed. As he turned the last page her stomach turned and twisted and her pussy burned between her legs. She pressed them tight together, rubbing them back and forward trying to relieve some of the built up tension. As he gathered up the papers and set them down, he slowly raised his eyes up to meet hers. She was smiling sweetly and eagerly waiting for a response. He knew it was terribly wrong but he was only a man, and he couldn't help the fact that this very gorgeous woman wanted him and he wanted her, bad. He coughed, "Toni, your story was, um, very descriptive and I..." "Don't say anything." She whispered as she stood up and locked the door. She walked over to him and slid herself on the desk, spreading her legs open. "Toni, we can't do this, it's wrong, don't you know how much trouble I could get in?" "I know, Mr. Lancaster, but I also know that you want me. Almost as much as I want you. I've wanted you for so long now. You're not like any other man I've ever met. My body aches for you. You can't deny it." He listened to her pleading words and saw the determination in her eyes. He wanted to throw her down and fuck her right there but his judgement was stopping him. She moved forward, sliding herself into his lap. Scooting up close to him, she could feel the warmth of his body against hers. Her fingers made their way from his shoulders, down his chest and to the zipper of his pants. She undid them quickly and reached inside. As she grabbed a hold of his dick and pulled it out, he gasped. She held him tight and squeezed him in her hands. "Toni, no, stop don't..oh God.. yes ooh, yes don't stop." He had fallen. The feeling of her cold hands wrapped around his throbbing penis was too much and he gave in thrusting toward her. Antoinette dragged her hands up and down his stiff cock, feeling it beneath her. She stroked and squeezed it. "Do you like that Mr. Lancaster? Does that feel good?....You want it bad don't you? You're breaking all the rules aren't you? You're so naughty, I love it." She whispered in his ear. All he could get out was a few nods and grunts of approval. She was dripping wet at the sound of his breath as it faltered and shook and it was driving her crazy. She slipped off him and rested herself between his legs. Toni licked her lips and smiled up at him. She had now grabbed each of his balls and held them. She rubbed her thumbs in small circles around them and petted him softly. "Do you want me to suck your cock Mr. Lancaster?" He nodded. "What was that? You want me to do what to you?" She loved every minute of this. "Please, Toni oooh suck me, let me fuck your... Face uh please." With that she pressed her closed lips against his head and let him push them apart. He slid himself in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his cock and made her way down taking inch by inch. She pushed her tongue hard against his skin and followed it along the bottom of his dick. Once she had gotten almost all of his tasty cock in her warm mouth, she furiously flicked her wet tongue against his skin. She wanted to taste all of him in her mouth. He moaned as her cheeks sucked in and pulled at his skin. He gripped his chair with one hand and placed the other on her head forcing her to take more of him. His hips moved back and forward thrusting his cock in and out of her sweet face. Her eyes twinkled with excitement and she held on to him as best as she could. She pulled off of him and smiled, "Do you want to cum in my mouth Mr. Lancaster? Is that what you want?" "Yes," he was breathing so hard he could barely get the words out. "I want to cum, yes in your mouth yes" She giggled and opened her mouth. This time she pumped up and down him fast, sucking hard and gripping his thighs. She slid her hands up and stroked his soft balls. Petting and feeling him beneath her. She continued to move her mouth across the skin of his dick. He matched her movements and guided his hips with her head. As her lips caressed his pulsing cock she felt him jerk in her mouth. Then, right before he screamed she covered his mouth as he shot his sweet cum down her throat. She swallowed it eagerly though some of it dripped down her lips. His stifled moans made her so hot, all she had to do was pull her legs together and her sweet cunt exploded beneath her. She fell in his lap and moaned into his chest so she wouldn't be heard. Her orgasm split her and left her spent. It was all so much; she panted, his cum taste still in her mouth, her hands shook as she took a minute and tried to calm down. "That was incredible Antoinette. You're so sexy. I always thought there was something intriguing about you, and now I know." He smiled at her. She pulled herself up and sat in his lap, "Oh you have no idea, Mr. Lancaster, you're in for quite the ride." She draped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He welcomed her and searched for her tongue. As she pressed her breasts against him he could feel his cock coming alive again. She felt it too and pulled away to look down. "Oh I see, you want more do you? Well we can arrange that, I hope." In a very professional tone he said, "Well Antoinette, I think we need to discuss your English paper further after school." He shook his finger at her, "Meet me in my office when the bell rings." "Yes, Sir Mr. Lancaster, but might I go to the bathroom to freshen up first?" "Please do, I want you to look your best." With that she got up, straightened her skirt and headed for the door. "Oh I will, don't worry." As she closed the door he took a deep breath. She had given him the most intense blowjob ever. Instead of feeling remorse, he felt a stir of arousal and couldn't wait for class to end and their adventure to begin. Teacher's Pet Sitting on the bench in the park wasn't the best thing she could be doing, but going back to the house was not going to make any thing happen. Her dad was talking to her teacher at college. She'd been sitting there for over hour when her dad found her. "Beth Professor Hanks wants you to go to his class room and he will give you another test, better do good this time." he told her. She told him she would and left the park. Standing outside Professor Hanks door, trying to work up her never to go in. She knocks on the door. "Come in." he calls out. She walks into the room. "Professor Hanks my dad said you wanted to see me." she said. "Yes come and sit down I'll be with you in a minute." he said not looking up from what he was doing. She sat down at her desk. She watch as he walk around the room, pulling down the shades, locking the door ,then he walk over to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them. He bent and whispered in her ear. "Daddy said I was to give you another chance, it seems that you know the stuff, but can't put it down on paper. Stand up and take off your clothes." he told her. Doing as she was told, she pull up her dress and drop it to the floor. "Now come over here to me." he said. Standing in front of him, she felt his hands move across her body asking what this and that was. "That was very good Beth, Now I want you to tell me what this is?" he ask, placing her hand on his chest. "Your chest." she told him. "Yes now move your hand down and name what you touch." he told her. She name all the muscles and body parts, stopping at his waist. "Undo my belt and pants." he told her. She undid them, and move her hand down when he told her to. "Wrap your fingers around me and tell me what your holding." he said. She held his had cock in her hand, feeling the heat coming off of him. "Now kneel down and suck my cock Beth, suck me good and you'll get your A, and if it's really good maybe I'll fuck your." he told her. She kneel down and took him in her mouth. Sucking him deep into her throat. He held her head as he fuck her face, moving in and out of her mouth he felt his cock stiffen and he knew he's be cumming soon. Holding her face he move his cock faster, and deeper in her throat. Burying deep in her throat he exploded, and she drank his cum. He help her to her feet, then move her to sit down. She watch him pull his pants up and put his shirt back on. Picking up her dress he walk over to her and help slip it back on. "Now I think I'll call your dad and tell him that I'm taking you home with me to give extra help with your work. mmmmm, baby that was some sucking you gave me, and now I'm going to take you home and fuck your brains out. Wait here Beth." he said. She followed him into his house, once the door was close he told her to get out of her clothes, and go over to the rug and lay down with her legs spread. Laying there she watch as he undress and walk over to stand above her. She look up at him and saw that his cock look enormous from her view. He kneel down between her legs, easing down he put his cock at the entrance of her pussy, pushing, he slip inside. He started moving in and out of her faster and faster. "Oh Beth I'm going to fill your hot, juicy pussy with my cum, then I'm going to turn your over and fuck your ass filling it with my cum, then you'll get your A, and if you want to keep your it, you'll come to my house after school everyday so we can suck, and fuck each other like crazy." he told her. "OH GOD YES PROFESSOR, YES FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM." she scream. He buried his cock deep inside her and exploded. Walking her to the door, "Reminder Beth tomorrow after school, and wear something sexy under your clothes." he told her. Walking home she thought about what she would tell her dad when she got home. She walk in the house and found a note from her dad. "Beth sorry mom and I have to go out off town Grandpa Tom had a heart attack will be back as soon as we can." the note read. Going up to her room she pull out a box she had hidden. Pulling out the sheer black teddy, her boyfriend had given it to her wanting her to wear it for him. She never did, but she did want to for the Professor. Slipping it on she pick up the phone. "Hello Professor Hanks this is Beth, Just wanted to let you know that mom and dad have gone out of town and I'm wearing a beautiful sheer black teddy just laying here on my bed thinking about what we just did and was wondering if you'd be interested in coming over and spending the night fucking me." she whisper into the phone and hung up. Going down stairs, to wait for him. She heard a knock at the back door. Walking into the kitchen to answer the door. "Come in Professor, I've been waiting for you." she said. "OH GOD, you are wearing it, Are you sure your parents are gone out of town?" he ask. She gave him the note as she kneel down, taking his cock out of his pants and putting it in her mouth. Drooping the note he grab her head and fuck her face. He couldn't control his hips, he was moving them faster and faster in her mouth, she kept up with his movements. Pulling her head up closer his body stiffen and she felt his cum explode from his cock. Teacher's Pet I sat in the back of the classroom as I had 10 years earlier, but this time the roles were a little different. As a “parent” I was now on the adult side of parent/teacher night. But I still felt awkward and out of place. Everyone else here was older and seemed more at ease; I had already twice been mistaken for a student. I got tired of explaining that it was my little sister I was here for, and that I was here legal guardian. My parents had divorced years ago and our father had not been a factor in 5 years, but when our mother was killed in a car wreck I had petition the court for custody of my then 12 year old sister. The judge agreed that it was in Beth’s best interest to keep as stable a life as possible after such a tragedy and that uprooting her from her friends and community to find a dead beat dad would only be detrimental. Luckily for me we had plenty of family in the surrounding area to check in on us and also to give me a chance to live the life of a health young stud in his mid-20’s while dealing a teenage girl going through puberty. For the most part we had as healthy a family life as possible, luckily not have to deal with any of the “real-life” situations on show like Party of Five, but it did wear on my dating life. Girls were touched at first that I was willing to sacrifice as much of myself for my sister. But after a while they would get mad at me for not being able to go on weekend trips to New Orleans or going to see the Dave Matthews Band on a Wednesday night. But anyone who would make me choose between my sisters well being and their teasing blow-jobs was not worth more than 10 minutes of my time. I had come to her high school for several meeting with guidance counselors about her college future and with a few of her teacher for one on ones about her grades, but this was the first time I had been amongst other parents. Beth’s theater class had put together a short film and all of the families were asked to come down and screen it. I figured it would be a good show of support and it would be nice to go back to the theater room that I had not been back in since my senior year. In the middle of my junior year our drama teacher, an old hag named Mrs. Scholenberg, had quit and been replaced a fresh faced Sarah McBrill. The class quickly became the favorite of all of the guys as Ms. McBrill showed her inexperience with students and we got away with anything we wanted. It did not help any that she still had the look of a college coed. But secretly I always thought she knew just what she was doing when she would get members of the football team to work hand in hand with the chess club. And to top it all off, the girls in the class all thought of her as a close confidant. I had jerked of quietly hundreds of times thinking of her pert tits being slowly undressed. Imaging her perfect lips begging me to fuck her. But I had never even once been able to look her in the eye, let alone say more than “hey Ms. McBrill” and “I gotta get to my next class”. Not that I thought she would ever have anything to do with one of her students. I mean why would a teacher risk their career for a quick fuck with a lankly kid from 5th period. (But looking back as I hear on the news more and more often about teacher giving students “extra credit” work…) When I first entered the classroom I realized it had not changed much in the 10 years of my absence. Ms McBrill, now Mrs. Johnson had not aged badly at all. With only the slight wisps of gray touching her hair and an even smaller crow's feet gracing her ageless face, but her figure had filled out oh so nicely. She said she did not remember me exactly, but with a little prodding I brought back some of those memories of her first class. She smiled at me as though she truly cared but quickly asked me to be seated as she greeted the next set of parents who came into to the classroom. The back of the class had always suited me well. Not that I was a bad student, it was just that I found it easier to escape the nerd title while still working on my schoolwork. I even found at time that the jocks in the back of the class would protect me around school in exchange for “helping” them with some of their schoolwork. But now I found myself returning out of habit to my old seat next to the A/V platform. Mrs. Johnson addressed us all once all of the parents had arrived, but I did not pay much attention as I found myself looking around the room at all of the older ladies and their husbands. I compared myself to all of the men and wondered in my head which of their wives I could have my way with. None of the students had been asked to attend, as this was to be a time for the adults to come together without any of the high school cliques taking over. But I still was alienated at the back of the room, but I was happy there ogling a couple of milfs. Still no one really compared to Mrs. Johnson who was dressed rather conservatively, but unlike everyone else in the room I had seen her in tighter more formfitting clothes and that image re-emerged to the front of my mind bring with it a semi-erection. Mrs. Johnson came to the back of the room and dimmed the lights before she started the film. She had warned us that the content of the film was a little racier than things most of the parents would have been doing for a class assignment when they were in school, but the school board had finally okayed the project. Mrs. Johnson had staked a lot of her career on this project, but she had secretly hoped that she would get fired standing up for it. The story was of a trio of friends who had taken their friendship to the next level but were afraid of what society would think of their openness. People had initially balked at the thought of swinging high schoolers, but certain skeletons in closets keep a lot of the noise down. As the film started Mrs. Johnson took a seat next to the projector which just happened to put her right next to me. Initially with the lights down I could not see anyone, but as my eyes adjusted I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Johnson fidgeting in her chair. I figured she did not really care to watch the film and was just antsy, and as for me, Beth’s acting role was over in the opening scene, so I my mind started to drift. As the film continued to drone on I wondered how many fathers had drifted off to sleep and how many mothers were working on shopping lists in their head. And as I glanced around the room my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw Mrs. Johnson with her dress hiked up and a hand defiantly on the teacher’s pet! I jerked my attention back to the movie and checked my sanity. Surely this prim teacher was not masturbating in the back of a classroom full of parents. It had to be my mind releasing years of fantasies on me all at once. But the more I thought about it the more I wanted to slip a glance back at her. But how? It had been along time since I practiced my sly peeks, but if ever there was a chance to use it was now. Using the tried and true yawn, sigh and stretch, I rotated my head slowly around the room finishing in the direction of my former drama instructor. To my horror and amazement she was staring directly at me. I wanted to jerk my head back to the screen but her gaze held me still. And more to the point, her hand buried under her dress held my attention. My cock immediately woke in a way I had not known in years. Here was one of my best wet dreams sitting next to me come to life. Slowly Sarah took her hand out from under her dress. The air that had previously been filled with the stale smell of businessmen’s sweat, hair spray and chalk suddenly was filled with the sweet musk of cunt juices. She then extended her delicate hand under my nose and the scent almost knocked me to the floor. It had been a long since I had been this close to a woman this hot and I was not going to let my old adolescent fears stop me now. I reached up taking her hand in a firm grip. Slowly filling my nostrils with her aroma and then gently rubbing her fingers across my lips before I took them into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her fingers savoring the flavor of her pussy. I could tell she was enjoying it by the way she relaxed her wrist in my hand. But I was not sure what she wanted me to do next in this room full of people. I knew I wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck the dogshit out of her ‘til she cried my name in exhaulted joy, but was that really an option? Did she really want to get fired that badly? How would that affect my sister school life? Then Sarah answered my thoughts for me. She with drew her fingers from my mouth and drew my hand down to her cunt. It was burning hot and sopping wet. I did not care if it was me or if she just wanted anyone at that moment, my fingers knew just what to do in a dark theater with a wanton slut. Since she had already gotten herself hot I figured there was no sense wasting time and I dove right in. Two fingers buried deep into her and she clasped her thighs tight with a shudder. But that was just the start for her aching cunt. As I rotated my digits in small deep circles insider her, I pushed my thumb up to her bud of pleasure. More and more juices flowed around my fingers as I massaged the top of her cunt with my pinky and thumb coaxing her clit to full attention. This technique had rarely failed for me but I did not want to disturb anyone who was enjoying the movie so I slowed it down. But Sarah would have none of that as she pressed firmly on the back of my fingers with her hand. I looked at her face and could not believe the her stone-face as she patiently watched her students product while below her pussy was starting to contract around two of my fingers. Shocked I wanted to see how long she could keep this up. So I pressed harder and faster. And she pushed with her hand harder and harder. My eyes glued to her face not caring if anyone in the room saw me staring at her with a hand disappearing under her dress, I had to make this hard faced slut cum all over my fingers. She slid her legs a little wider, which gave me the opportunity to readjust my hand. I tried to slip one of my soaked fingers further under her towards her ass, but she quickly pulled my hand back up into “proper” position. So I jammed 4 fingers into her cunt and put my thumb back on her swollen cunt. Apparently that was the key her body had been waiting for. Her cunt spasmed wildly on my fingers and her clit grew even bigger as blood rushed to her boiling cunt. Her legs quivered ever so slightly but still the look on her face was that of someone telling their mother of a walk in the park. My cock ached for release as beads of perspiration dripped down my forehead. I knew there was no way I would get relief in this room at this moment. The film was drawing to a close from what my sister had told me about it so I pried my hand away from her sopping cunt. The suction was so loud I thought some one would turn around so I quickly went into a coughing fit. This gave me the perfect chance to taste her cum as I brought my hand to my mouth. Sarah straightened out her dress as the movie ended. She turned the lights back on and fielded question with the grace and dignity of a southern woman not like a whore who had just ridden my hand to orgasm. Every time she looked in my direction I could swear I would die from her eat shit look. As time drew to leave I wanted to ask her what had just happened but I was taught never to look a gift horse in the mouth (or whatever the fuck that meant) but she crossed that bridge for me. To be continued... Teacher's Pet My name is Jade. When I was a freshman in college, I fell in lust with my psychology professor. I hope you enjoy my tales of seduction. ********************** It was early March. Mr. Wexton stood in the front of class neatly dressed in Dockers and a long sleeved dress shirt. He was rambling on about the assignment he had given us that was due in two weeks. I was only partially listening, as I tried to imagine what his well defined shape looked like out of those clothes. Mr. Wexton had just finished his Doctoral degree and had began teaching at the start of this school year. He was tall, dark and handsome, to describe him briefly. He always smelled awesome, and his smile made me wet every time he flashed it at me. My grades were pretty good. I was a straight B student, and I was doing well in his class. But as of lately I seemed to be having great difficulties concentrating on the material he was presenting in class. Instead I found myself concentrating on the material in his pants, as I stared at what I imagined to be the most gorgeous penis I would ever see. One day in class, I couldn't tear my eyes off him, but was suddenly thrust into reality when I heard him call my name. I'm sure he had to have seen me staring at his crotch, I even imagined I saw his cock begin to become semi-erect. That was the day I decided I couldn't take it any longer. My class was his last class for the day. We ended at 7 pm. Today, I strolled up after he dismissed everyone, and I asked him if he had a few minutes to help me with a problem I was having. "Sure Jade," he said with a smile to me. "Let's go back to my office." I gathered up my books and followed him down the hall and down a couple flights of stairs into his small office at the end of the hall. "Have a seat." He said to me as he put his lecture notes into a file sitting on his desk. "Are you having a problem with the assignment?" He asked me in a totally professional voice. "Actually, not really," I nervously replied. "It's more of a personal nature." I replied as I removed my jacket and placed it over the chair next to me. I had worn my lowest cut shirt which revealed quite a bit of cleavage from my 34C breasts. I usually dressed up for Mr. Wexton's class, so it wasn't unusual that I was also wearing a high riding mini-skirt. I'm a pretty shapely young woman, and I've been known to turn a few heads with my athletic build figure. "What's the problem?" Mr. Wexton asked most innocently. "Well," I said with a little pause, "Ok, I'll just come out and say it I guess." I was so nervous I could feel my legs start to tremble. "I think I have a crush on you." my face blushed in embarrassment. "Really?" Mr. Wexton said kind of matter-of-factly. "And what brings you to this conclusion?" "I can't stop thinking about you in class." I said, my breathing getting heavier. "I think about you and what's under your shirt, and how it would feel if you were to touch me." Now I could feel my panties begin to moisten as I grew hot. I stood up and walked over to sit on the edge of his desk. "I lay awake at night and wonder what it would be like to seduce you, to feel your tongue on my body, to feel your cock in my mouth." I could see him begin to breath harder. I could tell he was becoming aroused. But I didn't give him a chance to talk. I got onto my knees and kneeled before him as he sat in his chair. Slowly I reached for his pants and I began to unzip them. I could see the bulge in his pants and I knew his cock needed to be freed. "I want to pleasure you Mr. Wexton," I said as I slowly freed his erect cock from his pants. "Um," he began to stutter as I started to caress his cock with my hands. I could hear him suck in air and I knew he was mine for the taking. I lowered my lips to his dick with a smile. I wrapped my mouth around his prick and began to work my magic as I kneaded his balls. "Oh my god" I heard him say as his eyes rolled back in his head. "We shouldn't be doing this" he whispered as he put his hands on my head and began pumping his hips, slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Then I felt one of his hands run down the front of my shirt and rest on my breast. He worked his way into my bra and began kneading my nipple, rolling and pinching it as he grabbed my head again with the other hand, pumping his cock faster into my waiting mouth. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up off of his cock, up to his face. "I think you started something that I need to finish young lady" he sternly said to me as he reached up under my skirt and ripped my panties off. He stood up and pushed me onto my back on his desk. I let out a moan, letting him know I wanted him now. "Oh god yes," I cried as he buried his face into my sopping wet cunt." He began sucking my clit, fucking me with his tongue. I couldn't believe this was happening. I felt disconnected I was experiencing an electrifying feeling. It's not like I haven't been with my share of men. But he was different. His highly skilled hands roamed my body. I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to explode. "Fuck me. . . .Please," I yelled at him as I arched my back up off the desk. "Please" I pleaded with him as he stood up and flashed me that smile. I thought I would explode right then and there, and he wasn't even touching me at that minute. Then I felt his prick at my cunt, knocking at the door so to speak. Then he suddenly shoved his cock deep inside me, as I let out a moan. "Oh yeah, oh please teach me master." I cried as he began to pump inside me. "Oh yes, yes!" He smacked the side of my ass as he grabbed for my hips and started thrusting deeper and deeper into my cunt. "Yeah baby" he moaned, looking into my eyes. "Give it to me. Let's see you let go. Come on, let go, let me see you come Jade," he chanted as he kept pumping my cunt. "Oh yes, Oh my god, I'm coming, Oh yeah" I squealed with a bunch of other inaudible sounds. As my body neared it's release. Mr. Wixton kept pumping harder and harder, faster and faster. "Oh YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" I cried as I arched my back up off the desk and began to kick and moan. "Yeah baby" he moaned as I felt his cock spurt hot cum juice into my cunt. "Oh yeah." He said one last time as he pulled his still semi-erect cock from between my legs. "I supposed you'll be the 'teacher's pet' now he said to me with a smile. I sat up and gave him a long, deep kiss and said "I'll be whatever you want me to be Mr. Wexton," with my best innocent school girl smile. And that was the beginning. Teacher's Pet Mila was tired as she stepped into her last class of the day. It was hot and stuffy in the classroom as she took her seat in the back of the class. She pulled at her ill fitting uniform, the standard plaid skirt and white blouse, her breasts straining at the flimsy buttons. It was just another thing to add to the list of things she hated about the damn school. It was her first day at Our Sister of Perpetual Help High School and she was miserable from the moment she set foot in the ancient building. She was surrounded by gawking boys and girls who hated her from the moment they saw her stunning face and figure. She was at least a year older then most of them having spent the last year touring Europe with her mother. Her mother was once a model and having 'lost her looks' she still traveled in the circle of the posh Euro-trash. They spent a time in the Riviera, they had "done" Cannes, spent a great deal of time in Crete, and in general partied for 12 months. Her mother, Lalo, having been raised in the Greek Islands said that Mila would receive enough education traveling with her. But Mila knew the truth, she was a good accessory. Lalo was still stunningly beautiful and together the two of them with their flowing auburn hair and green eyes, stopped traffic wherever they went. But that had all ended when Lalo met Paulo, a photographer from Milan. He was stunned by Lalo's beauty but did not care for her accessory, so Mila was sent to Connecticut to live with a friend of Lalo's who had left modeling to become a Soccer Mom. She hated everything about Connecticut. The faux culture and elitism put her off immediately. And now she was being subjected to the horrors of Catholic school. She considered herself to be more of a Hedonist but, despite the fact she had turned 18 in August she had to finish school somewhere. So now she sat in the back row of her Lit class and waited for the day to end. As the other students hustled into the room the scenario was the same as the 5 classes and lunch before. The boys all fought for a seat near her and the girls crowded in cliques away from her ,shooting sideways glances and whispering as only high school girls do. As Mila wiped the sweat from her brow, closing her eyes against the looming migraine, In walked Mr. Crawford. Mila had been told by the daughter of her host that he was the worst, and that he hated everyone. Though he was one of the few secular teachers at the school he was stricter than any on the nuns or priests. He proved himself worthy of that reputation in the first class. The syllabus he handed out rivaled any the students would see in their senior class or in college for that fact. He spoke in a fierce even tone, as he addressed the class. " I am not here to be your friend," were the first words he spoke. "I am here to teach you feeble minded troglodytes a thing or two about literature. There will be no more Danielle Steele or Dr. Seuss we are going to study Literature, not pansy pop culture garbage." "I do not tolerate excuses. Each assignment will be turned in on time and it will be graded accordingly. Any assignment receiving a grade of B+ or less will be redone." These comments were met by a series of grumbles from the class but Mila sat silent. She was intrigued by this man. He was the first sign of intelligent life she had seen since arriving it Connecticut. He was about six feet tall with salt and pepper hair. She guessed him to be around forty-five years old. He wore stereotypical professor clothing. A charcoal blazer with elbow patches and black trousers, a crisp, white shirt and a black and gray tie. His eyes seemed to match the gray in his jacket. His face had a look not so much of age but of experience. Mila smiled to herself knowing that this may be the only ray of light in what was going to be ,she thought, a very dismal year. They spent the rest of the class covering the syllabus and rearranging the seating. Mr. Crawford wanted them to be seated alphabetically. So, Mila Angelos who had been comfortably seated in the back of all of her classes was sent to the first seat of the first row. No sooner had she dropped herself into her new seat then the bell rang. The plethora of kids ran for the door but were stopped short by Mr. Crawford. "Do I look like a bell?" he asked directing them back to their seats. Mila who had not left hers was surprised to hear her name. "Miss. Angelos since you remained seated you may leave." Mila rose slowly form her chair and straightened her skirt. She grabbed her bag, a multi-colored back pack she had gotten in Crete and walked to the door. The silence in the room echoed in her ears as she walked to the door. She could feel the eyes of her class mates piercing her back. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she finally made it to the door. Once in the hallway she ran out the first doors she could find and reached into her bag for a cigarette. Slowly her classmates began filing out the doors. The boys all looked at her, their eyes filled with the lust of teenage boys. The girls mumbled about her under their breath. "Bitch…teachers pet…kiss up" Mila tried to block out the sounds of their laughter. She knew when she came to Connecticut that it would be difficult but now more so then ever she longed for home. Not so much her mother or the partying lifestyle but the quiet days she had spent in Crete before coming to the states. She closed her eyes and tried to bring herself back there in her mind. The clarity of who she was seemed to come out in the crystal Mediterranean waters. She longed for the sounds of village women calling out to her from their carts in the market. The smell of wild fennel and fresh basil that filled the air. The olive trees and vineyards, the beach at Balos. All of these things had become home to her and now she was stuck in the intolerably benign landscape of Connecticut. Where no one called your name, gave you fresh flowers, or even talked to one another. The kids she had met were just that kids. They were rich, snotty, brats with too much time and not enough intelligence. She had been in Connecticut since the end of July and all she had seen was a bunch of keg parties in giant homes. She had spent much of her time alone. She had gone to New York once, to the museums. She also spent quite a bit of time painting. She had hoped school would occupy some of her time but the classes she was taking were a joke, with the exception of literature. There was hope there at least. Mila opened her eyes, which brought her crashing back to the reality of Connecticut. She took one last drag on her cigarette and leaned to put it out. At that moment Mr. Crawford came out of the doors beside her. She quickly snuffed out her cigarette and began to walk away. "Miss. Angelos," he called after her. She stopped and turned to him. "Smoking is prohibited on school grounds." He stated flatly. He looked at her and waited for the response he had grown used to from the teens he taught. Mila looked like a deer caught in headlights. "I'm sorry," she offered "it is so strange getting used to being back in school. It will never happen again, I assure you". "I hope so." He smiled, evidently refreshed by her honesty. She began to walk away He called after her again, "Miss. Angelos, wait." He ran after her. "I have read your file. I was wondering if we could talk sometime, about your travels.? I spent some time in Europe myself a few years ago." Mila uttered a startled "Okay." They stood, awkwardly silent for a moment and went their separate ways. Over the next three months Mila got adjusted to how things were going to be. She had made a few acquaintances, no one of any great importance. She begrudgingly went to dances and carnivals. She would tell Lalo when she called that she was trying but that she couldn't wait to return to Crete. The only happy thing she had found was Mr. Crawford. Each Wednesday they would meet for tea. It started as brief interludes in the classroom. They would exchange pleasantries a bit of conversation. It became regular they would meet after class on Wednesdays, sitting for hours, lost in conversation, till they would have to leave when the school was closing. They would walk together despite the late autumn winds biting at them. Eventually their walks led then to Jared's home. It was a simple New England colonial. The traditional four over four design. It looked as though it had been lovingly restored in exact detail. They would sit in the library and discuss everything from Paris to Poe. Mr. Crawford, or Jared, as he insisted she now call him when they were out of class was so different then anyone she had met. He reminded her of the men in Europe. He was cultured , sophisticated and passionate. Often he would let her read the poetry he was working on. She seemed to forget that he was so much older then her, or that he was her teacher. He on the other hand never forgot. He was always on his best behavior, she could tell. And though she was still a virgin she knew that he wanted her. After spending so much time with Lalo and her "friends" Mila knew the look of lust. She knew that he was exerting a tremendous amount of self control. In class during tests he would walk up and down the aisles and he would always stop at her desk. He would put his hand on her shoulder and let it linger for a moment longer then necessary. But Mila adored the attention. She loved knowing that he wanted her and she would subtly tease him. Wearing her skirt shorter then usual, 'forgetting' to wear a bra under her white school shirt. Often when they were reading together at his house she would let her legs fall open slightly and watch his gaze drift from the pages of his book to the soft flesh between her thighs. She enjoyed their games. But to her it was so much more. She was beginning to fall in love with him and she knew in her heart he felt the same way. She knew by the way he touched her arm, by the way he looked into her eyes as he read the poems of Longfellow and Dickens. But she also knew that he was extremely disciplined. That was part of the game he liked to play with her. He liked to be stern with her in class and then be comforting and reassuring when they were alone together. She thought he liked to see the panic in her eyes when he would scold her for a less then perfect assignment. Then on Wednesday he would hold her hand across the table as she tried to perfect it. Reassuring her how talented and bright she was. It was all a game to him and she knew it. She remembered Lalo once telling her "There are two types of men. Those who want control and those who want to give up control." She had added "That goes for the bedroom as well as the boardroom." Mila knew that Jared was searching for control. Not in a negative way, it was just a game and she loved giving him that control. It gave him a spark in his eye, and it gave her a thrill in her soul. It was a long, cold winter. Mila dreamt everyday of Crete. Of finally being done with school and back on her own. With or without Lalo she could well afford to just travel the rest of her life. She had flown to Milan to see Lalo for Christmas, but returned home early. Lalo was too involved in her own new life with Paulo. Mila spent most of her time with Jared. They went to New York a few times. To the museums and once to a poetry reading in the village. Her always flirting, him always on his best behavior. On New Years eve she had snuck to his house. She wasn't sure what had made her do it, she just needed to see him. She stood in front of the sturdy oak door for quite some time, listening to the soulful blues that emanated from within. She heard Jared singing along with Billy Holliday and she giggled. Finally she gained the courage to knock. He was drunk after a party with friends. He answered the door in just black cotton slacks. His chest and feet were bare and he held a bottle of champagne in his hand. Mila was taken aback at the sight of him. His hair was ruffled his bare chest generously sprinkled with fine hair. She caught her breath at the sight of him and let out, in a voice as surprised as his look, "Happy New Year" He smiled at her, that drunken wistful smile. "Mila" he said with a smile. "Happy New Year." Before either of them knew what they were doing, she was in his arms, his naked chest pressing against the warm wool sweater she wore. Their mouths reached for each other. Their tongues touching. Hers tentative, his longing. She tasted the hot passion in his mouth and melted into him. His hands moved up under the wool to the fiery flesh beneath it. It was at that moment he froze. His senses returned and he pushed her away. "God, Mila, I'm sorry. Just go. " He begged "Please forget this happened I'm so sorry." She started to protest but left quietly. Tears in her eyes and resolve in her heart. He wanted her and she wanted him and she knew that had to be enough for now. Spring came late to Connecticut. Mila was overjoyed when the daffodils began blooming. She would be finished with school on May 25th and back on Crete by the 30th. She was torn, though, between the island she had been crying for since July and the man she would be crying for when she left. It had been difficult after that kiss. Jared was distant and awkward at first but things soon returned to normal. She valued every moment with him and as spring became more evident she spent more and more time with him. School had become unbearable for her. She had not made any real friends and she was left sitting alone in study hall and at lunch. The girls despised her and the boys now thought her a snob. She was taunted behind her back and once a girl from her lit class had seen her walking with Jared and had told everyone, adding a few details of course. Jared responded quickly and firmly to her and the Board of Directors with an explanation of tutoring Mila. To Mila he issued a harsh warning of being careful not to be seen coming or going from his house. He also would not let her visit for the month of April. She understood but she was lost without him. Her heart ached for him every moment they were apart. She craved even the simplest touch. Through the weeks she tried to distract herself with studying ,her grades suffered a bit, but May was soon upon them and she was back in Jared's home and in his arms. When she arrived at his door that warm May morning he had embraced her like a long lost love. She cried and he stroked her hair soothing and admonishing her at the same time. It was the closest they had ever been and Mila was taken in by his scent, his touch, and every fiber of his being. She nuzzled her mouth to his neck and began kissing him. He pushed her away. But not without her becoming aware of the erection he was trying to cover. She knew how badly he wanted her but understood that it couldn't be. Not now and soon she would go back to Crete and Jared would still be in Connecticut. They met almost everyday for the first weeks of May. On the weekends she would lie and say she was going to the mall or wherever. They took a day and went to Mystic. She dressed in a small red and black pleated skirt and a black blouse that was almost shear. Jared had kept his eyes on her for the whole day. But he kept his distance. They had walked through the quaint village talking and laughing, feeling at once free and still restrained. When she reached to hold his hand he pulled away. It was all a part of the game they played. Her, the virgin whore and him the saint. While theirs was a friendship so pure the undertones of sexuality enveloped everything they did together. Back at school the next Monday, Mila sat through all of her classes waiting to be in Jared's. It was exam prep week and most of the time in her classes was devoted to that. When she walked into Lit class she looked to her classmates and they all seemed to stare at her… more then usual. They were silent but for a few whispers. She looked to Jared's desk and he was not there. Unusual. The late bell rang and still he was not there. The class began to chatter a little bit more. But no one spoke to Mila, not unusual. Five minutes past late bell Sister Michael Catherine came in and announced she would be taking over Mr. Crawford's classes till the end of the semester. Everyone looked to Mila with accusing eyes. She began to sweat. All through class she was in some other world. A world that was inhabited by only Her and the clock, which ticked away the seconds so slowly each tick, tick, tick was burned into Mila's brain. The final bell rang and Mila jumped from her seat. Running for the door stuffing her book bag as she ran. It was only 4 blocks to Jared's but it seemed to take forever. Her lungs burned with the exertion, her legs felt like they were made of lead. When she finally reached the door she pounded it with her fists calling out his name. When the door finally opened Jared stood before her pale and visibly shaken. He was wearing the suit he'd had on when they first met. In his hand he held a glass of Jack Daniels. He looked at her with eyes so cold it made her heart tear "You shouldn't be here, " he said "Haven't you done enough?" Mila looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?" she asked. Jared started to walk away, closing the door. Mila put her body between the door and would not let it close. He just walked away saying "Please, just go. I don't know what you want from me." Mila ran after him, tears welling in her eyes. "I want to know why you aren't teaching any more? Why did you leave and not tell me?" Jared looked at her glaringly and in the voice he had used that first day in class, cold and unfeeling, he said "You just couldn't keep your mouth shut could you? I should have known that you were just a child like the rest of them. You seemed so different" He sat in the cranberry wing chair near the table where they had spent so may hours. Mila began crying hysterically and threw herself to her knees, her hands grasping for him. "What do you mean?" she pleaded "What did I do? Please Jared talk to me." Jared spoke with contempt in his voice," Who did you tell? Huh? Who did you tell about Mystic?" Mila looked up at him confused. So bewildered her sobbing stopped. " I didn't tell anyone" she promised "I don't know what you mean. I don't have anyone to tell even if I had wanted to." Her mind began working, processing his words. It finally dawned on her that someone had found out about their trip to Mystic. She looked up at Jared pleading. "I swear I didn't tell anyone, What happened please?" Jared let his eyes fall to the pathetic form curling into his lap. He looked into her brilliant green eyes, rimmed with red from her tears, and knew she was telling the truth. His hands went to her head stroking her hair which was tied in her customary braid for school. In his most soothing voice he apologized and let unfold the events of the day. He had been called to a meeting of the board first thing in the morning and told that they were aware of his inappropriate conduct with a female student. He was shocked and had demanded details and was told that they knew he had been with Mila in Mystic and "also on many other occasions". He was told that for the sake of the schools reputation and Mila's ,if he left quietly no one would have to know the details of his dismissal. Mila looked up to him with astonishment, "And you agreed?" she asked "you let them scare you away?" Jared just nodded. But he had an odd look of relief on his face "I don't care about my job. I just wanted to make sure that everything would be easy for you, with only two weeks left I didn't want to mess up your chances of finishing school. I love you." Mila froze at the sound of those words. She had waited so long to hear them she thought she was dreaming. "I love you, Jared." She finally replied. They smiled at each other and all the events of the day slipped away. It was just them, back in their own private world. Jared put his hand under her chin and lifted her face , he leaned to kiss her and Mila melted into his lips. There was fire in their kiss, it had been so long in coming that it was like an explosion. Mila's hands still in his lap, felt his rising erection. Jared pulled away from their kiss and looked at Mila with the sweet evil grin he got when they were teasing one another. He moved his hand from her face to her hair, tugging lightly on her braid. Teacher's Pet "You were not careful were you Miss. Angelos?" he taunted her. "You let people see you trying to seduce me, didn't you?" Mila nodded and smiled "Yes, Sir" "You know I will not tolerate such insolent and careless behavior," Jared continued. Mila responded in a meek voice "I am sorry for my behavior, It won't happen again." She smiled. Jared pulled her up, gently, by her hair, into his lap. Her legs muscular and tan, straddled his. She could feel his cock pushing against her. Again, by her hair he pulled her ear to his mouth. He whispered to her in a voice filled with want. "You know you have been teasing me, you like to tease me don't you? You like to flash me knowing I can't touch you, making me get hard looking at your virgin body." Mila let out a slow moan. Jared continued "You like making me want you, you like showing off your little body don't you?" Mila nodded and Jared tugged her hair and she yelped "Yes, Sir." "You know that your behavior has been completely inappropriate, don't you?" Again she moaned, "Yes, Sir." "You know I need to discipline you." He taunted her. The thought of his hands on her made Mila cry out "Oh, yes. I need to be disciplined. I need a firm hand like yours." Her small blue skirt was up around her thighs and her white thong left her ass exposed to the first of his stinging spanks. It was followed quickly by another, and another. With each spank Mila's virgin pussy was thrust into Jared's throbbing cock. She could feel it straining at the fabric of his pants. She moaned loudly with each of the slaps on her tender ass. Jared continued to taunt her. "You wanted this didn't you?" "Yes, Sir" she cried "You wanted to make me punish you didn't you?" "Yes, Sir" again. Mila pushed her breasts into his face and he pulled at the buttons with his teeth ripping them off. Exposing her bare breasts. They were firm and her nipples hard. He took each one in turn into his mouth and rolled over them with his tongue. The pleasure she felt was immeasurable. Just as she was lulled into the rolling motion on her nipple he would spank her and grasp her nipple with his teeth. She cried out with pleasure, grinding her now soaking wet pussy into him. She could feel his zipper against her clit. She could feel the throb of his cock and she wanted more. She reached her hands down to feel him and he pushed her away. She landed perfunctorily on the floor at his feet. "He slowly unzipped his charcoal slacks and removed his cock from its restraint. He began stroking it slowly, tormenting her. Each time she would move to him he would push her away. "Is this what you want?" he asked "Do you want my cock?" "Yes, Sir" Mila begged "Please I want to touch you, I want to feel your cock in my hands and my mouth.. I want to feel it in me." "Do you deserve it?" he countered quickly "Do you… with your slutty behavior and carelessness, do you deserve to feel my cock." Mila sobbed "No, but I am trying to be good. I want to please you. I want to lick you and kiss you and make you feel all the pleasure you are giving me." "Get on your knees." he ordered and Mila quickly followed his command. The rough carpeting below her scraping her knees. Jared kneeled in front of her and let his cock fall just inches away from the reach of her tongue. She stuck her tongue out in vain trying to reach him but his hands firm on her shoulders kept her from reaching him. Her eyes were begging him to let her close and his revealed the pleasure he was getting for finally consummating their 'little game' Jared began stroking his cock again. Since he had freed her shoulders Mila's mouth was on the head in an instant. She began bathing him with her tongue. Licking off every glorious drop of his precum. Jared removed his shirt and tie and wiggled out of his slacks and boxers. Leaving him naked. He leaned himself over her nubile body and began removing hers. First her crisp white shirt with its torn buttons then her blue plaid skirt then her soaking wet white cotton thong. It left her wearing only her white knee socks and burgundy penny loafers which instead of pennies held drachma from Crete. He liked the way she looked nude. Pure and virginal, except for her rosy lips wrapped around his aching cock. She began to thrust her mouth on him quicker and quicker bringing him to the brink of orgasm. With a swift slap to her ass he stopped her cold. Her eyes tilted up to him questioningly. "Slow down" he said firmly. "I don't want to cum in your mouth. When I do decide to cum it is going to be in your virgin cunt." Mila moaned, The vibrations traveling the length of his rod. She felt she could not wait much longer to have him in her. But she knew she must. Jared again leaned his torso over her this time allowing his finger to search out the wet lips of her pussy. He began stroking her lips and clit. Feeling the mouth of her cunt contracting each time his fingers neared it. Upon feeling this Jared lost all thought of games of control. He knew he had to have her. He wanted to posses her the way she could only be had once. He wanted to take her. Make her his forever. He pushed her hot mouth off of him and laid her on her back. He began kissing and licking every inch of her body, feeling her quivering beneath him. He took her nipples into his mouth and licked and bit them gently. His tongue wound its way down her belly to the mossy warmth between her thighs. He inhaled her aroma deeply wanting to savor it, His tongue pushed apart her lips and began lapping up all the juices she had spent for him. He sought out her clit and nipped and licked it bringing her to an almost immediate orgasm. Once she had cum he knew she was ready. He crawled back up her body and kissed her deeply. He stood and lifted her tiny body with him He carried her up the stairs to the master suite and laid her on the exposed feather bed, He spread her legs. Lifting her hips to open her up to him and with one hand guided his cock to her. Mila was silent in words but her face spoke a million words of love, passion and the inevitable fear of a virgin. His throbbing cock lay for a moment in the exterior wetness before he began slowly sliding it in to her. Mila cried out, in pain and ecstasy. "Oh , God. I love you Jared" she cried out. He responded with words muffled by the groans of feeling her tight cunt around him. He pushed in and out slowly allowing her to become comfortable with the feeling of him inside her. Moving deeper with each thrust till he was fully engulfed her in warmth. His mouth moved again to her breasts nursing at them like a hungry child as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. He was consumed by his passion for her. He wanted to make it slow but his body would not agree. His cock was swelling inside her and he knew he would be cumming soon. He lowered his body to cover her completely. His mouth seeking out her neck and ears. Moaning the words that only come with true passion and love. He felt her body rise to meet his with each push. Bringing him closer and closer to the edge. She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him all the way into her crying out for him. Jared's head began to spin as he rammed her harder. He felt the warmth of his orgasm coming to a head. With a final thrust he shot his hot sperm into her waiting cunt. Shot after shot filling her to the brink. He kept thrusting slowly feeling the hot mixture of their cum. He didn't want it to end. She lay, still writhing, beneath him. Their bodies glistening, their breathing husky and filled with emotion that could not be spoken. His thrusts slowed and he lay on top of her silent. He moved only once, between her thighs, to bring his mouth to her saturated lips and taste the salty sweet mixture of their love. Mila, rested her head on the back of her seat. Her hands resting on her belly. The last weeks a blur. There had been a meeting with the school board. Accusations made and denied, but all were futile. Jared was allowed to resign and Mila expected to continue the last week of finals with "All due discretion." She had seen Jared only twice in that week once more they had made love and once a tearful goodbye. She begged him to let her stay. He turned her away saying there was no life for them in Connecticut she needed to move on. Now she waited, her eyes closed, for the sounds of take off to bring her home to Crete. Mila walked the beach at Balos. Her heart aching for Jared. It had been four months and though he wrote she missed him terribly. The empty beach lay before her, there was not a soul for what seemed like forever. It was a gentle misting rain but it scared away the tourists. It was then she heard her name. Without looking she knew it was him. She turned quickly and began to run to him. Tears filled her eyes and then she was in his arms. Home, at last. The two of them together in Crete. She could not speak nor could he, she simply moved his hand to her belly, now slightly round and full. Evidence of not only their moments of passion months before but of the undying love of lifetimes to come. Teacher's Pet She walks towards him, hips swaying slightly in the confident, provocative manner he knows so well. She is just 18, and still so inexperienced, despite her worldly-wise attitude and overdone make-up. She is trying so hard to look older, thinking that plastering her face is the way to do it, but she's still so naïve. She gives him the hard, cool look she seems to think so sophisticated, and he knows that she thinks she can see right through him. He is standing outside the doorway into his office. The door is open slightly and he pushes it wider. He says nothing as she enters showing no fear, despite what is to come. She tries so hard to appear not to care. All he can do is watch, taking in her swaying bottom in its tight, short skirt, her long hair hanging so gracefully over her shoulders... He closes the door behind her and walks past her, catching the sweet scent of her perfume as he moves around to sit behind his desk. She stands in front of him, hands behind her back. Her breasts are pushed forward and strain the buttons of her tight blouse, and he can't help but admire them, as she looks past him and stares out of the small dormer window which provides the only natural light in his small attic room. "Sophie," he breaks the silence. "Do you know why you have been sent to me?" She gives him a sulky pout. "Yes, Sir." He waits for her to continue, but she is staring out of the window once more, and he feels a little impatient. His feelings show in his voice as he asks, "So why is that?" She looks him in the eye, a wry smile on her face, and tells him, "Miss Brown says I'm a slut, Sir." "And are you?" the words are out before he can stop himself. "I... I mean, why does she say that?" "Because of the way I dress, Sir," she says, smiling. He takes this as an invitation to look at her clothing in more detail. Her blouse is open at the neck, her school tie hanging loosely around the collar. The thin material of the white blouse shows her black bra clearly underneath. Her skirt is way too short, and she wears black stockings - he can tell because the lacey tops show just below her hemline. Her black high-heeled shoes are far from regulation, but when she walks they contribute to the sexual sway of her hips. "Well I have to agree with her that what you're wearing is more than a little inappropriate for school," he says finally, as he feels his temperature, amongst other things, rising. "And of course your make-up and those ear rings will have to go too. There is no doubt you will have to be punished for your conduct." He can see that this statement has little effect on her. She's expecting a few detentions, and having to wear regulation uniform for a while, because this is all that normally happens. This time, he's decided, it will be different. If she's determined to be a slut, she will get the punishment that a slut deserves. He stands. She looks at him defiantly and he frowns slightly. "This time you won't get off as lightly as you have in the past, Sophie." He walks over to the corner of the room, where there is an umbrella stand. He selects a thin cane from amongst several he keeps there, just in case. Turning, he sees the uncertainty in her face, this time she is less self-assured as she sees what he holds. She chews on her lip, the scarlet lipstick contrasting sharply with the whiteness of her teeth. He walks towards her, and pulls a chair out from under the desk. Placing it to one side of her, he walks over to the door and locks it. Now she is really worried. This room is so far from the rest of the school, and anyway most people will have left for home by now. "Bend over the back of the chair, now!" he orders. She looks at him in the forlorn hope that maybe he is just playing with her, that it's all some weird joke - no one gets caned any more, do they? "Do it!," this time he won't be disobeyed. She bends forward and places her hands on the seat, leaning her body against the tall upright back, and feeling the hard frame pushing into her waist. Her hair falls forward, covering her face, but she is shaking slightly and he sees her fear. "Sophie, you are a slut," he tells her, "and you need to know how sluts are treated. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," she mumbles. "Louder! Tell me what you are," he demands, and she almost shouts it out, "Yes Sir, I'm a slut." He walks slowly around behind her, and stands for a while, admiring her tight cheeks in the little black lace panties which he had imagined she would wear under that short skirt. He wonders how many of the boys in the school have been given this pleasure. Well, he thinks, it's about time this little slut experienced a man. "Spread your legs a little, Sophie, and stick out your bottom, that's right." He reaches forward and runs the cane gently over her rounded contours, and she gasps softly as she feels it. "But this won't do. Naughty girls have to be caned on their bare flesh, so that they can really feel their punishment," and he reaches forward, taking the elastic of her panties in one hand and pulling them slowly down to reveal her beautiful, smooth skin. He places them at her knees, and tells her to spread her legs wider - the panties must on no account fall to the floor, or there will be further punishment. He can't resist touching her any longer. His hand strokes that sweet behind, caressing it gently as he prepares her for her lesson. His fingers probe between her cheeks and slowly move forward until he can feel the wetness seeping from her velvety cunt. He knew this would be a turn-on for her, a true slut. She moans as his fingers explore, almost forgetting the threat of the caning. He is aware of his cock, so hard in his trousers now that it's almost painful, and reluctantly takes his hand away. He has to correct her... first. Standing back, he runs his cane over her bare bottom once more, then pulls it back. "Count for me, Sophie," he commands, as he takes the first stroke. Not too hard, this first one... swish! But she screams nonetheless, more in surprise than pain, as it stings her cheeks. She stands and rubs her bottom, looking around at him, but he pushes her back into position. "You didn't count, Sophie. That will mean an extra stroke," he informs her. "Please Sir, no!" she complains, and he takes another stroke. "From one, Sophie!." "One!" she cries, as she feels a more intense stinging sensation. Again, he strokes her with the cane, and she cries out, "Two!" And now he is in his stride, and he gives her eight more strokes in rapid succession, each one measured to be slightly harder than the last. "Ten!" she screams, finally. He looks down, yes, the panties are still in place at her knees. He smiles. Moving forward, he gently touches the red welts which are forming on those perfect cheeks, and she winces. Bending down, he kisses each one softly, his tongue outlining them and caressing her skin. Her soft sobbing gives way to sensual moans as he pulls her cheeks apart and laps gently at her soaking wet cunt with his tongue, tasting her sweet juices. His fingers explore, spreading her engorged labia, and feeling for her tight hole. He pushes up slowly, feeling his way into her softness, his finger sliding easily deep inside her. He knows she is ready for him, but she needs another lesson first. "Stand up and turn around, Sophie," he says. "Your tie is a mess. Take it off!" Looking him in the eye, she complies, reaching up and slowly pulling it undone, then dropping it to the floor at his feet. He notices that she still stands with her legs spread, holding up the panties, and that the short, tight skirt has risen on her thighs, exposing more of the stocking tops. Her blouse is unbuttoned to her cleavage. He grasps the front and rips it open, exposing her round breasts in their push-up bra. "The blouse is torn, Sophie," he points out, "It'll have to come off." Obligingly, she slips it off her shoulders and it drops to the ground behind her. He is so hard now that he can barely think of anything else, but he persists with her inspection. "Take off the panties, please. But don't let them touch the floor," he warns. She lifts up each leg in turn and slips the panties quickly over her feet, bunching them up and holding out her hand to offer them to him. Taking them, he pushes them deep into his pocket. "Now, Sophie, pull up your skirt for me, I want to see your pussy," he orders. Slowly, seductively, she hitches up the hem and exposes her partially shaven cunt. "Spread your legs a little wider," he says, and she does so, ankles straining on those heels. "You are a good little slut, Sophie, and I need you to do something for me now. Kneel at my feet, please." "Yes, Sir," she says, and falls to her knees, legs still spread and skirt around her waist. She looks up at him as he moves closer to her, grabbing a handful of her long hair. "Unzip me," he says, and her hands move quickly to obey. He undoes the trouser button and she pulls them down for him. She knows what to do, is not wholly inexperienced, and she takes his straining cock into her soft hand and guides it to her mouth. Leaning back against his desk, he sighs as she caresses his hardness with her soft, wet tongue, her red lips closing around the tip as she starts to suck. But, too soon, he is close to cumming and he doesn't want that yet. "Stand up, now," he tells her hoarsely, "and take off that slutty bra!" She stands and he watches as she unfastens it and slowly pulls the straps down her slender arms, finally exposing her erect, dark pink nipples to his gaze. Bending forward, he takes the left into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently as he squeezes the right with his hand. She moans, "Oh Sir," and he reaches around to unzip her skirt and push it off her hips, letting it fall and allowing her to step out of it. She stands in front of him, unashamed at her near-nakedness, and he admires her body as he removes his own clothes to reveal his well muscled chest and thighs. He can see her appraising look, and is thankful that he keeps in shape. He has to have her, now! "Bend over the desk, please," he tells her, and she leans forward exposing that beautiful rear to him once more, the stripes subsiding now. With one thrust, he is deep inside her and she gasps at the force of his entry. She is so wet now, but also so tight, and he finds it hard to stay in control. His hands on the desk, arms supporting him above her, he slowly moves in and out, savouring every thrust, as she sighs with pleasure. She moves closer to the edge of the desk allowing her clit to rub against it each time he pushes into her. Stopping briefly, he turns her over to lie on her back, and thrusts into her once more as he reaches forward to cup her soft breasts in his large hands. Her legs are spread wide and he enters her so deeply. A sheen of sweat glistens on her body and her eyes are closed as she moans and calls his name, and he knows she is very close to orgasm. "Cum with me, Sophie, my slut," he says, "I want to fill you now," knowing he can hold back no longer. Moments later, his cum explodes into her waiting body, and he feels her spasm with her own pleasure. Slumping forward, he kisses her throat and neck, and lies there for a while, exhausted. "You are my slut," he tells her, when he gets his breath back, "don't forget this lesson, or I will have you here again." She winks at him, "No Sir, I won't forget." He rises and sits in a chair, watching as his slut, his colleague, Miss Brown, dresses. And as she leaves, she turns to give him that sexy grin he knows so well, and to confirm, "Same time next week?" Teacher's Pet Everybody in my family is a bit swifter than the average bear. My father is an English professor, my mother is a pediatrician. My older sister graduated from college at 19 and became a teacher, which brings us to my problem. She's MY teacher! Sally is about the cutest, hottest ex-cheerleader in the teaching biz. Last year, when she was still in college, she was the Homecoming Queen. I mean, for a school with 35,000 students and more girls than boys, that is really saying something. Well, she got her degree and her teaching credential and immediately got a job teaching English at her old school, which is now my school. I've just turned 18 and she is now 20, so there isn't that much difference between our ages, but I'm still in high school and she's my teacher. It could be embarrassing if I let it, but I just laughed when anybody brought it up. The principal asked me if I would have a problem with Sally being my teacher and I told him it would be a problem only if she flunked me. He was relieved to let me stay in her class because it eliminated some paperwork for him. I had been lusting after my sister for who knows how long? As far back as I could remember, I had been trying to see up her skirt or down her blouse or through her bikini or whatever else she covered her fantastic body up with. Some people think you shouldn't fuck your sister. Hell, I would have fucked her non-stop for the last bunch of Sundays if she would have ever let me get close enough to sniff her good stuff. As far as I'm concerned, incest taboos are for people who don't understand genetics and recessive genes. Sally's body is one of those tight little packages that just seems to burst with sexuality. Her long, honey blonde hair is usually in a pony tail, unless she is dressing mature for her teaching job, then she puts it in a bun and wears a long wool skirt, to try to look older than twenty. As soon as she gets home, she's immediately in sweats or shorts or anything loose and casual. I keep hoping to catch her changing sometime, but so far it hasn't happened. Not only am I nearly as old as Sally, but there is one kid in class who is older than she is. He got held back some and could just drop out, but his mother got him to promise on her deathbed that he would stick it out and go on to college. He's as dumb as a board, but he's big and any college will give him all the help he needs to make it to the pros, while dragging their football hopes with him. When I say big, I mean this guy is like Man Mountain Magoo. The big English book we use just sort of disappears in his hand. He sits all the way at the back of the room so he can stretch out his long legs. In fact, that's not all he stretches out. Sometimes, I look back under my arm and it looks like he has a towel rolled up under his pants leg. The guy must be hung like a mule! My sweet little innocent sister must have noticed the same thing, because sometimes her voice would squeak and she would look like she was sweating. It was a long time before I connected these symptoms with the timing of Big Jim's displays of affection for her, because that's what they were, I realized. Jim was in awe of her. I pitied the poor son-of-a-bitch who would attempt any sort of harm to my sister if Jim was in the vicinity or heard about it. For her part, she welcomed his attention in a sisterly manner, but then the business with his trouser snake started. Without too much difficulty, I maneuvered my chair so that I could watch them both almost simultaneously. Sally would get passionate about some Elizabethan sonnet or some such and Jim would get carried away with her. Only, she was carried away on some higher spiritual plane and Jim only had one plane. If it feels good, fuck it! When Sally would wax passionate, Jim would get a tremendous boner that would sneak down his pants leg, threatening to burst the seams on his worn out jeans. Sally's eyes would lock on his condition and she would begin talking faster and faster, as if she could make it go back down if she finished before he got his gun. I also noticed that she seemed to be squirming in her seat, and one hand was all I ever saw at any given time. I couldn't actually tell if she had the other one in her crotch, but the conditions didn't preclude the possibility. There was only one thing to do. I stayed after class one day and removed the modesty panel in the front of her desk that hid her legs from the view of all of us horny guys trying desperately to sneak a peek at a little bit of lace. From my desk, her entire chair seat was visible. Waiting has never been my strong suit, but somehow the next class period finally rolled around. None of the girls in the class appeared to notice the absence of the modesty panel, but some of the guys perked right up. They might not have been aware of the scenario I assumed had been going on, but they could still enjoy the prospect of catching a glimpse of Sally's legs--maybe all the way to the top. Before long, there were no girls at all sitting on the line down the center of the room, with a view through the modesty panel. All those desks had been taken by guys wanting a glimpse of the good stuff. The tension in the room rose and so did the temperature, with all those hot, horny guys sweating so expectantly. The first half of the class passed uneventfully. Sally stood for nearly all of it, and when she sat, it was with a very modest slide into the chair, her long skirt wrapped way down her legs. I fancied I could hear a rumble of discontent coming from all the clearly disappointed voyeurs-in-waiting. During the second half of the period, Sally got into one of Shakespeare's more bawdy selections and began to heat up. She loosened her blouse at the throat and took a drink of water before beginning to read out loud to us. Never before had I heard her put so much feeling and passion into Shakespeare. His words came alive, as did the true meaning of his words. Funny how I had never realized what a horny old fart he was. Once she put it to us this way, we understood exactly what he was saying and boy was it hot! Even Jim seemed to pick up on it, although he may have simply been grooving on Sally's body language. She must have sensed all the sexual vibes emanating from the voyeurs' club, although she should have been somewhat accustomed to it by now. For whatever reason, she seemed to hit a higher note that day than any other so far. For a long time, she was too excited to sit, but she kept bending further and further forward, as if she were trying to get her belly to rub against her clit, or something, to relieve the distress she appeared to be in. I snuck a glance back at Jim and my jaw dropped. It looked as if he had two legs down one side, and one of them swelled with his heartbeat. Then I saw his hand begin to rub it, slowly and tenderly, in time to the cadence of Sally's voice. Sally couldn't take any more and almost flung herself down in her chair. Her skirt caught on her heel or whatever, and pulled up completely around her waist, exposing her legs all the way to heaven. Her panty-covered pussy was winking at 20 of the horniest guys on the face of the earth, through the panel of her saturated panties. In my wildest fantasies, I had never, ever, ever hoped for anything as extreme as this. My dick joined every other one in the room in leaping to instant Code Red (but I have a feeling mine was closer to purple than red, if the pain in my plum was any indication). Regardless of the color, there was no way I could keep my hands out of my lap. If I had, we would not have achieved 100% participation, which we accomplished with ease. Every guy in class had his hand in his lap and his eyes glued to the teacher's crotch. Teacher's eyes were glued to Big Jim's "Big Jim", and appeared to be completely oblivious to the incredulous stares of the beneficiaries of my work on her desk. Thinking that anything she did under her desk was shielded from our prying eyes, Sally surreptitiously stole a finger slowly down her belly to her seat of passion. The girls in the class probably interpreted her sigh of passion as her response to the passage she was reading to us. After all, it was pretty racy and Sally was reading it with raw emotion. The boys could see why she was sighing. Her middle finger was buried in her juicy cunt, behind the sloppy mess of her lace panties, and was busily stroking herself to a climax, which she appeared to be trying to time so that she and Big Jim could come together, so to speak. Little did she know that we were about to set a record Guinness could have used for marketing purposes. TWENTY MEN AND A WOMAN ACHIEVE SIMULTANEOUS ORGASM. I could just see the headline now. Ok, so most of us weren't exactly men, but what the hell. Oh well, if I were about to have greatness thrust upon me, why not relax and enjoy it? We might have missed it slightly, or failed to time ourselves exactly simultaneously, but we were so engrossed in Sally's voice and the movement of her fingers in her swampy pussy, that our normal tendency to shoot our load within seconds of getting hard was delayed a bit. The ringing of the bell did it! I guess it was the jangle of an unexpected alarm that added just the right touch of adrenaline to kick us all off. My pants leg was dripping cum and so were the legs of everybody I could see. Sally was leaning back in her chair, looking exhausted while continuing to idly toy with her cunt. The girls in the class filed out of the room, mumbling congratulations to Sally for the amazingly interesting insight into Shakespeare, but she seemed to not be able to hear them. She simply smiled toward the back of the room, where Jim sat. Right then and there is where the $250 big ones I had spent for my James Bond/Dick Tracy-type Casio wrist camera/watch paid off in spades. I almost forgot I was wearing it. It was really a better watch than a camera, but it did indeed take color pictures of anything it was pointed at, and could store 75 or so of them. I don't know how many I took of Sally's wet cunt and fingers before focusing on my co-ejaculators around the room. Oddly enough, hardly any boy had moved from his seat. By unspoken agreement and post-ejaculatory fatigue, we were still in our chairs several minutes after all the girls had left the room. If it hadn't been the last class of the day, the room would have already been filled with the incoming class, Sally's vision must have narrowed down to a pencil beam, She was grinning from ear to ear, as were we all, but she did not seem to be capable of seeing us. Her entire filed of view was occupied by Big Jim and the monster still raging in his jeans. Slowly, very slowly, the incredible level of excitement dissipated like morning fog. Sally eventually shook her head as if she had suddenly realized that she would have no explanation for anyone asking her what was going on. The guys began to slide awkwardly out of their seats and crab toward the door, trying vainly to hide their remaining degree of erection and their soggy pants legs behind their books. "Great class, Ms. Long!", a couple of them managed to croak as they filed past her to the door. "You really brought Shakespeare to life for me, Ms. Long. I really got off on it.", another one got his strength and wit back sufficiently to throw at her. I went up to her desk and whispered, "Gosh, Sis. I'm going to remember this class for a very long time. You are one hot teacher." I put a lot of feeling into the "hot", causing Sally to look at me quizzically. I didn't usually call her "Sis" in class, but since I was whispering, she didn't make an issue of it. "Can I hitch a ride home with you?" "What's the matter with your bike?" "Oh, nothing. There's something I want to discuss with you on the way home. Ok?" "Sure. No problem. Just give me a few minutes to go to the bathroom and get freshened up. I'll be with you in about five minutes." She looked wistfully one more time at Jim, still sitting in a pool of cum, and finally appeared to notice all the other guys sitting around. "What are all of you boys still doing here? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" "Uh, yeah. We, uh, we had a little business to discuss, Ms. Long. We're thinking about forming a Shakespeare club." "Oh, that's nice. Would you like for me to be your sponsor? I'm so happy you are taking an interest in "The Bard". "The who?" "Never mind. Just let me know when you're having your next meeting and I'll be sure to come." "So will we, Ms. Long", they chorused, although they probably had another kind of cum in mind. I waited for Sally by her car, to have something to hide my sticky crotch behind. "Hey, Bro. What's up? What did you want to discuss with me? Get in, sit down, hold on and shut up, as they say. Hey, why are your pants all wet? What's all that stuff?" We were zooming through the neighborhood in her little Audi TT convertible when I told her. "It's exactly what it looks like, Sis. Every guy in class came when you did, including me. That's why all of us are sitting in a pool of cum." "What? Whatever are you talking about? What do you mean, 'when I came'? Came where?" "I didn't say you came anywhere. I said we got our rocks at the same time you got yours." Her face turned seven shades of purple when she realized what I must have meant, but she seemed determined to bluff her way out of it. I won't go into all the details of her righteous indignation, exasperation and embarrassment to have her own brother accuse her of something so perverted and filthy that she was uncomfortable to even discuss it--especially with her younger brother. "Ok, Sally. Have it your way. You can let me out here. I'll walk back and get my bike. I have some pictures to print out, anyway. In fact, you may be interested in them. In fact, you may want to buy them from me." It began to dawn on her. I told you at the start that she was pretty savvy. "Just when did you take these pictures you're going to print?" "Why, Sally, dear. Just a few minutes ago, as you sat behind your desk with your finger in your wet pussy, right in front of twenty horny guys who all came in their pants, watching you fingerfuck yourself." "But you didn't have a camera in class." Guess she didn't realize what she had just admitted to. I held up my wrist and showed her the clearly marked label that said "wrist camera", and showed her the lens. "But you can't see under my desk..." Her voice trailed off as she grasped the implications. It would do me no good to lie about it. The truth would be too easy to check. "You removed my modesty panel, didn't you?" "Afraid so." "Why you little bastard! I'll cut your balls off and ram them down your throat." "Sis, the only throat my balls are going down is yours." "What makes you think so?" "Because I downloaded the pictures from my wrist cam to a floppy while I waited for you and gave the floppy to Bill Withers to keep for me." "Oh. Blackmail, huh?" "Blackmail sounds like such a dirty word, so it must be the right one. Yeah, Sis. I'm blackmailing you for a piece of that gorgeous ass you've been waving in my face all my life." "Is that all you want?" "All? Does giving me a piece of your ass strike you as so little I might have had a chance to get a little of it without blackmailing you?" "All you had to do was ask, little brother. I would have fucked your balls off any time you wanted me." Her hand reached across the short space between our seats and squeezed my rod through my jeans. "Hey! Don't waste a good squeeze on blue jeans." I whipped my zipper down and extracted a fair sized chunk of meat for her squeezing pleasure. "Oh, Wyden! You're so impulsive. Here, I'll give you a little squeeze, then let's go back and get that floppy disk from Bill. You won't be needing it any more." I told you she was smart up front, but I mentioned that none of us are dummies, which is exactly what I would have been if I had fallen for her act. It wouldn't take too long to learn how sincere the offer of free pussy from my sister was going to be when she thought the threat of discovery was gone. I could wait. I left my dick out and allowed her to squeeze it all the way back to the school, and zipped up only to go looking for Billy. He was right where I had asked him to wait. "There he is, Sis!" "Oh, good. Run tell him you want it back. Ok?" "Sure, Sis. We're going to have a lot of fun together, huh?" "We sure are, Wyden. I can hardly wait to feel your big, fat prick stretching my tight little pussy so wide it hurts me." She would have been smarter to not lay it on so thick. It was going to be very interesting to see how long the sweetness and light lasted when she regained the upper hand. "Here it is, Sis." "Good. Give it to me. Thanks." Old "Sweetness and Light" died a painful death within milliseconds. Sally threw that poor floppy down like it was contaminated with Bubonic Plague and stamped it to smithereens under her heels. There wasn't a straight surface left anywhere on the casing. That floppy would never go anywhere near the insides of a disk drive again. "There, you little prick! There! Let's see you pull that blackmail shit on somebody a little slower than you in the future. I'll have your ass for this little trick. You're flunking my class and I'm putting you on detention for the rest of the year. How dare you try to blackmail me for sex?" She went on and on. I watched her lips move, but I was really watching her tits rise and fall as she stamped around and jumped up and down on that floppy disk. Man! she was one hot sister. I thought she might never calm down, but she finally quieted enough for me to get in a word. "Sis?" "What? What the fuck do you want?" "Does this mean that a blow job is out of the question?" I've heard of people spluttering before, but this was my first personal, up close experience with a splutterer. She actually frothed at the mouth, she was so pissed at my gaul that she was making bubbles. I loved it! "Sis?" "What?" "See that little white label on that beat up floppy you just destroyed?" "Yes! What of it?" I picked it up and held it in front of her eyes. "Oh, my God", she moaned. "Oh, my God. Please, no. Please don't let it be." "It's true", I assured her calmly. "I'll be expecting you in my room tonight, about 11:00. Wear something sexy so I can watch you strip. Bring a few toys. I can't keep it up all night and we will need something to keep your pussy stretched while I recover for another round. Plan on spending the night. I love the idea of waking up to a nice blow job. Doesn't that sound nice to you?" My big sister gave me a withering look and strode off toward her car, her shoulders slumped in defeat. I picked up the floppy and grinned to myself. Telling Billy to write "Copy # 137" on it had been the best idea I ever had in my whole life. I was pretty sure that there was a lot of hot nookie in Billy's future, too. (Dear reader, If you have enjoyed my story and feel like letting me know, or just want to bitch about it, please e-mail me directly. My mail from Literotica has been blocked by some non-fans, since May. If you have sent comments to me with no response, I want you to know that I appreciate and answer all e-mails I receive that contain serious comment. Over one million of you have read my stories this year, so you must like them. One or two of you may have sent a comment. Please send it again. I care what you think. Thank you.) Teacher's Pet I could still recall Sean as an innocent, cherubic-looking grade nine student four years earlier. He would have been about fifteen at the time and in my friend Gayle’s home room that year. Even then he had a lovely quality about him; he was a gentle little kid, but already good-looking in a very nascent, undeveloped sort of way. By the time he reached grade twelve and enrolled in my elective art class, he had blossomed into a very handsome young man of eighteen. He was easily one of the best-looking students at the high school where I taught, but was too timid and soft-spoken to ever be a member of the ‘pretty people’ elite. Still, he always seemed to be in the company of pretty girls; all kinds of girls for that matter, and it was probably because he was among that rare breed of high school-age boys, the ones that had more girl friends than guy friends, that made him an object of suspicion among guys his age. The previous year, in grade eleven, he had been a constant companion of a very pretty grade twelve student named, Christine. They made a lovely couple, but the following September it was rumoured that the two of them had ‘broken up’. Student romances were, sad to say, always fun to observe from the sidelines -- like some teenage soap opera that helped alleviate some of the boredom some of us teachers felt from time to time. Classes started that September and my grade twelve art class was a nice group. I always enjoyed my grade twelves; being only a year away from ‘reality’ tended to make them a great deal more mature than grade elevens. Stepping out of our ‘teacher shoes’ for a moment one day, Gayle and I observed how much of a ‘hotbod’ Sean really had become! Standing and giggling together conspiratorially in the hall, we watched him walk by on his way to class. He looked to be about 6’ 2”; slim with broad shoulders, and, ahem … quite a sexy-looking butt from where we were both standing. He had thick black hair cropped short, beautiful blue eyes, a gorgeous, and a smile that could melt your heart. It was then that I first heard of his ‘reputation’. Always the terrible gossip, Gayle whispered that she’d overheard a few of Christine’s girlfriends talking about how incredibly well-endowed Sean was. “Apparently it’s absolutely HUGE,” she giggled. We both jokingly lamented the fact that we couldn’t remember guys looking that good, and having THOSE kinds of reputations, when WE were in high school. Suddenly, as we were laughing, Sean seemed to hear us -- he stopped, turned, and smiled in our direction. The two of us were a bit scared that he had overheard us -- but then thought not. My name is Jane, and at twenty-nine, I had been teaching art at the school for five years. I’d always enjoyed being creative, and although I never envisioned myself teaching art to high school students, I enjoyed it nevertheless. I had been separated from my husband for about a year that September, and my love life was still non-existent at the time. I had gone out on a couple of dates, but nothing had ever come of it. Gayle always teases me that my classes are full of boys who are only there to stare at my body. I’ve always laughed it off, but I suppose in a few cases she might have been right. I guess I would say that I’m a reasonably attractive woman, however immodest that may sound. But the real reason for my friend’s kidding, however, was the size of my boobs, which are quite large in relation to the rest of my body. I’ve been extremely busty since my own high school days and wear a 34HH size bra. Otherwise I’m a fairly petite 5’ 4”, 130 lbs; with dark brown hair and green eyes. I would be telling lies if I didn’t admit to noticing boys on more than a few occasions - no doubt hormones racing - staring at my chest. This brings me back to Sean. That Fall I began to notice that he was paying me a great deal of attention -- despite being quiet and rather shy. He was always extra attentive in class, asking questions, staying after class on several occasions, and even paying me compliments on what I happened to be wearing that particular day. He was quite the charmer, and I started to wonder if he wasn’t developing a bit of a school-boy crush on me. The truth was I found him a pleasure to be around. He was a very talented sketch artist, and was so eager to learn anything I might be able to teach him. I could see that he was gifted with a tremendous amount of natural ability, and was a wonderfully creative young man. But looking back on it now, I realize that I should have been more honest with myself, because the REAL truth was that we were BOTH developing crushes on each other! As much as I hate to admit it, and perhaps that’s partly why I wasn’t as honest with myself as I should have been, I was quickly falling for one of my eighteen year-old students. Not something you want known, even among your closest friends. I don’t know if I was extra vulnerable because I was single and alone again after three years of marriage. I do know that I felt like a school girl all over again in his presence. I always knew where he was in the room. I was forever stealing glances at him from behind my easel during class. I even started wearing sexier things to work; miniskirts and tight tops. I found him so incredibly sweet and innocent -- I felt an overwhelming desire to mother him; yet at the same time there was an undeniable sexual attraction. What made my heart REALLY go pitter-patter, however, was the fact that Sean seemed to be equally infatuated with ME. Sometimes the tension between us was unbelievably intense, and I didn’t have a clue where things were going. I DID know that I could get myself into a lot of hot water if I wasn’t careful. Still, something had to break. With each passing week, I was falling harder and harder. One night, the two of us had been at the school ‘til fairly late; we’d been working on preparing an exhibit for the school’s upcoming fine arts festival. We were both ravenous, so I took the initiative and suggested we have dinner together after which I could drive him home. Sean blushed -- then, ever the charmingly earnest one, used practicality as an excuse and agreed that we both needed to eat something. He also deftly skirted the fact that what was really happening was that I was asking him out on a date -- my student, eleven years my junior! That night marked the first time Sean had, at my insistence, called me by my first name instead of ‘Ms. Cleland’. It was unseasonably warm that evening, and I had the top down on my car as I drove Sean to my favourite Italian restaurant. My blouse was unbuttoned a bit, and the wind blew it open to expose my white lace bra. Turning to look at Sean, I noticed him glance at my cleavage. I felt an immediate wave of heat pass through me, and a dampness form in my panties. As hungry as I was, I could barely eat; such was the electricity in the air between us that night. The waitress was about my age, which made me slightly uncomfortable at first -- and for awhile I kept searching her face for a reaction to the fact that I was having what was obviously a romantic, candlelit dinner with someone much much younger. We flirted all through dinner, had two glasses of wine each, and even succumbed to playing ‘footsie’ under the table. Sean kept blushing at my teasing and looked so cute when I insisted on picking up the tab. Just in case his parents found out about our dinner, I told him that it was for all his help leading up the festival. The truth was I wanted nothing more than to take him home to my bed, tear off his clothes, and have my way with him! In the parking lot, Sean gallantly opened the driver’s side door for me. And as I moved towards the door, I was overcome with a bold instinct and reached up and kissed him on the lips. A thrilling current of lusty energy seemed to whip through our bodies; we kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. We were both trembling. But even in the heat of the moment, I noted that Sean was an excellent kisser. I tasted his young, full lips; his deliciously wet tongue. Suddenly, seized by the craziness of what I was doing, I stepped back. Two simultaneously rambling, nervous and awkward apologies followed. Sean sweetly confessed his feelings for me; I avoided the issue by denying everything, saying that it was the wine and that I didn’t know what had come over me. I could see that he was hurt by this, and so for a moment I gently took his hand in mine. I dropped him off in front of his parent’s house and raced home. One the way, I scolded myself for allowing such a predicament to happen. But at the same time, I was incredibly confused and had such mixed feelings. In a few short weeks I had developed strong feelings for Sean. I knew it was wrong, yet felt hopelessly incapable of cutting things off. The fact of the matter was that I was incredibly sexually attracted to him; I wanted so badly to make love to him. That night in the shower - softly teasing my clit with the pulsing water from the shower head - I fantasized about doing just that and experienced an incredibly intense orgasm. A few days later I was in the local mall, treating myself to some new clothes -- seeing as my birthday was soon approaching. I hadn’t seen Sean since the night of our kiss, but we had exchanged several telephone calls and e-mails -- several of which were heartfelt declarations on his part. Though I longed to be as open with him as he was with me, I was worried that things had already gone too far. I happened to be in a lingerie store and had just finished trying on a few bra and panties sets. I love buying lingerie, but am often frustrated by the fact that the really pretty bras are only made for women who are a size C-cup or smaller. On that particular occasion, however, I had found two really nice silk bras in my size with matching thong panties. One look at the price, however, and I quickly decided to forego the expense. Then, just as I was stepping out of the change room I saw Sean standing there waiting for me. My heart leaped into my throat. As much as I was loathe to admit it to myself, I was thrilled to see him. He looked so sexy in his black leather car coat, black pants and tight grey v-neck sweater. We spoke for awhile there in the store and the longer I stared into those beautiful blue, bedroom eyes of his, and went weak in the knees from his sweetly innocent smile, the easier it was to forget about the difference in our ages and the fact that I was his teacher. He ended up walking me to my car, and I drove away feeling frustrated. Over the next few weeks, things only intensified even further. It got to the point where I was slipping notes into his locker and he was chatting with me on the phone late at night while I was lying in bed. One day, in the teacher’s room, two male gym teachers were joking amongst themselves about something funny that had happened that day. Curiosity got the better of me, so I asked them what was so amusing. They seemed reluctant to share the anecdote, and said that it involved a funny incident in the boys shower after swim class. Of course, that only made me more curious. Finally, after making me promise I wouldn’t repeat it to anyone else, they told me. Apparently there was a grade twelve student who had a reputation for being extremely well endowed, to the point where the gym teachers who had been witness to his physical ‘asset’ in the locker room had nicknamed him ‘Hugo’ (pronounced “Huge-o”). That day, a young girl from the girl’s swim team had accidentally wandered into the boy’s shower area just as the boy in question was rinsing off in the nude. The two of them came face to face, and, witnessing the size of his endowment, the girl shrieked and ran away. As they retold the story, one of the teachers inadvertently revealed the boy’s name -- it was Sean! When I heard his name, I blushed every shade of red. Luckily, the two of them thought it was the story that had shocked me and not the mention of Sean’s name! Having never really placed a great deal of importance on the size of a man’s penis before, I was surprised at my reaction. Initially, I had blushed because of the surprise coincidence and because I was afraid my feelings for Sean might be discovered. Later, however, I found myself daydreaming about the idea of experiencing a lover with a large sex organ. I confess that it only added to Sean’s mystique. I remembered a girlfriend once telling me how she’d once dated a guy who was very big, and how amazing their love-making had been once she’d gotten accustomed to his size. It was definitely Sean’s charm, beautiful eyes, handsome smile, and lovely physique that I had found so irresistible -- but his legendary ‘gift’ was nonetheless intriguing. One night - it was my birthday, actually - having opted for a quiet night alone instead of dinner out with friends, I had made a fire and was sitting in front of it, relaxing with a lovely glass of chilled white wine, when the phone rang. It was Sean, and he said that he had something that he had to drop off that night. I said that it was alright, and he said that he’d be over shortly. I was thrilled, nervously excited, and anxious all at the same time. I took a quick shower, hurriedly put on some make-up, and applied a few drops of my favourite perfume in strategic places. I also lit a bunch of candles to create a sultry, relaxing ambiance. About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I answered it and there stood Sean, looking so adorable and sexy … with a dozen long-stemmed roses and a beautifully-wrapped present. “Happy birthday, Ms. … I mean, Jane,” he said. I was unbelievably touched! I didn’t know how he had found out, but at that particular moment I really didn’t care. Cooing with affection, I kissed him warmly on the lips. “Come in, sweetie,” I said. I took the flowers into the kitchen, put them in a glass vase, and returned to the living room with another wine glass in hand. Sean was sitting on the couch. I poured him a glass of wine and ‘kissed’ our glasses in a toast. The whole moment felt unbelievably romantic and sexually-charged. My heart was still all aflutter about the flowers when Sean presented me with the present. I think we both blushed, and I know I was beaming. I untied the lovely ribbon, and proceeded to unwrap the present. Inside the box were both sets of expensive, silk bra and panties sets that I’d tried on that day in the lingerie shop! Though I was rather taken aback at the fact that I was receiving a gift of sexy lingerie from a teenage boy, I was still incredibly touched by his obvious thoughtfulness. I asked him how he knew I wore a size 34HH bra, to which he responded that he’d gone back that day and had the clerk retrieve the ones I’d just tried on then returned. Again, it felt slightly bizarre realizing that one of my students knew what size bra and panties I wore! Still, I was overwhelmed by the gesture and leaned forward and gave him another soft kiss on the lips. One kiss quickly led to another, then another. Before I knew it, we were necking passionately on the couch. Suddenly, I realized I could feel a warm swelling in the front of Sean’s pants. I brushed against it with my hand and it felt impossibly large. But in the heat of the moment I didn’t really pay much attention. “You’re so sweet, “ I cooed, “the least I can do is try on what you bought me and see if you approve. You’re a very bad boy,” I added, “You shouldn’t have spent so much money on an old woman like me.” “I think you’re incredibly beautiful and not old at all!” he shot back with touching sincerity. I smiled at him warmly. Deciding then and there that there was no turning back, I went to my bedroom and quickly changed into the beautiful, purple silk bra and panties. The bra was a push-up and gave my huge boobs lots of support and mounds of cleavage. The thong panties were so comfortable despite being incredibly brief -- the feeling of expensive silk against my pussy and breasts felt exquisite. I covered myself with my big, fluffy terry-cloth robe and returned to the living room. I definitely had Sean’s attention. I took another sip of wine for courage and opened my robe to model his present. I’m not sure what went through his mind as he took those first few looks at my skimpily-attired body. But there he was, feasting his eyes on the - if I may say so - voluptuous body of his high school teacher clad only in sexy bra and panties! His eyes widened noticeably when he saw for the first time just how large my breasts were. “Well, what do you think?” I asked. “You have an amazing body,” he stammered bashfully. I snuggled up next to him on the couch. Taking his hand in mine, I kissed him sweetly once again. “I think you have a beautiful body, too, Sean,” I answered. Then, staring into his eyes, I gently placed his hand on one of my heavy breasts. “I’m not sure if you really know my feelings, Sean. The truth is, although I’m your teacher and am much older than you - speaking only as a woman - I’m very attracted to you” I said. “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” Sean swallowed hard. His voice was so small and timid-sounding. “I really, really like you, too, Ms … I mean, Jane” he answered. With one trembling hand still in mine and the other caressing my breast, I got up and led him to my bedroom. My heart was beating a mile a minute; I suspect his was, too. I let my robe drop to the floor and began to slowly undress him. His whole body was shaking slightly. I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed him tenderly. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” I cooed with an almost motherly tone. “I promise I won’t bite.” He was soon left with nothing but a singlet t-shirt (which I happen to find dead sexy) and a pair of boxer briefs. He had such a beautiful, toned body -- smooth and sculpted; with a lovely flat tummy and a strong-looking chest. While Sean peeled off his singlet, I got down on my knees to give special attention to the enormous-looking protrusion in his boxers; one that seemed to extend along the entire length of his underwear! I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and then removed his last restraint. As I pulled down his boxers, the biggest, weightiest-looking penis I’d ever seen sprang forth! “OH MY GOD, SWEETHEART!!!” I gasped. “It’s SO BIG” Indeed, it was. In fact, I had never laid eyes on anything like it. It was still just semi-hard and yet appeared to be as big as my forearm; circumcised, extremely thick and smooth, with a large vein running along the shaft and a plump, plum-size head. It was mesmerizing and intimidating all at the same time. I reached up and gently gripped it along the underside of the heavy shaft. It felt even bigger to the touch; so thick and fleshy. “Christine must have been a little shocked when she saw you for the first time, too” I said. “She was kind of afraid of it,” he answered shyly. “Well, that’s understandable -- she’s just a young girl” I said. “I think it’s beautiful -- and very impressive. But it is also very very big, so we’re going to have to go very slowly at first, okay, sweetie?” Sean nodded dutifully. I stood up and we kissed passionately; groping each other with our hands. I unhooked my bra and pressed my huge breasts against his chest. Sean’s enormous penis - hot and quickly hardening - was pressed against my tummy. The bigger it got, the more I began to question whether or not sex would actually be possible -- if it doesn’t fit, then it doesn’t fit! My large nipples were swollen and puffy, and my young lover played them perfectly -- suckling and kissing them gently. “You’re not so shy anymore, are you” I whispered. I then sat him down on the edge of the bed and began to lovingly stroke his huge organ with both of my hands. His cock responded by expanding and hardening even further until it was a thick and hard monster. Teacher's Pet “Baby, I’ve never seen one as big as yours. You must be the envy of a lot of men -- not to mention extremely popular with the ladies” I said. I looked up at him. “Can I kiss it, sweetie?” He nodded and I felt his giant prong stiffen and jerk as if in reflex reaction to my bidding. I doubted how successful I would be at pleasuring him orally; such was his size. But I began by gently kissing the large head and licking and sucking the underside of the shaft. I punctuated my actions with coos, wet sucking sounds and plenty of encouragement: “Mmmm … does that feel good,” I asked? “It’s so nice and big, sweetie.” I began to squeeze as much as I could into my mouth; sucking and slurping the massive surface of his appendage, pumping the thick shaft with both hands. Sean gently played with my hair while I fellated his beautiful sex organ. Then, when I quickened the pace, he leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows. He closed his eyes and threw back his head at the pleasurable intensity of my warm, wet mouth enveloping his manhood. Such was my desire to accommodate his size with my mouth that I kept inadvertently gagging myself on it. Next, I grabbed the tube of ky-liquid from my night table and poured some between my breasts and on to the shaft of his penis. “Look how big and swollen and puffy my nipples are,” I said. “Can I rub your lovely cock between my breasts?” “Yes,” he sighed. I wrapped my huge, slippery breasts around his glorious erection and watched him buck his slim hips and stroke his cock between them. After that, I resumed my oral fixation with renewed energy and determination. Despite having a fair bit of experience pleasuring men orally, I’d never been provided with such a large endowment to suck. It felt so incredibly strong and powerful; so unbelievably large. Until that day, I really hadn’t thought they came that big. Eventually, with all the sucking and hand-pumping, he said that he was soon going to cum. I observed his incongruently smallish testicles tighten in his scrotum and knew that he was about to ejaculate. “I want to you to cum in my mouth, okay sweetie?” I said. I wanted so much to taste his young seed, so I continued pumping his fat stalk with both hands and wrapped my lips tightly around the fleshly bulbous head. A few seconds later, Sean let out a deep groan and I felt his hot cum fill my mouth. I moaned softly and swallowed all of his discharge; still stroking him. His penis soon lay limp against his hip, still incredibly big and fleshy. I crawled up on top of him and kissed him. “See how wonderful you taste,” I said smiling then kissing him; the taste of his sweet spunk still in my mouth. After that, the two of us lay there together atop my silken sheets, snuggling and necking and touching each other tenderly. He was such a beautiful young man, and such an exciting lover. The whole atmosphere, with the candles, the big bed, the delicious silk sheets, was so romantic and sexual. I lovingly stroked his huge tool, and, having the stamina of a young man, Sean’s penis was soon a force to be reckoned with once again. I wanted him in the worst way, but I was genuinely apprehensive about his size. Still, while he suckled my huge breasts, I whispered to him that I desperately wanted him to make love to me. I applied a generous amount of ky-liquid to the shaft of his erection and worked it in. Sean claimed that he really didn’t know how big it was, which rather surprised me, but I would have been shocked if it was less than ten inches in length. “Oh, sweetheart, I want to feel you inside me now” I purred. “But we have all the time in the world, so I want you to go very slowly, okay? You’re a VERY big boy, so you need to take it nice and easy so you don’t hurt me.” My ‘instructorly’ tone of voice jarred me somewhat, because it reminded me of the fact that I was still his teacher -- which was somehow both sobering and an incredible turn-on all at once. I watched with trepidation and excitement as he positioned himself between my spread legs. As wet as I was, I rubbed a little extra ky-liquid onto my already swollen and hard clitoris and between the pink folds of my vagina. Sean - bless his heart - was still so young and inexperienced, and had that physical awkwardness about him that young lovers do -- perhaps only exacerbated by the fact that he was so incredibly well-endowed. His appendage swung to and fro like some fleshy trunk. I took the initiative and grasped the shaft of his giant bauble and guided it towards my waiting maidenhead. The head pressed firmly between the petals of my little pink ‘flower’, then entered me. Initially, and perhaps due once again to his boyish inexperience, Sean tried to penetrate me too deeply, too quickly. “Easy, darling -- not so fast!” I implored gently. “You need to go nice and slow so you don’t hurt me. Your penis is really, really big, so you’ve got to give us girls a chance to get used to you.” Being the incredibly sweet guy that he is, Sean felt bad and pulled back. I had to re-assure him several times, that everything would be okay. “I’m sorry,” he said tenderly, with a touch of frustration in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “Oh, darling, that’s okay!” I gushed. “It’s going to be wonderful, I promise. Believe me, there’s a legion of women out there that would dearly love the chance of experiencing one as big as yours. Just go slowly at the beginning and then my vagina will soften and stretch to accommodate you. PLEASE don’t stop, sweetie!” With that, Sean entered me once again, slowly this time, easing his way inside in short, continual increments. “That’s it, baby,” I panted. “That feels SOOO good!” Indeed it did! I had NEVER felt anything like it. Sean was slowly, deliciously stretching me like no man had ever done before. It was unbelievable -- it just kept coming and coming. I would never have guessed that I could have accommodated as much as I did. “Oh my god, Sean!” I gasped. “Oh god, it’s SO BIG!!!” I finally topped-out, but with not too much remaining. I couldn’t believe it! “Okay, sweetheart, that’s as much as I can take” I said breathlessly. “Now I want you to just slowly build up a rhythm, stroking it in and out -- nice long strokes.” He was a quick learner, and I could tell that one day he was going to make an awful lot of women happy with his ‘gift’. Along with his extraordinary size, he had the patience and sensitivity to a woman’s needs that would someday make him quite the expert cocksman. He did as I said and was soon stroking his massive cock in and out of me, in long, deep strokes. Now that I was plenty warm and wet inside, the pleasure was absolutely fantastic. My friend had been right, big ones ARE as good as they say! I buttressed my big boobs with my hands, to keep them from bouncing too much, and closed my eyes with my head on the pillow. I felt an orgasm begin to build in my pelvis and lower tummy … “OH MY GOD, SWEETHEART!!!” I gasped, as an incredibly pleasurable, yet somewhat different-feeling climax hit me in waves. I realized then that I’d never experienced a vaginal orgasm before. I have since only been able to experience it with incredibly long-lasting, or well-endowed, men. Sean maintained his relentless pace and was soon driving his cock into me rather forcefully. I looked down to marvel at the sight of his enormous penis stretching and filling my pussy. The eroticism of it was magnified by the incredible SOUND that accompanied it; a wet, almost ‘juicy’ slurping sound. My jaw hung open in awe, and I placed my hand against his hips as I tried to brace myself against the power and size of his sex; I was completely overwhelmed. As a woman, it felt fantastic to be so completely under the sexual spell of such a sweet, handsome, virile young man. He continued to drive his huge cock into me with now reckless abandon -- I reached behind him to feel his small butt tighten with each bucking stroke. “OH GOD, YESSS!!! OH MY GOD, YOUR COCK IS SO BIG!!!” I barked breathlessly. “FUCK ME, SWEETHEART!!! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK!!!” A second, then a third wave of orgasms overtook me. Finally, Sean announced that he was about to cum. I wanted so much for him to cum inside me; to feel his hot seed fill my pussy. At long last, he arched his back, threw his head back and groaned in what looked like a very powerful, intense climax. I felt his penis gush its warm ejaculate deep inside me. Both sweaty and spent, the two of us collapsed together into a weary, contented heap atop my bed. We kissed and snuggled, and I looked down at the enormous sex organ that had wreaked havoc on my now tender vagina -- one that had so completely overwhelmed me. It was still impressive, even in its spent state. Both drunk with the intoxicating effects of steamy sex, we drifted off to sleep. As sore as I was from Sean’s size, we made love again that night, and have since embarked on a clandestine and mutually-rewarding relationship. Teacher's Pet Robert Brown was a thirty year-old chemistry teacher at Washington High School in Silver Springs, Maryland. He had taught there for five years and was regarded, by the female students, as a hunk. Robert knew of his reputation as a good-looking ladies man and enjoyed the attention he got from both female students and female faculty. He especially liked the attention he received from female students. He dated quite a few of them after they had turned eighteen and had graduated from high school. He liked his women young. There was something about a young, firm, well-built female body that turned him on, him and countless other men. During his chemistry class, he would enjoy looking at all his female students, particularly the ones with the low cut blouses. It seemed his female students were only too eager to show off their bodies, especially to him. Some of them got so bold that when they would ask him for help, they would rub their bodies against his. Just another perk of a high school teacher, he thought. It was all harmless flirtation; as long as he did not make any advances back, he was safe. That all changed when Heather Young took his senior chemistry class. She was a beautiful young woman, with a figure that put most woman to shame. She was extremely intelligent, had a great personality and was a star basketball player on the high school team. Robert was helping her secure a scholarship to the University of Maryland, his old alma mater. They have an annual full scholarship that they present to the most outstanding chemistry student in Maryland. In order to win the scholarship, the student must do original research and present a paper on their research by March. That meant Heather was spending a lot of time after school, in Robert’s chemistry lab, doing her research. The more Robert worked with her, the more he got to know her. She was one of the most mature students he had ever taught. It also seemed to him, she was flirting with him more and more, as she worked on her experiment. She always seemed to wear something revealing when she stayed after school. Robert enjoyed looking and started to look forward to the days Heather would spend working in the laboratory area. It was harmless enough, but that was about to change. It was basketball season and Heather had to practice after school. That meant her work in the chemistry lab would not start until after basketball practice, usually around Four O’clock. At that time of day, there were not many people in the school, usually the custodial staff and some administrators working in the office. It was one of these days that our story begins. Heather came in to Mr. Brown’s classroom ready to work on her experiment. She had just come from practice, where she took a quick shower and rushed up to his room. “Hey, Mr. Brown, I’m ready to work,” said Heather as she entered the room. “I wanted to work on the energy transfer part of the of the experiment. After I get it set up, it should take about thirty minutes. Can you stay until I’m done?” “No problem Heather,” replied Robert. “In fact I am waiting for a phone call from a supply house that needs to ship me some chemicals that I need for an experiment next month. So I would be staying anyway.” Robert looked at Heather as she walked to the lab table where her experiment was set up. What an ass she has, he thought to himself. She always has on the tightest shorts to emphasize it even more. Just then, she reached the table and bent down to get some supplies out of the bottom drawer. The tight shorts got tighter and rode up exposing a tiny portion of her ass cheeks. Robert could help but stare. “Mr. Brown, I can’t find the lighter for the Bunsen burner. Heather asked, “Do you know where one is located?” Robert got up, adjusted the bulge in his pants and went back to help Heather find a lighter. She was still bending down, looking in the bottom drawer when he arrived at the lab table. Her scooped necked blouse was hanging away from her body, giving Robert a clear view down her blouse. Her large tits were encased in a push up bra, the ones that show an ample amount of cleavage. “Here it is,” Robert said and he reached in the drawer to get it. Just then, Heather turned her body so that his arm was pressing against her right boob. She made no effort to move it, in fact when Robert moved his arm away; she seemed to press her tit even more against his arm. Finally, Robert got the lighter and they both stood up. Heather looked at Robert and said ”I would like to thank you for spending all this extra time with me. I really do appreciate it. Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked. “Anything at all.” The way she said it, Robert thought for a moment, she was insinuating something sexual. She was a mature girl, but she would not be so bold as to come on to him. Maybe she saw how he tended to watch her, especially when she wore rather provocative attire. No, he was just imagining it, he thought. Heather turned to face him, “Mr. Brown, I really think you are a very good teacher. I am so happy to have had you for chemistry.” Then she moved closer, so that her boobs were lightly touching his chest. “I know you have spent many hours helping me and I would like to pay you back, if I could.” Saying that, she pressed her body tight against his titled her head up to meet his and began to kiss him. He kissed her back, at first out of instinct, but he broke the kiss and tried to move away from her. “Heather, we should not be doing this, we err I could get in trouble.” Said a rather excited Robert. “Mr. Brown,” said Heather, as she drew him back to her. I have seen you looking at me. I know you want me as much as I want you.” Saying that, she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against her. “I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. Admit it, you want me.” Robert could not believe how badly his body betrayed him. Yes, he wanted her, even though he knew it was wrong – wrong and very dangerous. Still, he had to have her. He took her in his arms and pulled her body close to his. His hands slid down her back until they we on that beautiful ass, the one he watched for so long. He looked into her eyes as he brought his lips to hers. Just as their lips touched, a voice came over the intercom. Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown report to the main office for a phone call. He broke the embrace. “I have to go and get that phone call, Heather,” he told her. “They know I am up in my room, if I don’t go down to the office, they will come up to my room looking for me.” Robert broke the embrace and quickly left the room. That was close, he thought, in another few minutes, I would have not been able to stop, he told himself. He was out of the room so fast; he did not hear Heather say “shit.” Or see her reach for her cell phone and dial a number. “I almost had him,” told Heather to the person on the other end of the phone. “I did what you told me and he held me in his arms and was about to kiss me, when he got a phone call and was called to the office. What do I do now?” Heather asked the person on the other end of the line. “Oh, that’s good, that should work, if it doesn’t, nothing will. Let me get ready.” Robert walked up from the office after taking his phone call. He tried to think how to handle the situation with Heather. She was a very attractive girl and he would love to fuck her, but it would be too dangerous. He would just tell her, what they did was wrong and it can’t go any further. He would give her the old standby, when you are eighteen and have graduated from high school, then we will get together, but not now. He felt more relaxed as he neared his room, he was sure his plan would work. Robert opened his door and walked into his room, Heather was at the lab table working. She had put on her lab coat, like she always did and was conducting her experiment. “Heather, we have to talk,” said Robert. “What happened between us was very exciting, but it can’t continue.” Heather was facing away from Robert and did not stop working. “Heather, do you hear what I am saying,” asked Robert? “Yes,” replied Heather. “I can not stop what I am doing right now, but keep talking, I am listening to you.” “Alright, as I was saying you are a beautiful, sexy girl and if I was a boy your age, I would be asking you out. However, I am not a classmate, I am your teacher and I can not date you, not until you turn eighteen and have graduated from high school. It is the only way that a relationship between the two of us can happen. Do you hear what I am saying, Heather?” Heather stopped what she was doing and turned to face Robert. “Mr. Brown, I am sorry if I did something that upset you, I did not mean to do that. I just thought you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I have seen you looking at me and checking me out. I believed you found me sexy and you wanted me. I guess I made a mistake.” “Heather, you are right, I did look at you and I can see how that would give you the wrong imprecation. I do find you sexy, but I cannot allow any thing more to happen between the two of us. Let us just think of it as our little fantasy.” “If that is what you what, Mr. Brown, then that will be fine with me, but are you sure that is what you what?” With that, Heather opened her lab coat and let it drop to the floor. There she stood in front of Robert totally naked. “Are you sure you would not like any of this,” she asked him? Robert was so shocked at what Heather did he could only stare at her. As he looked at her, he started at her head and her beautiful reddish-brown hair. Heather had hazel eyes that accented her hair. She always wore the appropriate amount of make-up and today was no exception. Robert’s gaze shifted downward and he gazed upon her beautiful breasts. They were full, about the size of a grapefruit, but her being young; there was no sag to her breasts. Her erect nipples were the size of a quarter and stood out about one-half inch. They were a brown-brown in color and almost matched her hair. They looked so inviting it was all Robert could do to keep from taking them into his mouth and sucking on them. He continued to move his eyes downward and saw Heather’s tiny waist and flat stomach. As his gaze went still lower, he found himself staring at her hips, which were the perfect size for her body. Then, his eyes finally settled in on her pussy. She had shaved her hair around her lips so they were totally bare, and trimmed the rest of her hair so there was only a slight tuff of brown hair above her pussy. Robert’s concentration was interrupted by Heather’s voice. “Don’t forget this,” she said, as she turned around allowing him to view her beautiful firm butt. “You are always checking it out, I thought you would like to see it now. And by the way, I am eighteen.” Robert’s gaze went to her gorgeous, firm hard butt. He had always been a butt man and before him was the best butt he had ever seen. Robert could not control his urges. He knew he should leave the room or ask her to cover up, but he could not, his little head was now in control. He had never seen a body like that the one in front of him, Most woman look better with their clothes on, hiding imperfections. Usually, ones imagination is usually better than reality, however, not in this case. Before Robert was a perfect body, one that measured a ten. Heather moved even closer to him. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her tits. “I know you have wanted to do feel them for a long time.” She squeezed her hands, making Robert’s hands touch and grab her tits. When she removed her hands, Robert’s hands continued to massage her tits. Robert was lost to lust. He grabbed Heather and held her close. He could feel her nipples pressing into his chest. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, a gentle kiss at first, then a passionate, tongues intertwining, kiss. His hands traveled down her back until they reached that spectacular ass. As his hands groped and grabbed it, he thought her ass feels even better than it looks. Robert broke the embrace, grabbed Heather by the hand and led her to his office. “We better go in here,” he said. “We will not be disturbed and it’s much more comfortable in here.” Robert’s office was huge, eight foot by twelve foot. At one time, it was a supply closet. However, as the safety laws for storing chemicals became more stringent, the school refurbished another room and made it the storage space. That allowed Robert to have an over sized office. He had his desk, with a computer, a telephone, filing cabinets and a large couch. If anyone inquired about the couch, he said it was there in the event his back acted up and he had to lie down. Really, it was there so he had a place to fuck. He had screwed a few of the young female teachers. They found him helpful and understanding when they approached him with problems in their classrooms. One thing would lead to another and before they knew it, they were laying on the couch getting laid. He even bagged an older teacher, who was going through a divorce, her husband left her for a younger woman. Robert realized this was her way of feeling good about herself. Hell, she was not bad looking and quite experienced. Robert enjoyed their afternoon romps for a few months. He even screwed a parent that came in for a conference about her son. He was not doing well in school, especially in Robert’s chemistry class. The mother blamed his father’s absence from home for long periods of time; he was into some type of construction work. Before the end of the conference, he even helped the mother get over her husband’s absence. So as you can see this was not the first time Robert fucked someone on his couch. However, it would be the first student he screwed on his couch. “Heather sit on the couch, while I get out of my clothes,” he said to the naked girl. “Here, let me help you,” responded Heather. She began to unbutton his shirt. When she had his shirt open, she began kissing his chest and sucking on his nipples. She dropped to her knees and undid his trousers. As she pulled his pants and underwear down, his erect cock popped up and hit her in the chin. She immediately licked the head of it. She then ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and kissed and sucked on his balls. This girl was very experienced in lovemaking thought Robert. “You do that so well.” He said to Heather. “Thank you,” she replied. “ I really enjoy giving head, I guess you can tell that? I have had some practice and had a good teacher.” Robert wondered who taught this girl to suck cock so exquisitely. However, as soon as her lips encircled his cock, he could care less who taught her, he just enjoyed her talented mouth. Heather had Robert sit on the couch so he could relax and enjoy her attention. She crawled between his legs and continued to work on his cock. Again her lips encircled the head of his fully hard cock, but this time her tongue licked the very tip of his cock. Heather used the very tip of her tongue to probe the opening at the end of Robert’s dick. Hearing him moan slightly, she knew he was enjoying her blowjob. She took more and more of Robert’s cock in her mouth and down her throat. Soon she was buried all the way down to his balls. Robert was watching her take in his cock, he was not huge about seven and one-half inches, but not many of his female conquests deep-throated him. When Heather reached the bottom of his shaft, her eyes moved up to met his. Robert though that was a very erotic sight, her lips brushing his pubic hair and her eyes locked on his. Her eyes seemed to be smiling, telling him she was enjoying it as much as him. Heather’s fingers gently caressed his balls, and then slowly she let his cock slip out of her mouth. Again, she moved her lips to the tip of his cock; but instead of slowly taking his cock into her mouth, she accomplished that feat in one swift motion. Robert never had anyone do that to him before, the sensation was unbelievable. She moved her head up so that most of his cock was free of her mouth, then she went down on him again. She kept this up for a few minutes, establishing a very pleasant rhythm to her cock sucking. She moved a finger toward Robert’s asshole. She played around, gently probing, seeing if he objected to her attention there. She knew some men did not like that, her mentor had told her. The mentor also told her, the ones that will allow it will have a more powerful orgasm when a finger is inserted deep into the asshole and massages the prostrate gland. As Heather’s finger was buried in Robert’s asshole, she felt his balls tightened. She increased the pace of her cock sucking. Soon, he was moaning, and then he said loudly, “I’m going to come, soon.” Heather moved her head up so that only the tip of Robert’s penis was in her mouth. She wanted to taste his load. She jacked his cock with her hand, still holding the head in her mouth. Within seconds, she was rewarded with the first squirt of Robert’s come. Robert’s hips began bucking wildly. The sensation was fantastic, he looked down and saw Heather’s mouth still wrapped around his cock. “Oh, fuck, here it comes again,” moaned Robert. “Oh, shit, that’s it, take it all.” Then, he cock spewed forth another four or five big loads of sperm that she caught in her mouth. She managed to swallow most of the load. Robert’s come was tasted rather sweet, much nicer than some of the other loads she tasted. Heather waited until his orgasm had passed and then got up and sat aside of her teacher. “How was that,” she asked? “Did you enjoy it as much as I did? You seem to like it, did you?” “Heather, that was one of the best blow jobs I have ever had. Who taught you to suck a man’s cock like that?” “Someone who enjoys sex and wanted to make sure I liked it as well. I may tell you later. But enough talk,” she said, spreading her legs and looking down at her pussy. “Don’t you want some of this?” “Oh, yes. Yes I indeed would like to taste your young pussy,” replied Robert. “But first, I have to suck on those tits of yours, they are magnificent. I have to taste your nipples.” He leaned over, kissed Heather’s neck, earlobes and worked his way down her body toward his goal. He could not believe how soft her boobs felt. He messaged them with his fingers, he kissed them with his lips and he bit them with his teeth. Finally his lips locked on to one of Heather’s erect nipples. He used his lips, teeth and tongue to stimulate her nipple. He could tell Heather was getting turned on by her movements; and by the small moans that escaped from her throat. He increased the intensity of the biting and sucking. He moved his hand to the other tit and messaged it for a while and then turned his attention toward the nipple. Since his mouth was already busy, he took the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to pinch and pull on it. He looked up at Heather. Her head was back, her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and groans and moans were coming out of it. Robert did not need his hand to support the boob that his lips were feasting upon; it was way up firm and high. He allowed his free hand to slide down her flat stomach and move toward her pussy. His fingers found her slit hot and moist. He pushed one, then two and finally three fingers inside of Heather. As his fingers moved in and out of her pussy, his thumb made contact with her clit. He used his thumb to rub her clit in tiny circles. Within a matter of seconds, Heather was in deep in the throes of a powerful orgasm. She grabbed the back of his head and mashed it hard against her chest. Her hips were thrusting out to meet his fingers that were plunging deep into her. Heather began to yell, “Oh, goodnessssss, ooohhh …..yesssss, that’s it, …….oh more, ….bite ….bite….my nipples harder,….. harder … har…..oh my godddd…. Right there……..don’t ….stoppppp…..please don’t stopppp. I neeeedddddd ittttt.” And then she collapsed against Robert. Teacher's Pet Robert held her, watching her boobs heave up and down as Heather’s breathing returned to normal. “That was great,” she said. “I have not had that powerful of an orgasm, without a cock buried inside of my pussy. I can hardly wait to see how it feels when you fuck me. And before you say anything, I am on the pill, so you do not have to worry about me getting pregnant. “Then let’s get fucking,” said Robert. “Here, you sit on my lap, facing me. I want to be able to see all of you while I give you the fucking of your young life.” Heather positioned herself over the erect cock, with her legs tucked under her and slowly lowered herself onto her teacher’s hard cock. She had never had a bigger cock than the one poised at the entrance to her hot, wet slit. She slowly lowered herself down on Robert’s cock, pausing several times to get use to the feeling of the massive cock inside of her young hot pussy. When her pussy lips were wrapped around the base of Robert’s cock, she stopped to allow her pussy to stretch to accommodate the big cock inside of her tight pussy. Robert was in heaven, his dick was buried up to his balls in one of the tightest pussies he had ever fucked. That sensation was matched by what he saw as he looked down and saw Heather’s bare cunt lips stretched around the base of his cock. As his eyes went higher, he stopped to look at her unbelievable tits, with their erect nipples. Then he focused on her face, her nose, lips eyes even her hair was perfect. Robert had never fucked anyone this spectacular looking and he was very picky about who he fucked. He was snapped out of his sexual trance by Heather’s movements. She began to slowly move up and down on his cock, very slow. “Oh, I love a nice and slow fuck,” said Heather. “You can feel the cock touch every part of your pussy. It stimulates everything, I feel it from my toes to my ears, everything is tingling. Plus, it last so much longer. I usually do not date boys my age; they do not know how to fuck a girl properly. To them, it is get in her pussy, pound like hell for two or three minutes and then they shoot their load and then they are done. They could care less if the girl gets off or not. Older men want to please the girl; it is important, to them, that she also comes. Oh…. That feels soooo good. Your cock is really filling me up, really stretching me. God I love it, I love to fuck.” Heather kept her slow and easy pace, which was fine for Robert. He remembers, in his youth, he was like Heather’s description, fast and furious. Then, the right after he graduated from high school, an older woman seduced him. She owned the restaurant where he worked. He spent the whole summer being taught, by her, on how to make love to a woman. Ever since then, he always seemed to please his lovers. Robert turned his attention back to his beautiful student that was riding his cock. He kissed her on the lips and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands moved up to those perfect breasts and he went for the nipples. He pinched and pulled on them; he rolled them between his thumbs and fingers. Heather’s pace of riding his cock quickened. He brought a breast up to his mouth and sucked on the nipple. When Heather had his cock all the way inside of her, she would grind her hips against his shaft. The more Robert manipulated her nipples, the longer and harder she spent grinding her hips against his cock. That caused Robert to increase the intensity of his sucking of her nipples. Heather’s breathing was becoming more rapid. Her hips were really pressing against Robert’s cock. Her eyes seemed to be glassed over and sounds of pleasure were coming from mouth and throat . Robert put both of his hands on her hips and ass, he helped her mash against his shaft. He also grabbed her ass and messaged it. All of a sudden Heather’s body got rigid and then she went crazy. Her hips were moving with such force, Robert was almost afraid she would break his dick. “Fuckkkk…. Hereee …I….. come……… Yessss……. Yesssss. …..Oh shit…….” As her body went into contractions, Robert felt the muscles of her pussy begin to milk his dick. It was like her pussy was masturbating him, caressing his cock. That sensation and her hips bucking against his rod caused Robert to come. “Oh…. Man….what …the.. ….ohhhh…… fuckkk….meeee. Take…. That…and…. that…,” yelled Robert as he thrust his cock in Heather’s pussy as hard and as deep as he could. He shot three or four blasts of come deep inside of his student and then they both collapsed together. “Heather was the first one to speak, “Mr. Brown, that was awesome. I’ve never been fucked like that, my pussy is still contracting.” “I can feel it still working on my cock,” replied Robert. “Heather, you are some hot piece of ass. Who taught you how to fuck? If it is a female, I would like to get together with her.” “Hmm, that might be able to be arranged.” Heather continued, “I better get cleaned up and get dressed, I have to get home soon. That was great, I hope we can do it again some time.” “Heather, I may be crazy for saying this, but anytime you want to fuck, count me in. Although, next time let’s do it at my house; it’s much safer and a hell of lot more comfortable.” Heather finished getting dressed, “Goodbye Mr. Brown see you tomorrow.” “Goodbye Heather.” Robert sat in his office after she had left. I know what I have done could cost me my job, he thought. I should not allow this to happen again, but fuck it, she is too hot to stop. I’ll take my chances, and he got dressed and left for home. I enjoy getting emails about my work. I answer everyone of them, please tell me what you think. Teacher's Pet Married. The sexiest son of a bitch she’d ever laid her eyes on, and god damnit, he was married. Of course it didn’t help matters that he was her English teacher, but to be perfectly honest, she didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He could have been the fucking President, and she’d still go after him. But he was married. Married! Not that that would have stopped her under normal circumstances. But her experience had taught her that most married guys would rather not take on an extra project, even if she was twenty years old, with nice perky 36C’s, a round ass, and eyes that burn holes right through your goddamn head. And watching him, she guessed he was one of those guys. He may not have been happily married, but he understood the sanctity of the marriage vows. She probably didn’t have a shot under heaven. She hadn’t tried very hard, though, really. She’d been in his class the whole semester, and would have to take it all year, so she definitely had time to try to win him over. Something about it, though, just felt wrong, and as flirty as she could be with him, she couldn’t bring herself to seduce him outright. Yet she couldn’t help watching him in class, following him with her eyes as he paced back and forth during his lectures. He was very interesting overall, which completely turned her on, not to mention his well-shaped shoulders, perfect for clinging to and scratching up. Then of course there were his strong thighs, his perfect little ass, and his eyes. God, his eyes! They were just like hers; deep, intense, looking right through you like he knew something you didn’t. She squirmed in her chair watching him, her pussy getting wet under her skirt, and she wiggled around in her chair, trying to rub herself against it. She wished she were back in her dorm room, so she could whip out her vibrator and go to town. She liked to stay after class and talk to him -- after all, he was only 30, not too much older than she was -- and they’d actually become pretty good friends, as students and teachers go. But while she was talking to him her eyes always drifted to the pictures on his desk -- his wife, his kids, smiley faces. She had a feeling they were only smiling for the camera, though, after hearing him talk about her the way he did. Apparently his wife expected him not only to make all the money, but to take care of the kids and the house as well, while she herself never did anything to help. And god, was she ugly. Having the kids had evidently put a lot of weight on her, and she looked in the pictures like she took a bath maybe once a week or so. God, how did he fuck her? So, in a way she felt sorry for him, but more than anything she just wanted to fuck the daylights out of him. Just once, so then he’d be out of her system for good. She didn’t even hear him dismiss the class, she was too busy watching him. Everyone began collecting their books and pens and things and leaving the classroom, and she kept watching him. Just watching. By the time everyone had left, she was reorganized and ready to leave. No classes after this one, just back to the dorm to study or masturbate or whatever. She stood up, and the sound of his voice stopped her. “Hey, Grace,” he called. She turned around. “Yes, professor?” She called him professor when she wanted to tease him. Everyone knew they were on a first-name basis. He didn’t respond to her ribbing. “You got a second?” She was surprised. She had been so busy staring at him and analyzing his body during class that she hadn’t noticed something was bothering him. Now it was clear -- something was definitely not right. “Of course I’ve got a minute. What’s wrong?” She made her way to his desk and sat down on the edge of it, looking at him attentively. He flopped down into his chair. “I’ve just got a lot of shit on my mind, I guess. I need to talk to someone--” He broke off, obviously looking for the right words. After a moment, he continued, “Someone who isn’t a part of the whirlwind. You know what I mean? I mean, I could talk to my mom or my brother, but they’re all biased…” He trailed off again. “No, Ben, I know what you mean. You need an impartial party.” “Right.” “Well, what can I do for you, sir?” “Would you stop with the ‘professor’ and the ‘sir’ already? You’re making this difficult.” She blinked. “Are you angry at me or are you looking for somebody to lash out at?” He looked up at her and said nothing for a moment. Then he let out an abrupt chuckle. “You’re awfully smart for your age, you know that?” She grinned. “I do.” He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, as he always did when he was thinking. His slate blue eyes traveled blankly over the classroom. “I’ve had it with Monica,” he whispered. His wife. Grace knew they’d been having problems lately, more than usual, but he hadn’t said anything quite like this before. “Ben,” she began carefully, “we talked about this last week, remember? And you said you didn’t care what it took, you were going to stick with her and make it work for the sake of the kids. Remember?” “Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.” He was still looking out toward the classroom or some point beyond. He seemed very introverted, very downtrodden. He was afraid. “What’s different now, Ben? Why do you want to leave her?” She couldn’t believe she was saying this. She was trying to save his marriage? What the hell was she thinking? She needed to be jumping on his cock while the getting was good! But god damn their friendship, she had to play this role for him. She cared too much about him to just take advantage of his vulnerability like that. He sighed, a long, deep sigh. “I don’t want to leave her. I really don’t. But something’s got to give.” He finally met her gaze. “I’m worn out, Grace. I know I don’t show it here, but it’s part of my job to not show it. I’m totally fucking exhausted. I’m here for 8 or 9 hours a day, teaching and grading and doing all that, then I go home and there’s Monica sitting on her ass, hasn’t eaten all day because I wasn’t there to fix something for her, so I make dinner for her and the kids, I clean up after them, I get the kids their bath and I get them to bed. You’d think maybe then I’d have some time to myself, but as soon as the kids are asleep, Monica has a million things she wants me to do, and I can’t get a moment’s fucking peace.” He gave a short, heartless laugh. “The only time I do have any peace is when I’m at work. That’s kinda backwards, isn’t it?” Grace chuckled. “A little.” She cocked her head to the side. “Why don’t you tell her to get off her ass and do the shit herself?” He shook his head. “Been there. Done that. She just gets pissed off, and I don’t have the energy to fight with her anymore.” Grace nodded. “This is none of my business, what I’m about to ask, Ben, but what about your sex life?” He laughed outright this time. “Remind me what a sex life is, will you? I can’t remember.” I would love to, she thought, but kept silent for a moment. Then, just to break the silence, she asked, “She’s not interested anymore?” “Hell no. Hasn’t been for years.” He massaged his temples. “No big loss, really. She wasn’t that great in the sack in the first place.” He looked up at her. She almost couldn’t look back at him, so sad was his expression, so lonely and desperate. Why hadn’t she noticed this in him before? What the hell kind of friend was she? “Oh, Ben. I’m so sorry for you,” she said, putting her arms out to him. He leaned forward and she wrapped her arms around his neck, his face buried in her breasts. She couldn’t help looking down and thinking he looked awfully good just right there. She was going to have to leave the room very soon, before she totally lost control of herself. But just then, he said, “Grace. I’ve got to confess something to you.” Oh shit, she thought, don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say, don’t you dare tell me you want me, too! “What is it, professor,” she whispered. “You know how much I enjoy our little chats after class, and how much you’ve helped me out this semester, and everything like that,” he said. “Yes,” she replied. He was still holding on to her, and it was driving her crazy. She could smell his shampoo, his cologne, she could feel his breath on her as he spoke, and it was all making her unbearably wet. “And you know you’re very important to me and I do consider you a friend, you know that, don’t you?” “Of course.” “But what you don’t know --” He broke off and pulled away from her to look her in the eye. “What you don’t know, Grace, is that I’m very attracted to you, physically, and…” He broke off and his eyes dropped to the ground. He couldn’t finish. She smiled. “Very attracted? Don’t be polite, Ben, you know I’m not that much of a lady.” She took his face in her hands. “Tell me what you want to tell me, and don’t edit anything.” He looked up at her. “I want you, Grace. I’ve wanted you since the first day of class and no matter what I do or how wrong it seems I simply cannot make it stop. Grace, I haven’t felt a lust like this since…Well, since I was your age!” They laughed together. But he wouldn’t be stopped yet. “I mean it, Grace. I mean, we’re friends and all, and that’s great, I like that, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” She leaned close to him. “How do you think of me?” He swallowed. He was being sucked in, and he knew it, and he didn’t know what to do about it. “I think of you in those short little skirts you wear. I think of tearing them right off of you and bending you over my desk and -- “ He stopped. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, sucking on his lower lip just a little. “You’re making me so wet, Ben, keep talking.” “Sometimes,” he gasped, “sometimes I think of tearing you apart right in the middle of class, and not giving a damn that everyone’s watching. Sometimes I want you that badly, I just want to grab you up and fuck you right up against the chalkboard. Or hide you under my desk so you can suck my dick while I lecture.” She giggled. “Believe me, if I were sucking your dick, you wouldn’t be able to lecture.” She slipped his hand under her skirt. “See what you’re doing to me?” She felt his fingers searching, finding the wetness inside her panties. “Christ,” he whispered. “I can’t take this anymore. If we don’t stop this --” “I know, Ben,” she interrupted. “I know what will happen if we don’t stop. But you wanna know something? I don’t give a shit. I want you as badly as you want me. I always have.” “I never knew,” he said. His fingers continued their exploration, pushing a little inside her. “Shit, Grace, if I don’t fuck you now, I’m gonna go out of my mind. I’m hard as a fucking rock, and it’s been so long.” “Do it,” she said through clenched teeth. “Do it, and do it now.” He stood up so quickly he knocked his chair over. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the desk. “My office. Now.” They half-ran to his office and he slammed the door behind him. He grabbed her fiercely and kissed her, pressing her hips against his rock-hard cock as she pressed his head closer to hers, devouring him in the kiss. Never coming apart, they tore at each other’s clothes, unbuttoning and unfastening and tossing and dropping, until they were both completely naked. He pulled her to the floor, still kissing her, his hands frantically exploring her body, squeezing her breasts, feeling the wetness of her pussy again. She moaned under him, shoving her hips into him, silently begging for his cock. He raised up onto his knees, pulling her up with him, and whispered, “Your mouth, Grace, I want to feel your mouth.” She was too desperate for him to make this a slowly tantalizing experience. She dropped down immediately and took his whole length, some eight inches, into her mouth. He let out a loud groan as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. He buried his fingers in her hair, keeping it out of her face, and guided her head on his cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, and continued flicking her tongue on his cock as she stroked it with her mouth. “Jesus, girl,” he cried. “You’re gonna finish me off too soon.” She backed off his cock and looked up at him. “Maybe we should divert our attention, then,” she said, leaning back and opening her legs to reveal her swollen pink pussy. He knew exactly what to do; he held her by the hips as his mouth enclosed her cunt, his tongue swirling around her clit, sucking gently, flicking lightly. She moaned and pressed his face further into her as his tongue dipped into her pussy, tongue-fucking her steadily. “Ben,” she gasped, “I want you, I need your cock, give it to me, please!” He needed no further prodding. He was up on his knees again, this time guiding his cock toward her dripping pussy. He nudged the opening and slid inside only a little, savoring the feel of this tight, hot cunt around the head of his cock. Only for a second, though, was he able to enjoy this, because Grace locked her ankles around his waist and pulled him into her, burying him balls-deep in her cunt. They cried out in unison at this, breathless and gasping. She had waited too long for this. She wanted the full force of this cock stretching her and filling her. “Fuck me, Ben,” she snarled. “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anybody before in your life.” “Don’t you worry about a thing, you delicious little wench, you,” he whispered, and before she could respond, he took her by the hips and slammed into her with quick, deep thrusts. “Holy shit!” she screamed, holding his arms for stability against his powerful plunging. Again and again his cock filled her, ramming into her with unequivocal force, as she moaned and screamed in ecstasy. Who knew he would have been this good? He pushed her knees up to her chest to change the angle, and wrapping his arm around her thighs, he doubled the strength of his thrusts. The pleasure, the intensity, it built up like so much pressure until she could feel herself on the edge of orgasm, ready to cum any second. She was just about to warn him when out of the haze of pleasure she heard him say, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum already!” “So am I,” she gasped, and at that instant the orgasm broke in her, and her body splintered into waves of pleasure as she moaned and screamed. He tried to hold on, but the feel of her pussy tightening around him as she came sent him over the edge, and he pulled out of her just in time, shooting his cum all over her ass, tossing his head back and letting out a deep groan. They gasped for breath for a few moments before they turned to look at each other. She smiled, and he smiled, and they burst into ecstatic giggles. “Well, Professor,” she said, “I certainly appreciated that lesson!” He laughed harder. “Yeah, something tells me class is going to be very interesting from now on!” Grace had always thought that if she could only fuck him once, she’d be over it. Well, things didn’t quite work out that way. Ben’s still married, but with Grace around, he’s not having a problem getting some pussy when he needs it. And as for Grace, she’s developed a killer crush on her chemistry professor… Teacher's Pet It was a typically muggy Friday afternoon in August, and I had stopped by the local Kroger for a few groceries. I was reaching for a package of Romaine lettuce when I met a slim, manicured hand and heard, "Oh, excuse me." I looked over to my right and recognized my daughter's math teacher, Mrs. Debra. "Oh, hello there!" I said, ashamed by my clumsiness, "How is my daughter behaving?" Mrs. Debra replied with a warm, sexy smile, "She's a joy to have in class, as usual." "I really don't see how you deal with that many second graders at once and keep your sanity," I commented. "It can be trying at times," she offered. "So how's business been? It has rained a lot this summer." She knew that I did landscaping because I had replaced some sod on the front lawn at the elementary school. "Yes it has. Actually, business has been very good this year, usually the busy season ends in late May, but I still have a full schedule," I said. "Well, I could give you some work sometime soon when it's convenient for you. It's so hard to get Bill to do anything around the house. What time he isn't working, he's on the golf course," Debra said, glancing quickly over the nine or ten items I had accumulated in my cart so far. "That would be no problem at all. Here's my card. It's easiest to reach me by cell or e-mail. I have a couple of restaurants to do this week but those are half-day jobs. Do you have an idea of what you would need?" I said, drumming my fingers on the cart. I tried not to be vulgar in my examination of her sexy, young figure. I was sure she met my eyes and caught me when I was noticed the cleavage her v-neck top left exposed. She was really well proportioned to have a five-foot one frame. Bill, her husband, was a very lucky man indeed. "Well, I'll get back to you one day this week. We had a fountain installed, I'm not sure yet on what I want the finished product to look like," She said, checking her watch. I could sense that she was in a hurry, so I told her that I hated to rush off but I hadn't eaten and that I should really get going. We exchanged good-byes and were on our separate ways. I had never noticed how attractive she was until today. I stared at her bubble ass till she rounded the corner and headed up the next aisle. She had no idea that she would be the inspiration for many future masturbation sessions. I received an e-mail from Mrs. Debra the following Monday: Dear Chris, Hello there, I was wondering if you could join me for coffee one day this week. I have an idea of what I'm looking for. Maybe you could meet me at Emma's on the corner of 29th and Rice St. at five o'clock Friday afternoon. I'm sorry if this is short notice, but I have really been swamped this week. I have a heavier workload this week and have been busy around the house also. I hope to see you then. With love, Debra Smith I replied to her and said that Friday was fine with me and that I would be finished well before five. Emma's was a great restaurant, very popular. They have awesome food as well as a decent selection of beer. I arrived at Emma's at about a quarter till five and reserved a table in the non-smoking section out of respect for Debra since I figured she didn't smoke. I ordered a Heineken and stepped to the bar for a shot of cognac and a smoke. When I returned to the table, there sat Debra looking as delectable as ever. She was wearing a white halter-top and a pair of tan khaki shorts that exposed way too much of her smooth tanned thighs for an elementary teacher. The white top accentuated her rich, olive skin. It also clung to the round contour of her bust, which I estimated to be about a 34C. "Hello Chris!" she said with a warm, seductive smile. "I hope you hadn't given up on me, I had to run by my house and decided to change while I was there." "Oh no, I was just at the bar having a cigarette. By my watch you're early," I said lying through my teeth. It was really a quarter after five, but I wouldn't tell her that. I was feeling a warm tingle spread through me from the two double-shots of Hennessy I had at the bar. I noticed how utterly delicious her tits looked in that skimpy top she was wearing. She looked down at my Heineken sitting on the coaster and said to me with a wink, "Did you order that for me? Aww, how sweet!" She lifted the cool lager to her lips and took a healthy gulp of the amber liquid. I eagerly watched her lips meet the glass bottleneck and as she lowered the bottle licking her lips. Damn, I envied that bottle! My cock tingled as I speculated on what cock sucking she could accomplish with a set of full, juicy lips like those. "What have you decided that you need from me?" I asked, secretly wishing that her landscaping needs included a gallon of my man-milk carefully deposited in her body cavities. "Well, for starters, I think it would be best if you stop by my house tomorrow and just take a look for yourself. I knew when we spoke at the grocery the other day I couldn't be of much help. I just get so tired of my only company being the kids and their work," She said as her brow wrinkled in a frown, "Don't get me wrong, I love children. Otherwise I wouldn't be a teacher. I just get so tired of being home alone with my cats." Well, I had a decent buzz and my tongue got ahead of my rational mind and blurted out, "What the hell's wrong with your husband, is he a crack-head? If I had a woman that was as smart and pleasing to the eyes as you, I'd never leave the house, let alone the bedroom!" I knew I had went too far that time and offered in a blush, "Oh, my God! I'm sorry that came out all wrong. It's the liquor talking." I saw a deep red blush cross her face. Thankfully, the waitress arrived with our beer and gave me a minute to think of my rescue line. I thanked the waitress and she went on her way. She offered nervously, "Well, it is flattering that you should say that, but unfortunately Bill doesn't feel that way. It's no secret what you feel. I've seen the way you have looked at me. Here today and at Kroger's last week." Her blush became a devilish grin and she added, "I am extremely flattered. It's been so long since I have been admired by any man." It was now my turn to blush, out of surprise more than anything. The majority of the time I would have never hit on a married woman, not to mention that she looked like Carrie Ann Moss with tits and ass! "I would love it if Bill stared at me the way that you do, but he doesn't," she said with a sigh. Then there was the electronic ring of a cellular phone; it had to be Debra's or someone close because it was not my ring tone. "Let me get this, excuse me," Debra said reaching into her purse. I entertained myself nursing my beer and staring at the television nearby, which I could not hear. I could however, hear bits and pieces of her conversation no matter how hard I tried to block it out. She mainly did the listening but I did hear her say, "I love you too, I'll be home as soon as I leave here." She hung up and said, "I'm sorry, I really have to go. That was Bill, pissed because I wasn't home to cook his dinner." Her cheeks reddened with frustration, "I swear sometimes I think he only married me to be a cook and maid. He certainly doesn't need me for anything else!" She rolled her eyes at the conclusion of her outburst. "That's fine, Debra, I need to get home before I drink too much. I have to work tomorrow," I said with a fast grin and then a wink. "What time is fine with you?" She rolled her eyes upward as she thought and replied, "Umm, how about nine in the morning. That isn't too early is it?" "Oh no, nine is perfect. I'm normally on the job site by seven thirty anyway and after all it is the weekend," I said. I placed a twenty on top of the check and slowly stood up. " I really enjoyed your company. I hope you'll let me cook you dinner sometime. I can grill a steak to die for. Besides, let a man cook for you for a change," I said and prayed silently for her to accept. "That sounds wonderful, Chris, but I really should get home," she said. Before anything more could be said, she moved smoothly across the space between us and kissed me softly on the cheek. I was speechless. She swept back away from me in the same fluid motion and headed towards the door. I followed her lead and left. I got into my truck and started the engine, as I backed out of my parking space I heard my cell beep twice. It was a text message from Debra. It read, "See you at nine, big boy." I was so excited I could hardly drive, nonetheless, I drove home at a sensible rate. I arrived home and the house was empty. Rachael, my daughter, was spending the weekend with her grandmother on her mom's side. I showered and had some leftover pizza and went to bed to watch some television. I couldn't get that woman out of my mind. The more I thought about how I could see her rather large areolas and her perky nipples the more my cock throbbed to life. I remembered that I was alone, so I began to massage my prick. Starting at the base of my shaft, I squeezed and worked upward excreting more pre cum with every stroke. Soon I was flogging my meat at a steady pace, imagining Debra's lips massaging my manhood with her voluptuous lips. When I pictured her juicy, red lips on my Heineken bottle I immediately felt the familiar tingle as I spiraled into orgasmic oblivion. As I spurted my pimp juice into and around my belly button I heard the bedside phone ring. The caller ID read William Smith. I felt a ping of shame flood my consciousness, as if the caller knew what I had been doing. "Hello," I said trying not to sound over eager. Debra's soft, sexy voice made sweet love to my ear drum "I didn't wake you did I?" "Oh no, silly woman, it's only nine something. I don't go to bed THAT early," I answered her affectionately. "Well good, I just called to see if you made it home alright and to thank you again for being so sweet. I haven't felt sexy in so long. Seems like the only guys that ever look at me are pre-pubescent boys or construction workers. And at least you didn't holler ' WOO BABY!' or ' SHOW ME YOUR TITS!' at least you were respectful," she said calmly. "Hey, wait a minute," I said in my defense, " It wasn't like that, after all, you're married and I respect that." She chuckled and said, "Whatever, I am a woman, remember?" Without thinking I interrupted, "Oh, yeah, you're ALL woman alright!" She sounded half-flattered, half embarrassed and changed the subject, "Anyway, I am going to take you up on that steak. I have some T-bones in the freezer that you can grill tomorrow after you finish my quote. You weren't going to start anything till next week were you?" I almost chuckled at the words "start anything" but replied, " No, I don't suppose. I could but I would be pressed for time since by the time I make all the estimates and then go get the materials the coolest part of the day would be gone." "Oh, okay then. I guess I'll see you in the morning then. I have a few tests to grade and then I need to shower and I'm off to bed. Goodnight." "Need any help?" I thought aloud, but she didn't hear me, "Ok, goodnight, Debra, see you then, buh-bye." "I don't think Bill would appreciate that, but thanks for offering. Goodnight silly boy!" she said as she hung up the phone, obviously caught off guard and embarrassed. So, she heard me after all! And she didn't even tell me to fuck off! This made me reminiscent of being a teenager and getting that rush you get when your steady lets you dip your virgin finger in her cookie jar. I spent many restless moments before slipping off into oblivious slumber. I awoke at around seven thirty. I showered, shaved and then dressed. The manwhore in me picked out my sexiest satin boxers, a pair of jeans and a hunter green Ping golf shirt that I am rather fond of because it is comfortable. A quick check of myself in the full-length mirror assured me that I looked all right. I didn't need to leave this early, so I headed to get my morning paper and brewed a pot of coffee. After I poured my first cup I sat down and skimmed the paper. After I read the front page and some of the sports I did a quick check of my watch and it was eight twenty-five. I ran up the stairs to the bathroom, added two more mists of Eternity to make sure I smelled fresh and clean. I brushed my teeth again, partly because it was only ten minutes to Bill and Debra's and also because I didn't want coffee breath. As I pulled in the driveway, I almost ran over her mailbox when I saw what she was wearing. A yellow tank top and a pair of short denim shorts. The top was tight to begin with and to make matters worse she was wearing no bra. She waved with a warm, glowing smile when she recognized my truck. "Well, good morning, pretty lady!" I exclaimed getting out of my truck, there was no masking my desire for this woman. "Good morning, Chris. I trust you slept well. I'm starved. Hurry and take a look at the fountain so you can make me that steak," she said in a low, sexy tone. "Basically, all I want is three rows of mums encircling the fountain." She said pointing in the direction of a cherub pouring from an urn. "Then just border the whole thing with the rocks I have in the garage," she added. "What type of mulch would you like then?" I asked her and then included, "What are you going to do later on, replace the mums with something else?" "Umm, the mulch doesn't matter, wood chips. But I plan on replacing the mums with daisies," she replied. "Just go ahead, and when you're done join me in the back. I'll get the grill ready," she said pointing to the wooden gate beside the house. I really didn't have to do much but pretended to be busy. From being in this business I knew at a glance what materials I would need. I was starting to think that Debra just desired my company. I'm sure she is indeed lonely having no children and from what she told me the night before her husband isn't home much. I headed through the gate of the tall, slatted fence that enclosed the entire backyard. I walked about five feet and to my left I saw an enormous in ground swimming pool. I scanned the backyard from left to right when I saw a truly mind blowing site. On a deck chair, by the pool there was Debra naked! She was reclined with one leg tossed over each arm of the deck chair massaging her pretty, pink pussy. Her juices glistened in her pizza slice shaped strip of pubic hair. My pulse quickened and my face flushed. She calmly said, "Don't act so surprised, I saw the way you've been looking at me. And by the way, you sounded kind of nervous on the phone, what had you been up to?" she asked with a devilish grin. "Why don't you have a seat? I could use a friend right now. A special friend," she winked as she made an offer I couldn't possibly refuse. "Oh, goddamn, I have died and gone to heaven! I've never saw anyone so yummy looking in all my days!" I said with gusto. "I almost drove to your house when you commented on my shower last night," she said looking at me lustfully while continuing to stroke her clitoris. "It's just that I get so lonely sometimes," she met my eyes with a look of animalistic desire, "I have needs too you know!" My cock was throbbing with every beat of my heart. I was past the point of no return so I asked, "You need any help with that?" "Fuck, I thought you'd never ask!" she hissed, "I thought you'd never ask!" Standing up, I slipped my shirt over my head. Then unbuttoned my jeans and removed my boxers and pants in one motion. Immediately my cock sprang free released from the confines of my pants. I knelt down in front of Debra and placing my hands on her knees, asked " Do you mind?" as I headed for her sweet pussy. She didn't answer. She just ran her fingers through my short hair and moved her hand to the back of my head and pulled me inward. I smelled coconut from the sun tan lotion I had mistaken for her juices glistening in her hair. I started off kissing her thighs gently, first up the right then the left. I kissed and nibbled around her swollen, erect clitoris. I worked my way down around the sides of her outer lips. I repeated this teasing action till she put her other hand, which had been massaging her nipple, on my head driving my mouth and nose into her juicy, hot snatch. Debra lifted her legs and spread them wide allowing me all access to her. She ran her fingers through my hair as I open mouth kissed and nibbled her clitoris, while alternately licking her genitals gently. At first I smelled nothing, but after a few moments, I detected a hint of musk. She was obviously very, very horny. I circled my tongue round and round her bulging clit while she ground her pussy in my face in a circular motion. Her delicious juices ran down each side of my mouth and down my chin engulfing me in her heavenly, sexy aroma. I slipped a finger in her tight opening, she moaned loudly upon my finger entering her holiest hole. She began grinding her pussy harder and in a front to back motion. She began rocking at a faster and faster pace as I felt her pussy spasm. Her thighs locked around my neck driving me deeper into her dripping sex. "Oh, oh, oh GOD! YES! YES! EAT ME GODDAMN YOU!" she howled in ecstasy. Her body convulsed violently then subsided gradually and so did my oral attention to my lover. Her body became still and so did mine, I savored her scent like someone might the aroma of a fine Brandy or Cognac. "Oh goddamn Chris, please let me suck your cock!" she groaned as I slid backwards and stood up. She moved forward and sucked my chin into her mouth, lapping at her juices on my face. Next I nibbled her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, and then letting my tongue eagerly explore her mouth. She then hungrily attacked my throbbing swollen cock with both hands. At first she just licked the oozing pre cum from my slit. Then she took the head into her delicious mouth followed by half the length of my eight. My cock jerked as she pressed her tongue ring into the sensitive flesh on the underside of my cock head. I felt I was going to cum soon, so I pulled gently back on her hair and said, "Please, let me fuck your sweet pussy." She stood up and placed her hands on my shoulders and said forcefully, "Lie down. I have something for you. Do you know how long it's been since anyone has made me cum like that?" Then we kissed like two love-starved teenagers who had managed to sneak away for some petting. She then ordered me to let the back of the lawn chair all the way down, sit at the foot and lay back. I did as ordered and she said " Don't go away I'll be right back, TRUST ME I will." And she turned and went in the back door. When Debra returned with a something shiny in her left hand I could not tell it was. She gave me a sinister grin and she straddled me and positioned her self over my midsection. She placed the head of my penis at the opening of her pussy and slowly worked side to side taking the entire length. She squatted down on me, fucking me side to side at first then in an up and down motion. Her bodies, as well as my cock, were in a ninety-degree angle to the rest of me. Therefore, the head of my penis was making even firmer contact with her vulva, massaging the entrance to her Cervix. I watched her oily, glistening tits bounce as she lifted herself up and down steadily. Oh my, the definition of the muscles in her thighs. She worked her tense body on mine in a hard, slow rhythm. She suddenly opened her hand and I saw that the shiny object was in fact a small egg shaped vibrator. Debra took the silver egg in her other hand and took it in her mouth in a seductive manner and then reach behind her with that hand, placing it to the entrance to her ass. I felt a humming sensation travel through my genitals, then throughout my entire nervous sensation. Teacher's Pet Both the velvet-like texture of her pussy and the vibration I was feeling from the neighboring hole were driving me wild. It was incredible! I timed my thrusts with hers, which were becoming more rapid and fluid. "Do you like that baby-boy?" she whispered sweetly. I answered her by groaning loudly and rolling my eyes back in my head. Debra looked deep into my eyes and pinched her nipples. Suddenly her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back in her skull. I felt the walls of her sultry love oven tense up as her second orgasm began. Debra slowed the pace of her strokes but increased the pressure, trying to go farther and farther down my shaft each time. She screamed, Oh fuck, oh fuck, goddamn!" even louder this time. Our fuck pace gradually wound down and she got up, her legs trembling severely. "I want you to fuck me doggy style, it's your turn to cum, Debra said taking me by the hand. Debra led me to the diving board of the pool. She bent over and placed one hand on the diving board and one on her ass providing more clearance to her hole .I guided my swollen, aching cock towards her glistening pussy, her lips parting eagerly to accept my girth. Placing my hands on her hips, I inched my veiny meat inside her. Once reaching full penetration, I began a slow and steady pace. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder, deeper. Goddamn you don't stop till you cum!" she ordered me firmly. Debra began squeezing my oozing dick as I fucked her per her request. I alternated from right to left to vary the angle of my penetration. She began to moan louder as she felt me swell inside her as my impending gush of cum was now at hand. "There you go baby. I feel you getting harder. Cum for me, now. Please!" That sent me over the edge combined with her vibrating cunt. The euphoric feeling of a mind-blowing orgasm engulfed my senses. When Debra felt my first blast she pushed back harder than before. Contracting the walls of her pussy, she milked load after load of my cum. I felt drained but relieved when the last spasm passed over me. I rocked slowly in and out till I felt myself start to soften. I withdrew my cock and kissed her on the back of the neck. She said to me, "I think you're running down my leg. I'll be right back. Go start the grill, I worked up an appetite." TO BE CONTINUED Teacher's Pet The view from his seat wasn't as good as he hoped for. Sitting down at the front of class was a new thing for Dave. He figured he might get a flash of stocking, or at the very least a peek at that lacy bra he had seen the outline of through her blouse as she had reached up to write at the top of the blackboard. Miss Cross was in her late 20's and small enough to have to strain to reach the top of her blackboard. Wouldn’t be the first time that Dave had considered her in high heels as she strained to reach the top of the board, skirt hitched up to mid thigh. He imagined that she did have very shapely legs although hard to get an idea from those long frumpy skirts she usually wore. No frumpy was the wrong word because she suited them, suit them better hitched up round her waist though, with her bent over that desk being fucked hard by him. Oh yes have her screaming his name as he gives her a good pounding… "Are you alright?" Dave was a bit startled to find he had been daydreaming and hadn't realised Miss Cross was now beside his desk. He sat upright, praying she wouldn’t notice the bulge in his crotch. He could hardly bring himself to look up at those deep blue eyes without imagining what they would look like staring up at him with his cock disappearing into her sweet mouth! Just then the bell rang, and Dave, startled, dropped his pencil on the floor. Before he could get to it Miss Cross bent over to pick it up. My what a view, as that flowing skirt fell around the outline of her ass he could just imagine that view without the skirt. She turned round and handed him the pencil, his hand brushing hers. She looked down and he realised she knew about his raging hard on. Quickly he gathered his things and hurried out of the room. He just got to the gate when he realised he had left his textbook in the classroom. He needed it for next day, after all he certainly didn’t want to get in Miss Cross's bad books. As he returned to the school, he knew it was empty. He could hear the cleaners in the distance. As he reached the classroom door he heard that someone was still inside. The door was ajar slightly, just enough to peek in and see Miss Cross at her desk. She was writing something, as she paused she placed the tip of her pen in her mouth, playing with it, a slight flash of wet pink tongue now and then. Dave swallowed hard. He imagined it being his cock that mouth was playing with. He was so tempted just to go in and grab her, but for now he would just watch. She smiled to herself as her fingers played with the top buttons of her blouse. She undid 3 of them as she sat back in her seat. As far as she knew no one was around, so why not? She moved the chair back a little and to Dave's surprise started to pull up her skirt. She opened her legs slightly and placed her hand over what he now could see were ivory lace panties. She undid more buttons until her blouse was open wide and one hand played with her right nipple through the satin. Dave could see the outline of her nipple as it stiffened to her touch. She lifted her right foot and placed it up on the desk, legs now open wide, revealing a nice damp patch on her panties as she rubbed them against her wet pussy. Another question was now answered, yes she did wear stockings natural coloured ones with beige lace tops. Dave found his mouth was very dry, he wanted to cough, but he didn’t dare. Didn’t want to spoil this moment. He strained to get as much in view as he could as Miss Cross slipped her finger underneath the panties. He could see the movement underneath, imagining how wet her cunt would feel, and contemplating how many fingers were rubbing and how many were inside. He looked down and realised he had undone his flies and was holding his now stiff and throbbing cock in his hand, rubbing it nice and slow in time with teacher's moans and finger thrusts. He had to stop himself from moaning too as he felt his balls twitch ready to burst. He looked again through the crack on the door. Miss Cross now had her knickers off! How did he miss that? He looked closely and saw that she had a nice smooth pussy. Mmmmmmmm he did like that. She was using 2 fingers to open up the lips of her moist cunt, and he could see that glistening clit standing proud between them, as Miss Cross sucked on her finger before plunging two of them into that wet hole as her thumb found her clit. Her movements were getting more frantic, she was fucking herself so hard with her fingers that Dave could hear the wet slurping sounds from where he was standing. He didn’t think he would last much longer, and watched, wanting to shoot his load as she came. He wished he could see it more closely, watch those muscles twitch around her hole making it pout and squeeze her fingers. He didn’t have long to wait as she started to arch her back and shudder, moaning loudly as she came. She looked at her hand, her cunt was soaking wet and her juices glistened on her hand. She heard a noise, a stifled giggle from outside the door. She jumped up, cheeks still flushed, as she noticed the door was still ajar. She opened the door and peered out. The door at the end of the corridor swung shut just as she looked out. As her hand moved down the door, she felt it slide. What the hell was that? Then she smiled as she realised what had happened. But who had it been? She rubbed the now sticky cum from the door handle between her fingers as she returned to her seat. She gave a tentative lick and smiled as she looked at Dave's desk and saw the book sitting there. She knew it! He had been looking at her in that way. Oh well, just have to see what happens tomorrow………… Teacher's Pet ‘Pay attention Grant!’ yelled Ms Elle, ‘Do you want an after school?’ Grant quickly sat up in his chair. He knew that and after school detention with Ms Elle sucked, people always said that. Grant continued writing in his book. ‘Miss! Miss! yelled Daniel, ‘I need some help.’ ‘Come and see me after school, Daniel, my doors are always open, I’d be happy to have you in there. Come in on me.’ Grant chuckled to himself, because he new his teacher didn’t know how that sounded. His biology teacher was Ms Elle, and she was really gorgeous. She was only about 5 and half feet tall, with a small body frame, except for her breasts. She had nice mousy hair, that sat around her shoulders, a nice swifty ass, which was always delightful, and the best breast Grant had ever seen. He often daydreamed about having them juggled in his face. ‘Grant! Come and see me after school in my office!’ Grant groaned, but was happy to finally be in detention with Ms Elle. After school he went in to see Ms Elle sitting at her desk. She looked angry, but still beautiful. ‘Come with me, Mr Fulton’ she said, so Grant followed her. He followed her past all the teachers into a spare bio class. She sat down on one of the tables. As soon as she turned around, Grant expected to get yelled at, but she was smiling. Somehow, Grant was turned on by her wicked smile, and almost immediately got a hard on. ‘You know you shouldn’t be daydreaming during your last year of school, Grant’ she said, almost whispering. Grant swallowed hard. ‘What were you dreaming about, Grant?’ she said as she switched her crossed legs. Grant could have sworn he had seen no underwear. ‘Were you dreaming about me, Grant?’ He couldn’t believe he heard this. But he answered anyway. ‘Yes miss, I was.’ Ms Elle sat up, and asked, ‘Have you ever seen a girl’s pussy, Grant, with your own eyes?’ And Grant actually choked on that. ‘N-n-no miss’ he answered. ‘Would you like to, Grant?’ Grant’s hard on was nearly ripping his boxer shorts. He couldn’t believe it. ‘Y-yes miss’ he said. At that, Ms Elle sat back and pulled back her mini skirt. Grant could see Ms Elle’s pussy. He could see the pubic hair, shortly trimmed, and the beautiful lushness of it. ‘Touch it, Grant’ she whispered, so soft that Grant could hardly hear her. Grant took a step forward and put his hand to her pussy. He touched the lips, and ran his index finger around the edge. ‘Now put your finger in me’ Ms Elle said. Grant stuck his index finger in her pussy. He could feel the wetness of Ms Elle’s walls and ran it up and down a bit. Then he stuck his middle finger in. He pushed them a bit, and could hear her letting out tiny moans. Grant quickly caught on, and ran his thumb around the outside, like he had done before. He could feel Ms Elle’s wetness running down his hand and wrists now. He stayed doing this for about two more minutes until Ms Elle moved and stopped him. She pulled his fingers out with and audible ‘pop’. She leaned forward and whispered in Grant’s ear ‘Come here, Grant’. Grant stepped forward. Grant was wearing really bagging jeans, and they were loose around the waist. As he stepped forward, Ms Elle’s hands shot down his pants and into his boxers. She clasped onto his cock, and Grant nearly came. ‘Oh my’ said Ms Elle, ‘so big for only a young man’ This made Grant swell up with pride. He was a big 10 inches. He had gone through puberty fast. With her other hand, Ms Elle pushed Grant’s pants down. Grant went red to be standing there with no pants on, but got relieved of that when Ms Elle started stroking his cock. This went on for another minute before Ms Elle got down off the table, knelt down and put her lips onto the head of Grant’s cock. Grant leant against the table behind him as Ms Elle started sucking on him, then moving down his shaft. Grant was surprised how much of him she consumed, her being so small and all. She sucked on him for a another minute, even deep throat, and then Grant felt that tingly feeling in his balls, only this time it felt hot on the inside of his legs, and in his stomach, and he tried to whimper to Ms Elle, but she just looked him in the eyes, and started sucking harder. Just then Grant came, into Ms Elle’s mouth. To grant, this felt absurd, But Ms Elle swallowed it all. The she got up and licked her lips. ‘You naughty boy’ she said in a mock angry voice. Grant smiled and bent to pull up his pants, but Ms Elle stopped him. ‘We haven’t finished this lesson Grant’ She grabbed grant, and swung him around and sat him on a chair, with his cock erect up in the air. Ms Elle pulled off her skirt and threw it to the floor, then grabbed her top and pulled it over her head and threw it at Grants face. Grant moved fast to pull it off his face, so that he didn’t miss the show. It smelt of beautiful perfume. But when he pulled it down, Ms Elle had already got her bra off and was standing in front of Grant, completely naked. Grant’s dream of having her beautiful breasts, full and luscious, with their perfectly shaped areolas on them, and erect nipples, came back to him. Me Elle walked over to him, and lowered her self onto the head of his cock. It wouldn’t go in, so Grant helped her wet the head with her cunt juices. Then he lowered on to him, she groaned audibly at this, and Grant felt so good. He started thrusting his hips and Ms Elle bobbed up and down on his cock. He had her tits in his face, and it was everything he imagined, only he had his teacher on his lap, and she was nearly full of his cock. He started pulsating more and Ms Elle started whimpering, ‘please be gentle Grant. I’m only used to my boyfriend’s 8 inches’. Grant didn’t care. This was for him. He started breathing really heavily and thrusting deep into her. He was happy to see that Ms Elle was nearly taking all of him, but only about 8 and half inches. He was determined to have her fully on him. He rammed her hard, and got about 9 and a half. Ms Elle was crying now, and Grant was surprised, but glad that she had brought this upon herself. He pumped more and got her to his balls. Ms Elle let out a squeal, so Grant stopped for a moment. He was getting the tingling feeling again. ‘No, don’t fucking stop’ she heaved, ‘Fuck me! I want to stay full of you cock forever! Fuck me harder!’ At this Grant Started jack hammering into Ms Elle’s tiny body, and she whispered ‘We’re going to cum together, Grant, keep fucking me!’ Grant felt the tingling again and could feel Ms Elle seizing up. So he pumped hard again, and got the feeling from his balls into the shaft, and with one last thrust came deep into Ms Elle. There was too much cum from the both of them, it dribbled out onto Grant’s lap. Ms Elle had nearly collapsed on Grant, so he pulled her small limp form off him, and set her down. She came out and they got dressed with out a word. Ms Elle managed to mumble ‘you’ve been a bad boy; I want to see you in detention tomorrow’. Grant smiled. They walked back through her office and Ms Elle said to another teacher, ‘I just had to give him an extension lesson in human anatomy’ and they walked past. Teacher's Pet I never responded to a personal ad before I responded to Manuel’s ad, and I never will again. I wish I’d never answered his, but, of course, it’s too late to worry about that now. I was an idiot, no doubt about it, but self-recriminations won’t change anything. The best I can do is to resolve not to repeat my mistake, and, believe me, I have no intention of ever responding to another such ad, even if it means I die a lonely old maid. I knew better, or course. I’m not a stupid woman. In fact, I’m not only fairly intelligent, but I am also reasonably well educated, with a master’s in fine arts degree from an impressive university back east. It’s just that, between teaching American literature and freshmen composition classes and grading student’s papers, an English teacher can get awfully lonely. There’s not much gratification in marking the sentence fragments, comma splices, and shift in tense in students’ papers. At the time I saw Manuel’s ad, I was feeling blue, mostly as a result of the periodic self-pity parties I throw for myself, and, quite frankly, his ad sounded refreshing, if a little naïve, and sincere. I’ve pitched it, but it wasn’t long, and I have a good memory, so I can quote it to you verbatim: I am not only passionate in myself, but the cause of passion in others as well. --Manuel It didn’t bother me that he was paraphrasing Prince Hal, who, concerning Falstaff, had remarked that the fleshly knight was “not only amusing” in himself “but the cause of amusement in others as well.” Indeed, the covert allusion intrigued me. Manuel’s familiarity with the bard caused me to hope that he might have more to offer than just a stiff, warm body on a cold, dark night. Silly girl that I’d been, I’d dared to hope that Manuel might have a brain as well as a cock. It’s not difficult for a lonely woman to believe a dozen impossible things about a man, all before breakfast, to paraphrase another man of letters. It didn’t take long for me to become disillusioned on that score. As soon as he answered my knock at his door, I saw that he was a hopeless dimwit. Although Manuel was a magnificent physical specimen, as muscular as he was handsome, with broad shoulders, a deep chest, a firm belly, a strong back, powerful arms and legs, a tight, compact ass, and a long, thick, manly cock, there was nothing between his ears. To call him as dense as a post would be to insult the post. Naturally, I was curious as to how someone as obviously intellectually challenged as Manuel was could have conceived the idea of paraphrasing one of the best writers in the world. I wouldn’t have asked jut anyone. Some men would be offended by such a question, and some men, when their egos are bruised, are not opposed to venting their wounded sense of themselves by loosening a few teeth or breaking a couple of bones. Manuel seemed quite capable of accomplishing either of these tasks, but I had no fear of him--not initially, at least. He was too stupid to understand the implication of my questioning him as to how he had managed to come up with such a witty line as the one that had appeared in his personal ad. When I asked him, he’d said, “Huh? What line?” “You know, the one in your ad--‘I am not only passionate in myself, but the cause of passion in others as well.’” “Oh!” His face reddened as he recalled the words. “I paid some college asshole to write that for me.” “Whatever for?” His blush deepened. “I wanted something that sounded, you know--” he faltered, seeking his next word. “Sophisticated?” I prompted him. “Yeah, that’s it--suffocated. I wanted to sound, like, suffocated.” I’ll admit that I should have cancelled our date, right then and there. I wish I had. However, as I’ve mentioned, I was lonely at the time--all right, lonely and horny. I hadn’t been with a man in months, and, stupid or not, Manuel was a magnificent specimen of the male sex. I figured, What the hell? Why not? All I wanted was a quickie; it didn‘t even have to be a one-night stand. Judging by the size of him, he ought to be able to satisfy me in that department, at least, I reasoned. Afterward, I’d just be on my way, sexually sated, never to see Manuel again. Was I using Manuel? Okay, maybe I was. I was lonely. I was horny. Besides, he was using me, too, wasn’t he? We were two adults, consenting to use one another. Of course, I made sure he understood that I have a cock and a pair of balls of my own as well as firm, full tits and a round, feminine ass. Most guys don’t like surprises--not in the bedroom, at least--and stupid men like Manuel seem to like such surprises least of all. I didn’t want a split lip, a bloody nose, a concussion, or worse, so I told him I’m a transsexual. His reaction was as I’d expected. “Huh?” he grunted. “What’s that?” I knew I had to put it in the simplest terms for him, so I said, “It’s a chick with a dick.” He frowned, clearly puzzled. “Huh? Is that possible?” To prove to him that such a transformation is possible, I hiked up my skirt, lowered my panties, and showed him my genitals. His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped. “What the hell?” he cried, amazed. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” I asked. I was horny, but I was damned if I was going to be gawked at by some retarded muscleman. As far as I was concerned, I’d shown him the package. He could take it or leave it. He clapped his hands together, grinning like an idiot. “Hot damn!” he cried. Picking me up, he carried me through his living room, into the bedroom, and set me upon his king-size bed, as carefully as if I were a china doll. “I ain’t never fucked no chick with a dick before. I didn’t even know there was such a thing.” In bed, Manuel was every bit as magnificent as I’d anticipated. He wasted no time. Stripping off my clothes and then his own, he lubricated my asshole with his saliva, pointed his erection between my buttocks, and shoved his monster cock through my tight sphincter. The long, thick column of flesh plunged into my rectum, and my anus fluttered frantically about his invading organ. He slapped my ass hard, they way, I imagine, he might have slapped a mare’s flank (or the backside of his favorite ewe), and rode me hard and fast, pounding his enormous manhood into my impaled bottom with a fury bordering upon violence. There was no tenderness or affection in his actions; I felt more as if I were being raped than being made love to. I was just an ass to him, just a hole into which he could drive and plunge. It felt as if he were splitting me apart. I gasped and cried and moaned, but my discomfort and pain merely excited him further, and he ravished me with greater urgency, his long, thick, hard prick working like a piston within my bowels. He would withdraw until only the enormous glans remained lodged within my ass, and then plunge back into me, to the very hilt, so that his balls slapped against me. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut against the tears that welled within them, telling myself that I could endure this ravishment. As fierce as it was, it would end soon. I was wrong. Manuel was a stallion. The harder he pounded me, the more excited he seemed to become. I had the feeling that he was watching his prick sliding back and forth between my wide-stretched anus, getting off psychologically as well as sexually on the assault he was committing against my impaled buttocks. It seemed clear to me that he was as enamored of his own strength, virility, and machismo as he was of my naked helplessness. He rammed his cock into me as if it were a battering ram. For Manuel, it appeared, sex was a means of dominating another person. For him, women were but weaker vessels of his own strength and stamina, to be occupied and conquered, possessed and subjugated by the power of his manhood and the strength of his masculinity, a chick with a dick even more so, perhaps, than a genetic female. He was strong, and he had stamina such as I’d never imagined, but, of course, eventually, he climaxed. He shuddered violently, crying out as if he were an enraged bull, as he shoved his huge cock as deeply into my rectum as possible, and his thick, warm semen flooded my bowels, gushing into me in long, copious spurts, as if he were emptying not only his balls but also his very heart and mind and soul into the depths of my being. He collapsed atop me, his prick still deep inside my ass, and I felt his wild heart beating against my back, as frantically as my asshole had fluttered when he’d first impaled me, and I thought how ironic it was that the line he’d paid a student to write for him, plagiarizing Shakespeare, was true, for, I must confess, his passion, though doubtlessly born of a sadistic need to punish and to conquer, did awaken within me an even deeper, corresponding passion--a lust to be hurt and used and humiliated, the passion of the masochist. He lay atop me for some time, sweating and gasping, his lungs heaving and his heart pounding, his thick cock slowly dwindling within me. I felt worse than ashamed at the thought, but I wanted him to remain inside me, stiff and swollen, panting and heaving and sweating, forever. I wanted his cock to fill me. I wanted his prick to hammer my ass. I wanted his thick, warm semen to flood my bowels again and again, erupting like molten lava inside me for eternity. Finally, his penis, soft and limp, plopped from my gaping asshole, trailing a last tendril of semen down my cleavage, and he rolled off me. Now that the act of violence had been completed, he was the same naïve, stupid fool he’d been before he’d ravished me. With anyone else, I would have attributed the question that he was next to ask to audacity, but, in Manuel’s case, I attributed it to his pronounced lack of intellect. Looking at me with this dark eyes, he smiled. “When can we see each other again?” Inwardly, I said “never,” but to his face, I said, “We’ll see.” I started to get out of bed, but he put his hand on my arm. It was a heavy hand, with powerful fingers, attached to a strong, muscular arm. “Wait,” he said. “What is it?” I asked. “Can we talk a while?” I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to put my clothes on, go home, soak in a hot bubble bath, and forget I’d ever met Manuel. “Talk? About what?” “Us.” My eyebrows rose. “Us?” He nodded, his face somber. His hand seemed heavier. I shrugged. “Okay.” He removed his hand from my arm. “What do you want to know?” Now, he shrugged. “Where do you work?” I’m a very private person. Normally, I would never answer such a question, especially since it came from a virtual stranger. But I wanted to go home. I wanted to soak my aching body--and my sore ass--and I wanted to forget all about Manuel. What would it hurt, anyway, I asked myself. The bastard was retarded or close to it. In the morning, he probably wouldn’t even remember my name, much less where I worked. I smiled. “I teach English,” I told him, “at the local community college. My next classes start tomorrow, in fact.” “A teacher,” he repeated, stroking my hair with a sausage-size finger. I was reminded of Lenny, in John Steinbeck’s novel, “Of Mice and Men,” and how the big, slow-witted sharecropper accidentally breaks the neck of Candy’s wife while he’s petting her hair in the barn. “That’s right.” He continued to stroke my hair. “A English teacher, at the college.” “Yes.” I refrained from correcting his grammar. I just wanted to leave. I just wanted to escape, to get home. “You’re pretty,” he declared, watching his finger circle inside my hair. “You the first chick with a dick I ever fucked.” “It’s late, Lenny,” I said. “I have to go now. I have to get up early tomorrow, to teach--” “What did you call me?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “You called me a name.” “I did?” “‘Lenny’! That’s what you called me. Why did you call me ‘Lenny’? My name’s Manuel. Manuel Sanchez.” “I guess you remind me of someone.” “Who?” I looked at him, uneasily. “A man named Lenny.” “Who was he, this man name Lenny?’ “Just a man.” I caught his twirling finger in my hand. “I have to go now, Manuel. Please.” His finger stopped. “Okay,” he said. I climbed out of bed, and he watched me dress. “You the first chick with a dick I ever fucked,” he repeated. I didn’t know what to say. “I hope you enjoyed it,” I said. He grinned. “I want to fuck you again,” he declared. “I want to fuck you all the time, every day.” “Well, that’s sweet, Manuel. We’ll talk, but, right now, I have to go.” He nodded solemnly. “I know. You got to teach tomorrow.” “That’s right.” “Call me.” “I will.” “You got my number, right?” “Yes.” “Call.” “I will.” “Promise?” I nodded. “I promise, Manuel.” I didn’t call, of course. I had no intention of ever seeing Manuel again. As it turned out, he didn’t leave me that option. On the third day of English composition, he showed up in my classroom, having just enrolled. To say that I was shocked to see him would be a monumental understatement. I was horrified. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. “I enrolled,” he announced, looking pleased at himself for having said such a word. “Enrolled,” he repeated, smiling. “This is a college class,” I reminded him. He took a seat--the one right in front of my desk--and sat there, grinning at me, like a mindless simpleton, eyeing the cleavage of my breasts below the collar of my blouse. I wished I hadn’t left the top two buttons unbuttoned. He looked huge. He seemed to fill the entire room. The other students, most of them just out of high school, gave him an odd look, part of wonder, part of fright. “That right,” he acknowledged my statement. “I’m getting a education, as a English teacher, like you.” The imbecile probably thought he could win my heart--and maybe my hand--by entering the same profession as the one in which I was employed. Very well, I thought. I’d show him that he hadn’t a hope in hell of passing my class, let alone obtaining a degree. “Class,” I instructed, “take out your notebooks and write a brief account of why you are here and what you hope to gain.” I looked directly at Manuel as I spoke, a smug grin on my face. As the class session ended, the students filed out, leaving their assignments on my desk. I was afraid that Manuel might lag behind, but he didn’t. He went out with the others, ogling my breasts, a stupid leer on his imbecilic face. Despite the assignment, it seemed he still believed that he could pass my class. A person can be so stupid that he isn’t aware of how truly ignorant he is, I thought. Consequently, he wouldn’t understand how hopeless his aspiration to earn a degree really is. Well, I thought, picking up his paper, Let’s see what he’s written. As I read the ragged scrawl, my eyes widened in shock, my pulse racing. Had I really read what I thought I’d read? As I scanned his jumbled scribble again, this is what I read: “I xpeck a A in this curse, or evreebuddy will no yore liddle secret.” There was no doubt that Manuel was illiterate, I thought, but maybe he wasn’t as stupid as I’d supposed. Maybe, in some ways, he was a whole lot more intelligent than I was. Teacher's Pet I was enjoying my teaching experience here in the States. On loan for 12 months from the Department of Education in Australia to learn the US teaching system and to integrate our own teaching methods into my classes at this somewhat fancy college in a small town in Oregon. I looked good today. I knew I did because I felt good. I got a lot of stares from the male students... even some of the female ones too at times. I guess I was a bit of a novelty there with my accent and the way I dressed. I had a good body and I liked to show it off. Wearing the shortest of skirts and the lowest cut tops. Seamed thigh high stockings that were held up by thin lace garter straps. And heels... I love wearing heels. They make my long legs look taught and rippled as I walked. I walked into my first class for the day. I felt every pair of young male eyes on me as I placed my books on the desk at the front of the room. I looked up at the class. Boys looking at me attentively and girls looking at me with a mixture of envy and admiration. There was one student in particular that kept catching my eye. He was different to the others. Oh, he looked at me the same way all the other boys did, but he was almost embarrassed about it. The others didn't seem to care if I caught their stares. But this one did. And yet there was something about him. He was funny, intelligent, and popular with the other students. But he was cocky and sarcastic. Almost like he was doing me a favor by showing up at my classes. He hated it when I singled him out for anything; he reddened like a beetroot. But I couldn't help myself. I got some kind of sadistic pleasure in making him uncomfortable around me. I know I was attracted to him and that bothered me intensely, knowing the taboos on teacher/student relationships. So I guess I was kind of taking out my frustration on him in class. I went through the motions of the class and at one point asked for them to bring up their assigned essays to me one at a time. As I sat at my desk reading over them I noted that Drew had not brought his up. I said nothing and continued to mark the papers. After a few minutes I stood up and walked around the room amongst the students, discussing the day's topic with them. I approached Drew's seat from behind. I leant over his shoulder till I was in his face, looking right at him. I knew he could see down my top from this position and I was secretly turned on in the knowledge of it. I whispered at him that I'd like him to come to my office after class. He nodded his acknowledgment of my request and continued taking notes. I walked back to my desk with a wry smile. Before long the bell rang and I dismissed the class. Drew was still sitting there. I packed up my books, grabbed my bag and looked at him as I walked toward the door, saying, "Shall we go?." He stood up and followed me down the hall to my small office. "Take a seat Drew," I said as I closed the door. "I won't be a second." He sat down and tried to look cool, although I knew he was uncomfortable by the way he was fidgeting nervously with his hands. I walked across the room to the desk and placed my books on the end of it, strategically dropping one off the edge as I did so. I bent over in front of him to pick it up, knowing full well that he could see straight up the back of my skirt and take in an eyeful of my panties that barely covered my ass. I turned my head to look at him as I retrieved the book and caught his eyes. He was looking straight at me, as red as anything. He quickly looked away when he realized he'd been caught. Oh hell, it was now or never. I sat my butt on the desk in front of him, only a foot away from his chair. I placed both hands either side of my hips on the desk and crossed my ankles. "Drew, I was going to ask you why, yet again, you haven't completed the essay I assigned for you. But it's obvious to me that we should talk about other things now." He looked up at me. I looked him square in the eyes and said "Did you like what you just saw? Its okay sweetie. You can answer honestly. I want you to." He never took his eyes from mine. He just nodded his head. A little in shock and amazement I think. I put my hands on either side of my skirt and lifted it slightly, only just exposing the bottom of my panties. "Would you like to see more?" I looked at his cock in his jeans and could see it growing right before my eyes. I was turned on more than ever now and he was more than a little embarrassed at my noticing his growing attention towards me. I uncrossed my legs and raised my skirt a little higher. Reaching down to my panties, I touched myself through the thin material; softly and slowly. I could feel a small wet patch appear on them. "Go lock the door Drew" I said. He stood up and obediently went to the door and locked it. He turned back to look at me. "Now come here," I commanded. He walked across the room towards me, still fidgeting nervously. "Relax," I said as I placed my hands on the waistband of his jeans and pulled him towards me. I was feeling horny and aggressive, and more than a little excited. "You want me don't you Drew?" I asked him quietly, my lips only inches from his. "Well yes, but, uhm... I've never done this before," he replied. "That's okay honey, me either. I've never ever been with a student before," I reassured him. "Uhm, no Miss. I mean I've NEVER done this. I'm a virgin," he managed to breathe the words out. I had a sudden attack of guilt. I let my hands drop from his jeans. He looked flustered, and he grabbed my hands and put them back on his waistband saying, "No, it's okay. I want it to be with you. I've fantasized about doing this with you, I just never dreamed it would happen." He looked into my eyes and nodded his head, indicating that he wanted me to continue with this crazy seduction scene. I was still somewhat hesitant, but he moved my fingers aside and undid his jeans for me. Encouraged now, I slid my hands down the insides of his jeans and pushed them down from his hips. His cock was bulging through his shorts, a little precious pre-cum staining them already. Seeing this encouraged and excited me more. I pushed his shorts down and told him to take them off completely. He did as he was told and stood there in front of me awaiting my next move. I felt a little like a tiger stalking her prey, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted this kid badly now. "What do you want Drew?" I asked him.... "I want to kiss you," he replied. That was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in a little closer to him and ran my tongue over his lips and then pushed it inside his mouth. He kissed me back, hungrily, tasting each other's tongues. His hands were in my hair, holding me. My hands were on his chest grabbing at his shirt. Lifting it up over his head, then moving down to caress and gently stroke his young, thick, hard cock. I felt and heard him moan into my mouth at my touch. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my now soaking panties. His warm, flat palm against them made me want to cum on his hand right there and then. I felt him slide his finger in the side of them. I opened my legs a little wider to allow easier access for him. Pushing myself towards him he then pushed his finger inside my hot, wet pussy. I squatted slightly on his hand, pushing his finger deeper inside me, moaning out loud. "Get down on your knees baby," I instructed him. He removed his finger from my panties. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pushed it slightly towards my pussy. "I want you to lick my panties Drew. Suck my juices through them." And he did... Oh my God, he did... I was on the edge. He pushed his finger back inside my panties and into my cunt, still sucking on me through the thin material. "Keep going Drew. I'm going to cum all over your fingers and in my panties." This seemed to give him a new mission. He sucked and finger fucked me harder and faster. I could feel the shock waves rushing through my body; sending me into spasms as I came; hard and throbbing, onto his wiggling fingers. I pushed him back. "Sit in the chair honey," I whispered. He got up off the floor and sat in the chair. I knelt down in front of him and pulled his legs out a little, dragging his ass further down to the edge of the seat. I parted his knees, and took his cock in my hand. Holding it firmly at the base I looked up at him. "Now watch," I said. I opened my mouth over the top of his cock and clamped my lips closed around the head. Then began pushing them slowly down his shaft, over the ridge. I kept going, all the way, until I could feel his balls on my bottom lip and the tip of his cock was hitting the back of my throat. I lifted my eyes to make sure he was watching. He was, so I continued to suck his cock harder and faster. Moving my head up and down the length of him, pumping my tongue against it inside my mouth and pulling firmly with my hand. I heard him make an audible groan and I knew he was going to cum. I dragged my lips up to the tip, sucked at the head and continued to pull with my hand till I felt his cum hitting my face. Jesus, so much cum. It was hitting my lips, my cheeks, my chin. I was licking it off my lips, still pulling him. Flicking it with my tongue as it continued to shoot out at me. His hands were on the back of my head, just holding it as I watched his expression while he came. I engulfed him once more. Sucking him down into the back of my throat, then squeezing with my lips all the way back up to the tip. Making one last hard suck on the end of it, ensuring there was nothing left. I stood up, kissed him one more time and told him to quickly get dressed. He did so, and I got myself tidied up as well. I looked at him. "This is our little secret, right? I mean, you can't go telling anyone. Not any of your friends." He smiled at me, kissed my lips, and placed one shushing finger against his lips. As we walked out of the office into the hall, I stood at the doorway and said "Thank you Drew. I'll be expecting you here tomorrow with that essay." "Yes miss," he smiled as we headed in opposite directions. I knew exactly what I had in store for him tomorrow. But... that's a whoooooole other story. Teacher's Pet There was something about his teacher that Carl found irresistible. He had a thing for older women, particularly ones who were lonely and sexually frustrated. Carl could always tell the ones that weren't getting enough cock. Mrs. O'Keefe definitely had that look in her eyes. Mrs. O'Keefe had to be in her forties because her eighteen-year-old daughter, Katie, was in his class. However, she kept herself in excellent shape and could easily have passed for someone in their mid-thirties. Outwardly she tried to maintain a reserved and proper appearance, but there was a subtle hint of passion below the surface. Karen O'Keefe found Carl an attractive student in the way teachers sometimes do. And why not? After all, she was allowed her fantasies. Carl was quite handsome and had a well-conditioned body he liked to display under his tight t-shirts and jeans. Karen often masturbated while thinking about the things she would like Carl to do to her. It was about the only sexual outlet she had anymore. Her husband hardly ever touched her. Of course she would never allow Carl close enough to go through with any of her fantasies. She had a daughter and a husband. She was a respected member of the community. She felt guilty enough masturbating as often as she did. Mr. O'Keefe was at least twenty years older than his wife. He was a Professor of Physics at the local college. Carl was sure that Mrs. O'Keefe hadn't been fucked in a long time, and probably had never been properly fucked. Carl figured that it was his duty to change all that. He just needed to get her alone. One afternoon Carl waited until Mrs. O'Keefe headed out to her car after school. She was putting papers in the back seat. If he played his cards right he could hitch a ride and get her alone. After that he would have to play it by ear. "Hello Mrs O. I got abandoned and don't have a way to get home. It's not much out of your way. Would you mind giving me a lift?" She smiled at him and agreed without hesitation. After a few pleasantries, Carl steered the conversation to a more intimate subject. "Mrs. O'Keefe, I need to talk to you about something personal. I can't talk to my parents but I need a grown up's advice. It's... well, Mrs. O'Keefe, I'm a little embarrassed but... it's about a woman." "No need to be embarrassed Carl. What can I help you with?" Karen smiled and was secretly pleased that he wanted to talk to her about girl problems. In fact, she was even a little excited that the conversation had moved in this direction and could feel her nipples swell. "Well, you see, Mrs. O'Keefe, I... shoot I don't know how to say this... but there is this married woman living next door and... well, I think she likes me." "Well that's nothing to be worried about, Carl. I mean you are a handsome young man. I'm sure she's just being friendly and doesn't mean anything. Is there something she does that makes you uncomfortable?" Karen was becoming more excited as the conversation progressed. Apparently she wasn't the only one who masturbated over Carl. "Well, not really uncomfortable, Mrs. O'Keefe. She asks me over to clean her pool when her husband is not home and wears the tiniest bikini I've ever seen. I mean, it's hard not to look and she does have a terrific body." "Well there is nothing wrong with looking, Carl. I'm sure she appreciates it." "Yeah, but sometimes she asks me to put suntan lotion on her back. She unfastens her top and purrs when my hands dig into her flesh. Well, Mrs. O'Keefe, I am a guy and you can imagine the effect this all has on me." Karen's pussy was leaking as she imagined his cock getting hard. The conversation was getting a little uncomfortable. "Perhaps you should talk to her about it and tell her it makes you uncomfortable." "Oh, I didn't say it made me uncomfortable, Mrs. O'Keefe. I always look forward to cleaning her pool. I'm just not sure what I'm doing is right... you know, she being married and all." "You haven't really done anything wrong, Carl. Don't worry about it." "Well maybe not, but what about when she turns over on her back while I'm rubbing lotion onto her, and she doesn't have her top on and she puts my hands on her breasts. Is that wrong Mrs. O'Keefe?" Karen was momentarily speechless and looking for a reply. Carl continued. "Or what about when she puts her hand in my swim suit, or when she pulls down my trunks and puts me in her mouth, or when she pulls me on top of her and wraps her legs around me and we fuck. Is that wrong, Mrs. O'Keefe?" Karen was confused and tried to control her breathing. Her pussy was dripping like crazy. Her lips trembled and her legs were shaking. She was searching for words but they just wouldn't come. "Take the next left and follow it to the end." Carl pointed to a road that he knew would eventually dead end in an empty field. Mrs. O'Keefe turned but her mind was still mush as erotic images of Carl fucking his neighbor swirled through her head. She needed to regain control but it was hopeless. "Carl, I... um... it's not your fault, but..." "The thing is, Mrs. O'Keefe, it's the best sex I've ever had. Nothing like the girls in high school. She goes so crazy and just can't get enough. I don't think her husband keeps her satisfied. It seems to me that she deserves what I give her. I mean just because she's married doesn't mean she has to stop enjoying life, does it? Do you think it's wrong, Mrs. O'Keefe?" They reached the dead end. Karen stopped the car confused about what to do or say next. Carl reached over, turned off the motor and dropped his hand to her thigh. "Does your husband keep you satisfied, Mrs. O'Keefe? Is there something you need from me?" Carl's hand slid up her leg and under her skirt. Karen knew this was all wrong. She knew she had to stop this from getting out of control. That's what her head kept telling her, but her body was frozen. Carl's fingers pressed into the crotch of her damp panties. His fingertips rubbed along her slit and pressed against her clit. Karen could feel jolts of pleasure surge through her body. Karen kept telling herself that this was all wrong, but she felt her legs move apart almost as if they had a will of their own. Carl's fingers moved under the damp crotch and into the folds of her tingling pussy. She gasped as two fingers pushed into her body. His thumb rubbed her clit while he finger fucked her cunt. Karen's breathing became unsteady. It was going to happen. She was going to have an orgasm. Before she could cum, Carl pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Karen's head was spinning. She couldn't figure out what was happening. She needed to finish. Why did he stop? She was so close. Suddenly a hand was under her blouse playing with her tits. At the same time he guided her hand over to his lap. She felt the naked flesh of his hard cock. She was more confused than ever. Her fingers wrapped around the swollen shaft. Karen stroked it slowly. A trickle of sticky fluid dripped onto her hand. Carl was sure that the rest would be easy. Mrs. O'Keefe had done nothing to stop him. In fact she had cooperated every step of the way. He pushed her bra up over her tits and tweaked her hard nipples. He leaned over and put his lips on her neck, lightly biting and licking the sensitive skin. A gasp escaped her lips. Carl sat up and moved his hand to the back of Mrs. O'Keefe's neck. He pulled her head down towards his cock. For the first time she showed some resistance. Carl applied more pressure until her head began to move. Karen realized that she had let things go too far. It had to stop. She tried to resist the pressure of his hand, but Carl was too strong. "No... no... please... let me go..." Then her eyes saw the magnificent cock her hand had been stroking. How many times had she masturbated while sucking her fingers and pretending it was Carl's cock? Here it was in front of her face, even more magnificent than she had imagined. Karen struggled to pull away but Carl was much too strong. She stared at the smooth skin of the mushroom shaped tip as it came closer and closer. The temptation was too great and the tingling in her loins too powerful. Karen opened her lips and let it slide into her mouth. The feel of his hard meat against her tongue was everything she had imagined. She swirled her tongue over the swollen tip. She explored the ridges and veins bulging from his hard flesh. When she felt him push against the back of her mouth, Karen used the skills she had learned in college and let his cock slide down her throat. Carl let up on the pressure he had been applying to the back of Mrs. O'Keefe's head. She continued to aggressively lick and suck his cock. It was clear that she loved what she was doing and was good at it. He sat back and let it happen. Karen felt the pressure from the back of her head go away. She knew this was the time to escape. Just a few more seconds, she told herself. Her pussy was dripping like crazy and demanded attention. Karen slipped two fingers under her panties and rubbed them hard against her slimy clit. Her cock-sucking skills were so good that Carl could feel his balls quickly filling with cum. Her head bobbed aggressively up and down the length of his cock. She took him deep in her mouth and massaged him with her throat. He saw Mrs. O'Keefe furiously fingering her pussy at the same time. She was on fire. It wasn't going to take much. The pressure in Karen's tummy had peaked. The feel of Carl's hard meat in her mouth and throat coupled with the sensations from her fingers on her clit and in her pussy had her head spinning. Just as she was about to explode, Carl put his hand back on her neck and thrust deep into her mouth. Karen felt his cock swell between her lips and knew what was about to happen. Her body stiffened. Karen squeezed her thighs against her fingers. A scream tried to escape from her throat. Hot cum exploded into her mouth. Pussy juice flooded her panties and trickled over her ass. More cum blasted into her mouth. She could feel it drool from her lips. Carl pulled her off his cock and pumped a stream of cum between her eyes. Another blast shot up the side of her nose and into her hair. Carl watched cum pour from Mrs. O'Keefe's mouth as she gasped and moaned in orgasm. This was the best blowjob he had ever had. As her orgasm subsided, Karen realized what she had done. Sex with a student under any circumstances was strictly forbidden. She could lose her job. Even worse, she could possibly go to jail, although she knew that Carl was eighteen. What if her daughter or husband found out? It would destroy her family. She had to get out of there. "Oh my god... oh shit... thank you, Mrs. O'Keefe. That was the best ever. Look, give me a few minutes and then I will satisfy you the way you satisfied me." She had regained her senses and knew she had to act quick. She was the grown-up here and she was going to take charge. "Carl, what happened was a mistake," replied Mrs. O'Keefe while wiping cum from her face. "If you ever say anything I will deny it, and I'm pretty sure my word will be believed over yours. Now get out of the car." Carl couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had enjoyed sucking his cock as much as he had enjoyed her doing it to him. She even had an orgasm using her own fingers. And now she was calling this a mistake. Something was wrong. "Look, Mrs. O'Keefe, I know that you enjoyed having my fingers in your pussy and sucking my cock. You think that was a mistake? Are you trying to tell me your husband makes you feel those things, Mrs. O'Keefe? Well I don't believe it. I don't think you really want me to leave." Karen had enjoyed those things and it was true, her husband never satisfied her even when they fucked, which was hardly ever. She knew Carl could give her the satisfaction she so desperately craved, but she also knew it was completely out of the question. She would go back to her fingers and vibrators. "Get out, Carl. I'm not going to ask you again. We'll pretend like this never happened." Karen leaned over and opened the passenger door. Carl didn't budge. Karen put her hands on his shoulder and pushed. "Go. Don't make a scene." Carl was fuming. Mrs. O'Keefe couldn't just throw him out like a dog. Not after what he'd done for her. He grabbed her hand and bent her fingers back until she grimaced with pain. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. His face was inches from hers. "Don't do this to yourself Mrs. O'Keefe. We don't have to play games. You know you want my cock in your pussy. It's going to happen one way or another so you may as well enjoy it." Now Karen was scared. She hadn't expected this kind of a reaction from Carl. She realized that she had to get away quickly before he hurt her. She yanked her head free and bit him on the arm until he let her go. Karen found the door handle and tried to scramble from the car. Carl grabbed her skirt. She felt it rip free from her body as she fell onto the ground next to the car. Karen began to run but only got a few steps before Carl grabbed her arm and jerked her back. He threw her forcefully against the car. Karen put out her arms to break the impact. Carl slammed up behind her, twisted her arm behind her back, put his other hand on the back of her neck and slammed her face down on the hood. "Ms. O'Keefe, you're making this difficult. You don't have to be ashamed about your feelings. You know you want my cock. Now quit fighting it." Karen was barely able to move. Carl unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground. He ripped her panties from her body and pressed his cock into the crack between her ass cheeks. It was already hard. Karen knew she was about to get fucked. "No Carl... please. I have a husband. I can't do this. Please stop. I won't say anything. Let's just both leave and forget any of this ever happened." Carl didn't respond to her plea. He kicked her feet apart and positioned the head of his cock at the juicy entrance to her pussy. Unable to move, Karen closed her eyes and waited for it to happen. Carl shoved hard. Her pussy was still wet from her orgasm and easily opened for his hard meat until it was completely buried up her cunt. Karen tried to pretend that nothing was happening. He could fuck her, but she was determined not to respond. Her body betrayed her. When she felt his big cock drive deep into her pussy Karen realized that she had not been filled like that in a long time... maybe ever. He pulled out and slammed back into her cunt. A small gasp escaped from her throat. Without thinking she tilted her ass in the air so he could go even deeper. Carl took his hand from her neck, but kept her arm twisted behind her back as he continued to plow his cock into her hot pussy. He looked down and watched his hard shaft, dripping with juices from her cunt, slide in and out between her ass cheeks. When she tilted her ass and pushed back against his cock he began to pound into her harder and faster. Karen could feel the pressure building in her tummy. She was going to cum. The cock pounding her cunt was driving her crazy. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit. Her breathing became more and more erratic. She moved her ass as he fucked her trying to draw his cock deeper and deeper. Words began to spew from her mouth. "Fuck me... yes... fuck me harder... god I love your cock... ooooohhhhhh... fuck me..." "Yeah baby... your cunt is so hot... I'm going to fuck you 'til you can't stand." Carl let go of her arm and grabbed her hair jerking her head back. He slammed his cock up her cunt so hard that he practically lifted her off the ground. She was shouting one obscenity after another. He grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple hard. Karen's body stiffened. She screamed. Her pussy clenched his cock and gushed a flood of cuntjuice down his shaft and over his balls. Carl spun her drained body around so she was facing him and shoved his cock back into her dripping pussy. He looked into her glazed over eyes and watched her head jerk each time he slammed into her body. Karen was possessed. It was as if a strange and reckless woman had taken over her body. She had become an animal. She couldn't get enough of this young man's cock. The schoolteacher and wife and mother had faded into the background. She was his whore, his fuck toy. Karen moved a finger down to her clit. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She gazed at him with a wild look in her eyes. "Fuck me... make me cum... oh yeah... harder... fuck me harder... shove your big cock up my cunt... aaaaaaahhhhhhh... oh fuck... yeeeeessssss..." She bit her lip as her fingers furiously rubbed her clit. She wrapped a leg around his thigh. Another explosion was building in her pussy. She shoved two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. Her eyes never left Carl's. "Oh god Mrs. O'Keefe... your pussy is so hot... aaahhhhh yeeesss... god I love fucking you..." Carl could feel cum churning in his balls. His hands slipped down to the cheeks of her ass and lifted her off the ground. Karen wrapped both legs around his thighs and leaned back against the car. Carl slipped his middle finger between her cheeks until her found the tight nub of her asshole. He pressed until it pushed inside. Karen had never had anyone play with her asshole before but she was too high and out of control to do anything but enjoy it. She could feel a huge explosion building. Her fingers rubbed her clit faster and faster. Carl's finger pushed deeper into her ass. "Cum in me, Carl... I want to feel your cum squirting into my pussy... oh fuck yes... finger my ass... oooohhhhhhhh... I'm going to cum... oh god... here it cums..." Karen clawed at his chest as her pussy clenched tightly around Carl's swollen cock. She felt hot cum squirt into her pussy. She threw her head back. A scream pierced the air around them. More cum pumped into her cunt. An explosion began in her belly and ripped through her body. Juices gushed from her cunt. Another explosion ripped through her. His cock continued to hammer her pussy and spray cum into her dripping cunt. They were both drained. Carl held her with his cock still buried in her pussy until he caught his breath. He finally put her down and pulled on his pants. "That was the best ever, Mrs. O. I gotta get home, but I'll see you in class. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow afternoon." Karen could barely stand. Her knees were wobbly as she staggered back toward the car door. Cum and cunt juice were streaming down her legs. Her panties were ripped beyond repair and her skirt was torn. She finally managed to wrap it around her waist so it would stay in place. She slipped into the driver's seat and fumbled for the keys. Then she broke down and cried. Teacher's Pet Karen Nelson sighed and laid down the red pen she'd been using to grade papers and stretched her back. It was Friday and the clock on the back wall of the rectangular shaped classroom read five fifteen. School had been out for more than an hour and the custodians had already been into her room. She would probably be the last one to leave the building, which wasn't unusual any more. The thirty-eight-year old woman looked out over the empty room and desks and an unbidden thought came to mind as she looked at the desks. In her mind's eye she could see the young boys that sat in the desks throughout each school day. Many of them, who were all seniors, were very handsome and she had noticed them, on several occasions, staring at her – especially her long, slender legs and well-rounded ass. For her it was a huge compliment because of her age and the fact that many of her girl students were very sexy. To have good-looking teen boys staring at her body in a way that more than suggested they would love to fuck her was extremely flattering to the older woman. She was after all nearly fifty and, while she wasn't a bad looking woman, she was still much older than any of her male students. Much of Karen's problem was her husband. Frank had never been a good lover; she seldom had an orgasm and every time he made love to her, she had to finish what he started. Like that morning when he woke her up with the head of his cock brushing the lips of her pussy. Before she was even half awake, Frank's tongue was in her mouth and his cock pushing into her pussy. And, before five minutes were up, he was unloading his seed into her, then rolling out of bed to take a shower. As always, Karen took care of business when it was her time to shower. Sex with Frank just left her unsatisfied and frustrated. And, she had to admit, the love that had once been there, was gone. They were just going through the motions these days. She sighed and pushed away from the desk. She walked to the cloakroom at the back of the room, opened the door and stepped inside. It was a narrow room about twenty feet long and five feet wide with hooks on each side to hang up coats. It was the middle of March and mornings were sometimes cool enough to wear a light jacket or sweater. She'd hung her sweater at the end of the room and walked to it without turning on the light. With the door open she could see well enough to walk the short distance and retrieve her sweater. Suddenly it became very dark. Someone had shut the door. Karen frowned. She hadn't heard anyone enter her classroom. Maybe it was one of the custodians checking the rooms before leaving for the day. As she was about to turn around, she felt arms encircle her waist and hands begin to caress her flat tummy. "W-Who's t-there?" she stuttered with shock. "Shhhhh, Mrs. Nelson." The voice in her ear was a low whisper and she couldn't place its owner. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you." "W-What do you want?" "Just be cool." Karen tried to identify the voice but she couldn't since the whisper was low and difficult to distinguish. Whoever it was had to be a student because she could detect a youthful sound to the whispering voice. And she had seven different classes of seniors that she taught history to, an average of thirty students per class and roughly half were male. She was at a loss as to who was holding her in the dark cloakroom. The hands slid slowly up until she felt her breasts being cupped. The student's hands began to gently roll her heavy 40D tits, pushing them together, pressing on them. She could hear his breath in her ear, shallow and course with excitement. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse, slowly; one button at a time then removed it and dropped the garment on the floor at her feet. Then his hands were on her tummy, softly caressing her skin, the fingertips moving in tiny circles on her bare skin, sending shivers coursing easily up her spine. "Please..." Karen sucked in a deep, tremulous breath. "I'm a teacher. You can't do this." The student didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly unclasped her bra and quickly removed it, sending it to the floor on top of the blouse he'd taken off her. His hands cupped her heavy breasts again and toyed with them. She gasped when his fingers began teasing her hardening nipples, pinching and pulling the fat, hard nubs. In spite of herself, Karen moaned. It felt deliriously wonderful. Still, this was a student and to get caught making love to a student, regardless of age, would be cause for immediate dismissal. "Please, if someone catches us-" "Shhhhh. Everyone's gone, Mrs. Nelson," he whispered in her ear. Karen let out a soft cry as he suddenly pinched her nipples hard. It hurt, yet felt wonderful at the same time. She could feel her resolve evaporating by the minute as the young man behind her continued to love her tits. She leaned back a little and felt his hard cock press against her ass. It felt very long and fat and snuggled nicely in the groove of her cheeks. "Can you feel my cock?" "Yesssss!" she whimpered. "Do you like it?" "It's...it's very nice," she murmured. "Turn around and get on your knees, Mrs. Nelson." Karen stared blankly into the darkness for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Then realization dawned as she felt his hands gently turn her around by the shoulders and push down until she dropped to her knees. She couldn't see anything and didn't know what to do. She understood that he wanted her to take his cock into her mouth, something she'd never done or wanted to do. Then, without warning, she felt the tip of his cock touch her right cheek and move slowly until it pressed against her lips. She moaned a little, afraid to comply. Having a man's cock in her mouth...well, she hadn't even let Frank do that and he was her husband. "Take my cock in your mouth." The whisper was a hiss, forceful and insistent. Karen wrapped the trembling fingers of her right hand around the fat shaft, and then slowly took the massive head between her quivering lips. She heard the sudden hiss of air as she slowly accepted the student's cock into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. She could taste the salty flavor of his pre cum as she little by little drew him inside. All at once, the preconceptions she'd had about sucking cock vanished as she began sucking the hard, throbbing organ. "Ohhhhh!" he gasped. "This is way fucking better than I thought it would be!" "MMMMM!" Karen no longer had any reservations about what she was doing. Perhaps it was because of the frustrating years she'd spent satisfying her husband without satisfaction in return, but she now wanted the young man's cock. She wanted to suck it all night, feel its throbbing hardness on her lips. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock fill her mouth with hot, sticky cum. She jerked his jeans down around his knees and grasped his soft ass cheeks. Holding his ass tightly, her long nails digging into the flesh, Karen began bobbing her head up and down. She moved unhurriedly, taking the head as far into her mouth as she possible could, then slowly releasing it until only the fat head remained inside. Up and down her head moved as her mouth sucked greedily. Karen released his cock and began licking the fat shaft and head the way the women in Frank's sex videos did. She'd found the videos one day while cleaning out the closet and had watched with fascination as the young women furiously sucked big, hard cocks. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right but she knew she couldn't be doing much wrong by the grunts and groans of approval coming from his mouth. Shoving the monster cock back into her mouth, Karen managed to slip out of the skirt she wore, then fumbled with her pantyhose and panties until she was completely naked. She was lost in a world of nasty erotic sensations and the notion of being completely naked while the young man used her as a slut, aroused her more than she could have believed possible. "Oh, fuck, Mrs. Nelson!" the student cried out. "Sooooo good!" Karen froze. The whisper-voice was gone and she recognized it immediately. She stood up quickly and backed down the narrow room until she was at the door. She fumbled for a moment until she found the switch and flipped it on. The room was suddenly bathed in bright light and she saw the student, jeans down around his knees, hard throbbing cock standing at attention, as he looked at her with terrified eyes. "Randy..." she breathed. "Randy Bartlett." She stood at the door with a finger still on the light switch. He was one of the most handsome boys in school, one who could have any girl he wanted. She couldn't believe her eyes as she stared at him. "Randy, why?" she asked in a soft voice. "Why me? You can have any girl in this school." He shook his head. "I...I...just...I don't know," he stammered. "You turn me on, Mrs. Nelson. I've wanted you since I first came here. And getting you for a teacher this year, sitting in your class and watching you..." Karen walked the short distance to Randy, grabbed his face with her hands and backed him against the wall. She mashed her mouth to his and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. She hooked one foot behind his legs as she devoured his mouth, kissed him with a white-hot fever. As they kissed she worked his shirt off, then released him long enough to help him take off his briefs and jeans. "You want to fuck me, Randy?" she husked. "You want to fuck my cunt with your big dick?" "Oh, fuck yes!" She nibbled on his lips. "You want to fill me with your hot cum?" "Yesssss!" he hissed. Karen took his hand and led him into the far corner where an old table was stored. It was big enough to sit on and she settled her sexy ass onto the top. She spread her legs wide and pulled Randy between them. The teacher encircled his fat shaft with the long fingers of one hand and cupped his cum-swollen balls with the other. "You are built very nicely, Randy," she cooed in a husky voice. "That feels so good, Mrs. Nelson." "Shhhhh," she hushed him as she slowly stroked his throbbing organ. "If you're going to fuck my cunt with your big cock, then you don't need to be so formal. Call me Karen." "Oh, Karen...I can't believe this is happening!" "Fuck me, Randy! Fuck my pussy! I need it, baby!" Karen gasped loudly when she felt the massive head of Randy's cock spread her pussy lips and sink deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, his tongue deep in her mouth while he slowly rocked his hips. She moaned loudly into his mouth as his cock thrust in and out of her sopping wet pussy. "Yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck your teacher's horny cunt!" "Oh, baby! I don't want to stop fucking you!" "Suck my big tits, Randy! I want to watch you suck my nipples!" Karen leaned back a little, placing her hands on the table behind her. She watched through lust-filled eyes as her sexy student took her ripe tits in his hands and began to feast on the hard fat nipples. She whimpered and groaned with pleasure as she watched his handsome face feast on her nipples. "Bite my nipples, baby! Hurt my nipples!" Karen screamed with pleasure when he complied. Randy chewed the fat nubs, sucked on them, and sucked them deep into his mouth. Tiny mewling sounds came from her mouth as she watched her young lover devour her nipples. She held his head in her hands and talked dirty to him, begged him to fuck her hard, pleaded with him to make her nipples hurt. She suddenly realized that for the first time in her life she was acting like a slut and this knowledge stoked the fires of her desire. "Fuck me like a slut," she hissed. "Oh yeah," he husked. "You are a slut, aren't you?" "Yesssss!" "You like having your cunt filled with a cock, don't you?" "Oh, fuck yeah!" "You want my seed in your cunt, don't you?" "Oh, please..." she husked. "Fill me with your seed." "I'm not wearing a condom," he cautioned her. "I don't care. Please, cum in meeeee!" Karen felt strange as she heard herself speak. She had just begged the young boy to come in her pussy, knowing he wasn't protected with a condom. His seed could very well make her pregnant but suddenly she didn't care. She had never been this aroused before and the realization that Randy might make a baby in her didn't matter. She just wanted to feel his young, hard cock cum inside of her. She wanted his cum in her pussy, needed his cum in her pussy. Then she completely astonished herself and the words were out before she had time to think. "I want to have your baby, Randy! Please make me a mommy!" "Oh, baby," he husked. "Yesssss!" Randy began to rock his hips harder, ramming his hard manhood into his teacher's wet, greasy pussy. His hands were filled with her big tits and he squeezed them hard. He pulled and pinched her hard nipples and she screamed with hot desire. Karen and Randy grunted and moaned as they rocked their hips together; the tempo was hot and erratic as they forcefully slammed into each other. "I-I think I'm gonna cum!" he hissed. "Yesssss! Cum in me, Randy! Give me your baby seed!" "I love you, Karen!" he cried out. The sudden declaration of love astounded Karen and she dimly wondered if he meant it or was saying he loved her because he was so aroused. It didn't matter because she suddenly understood her own feelings. Right or wrong she knew how she felt, too. What was happening to her went far beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life. "I love you, too, Randy!" she whimpered into his mouth. "Please make me pregnant! I want to have your baby!" The words were no sooner out of her mouth when he suddenly stiffened and screamed. As the first hot spurt of cum jetted into her pussy, Karen dug her nails into his back and cried out with desire. Wave after delicious wave of orgasm rolled over her until she thought she would pass out with pleasure. They held each other tightly, lips touching, eyes open and staring as they rode the crests of orgasm. Finally, Karen and Randy collapsed back on the desk, their bodies trembling with the force of their wild, unbridled love making. She stared wild-eyed at the face of her young lover, hardly believing that she was in the cloakroom, naked with this young boy, who had just made the most intense love to her she'd ever experienced. His eyes were closed as he tenderly kissed her nipples. "I really do love you, Karen," he said softly. "And I really do want to have your baby," she heard herself say. "What if I didn't make you pregnant?" he asked. She smiled. "Then we'll just have to keep trying, won't we?" She brushed fingers through his dark hair and added in a soft voice, "From now on, I'm yours, Randy. I will do anything you ask of me." * * * * * * * * * Karen was miserable all weekend. In her mind she was afraid that Randy had bragged to his friends that he'd fucked her after school and now everyone in town knew about the slutty history teacher at the high school. She kept expecting the school principal to show up and demand her resignation, or flat out fire her on the spot. Every time the phone rang she jumped. By Monday morning she was a bundle of raw nerves. When she walked into the front door of Jackson High she still expected to find Mr. Ames waiting for her in the foyer. But it was early and, as usual, there were only a few students gathered by the door. None of them paid attention to her when she walked down the hall to the main office to check her mailbox. Nor did she see the principal or anyone waiting with pitch forks. All was normal. "Hi, Karen!" Deborah Billings called out. "Hi, Debbie." "Say, one of your students brought this in a few minutes ago," the office attendant, said, handing Karen a small box wrapped with tape. "Who?" "Randy Bartlett. He said you would know what it was." "Is he, ah, still in the building?" Karen tried to keep her voice natural. Debbie shook her head. "He said he had to run a quick errand for his mom before first hour." Karen took the package and went to her room. She still had thirty minutes before first hour class started. She dropped her briefcase by her desk, then walked to the teachers lounge and the women's bathroom. The lounge was deserted and she hurried into the bathroom. In the far stall she opened the package and found a test tube filled with a thick, white substance. Karen stared at the glass tube for a long moment before she realized what was in it, then she gasped loudly. On the bottom of the box was a folded sheet of paper. I thought you would like this more than an apple. I jacked off twice this morning and it's fresh. I want you to drink every drop of my cum. She read the note again, then looked at the glass vial. She felt her pussy become moist as she removed the stopper. With trembling hands she touched the rim to her lips and turned it up. Karen closed her eyes and a soft groan escaped her mouth as Randy's cum, still warm, spilled into her mouth. She took all of it in and savored the unfamiliar taste before she swallowed every drop. It was salty, thick and smooth as satin, as it slid down her throat into her tummy. Then, without thinking, she began to furiously rub her pussy as she recalled their love making on Friday. Gone were the horrible feelings of recrimination she'd suffered all weekend. When she came, she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. The taste of her young lover's seed was still fresh in her mouth as she sat on the toilet gasping for breath. Karen smoothed her skirt and stepped into the hall. The hall was filled with students, some on their way to a class, some hanging out talking to friends or lovers. Her classroom was at the end of the hall and she headed in that direction. About halfway down the hall she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Randy. "Hi, Mrs. Nelson." "Oh, um, hi, Randy," she stammered. She was happy that he hadn't used her first name. That would have caused some unwanted attention if someone heard. "Did you...get the package?" he asked softly in a low voice. "She nodded and smiled. "Yes I did. Thank you." "Did you drink it?" he asked with a grin. She cast a quick look around her and lowered her voice. "Yes. I told you Friday that I'm yours, Randy, and I'll do anything you want me to do." "Anything?" His brow rose as he looked at her. "Yes." Karen felt like a slut and she suddenly found that she enjoyed that knowledge. In spite of the fact that she'd just masturbated to a mind-numbing climax in the ladies room, she felt her pussy begin to moisten again. All at once she was beginning to really enjoy this newfound feeling. She had never experienced anything like this with Frank and she liked the way she felt. She had a strong impression that it would please Randy and, at that moment, she might have done anything to please him. "I want to be your slut, Randy." "Really?" he asked softly. "Yes." He looked around the hall to make sure they were alone. "I want to fuck you in the ass." "Ok." "You'll do it?" "Yes, darling," she replied softly. "I'll do anything you want." He nodded as if thinking about something. "This afternoon after school is out. " "Ok, Randy," she said meekly. He smiled and turned to go to his first hour class. Karen felt her legs turn to jelly as she walked to her own classroom. Never before had she known anything so exquisite and she hoped that it would go on forever, though she knew that it would have to end one day. She just hoped it would last for a while. * * * * * * * * * * The day went so slowly and Karen kept looking at the clock on the wall. Even the second hand seemed to stand still and it was all she could do to keep from screaming in frustration. She wanted desperately to feel her young lover's cock deep inside of her again. The thought that he would most likely put his monster cock in her tight virgin ass didn't trouble her. She wanted him in any way that he wanted her. She wanted to be his slut and please him in any way she could. Teacher's Pet Finally, the school day was over. She had to wait another forty-five minutes until the clock read 5:15 but the wait didn't seem so bad. Her wait was nearly over. At ten past five, as he had instructed at the end of his class with her, she went into the cloakroom and undressed. She sat down on the edge of the desk, completely naked, at the far end of the narrow room where he had fucked her on Friday. Karen left the light on, also per Randy's instructions, and sitting on the desk without any clothes on was so arousing that her pussy was sopping wet when the door finally opened. Randy closed the door and walked down the room to where she sat. His eyes feasted on her naked body, then locked onto her eyes. She could see the lust building quickly in his eyes and saw the growing bulge in his pants. The young boy stood a few feet away, out of her reach, staring at her nude body. Curiously she didn't feel awkward. She felt stimulated, sexy, and bold, as she sat naked on the desk while her young lover stared at her. "You look sexy, Karen," he husked softly. "Thank you, Randy." "Do you like being naked while I'm still dressed?" "Yes." "Does it make you feel like a slut?" "Yesssss..." "Spread your legs wide," he commanded softly. "I want you to look like a slut." She watched as Randy reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a small glass jar about the size of a baby food jar. She couldn't see what was in it because of the way he held it but she felt her pulse quicken; whatever the contents, Karen was sure that it would be something to add to her new status as a slut. He twisted the lid off and held the jar up. "I had eleven of my friends do me a favor. They all jacked off in this jar, then I jacked off in it. There are twelve loads of cum in it." He grinned when he saw the alarm on her face and quickly guessed the reason. "Don't worry, Karen, they don't know anything about you." "W-When did they...do it?" she asked in a quiet stammer. "About fifteen minutes ago," he smiled. "It's very fresh. He held the jar out to Karen and she accepted it with hands that trembled with desire. She knew what he wanted her to do with it and she stared at the jar with eyes filled with lust. The small jar was nearly full with cum and she inadvertently groaned. Twelve young boys had jacked off in the jar and she was expected to drink their seed. She raised her eyes to Randy. "Drink it. Karen." "Oh, Randy..." Karen brought the rim of the jar to her lips and tipped her head back slightly. She felt the warm seed, salty and thick, spill into her mouth. She took nearly half of it in, let it caress her tongue with its thick, satiny texture while she closed her eyes and whimpered softly. Then, with her eyes open and on her young lover, she consumed the rest of the male seed in the jar and groaned loudly as the smooth seed slid easily down her throat and into her tummy. "Did you bring the Vaseline?" "Yes." He nodded and began to undress, letting his clothes fall to the floor at his feet. When he was completely naked, Karen stared at his young, athletic body with eyes that were full of fiery longing for his touch. She was a little apprehensive because she knew the purpose of the Vaseline, but she wanted it – crave it. "Put some on my cock," he said. "Yes, baby," she murmured. Randy groaned as she lightly rubbed the greasy salve onto the hard, fat shaft and massive, bulbous head. His head bent forward and he pressed his lips to hers. Karen whimpered when his tongue entered her mouth. They kissed with a hard, fiery passion as Karen held his mammoth cock in one hand, sliding her hand slowly up and down the fat shaft. "Get on your knees." Karen hurried to comply, feeling naughty and sexy with her ass jutted out before him. A tiny mewling sound came through her slightly parted lips when she felt his fingers dabbing Vaseline onto her hot, virginal asshole. She cried out softly when he slipped his forefinger into her. "Ohhhhh!" "Do you like that, Karen?" "Yesssss!" Randy began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her tight asshole, expanding and loosening her anal ring with each slow thrust of his fat digit. Karen's breathing was ragged, erratic, as she lay with face on the desk, her ass high in the air. When Randy slipped a second finger into her ass, Karen gasped loudly. "OHHHHH! YESSSSS!" "My slutty teacher like's her ass played with, doesn't she?" "Oh, Randy, baby...s-sooooo good!" Randy pushed a third finger into Karen's asshole and she cried out loudly. He began to pump her ass with three fingers, turning them slightly, boring her hole out and making it ready for his giant cock. Karen shamelessly pushed her ass against her young lover's probing fingers, whimpering and moaning with delight each time he rammed his fingers deep into her. "Fuck me, Randy," she cried out. "Please stick your dick in my ass!" "You want your ass fucked, baby?" "Yesssss! Please..." Karen felt the massive head touch her ass, then felt the pain as it began to expand her tight, virgin hole to accommodate its huge size. She closed her eyes and held her breath as Randy pushed harder, driving his manhood slowly into her ass. Inch by inch it moved until she was completely full of his gorgeous meat, then he stopped. Incredibly, and she didn't know how much time went by, the pain suddenly eased until only desire and pleasure remained. Randy began to rock his hips slowly, sending his big dick deep into her and pulling out until only the head remained. She felt a hand on her tummy, sliding down to the wet, hot lips of her pussy, while the other grasped a tit and began to roll it. She moaned with sweet desire as he toyed with her drenched pussy and pinched a hard, fat nipple. Her senses were on fire, her brain buzzing with need as her ass was fucked for the first time in her life. "Fuck me, Randy!" she begged. "Fuck my ass!" "Oh, yeah! Take my cock, slut!" "Yesssss! I'm your slut, baby!" she cooed with breathless arousal. "You're such a sexy hot, bitch!" he husked as he slammed his hard cock into his teacher. "I'm your bitch!" Karen couldn't believe what was happening to her. She would never have believed a day would come when she'd have a cock in her ass, much less one that belonged to a student. And hearing him call her a slut and a bitch was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. She loved the sound of his young, sexy voice calling her names, debasing her like the whore she suddenly wanted to be. So many years of sexual frustration with her husband had brought her to this point, yet she loved it. "You still want my baby, bitch?" "Yes, baby!" she whimpered. "Beg me, then." "Please make me pregnant!" she pleaded. "Please...I beg you to make a baby in me, Randy!" "Why do you want to have my baby?" he asked in a husky, tremulous voice. "Because I love you, Randy!" she cried out. "How much?" "Oh, baby!" she moaned. "I love you so much!" "Then marry me." "But...I'm already married, Randy!" she cried out in a soft, imploring voice. "Divorce him and marry me." Karen couldn't believe what she was hearing. Randy, her eighteen-year-old student, wanted to marry her! He wanted her to divorce Frank and marry him! Her head was buzzing with so many conflicting emotions. And, throughout his passionate proposal, he continued to slam his fat cock into her bored-out asshole. His fingers pinched her nipples, the thumb of his other hand rubbed her clit, and she gasped for breath. It was so good, so much better than anything Frank could offer. And she suddenly knew how she felt. "Yes! Oh, yes, Randy! I'll marry you!" "Oh, baby!" Without warning, Randy pulled his cock from Karen's ass and shoved it deep into her sopping wet pussy. She squealed with delight. He grabbed both of her tits and pushed them together roughly, mashing them tightly together, while he slammed his cock hard into her. She whimpered as her young lover and husband to be fucked her with a hard intensity that brought her ever closer to the brink of the most forceful orgasm of her life. Then, all at once, Randy stiffened and screamed. His hands gripped her tits hard as stream after stream of hot male seed jetted deep into her hot pussy. Karen joined his screams of unbridled pleasure as she fell into the dark, pleasurable warmth of her own orgasm, her pussy bathing his cock with her cum. They held this position for a long time as they rode the tsunami of orgasms. Then, finally, they collapsed together onto the desk, their arms and legs entwined as they gasped loudly for breath. "I love you, Karen," he gasped softly. "I love you, Randy," she smiled at her student. Teacher's Pet The invitations were ambiguous, yet intriguing. They were sent out to 10 young men who either still lived in the town of Smallwood, population approximately 3,500, or who had grown up there and lived reasonably close. Most of those lived in Hazelton, a university town that was actually a small city of about 60,000 located 25 miles away. The men ranged in age from 18 to 27, and they had several things in common. They had all graduated from Smallwood High, they had all been in the school's gifted student program, particularly in English, and they had all been a little outside the social mainstream. They hadn't exactly been misfits, nor were they exactly nerds, but they had all been a little on the shy side in high school, and all of them had been loners to a degree. The invitations all had a post office box for a return address, they all carried with them a subtle whiff of a very enticing perfume, and they all offered no clue as to the sender. They were each set in a floral type and individually addressed. They read: Dear (addressee), You are invited to a celebration at 1371 Briar Creek Rd. at 8 p.m. Saturday, June 4. Please RSVP at (a local telephone number). Your presence is most urgently desired. Dress casual. Directions to the house were printed at the bottom. At the very bottom was a request to please not bring uninvited guests. And that was it. There was no name anywhere on the invitation, and when the phone number was called, a mechanical voice on an answering machine directed them to leave their name and to indicate whether they would be able to come on June 4. Needless to say, all 10 men who received the invitation were curious enough to accept, although some of them were a little apprehensive. But none of them had wives or girlfriends who might get suspicious, so one by one all 10 dutifully arrived alone right around 8 o'clock that Saturday. The house was a little way into the country and sat at the end of a somewhat long driveway, behind a couple of large oak trees. It was fairly new; a smallish one-story affair that looked well kept. There was no name on the mailbox by the road, although there was a For Sale sign out in the front yard. If there was a vehicle present, it was shut away in the two-car garage that sat on the left side of the house as they approached. As each invitee arrived, they were greeted by a typeset note tacked to the front door instructing them to come on in and make themselves at home. The note said that beer and sodas were available in the refrigerator, there was liquor on the eating counter in the kitchen and hors d'oeuvres in the breakfast area. As the guests entered, they saw that a large open area dominated the house, with a fireplace set in the opposite wall. There was a dining area to their right, as they entered, and the breakfast area was in the far-left corner, next to the door to the patio, with the kitchen to the left toward the front of the house. There were a couple of sofas and a few chairs set in strategic places in the large den, but the dining room was bare, and there was nothing on any of the walls to indicate the identity of the home's owner, who was nowhere to be seen. To the right of the den was an entryway into a short hall with two bedrooms on either end, the doors to which were closed, and a bathroom in the middle. There was also a closed door that appeared to lead to a master bedroom set off at the far end of the breakfast area. It was a nice, cozy little home, with nothing to indicate any sort of menace. By 8:15, all 10 men had arrived and had indeed made themselves at home. Most of them had filled plates with the food that was laid out, light snacks and vegetables, and most of them had availed themselves of beer or sodas from the otherwise empty refrigerator or made themselves a mixed drink. Soft jazz music played from speakers set in a corner of the den Everyone there knew at least one other person there, from their high school days, and a few knew several of the other guests. But because of the disparity in ages, none of the 10 men knew everyone in attendance. Introductions were made where necessary, and those who were already acquainted got caught up on what was happening in each other's lives. But the main topic of discussion was the identity of their mysterious host, and why they had been summoned to this location. No one really had a clue, since no one really knew what, if anything, they had in common. A half-hour passed, during which time darkness fell on the house, and the men began to get edgy and wondered if they were being made sport of. Suddenly, the door to the front bedroom opened, although not everyone heard it. But they quickly noticed when an authoritative female voice spoke up from the entrance to the hall. "Good evening, gentlemen, I am so glad you've come tonight," the woman said. The 10 men all looked over, and when they did, their jaws dropped to the floor. "Jee-zus," one man whispered, as they all drank in a most stunning sight. For standing in the entrance, leaning seductively with her arms draped against the two sides of the doorframe, was the one thing all 10 of the young men had in common. And she was all but naked, clad only in a pair of stockings, a garter belt and high heels. Nell Fairchild had planned this night carefully, as she did with everything in her life. This party was her swan song, her farewell to Smallwood before she left it for good. At age 32, Nell had suddenly reached the crossroads of her life a few months earlier when it had been learned that her mother had cancer. Nell's parents had divorced when she was 12 years old, and her father had dropped out of her life. Nell's only sibling, an older brother, was an officer in the Navy and currently stationed overseas. So she was the only person who could take care of her mother, and she had quickly grown weary of making the frequent 250-mile trips from Smallwood to the suburban area where she had grown up, and where her mother still lived. It was too bad, really, because she had enjoyed the 10 years she had spent in Smallwood. She had come there fresh out of college to fill an opening for a senior English teacher at the high school, and she had also been assigned the advanced class for honors students. She had proven to be an excellent teacher, one of the district's best. She had a passion for English literature and was keenly interested in Shakespeare. Nell was well liked by her students, but she was known to be a tough, utterly no-nonsense teacher. She liked to challenge her students, especially the gifted kids. If you were a senior in her Honors English class, you knew you were going to write, a lot. As animated and as open as she was in the classroom, when she was away from school, she zealously guarded her privacy. The only persons who knew her home address were her superiors, her home telephone number was unlisted, known only to very few, and when she wasn't on duty, she kept strictly to herself. Her quiet, reserved nature carried over to the way she looked. She knew that a young female teacher in a high school setting was ripe for accusations of improper contact with students, so she always dressed very conservatively, she rarely wore more than basic makeup and she was never seen without her glasses. As a result, there were some who called her the Ice Queen, although that was at odds with her classroom persona. There were also some whispers that she was a lesbian, but those who had gotten to know her doubted that. Those types of rumors were especially rife among the school's social elite, for which she had a vague disdain. The jock types enjoyed whispering about Miss Fairchild, because, frankly, her conservative mode of dress, and her prim and proper manner failed miserably to disguise her immense sex appeal. Nell was tall, upwards of 5-foot-10, and slender, with long legs that were the fuel for many a senior's fantasy, although her bust wasn't much to speak of. That mattered little to the male population at the school, teachers included, because she was easily the best-looking female at the school, students included. She had slate-gray eyes that often sparkled, an unobtrusive nose, lips that were inviting without being lush, perfect white teeth that she displayed whenever she smiled. And when she smiled, it lit up her whole face. The whole effect was topped by soft, light brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders. It seemed like every male in the school had wicked fantasies about Nell Fairchild, but everyone figured her for a quiet, studious person who was too straight for premarital sex. No one in Smallwood had ever seen her on a date nor had anyone ever seen her take a drink of alcohol or smoke anything. But Nell had a secret. Quite contrary to her image, she was actually a very hot-blooded woman with a ravenous appetite for sex. Nell had grown up in the suburbs of a large metropolitan area, attending a big public high school where she tended to blend into the background. Although she was indeed quiet and studious, she had always had a lurid imagination for sex, and she quite willingly gave up her virginity early in her senior year to one of her friends from the drama club at her high school. For a time, she was like a kid in a candy store when it came to sex, fucking anyone that she was remotely interested in. But a bad experience with one of the jocks at her school convinced Nell that she needed to be a lot more careful when it came to choosing sexual partners. Always highly intelligent, Nell had earned a scholarship to the large state university in the city, which allowed her to live at home. There she set about making herself into the person she was at the present time. She had applied the self-discipline that would become her trademark as a teacher to everything she did at college, including her sex life. She had a few boyfriends, and dated quite regularly all through college, but she never let any of them get too serious. Her main interest in a boyfriend was sex, and she made no apologies for it. However, she quickly came to want more than just straight boyfriend-girlfriend sex all the time. In that, she was fortunate to have a mentor, a professor who guided her into a world of sex she'd only dabbled at in high school. Early in her sophomore year, not long after he'd easily seduced her, this professor had invited Nell to go with him to a very exclusive, very private sex club. There she found exactly what she was looking for: safe, uninhibited sex of every sort without commitments or consequences. The club was extremely discreet, with anonymity guaranteed, every member was required to keep up-to-date medical information on file, and everything offered by the club was clearly defined in its own particular area, so that no one would accidentally stumble into something they weren't prepared for. Nell found a smorgasbord of carnal delights at the club. The only things the club did not allow were bestiality, acts involving bodily wastes and anything that a patron did not consent to. Most everything else was welcomed, including gay sex. Nell sampled men – and women – of all races and nationalities, she had threesomes with two men, threesomes with another woman, and sex with multiple partners, including the occasional gangbang. She even tried the BDSM area in the club's basement, but she hadn't liked that scene very much, and usually steered clear of that area. Even though it was quite expensive, she had applied for her own membership and was accepted. After college, Nell kept her membership current, despite the fact that she had taken a job 250 miles away. She made weekend trips to visit the club at least once a month, more often during the summer months and holidays. It was her one vice, her one social indulgence, and it was one reason she scrupulously guarded her privacy in Smallwood, which was a small town in a very conservative part of the country. But another reason she kept to herself and refused to allow anyone to get too close, especially her students, was the fact that she secretly lusted after some of them. She kept herself tightly wound on purpose, because she didn't trust herself otherwise. Unlike most women, she had little use for the jocks and the other studs that most women fantasize about. The young men who got Nell's juices flowing were the loners, the smart guys, the slightly-lost boys who swam a little outside the mainstream. Every year, there were always three or four of these young men in her Honors English class that would drive her completely around the bend. She would lie naked in her bed at night, vibrator in one hand, dildo in the other, and masturbate furiously to the mental image of one or the other – or sometimes more than one – of these boys fucking the hell out of her. That was how she got through the long stretches between visits to the club for the vigorous fucking she'd come to crave. It had been during a particularly strenuous session one night, not long after she tendered her resignation, that the idea for this party germinated. Nell had been masturbating furiously, and the images of a number of her favorite students, the ones she'd always wanted to fuck, floated through her consciousness. Suddenly, she sat upright in the bed as the idea began to form. Once she was no longer employed by the school district, she could do as she pleased, and it pleased her to take advantage of the opportunity to make up for lost time, all in one glorious orgy. She thought about several scenarios she might use, and discarded most of them. She didn't want too big a crowd, nor did she want to invite just anyone. Too many people knowing what was going to happen would ruin it, and she wanted young men she could count on to be discreet. She figured that eventually word might slip out about what was to happen, but if it did, she wanted it to be well after the fact, after she was long gone. Eventually, she got the idea of inviting 10, one from each year she'd taught at the school. She would select one favorite, one teacher's pet, one young man whom she'd fantasized about from each of the Honors English classes she had taught. She would invite them all to her house at a set time and let them all fuck her, as many times as they could get their virile young cocks hard for her, all night long if they wanted. Because she still had a reputation to uphold, however, she chose to send the invitations anonymously, to enhance the mystery of the event, to ensure their privacy and to maintain the secrecy of her domicile until the time when she abandoned the house for the last time. Nell wanted no possible hint of what was going to happen to leak out until her subjects were in place. It took a fair amount of research and digging around to settle on the 10 who would be privileged to sample the delights of her comely body. She started with a list of every boy in her classes that she had ever lusted after, year by year. Once she had a working list of about 30 to 40 young men, she began to find out who would be a suitable candidate for what she had in mind. She was very careful about obtaining her information, sometimes checking school records on the pretext of doing a job reference. Other information she acquired by casual conversation at the grocery store or in the teachers' lounge. Any of the boys that were married or were in a committed relationship, she eliminated. She also crossed off anyone who wasn't living close to the town, say, within an hour's drive, and if there was any question about a drug or drinking problem, she passed on them, as well. After that, it was fairly easy. In most cases, that process of elimination left her with just one viable candidate for that particular year. In the few cases where she had to choose, she weighed several factors before choosing which young man to send a scented invitation. These factors included looks, size, personality and, most of all, what she could remember about their cocks. One of the things she'd always done when she had a boy in class that she fantasized about was to surreptitiously look at his crotch and try to guess the size of his cock. It had become a game to her, and she found she still recalled most of them. Once she had her 10 young men, it was easy to learn their addresses, and on the last day of school, she sent the invitations out and awaited the responses. As she expected, all 10 had agreed to come. She knew how powerful curiosity is to the human mind, and the mysterious nature of the invitations was designed to pique their curiosity. And now they were there, in her home, staring numbly at something they had never dreamed they'd ever see Nell Fairchild's naked charms were on full display to her stunned former students, and as they gaped in her direction, she gazed about the room at the 10 young men she had selected. There was Jay Frieze, from her first Honors English class. He was average in height and had put on a few pounds in the 10 years since graduating from Smallwood High. He had light brown hair that was starting to thin on top. He wasn't normally the stuff of sexual fantasies, except that he had a winning smile and a wry sense of humor. Currently, Jay was working as a nurse in the large regional hospital in Hazelton. From her second year, there was Alton McKenzie, a tallish, slender man with flaming red hair. He still lived in Smallwood, working as a real estate agent. He had been divorced for about a year, which was all to the good as far as Nell was concerned. She remembered the girl he'd married, and not all that fondly. Bruce Myers was her choice from her third year, and if anyone should have been a jock, it was Bruce. He was a solid 6-foot-1 and very well built, with sandy blond hair that he wore fashionably long, to about collar length. But Bruce had always had a rugged individualistic streak, and he'd spurned every attempt to entice him onto the football team. His sports were outdoor activities – hiking, camping, canoeing, kayaking – and he was working in Meadowbrook, a town about 50 miles from Smallwood, for a company that booked outdoor trips to a number of far-flung venues. Picking one of the many creamy boys from her fourth year was probably the toughest. Nell had ended up with three very good candidates, but she had finally settled on Charlie Reynolds. Charlie was average in height and wiry, with close-cropped dark blond hair. He had been the only one of the group that had actually been a varsity athlete, as he was probably the best distance runner Smallwood High had produced in many years. He was just now getting back into college in Hazelton after a four-year stint in the Air Force. From her fifth year, Nell had selected James Johnson, who was fairly tall and solidly built, with dark brown hair and a beard. He was living in Hazelton and working for the daily newspaper as a police reporter. One of her all-time favorite students was her pick from Year Six, even though he could be one of the most maddening. Brent Lucie was a carefree young man who would be attending his fourth college in five years in the coming fall, with no end in sight. He was average in height, and slim, with brown curly hair worn fairly short and a cool pair of sideburns. He was quite gifted musically, and had played bass guitar with a number of local bands. Jeff Thomas, from her seventh year, had found college not to his liking, and was working as a waiter in one of Hazelton's finest restaurants. He was as smart as they come, but he had struggled in every subject except English and history. He had short blond hair, and he was short but stout, in contrast to his high school days. He had discovered the gym a couple of years ago and had improved his physique tremendously. Nell felt her pussy lurch when she laid eyes on him from the entry to her hall. Teacher's Pet From her class of two years earlier, she had settled on Terry Wall, who had just completed his sophomore year at the university in Hazelton. He was average in every way, standing about 5-foot-9 and weighing about 180 pounds, with plain brown hair worn fairly long. In most respects, he was nondescript, except for one thing. He was one of the prettiest young men Nell had ever seen, with deep blue eyes, plus he'd grown a bushy moustache since high school, and that just enhanced his looks. Nell had had a tough time picking from her class from the previous year, or she had until she'd learned that Sal Minnitelli was back in town after a year at an out-of-state university. Sal was probably the smallest of them all in stature, but he had more presence than any of them. He'd been an accomplished actor, and he was studying drama at his university. He had dark, soulful eyes and black hair that he wore in a fashionable spiked style. Of all of the boys she'd selected, the easiest choice was the one from her last class. Eric Fowler was probably as smart as anyone Smallwood had ever produced, and the only reason he was salutatorian instead of valedictorian was because he'd taken every hard course the school offered. Eric was the tallest boy in the room, probably 6-foot-3, but quite gawky, with a head of blond curls that cascaded to just past his shoulders. He was also quite shy, and Nell suspected that he was a virgin, and the prospect of deflowering a virgin made her salivate. After greeting her guests initially, Nell pushed herself away from the entry and sashayed toward the kitchen counter to fix herself a drink. As she strutted across the room, she felt 10 sets of eyes following her every move, and it turned her on tremendously. "Gentlemen, it's so good to see all of you again," Nell said. "Please, put your eyes back in your sockets and fix your jaws. Your eyes do not deceive you. It is me – the real me, not the one you saw in school – and as you can see, I'm dressed for the party. Now, if you will, find some place to sit for a moment while I explain why we're here tonight. If you need to use the bathroom or get another drink, do it now. Once we get started, class will be in session, and I think you all recall how much I hate interruptions." Nell was at the bar as she spoke, fixing a double Crown on the rocks, which also caused a few stares. She took a sip of the potent whiskey then moved toward the center of the den, basking in the lustful stares of her former students. Every one of them had a raging beast in his pants as Nell slowly paced the floor of the den, while waiting for everyone to take their place. They stared at the dazzling eyes, the thousand-watt smile, the breasts that sat perfectly on her chest, the impossibly long legs, the succulent butt and, most of all, the clean-shaven pussy that already glistened with the dew of her arousal. It was slowly sinking in that this was indeed Miss Fairchild, who had been the stuff of their schoolboy fantasies for every one of her 10 years in Smallwood. She really was strutting nearly naked in her den, and they really had been invited to her home to... well, at that point, none of them were quite sure. Nell had prepared for this night like she would for a night at the club. She drove to Hazelton, got her hair cut and styled, had her nails done, ate a late lunch – a chef salad – and picked up the trays of sandwiches and vegetables she'd ordered for the party. By the time she got back to her house, the roughage in the salad had done its work, and a Fleet's enema had finished the job of cleaning out her insides in preparation for sex. Nell had learned early on about the pleasures of having her ass reamed by a big hard cock, and she planned to indulge herself with her guests. After a long bath in a tub lightly laced with oil of a tantalizing aroma, she had carefully shaved her legs, then her pubic hair, including the area around her anus. She wanted nothing whatsoever to come between her hot holes and the young cocks she was about to enjoy. She had brushed her hair methodically, applied her makeup – far more than normal, but still tastefully – put on the new garter belt she'd bought just for the occasion, hooked the stockings on and slipped her 4-inch heels on her feet. After getting her bedroom just right, she had retired to the front bedroom, where she kept her office, so she could watch the driveway and chart the arrivals. She had spent the half-hour interval while the young men ate, drank and fretted sitting at her computer reading nasty stories about teachers seducing students and slowly dipping her fingers in her juicy slot. She wanted to be hot as a firecracker when she presented herself to her guests. By the time the 10 young men had settled in a seat, either on one of the sofas or chairs, Nell had fixed herself another drink, then turned to face her guests. She had their undivided attention. "I know by now that you're wondering what is going on," Nell began. "You're wondering why your old English teacher is standing here in front of you naked with a drink in her hand. In the simplest terms possible, gentlemen, you have been invited here to fuck me. You see, I am not the quiet, proper lady I appeared to be in the classroom, not even close." She told them the short version of her sexual history, and about how she had secretly had lustful fantasies about every one of them the year she had them in Honors English. She told them how she had planned this party, as way of fulfilling her own lusty fantasies, now that she was no longer going to be a teacher in Smallwood, and to fulfill their fantasies. "It's my way of saying thank you, gentlemen, for 10 wonderful years in Smallwood," she said. "I'm going to miss this place. But I figure I'll give all of you guys something to remember me by that you'll never forget." Nell had them eating out of her hand, and she knew it was time to turn up the heat. She swallowed the last of her drink and set the glass on the counter. Two drinks were just about her maximum; it was enough to light a fire inside of her without making her drunk. "Now then, on to the business at hand," Nell said, and she slid her hands seductively over her breasts, down her sides and over her thighs. "God," came a whispered comment from one of the men. "As I said earlier, I like to fuck, and I like to fuck a lot," Nell said. "I have a hot, active cunt that craves hard young cocks (and she stood right in front of Jay, swiped two fingers through her pussy lips, then offered him a taste). And it gets pretty wet, too. (Laughter rang out, as Jay sensually licked her fingers clean). I also give the best blowjob you'll probably ever get (and she made another pass through her labia, lingering to roll her clit around before bringing the juice-covered fingers to her lips and sucking them like a cock). I can deep-throat all but the absolute biggest cocks, and, yes, I do swallow (More laughter)." The boys were beginning to loosen up, starting to get excited about the prospect of getting their dicks in the one place they never expected. But Nell wasn't quite finished. "That's not all, gentlemen," Nell said in her best teacher voice so she could regain their attention. "I love to have my beautiful ass stuffed full of hard cock (groans erupted from most of the boys at that). I have a nice, buttery asshole that has been known to bring men to their knees. (To emphasize her point, she turned her back to the group, bent over at the waist, spread her butt cheeks and showed them her pink, puckered hole, then stood back up and faced the group). Gentlemen, I'm the best fuck you're ever likely to have, and I want you all to enjoy me tonight any way you want as often as you can get it up." Nell's boys whooped and hollered about that. Well, all of them except Eric, who was looking a little ill at ease. He was feeling very out of place among this group. He didn't drink, and he was wondering if Miss Fairchild knew he was a virgin and had never even seen a naked woman before that night. But his cock was hard as an iron rod, and that also had him worried. He was afraid that he'd get it in this glorious example of a woman and last about 10 seconds. "Gentlemen, please," Nell said again. "Now, here's how we're going to do this. I am going to give you each a chance to fuck me on my bed, alone. I'll do it any way you want, anywhere you want. You can take as long as you like, but remember that there are others waiting their turn, so don't dawdle. After that, it will be anything goes, and we'll play that by ear when we get to that point. To begin with, I believe the honor of going first tonight should belong to the youngest member of our group, Eric Fowler, in recognition of his outstanding scholastic record at Smallwood High." The group applauded vigorously, and sincerely, and Eric smiled nervously in response. These young men were already forging a bond that would serve them well on this night. "Now, Eric, if you would step this way, please," Nell said, when the applause died down. "For the rest of you, the fairest method is by drawing lots, and I've painted a number on each of these chips that represents the order in which you will follow Eric into my bed." Nell took the painted chips she'd retrieved from a drawer, put them in a coffee can and closed the can, shook the can real hard, then had Eric go around to the other nine and for them to draw their chips. When that was done, Nell had one final bit of business she wanted to take care of. "Gentlemen, one thing I want to do before we get started," she said, a puckish grin on her face. "I've been standing here naked the whole time, letting you see what I've got. It's only fair that I get a chance to get a sneak preview of what you've got. So now I think it's time to show some hard. Leave your clothes in the back bedroom, if you don't mind, so that they are out of the way." Eric stood in the kitchen looking very uncomfortable, not sure what he should do, as the others all stood up and began to strip. He was very self-conscious about his skinny body, even though he was possessed of a nice 7-inch cock. But while the others were distracted, Nell came over to him and pressed herself to him. "I chose you specifically, both from this year's class to participate in this party and from this group to go first," Nell whispered, then she kissed him on his surprised lips. "But Miss Fairchild, you don't have to do this," Eric said in a plaintive voice, breaking their lustful contact. "I mean, I've never been with a woman before, and I don't ..." "Shush," Nell said, putting a finger to his lips. "And it's Nell. I'm not Miss Fairchild any more. Trust me, Eric, I know. That's why I want you, and why I want you to go first. Before you go off to college, you need to know how to make love to a woman. Consider it my last lesson to you as your teacher. I'll take my time and I'll make it an experience you'll cherish forever. Now, go on into my bedroom and wait for me. I'll be in there in just a minute. Go on!" She kissed Eric's cheek as she ushered him toward her bedroom, and Eric did as he was told. Truthfully, he was as sexually excited as he could ever remember being. He wasn't someone girls typically thought about when it came to boyfriends, and he had poured himself into his studies as a way to compensate for his social failings. But now Miss Fair... er, Nell, the sexiest woman he had ever known, had sought him out to take his virginity. It was almost too much, and he almost came the moment he entered Nell's bedroom and contemplated the waterbed in the center of the room and the soft glow from a dozen or so votive candles scattered about the room. Out in the den, Nell could feel the fever rising between her legs as the nine remaining boys – her young men – returned from the bedroom where they had stashed their clothes and offered themselves for her inspection. Nell took a few minutes to mingle with her guests, to greet each one personally, and to assess his equipment. She gave each of her men a warm kiss and hug, and chatted with each one as she swept her hands over their strong, young bodies, especially their burgeoning cocks. Nell was pleased to learn that all of them were nicely hung, just as she had imagined they would be. There were no monsters in the group, but no shrimps, either. Bruce appeared to have the biggest, around 8 inches and quite fat, and Sal was probably the smallest, at about 5 1/2 inches, with everyone else falling somewhere in between. All of the cocks she was soon to have at her disposal were throbbing hard as Nell pressed herself to her students as she greeted them. And as she did, they each took the opportunity to get their first feel of Nell's hot body. They ran their hands over her butt, squeezed her tits – a couple even gave her nipples a few quick sucks – slid their fingers between her legs to feel her dripping pussy, and generally got Nell so hot that she was about ready to explode. She took enough time to make sure each of her guests was greeted properly, but she didn't linger. She had a young man waiting in her bedroom for his very first fuck, and she was eager to get to it. "Gentlemen, I am so looking forward to letting each of you do whatever you want with me," Nell said in a voice husky with lust. "Make yourselves at home while you wait for your turn. There's rock-and-roll on the stereo in the bedroom if you want to change the music, and plenty to eat and drink. But be careful with the beer and liquor. I want you to be able to give me your hard young dicks. OK?" Everyone assured her that they'd be ready when the time came. Then Nell waved as she walked toward her bedroom. She had been doing a slow boil all day, and now she was to the point where she was ready to fuck anything that moved. Eric was pacing the floor in Nell's bedroom, naked except for his jockey shorts, which were stretched tightly around his hard cock and wet where they had come into contact with the leaking tip. He was a bundle of nerves as he waited for Nell's arrival. He thought about her as he waited. This was so at odds with the person she'd been at school, the person he'd practically worshipped as a senior. What was driving her to do this? And, more importantly, how would he feel about her after this was over? But the prospect of getting laid for the first time, and in such spectacular fashion, had him excited beyond belief. Just then, the door opened and Nell sauntered into her bedroom. Eric stared as her smallish tits bounced lightly and her hips swiveled as she walked up to him. Nell's face was flushed as she hovered in a state of acute arousal. She had told Eric she'd take her time with him, but she wasn't sure either of them would be able to do that. She needed a cock in her body badly, and she suspected that Eric was more than ready to accommodate her. "Kiss me," she whispered as she gathered her young man in her arms and they embraced hotly. Eric bent down and lost himself in the pleasure of Nell's lips, his tongue wrestling with hers. He could feel her stiff pink nipples boring into his chest, and he felt a thrill run through his body at the way she was grinding her crotch to his cock. "Mmmmmmm, nice," Nell said as they came up for air. "You kiss very well, Eric. Just relax and go with the flow. Block everything out of your mind except your cock and my pussy. I want you to lie back and let me do all the work. All you have to do is relax and occasionally thrust your hips up as the mood strikes you. We may not be able to take the time like I wanted to, but I still want you to fuck me with everything you've got." "Yes ma'am," Eric whispered. Then Nell pulled him to her, and they kissed again, only this time, as they kissed, Nell pulled Eric's shorts down to free his cock. Eric gasped as his spring-loaded cock slapped against Nell's flat stomach, then he groaned as she took it in hand and softly stroked it. "You have a very nice cock, Eric," Nell purred. "Nothing at all to be ashamed of. Nothing at all." And she wasn't lying. Eric's throbbing boner was one of the bigger ones of the group, a solid 7 inches worth of meat. Nell could feel her pussy drooling as she lightly worked it in her hands. She couldn't wait. She'd save foreplay for another time, and she knew she'd make damn sure she had at least one more time alone with this specimen before she left Smallwood. As they broke apart again, Nell gazed into Eric's eyes and lightly pushed him back to lie on her waterbed. "Time for you to fuck me, big boy," Nell cooed as Eric lay back, his cock jutting toward the ceiling, his legs slightly spread. Nell slipped her shoes off before she joined Eric on the bed. She crawled over to him, straddled his hips, gripped his cock tightly at the base and aimed it for the dripping gateway to her cunt. She fit the head to her slot, then slowly slid herself down on Eric's burning rod. They both groaned loudly at the first sizzling connection between Eric's cock and Nell's pussy. In spite of her stark need, Nell was very careful to go slowly, and she kept a tight grip on the base of his cock as she slowly began to work herself up and down on it. Eric thought he'd died and gone to heaven. This was so far beyond what he could do with his hands that it was incredible. He willed himself to blank out everything but the pure feeling of pleasure. "Ummmmmm, oh GOD! Eric, you feel soooo gooood!" Nell panted. "That's it, baby, you're doing great. Aww yeah!" Carefully, Nell removed her hand from the base of Eric's cock as he began to get into the rolling rhythm of sex. And Nell was working her hips up and down at a steady pace, trying her best to stay under control, instead of humping this gorgeous young man wildly, the way she really wanted to. But it was getting harder and harder to do, because Eric's cock was giving her radiant streams of sensate pleasure as they fucked. They each seemed to read each other's minds, because at the same moment, Nell bent down while Eric wrapped his arms around her to pull her to him. They kissed, ravenously, their pace picking up steam with every thrust of his hard young cock deep in her educated hole. "OH JESUS, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, ERIC!" Nell gasped loudly as her long-overdue orgasm began to come to a rapid and explosive head. They stared hard at each other as they fucked at a blistering pace; all attempt at control long gone. Nell was ready to come, ready for Eric to fill her burning cunt with his hot seed. "Come on, baby! Give it to me!" Nell panted. "Come... with me! I'm almost... there! Aaarrrragh!" Nell couldn't hold it back any longer, and neither could Eric. Nell slammed her pussy down on Eric's cock hard as she writhed in a powerful orgasm, and Eric grunted hard as he exploded with a torrent of hot, creamy cum. He filled Nell to overflowing, his thick cream oozing out from around his pistoning cock. For several minutes, they held each other tight as they twitched in the aftershocks of their lust. Finally, Eric's cock wilted to the point where it fell out of Nell's pussy, followed immediately by a flow of thick semen. "Eric?" Nell said as he started to get up from the bed, so someone else could take his place. "I'm not leaving town until the 15th. I want you to come back some time before then, just you, so we can spend some time and I can really teach you about making love with a woman. You're going to have a lot to offer, because you've got great instincts. OK?" "I will, but I'm not done with you tonight," Eric said. "I don't have to be home until 12:30. I'll have time for one more round, I'm sure." Nell smiled as he turned toward the door. She could already see the boy becoming a man, his confidence soaring. She was also gratified to hear the others give Eric a big round of applause as he returned to the den. He deserved it, she mused, because he'd done a great job. Teacher's Pet But now it was time for the party to begin in earnest, as she saw Alton McKenzie walking into the room. He had quite a long cock, right at 8 inches, but somewhat slender, like the rest of him. But it was standing straight in front of him like some dousing wand. Only instead of water, it was in search of pussy. Unlike Eric, who was worried about his inexperience, Alton was 26-years-old and an accomplished fucker. After a perfunctory greeting, he got Nell onto her back, with her legs spread wide open. He knelt between those legs, aimed the head of his cock for her gooey gash and plowed his way right on in. Within seconds, Nell had her legs in the air as she and Alton got into a brisk, but steady pace. She could feel another orgasm roaring to the surface as she wrapped her arms and legs around the tall, slender young man. They kissed wantonly as Alton pumped his cock back and forth in Nell's gripping pussy. He was giving her no quarter, nor did she want any. This was how she liked to be fucked at the club – fast and hard – just two rutting animals expending their passion. Although she'd already been fucked once, Alton couldn't believe how good Nell's pussy felt. Her sugar walls caressed his cock powerfully and her hips rotated in a steady fucking rhythm that had his balls churning with a hot, explosive load. But he was determined not to shoot until he'd fucked Nell Fairchild to a gripping orgasm, the way he'd always dreamed of doing in high school. And that moment wasn't far off. Nell was keening and moaning as Alton jackhammered her pussy and she fucked him back with every bit of power she could muster. They were climbing, climbing, climbing, higher and higher toward a huge mutual orgasm, but Alton simply couldn't hold on. With a grunt and a gasp, he fucked Nell hard about a half-dozen thrusts, then spewed a rocky cumload deep in her convulsing cunt. Seconds later, Nell screamed loudly as her own climax reached a peak. They held each other tightly as the tidal wave of lust swept them along. Finally, they rolled apart in sweaty relief, and Alton slid off the bed, but not before giving Nell a heads-up. "Charlie's next," Alton said. "And he's talking about getting in your ass. You ready for that?" "Mmmmmmmm, what do you think?" Nell purred as she lolled on the bed in a post-orgasmic haze. "I think you like it any way you can get it," Alton said playfully. "Well, enjoy." True to his word, Charlie Reynolds came in all business. Nell pulled him to the bed and they kissed, hard and fast. When they broke, Nell asked him about what Alton had said. Charlie just nodded. He'd never been one to waste words, especially when the sexiest woman he'd ever known was in the middle of a gangbang that he had been invited to join. Nell just rolled over, reached to her bedside table, pulled some jelly out of the drawer and handed it to Charlie. Then she dutifully got up on her knees, with her glistening ass in the air, waiting. Charlie got Nell's ass slicked up good, then rubbed some of the lube on his throbbing-hard cock and aimed the head for the pink, puckered hole that seemed to wink at him. To emphasize her desire, Nell reached back and pulled open her butt cheeks. "Come on, Charlie, fuck my ass," Nell panted, her arousal starting to soar again. "Fuck my slut ass like you always wanted to back in high school." And, boy, did he. Charlie's cock wasn't as long as most of the guys, but it was fat, and it had gotten a lot of use during his stint in the service. He had especially developed a taste for anal sex during a stay in Germany, and he was dearly looking forward to spearing his old English teacher, now that he knew what she was really like under those conservative dresses and the glasses. Growling, he pressed the head of his cock to Nell's anus, pushed hard and they both gasped in pleasure as his cock penetrated the ring and plunged into her ass. Nell was gasping, moaning, panting and wailing as Charlie fucked her ass with machine-like precision. After two huge climaxes already, she was sitting on a powderkeg of lust as she teetered toward that place she always liked, where the orgasms came one after the other. She reached under and felt her swollen clit, and as she rolled it around with an index finger, she arched her back and exploded in a full-body convulsion that seemed to blow her mind. Her body was covered in sweat as she jerked and moaned. But Charlie wasn't nearly done. Nell's ass was a velvety vise as it pulsed around his churning cock, and he was going to take his time with this glorious ass fuck. He gripped her butt tightly in his hands as he worked her back and forth on his piston stick. Nell could feel another hard climax coming right on the heels of the one before it, and she was delirious in her passion. She worked her ass frantically around Charlie's cock, and finally, he started to pick up the pace, pounding her rectum with hard, deep thrusts. As Nell shook and shimmied with another climax, Charlie surrendered to the feeling and let go a cumload for the ages, basting her bowels with thick, hot cream. It felt like his soul was flowing out the end of his dick as he filled up Nell's butt with his cum. Even as he was coming, though, he knew there was something he wanted to see. So the moment he shot the last dregs of his cum into Nell's ass, he wrenched his cock free, and, sure enough, Nell's anus gaped open momentarily as cum flowed out the hole. "Wow!" he whispered as he watched the angry red hole slowly close. He slowly backed off the bed and staggered toward the door. Nell was off in space somewhere, floating on an orgasmic cloud. This was proving to be better than her wildest dreams; she only hoped she had enough stamina to keep up with all of these virile young men. But she'd actually taken on more men – a lot more men – at the club on numerous occasions, so she figured she could handle these guys. James Johnson stopped short the moment he walked into Nell's bedroom and saw a sight that he hoped would be burned on his memory forever. It was the sight of favorite former teacher kneeling naked on the bed with her head down and her butt up. The garter straps and the stockings provided a perfect frame for her crotch, which was shiny with cum. Nell had cum smeared on the insides of her thighs, cum spread around the opening to her pussy, and cum oozing from her still slightly distended asshole. "Whoa!" he blurted, and Nell turned her head, then smiled. "Come on in, James," Nell said in a sultry voice. "Never thought you'd see anything like this, did you? Well, come on and fuck me, big guy. I've got a real hot pussy that I'll just bet you can fill pretty nicely with that rod you're holding." James just laughed as he climbed on the bed, took up his position behind Nell and rammed his sizeable cock into her sodden pussy from behind. They both groaned heavily as he quickly got up to speed. Nell worked her butt back in rhythm as James gripped her hips and pumped his cock at a hard, steady pace. He had one of the bigger cocks of the group, right at 7 inches and quite thick. And he was using it to hit some interesting places deep in Nell's hot, clenching cunt. Nell could feel another climax building, but the way James was fucking her, she wasn't sure they'd get there together. No matter. James felt awfully good fucking her, and not for the first time that night, she idly wished she'd thrown caution to the winds when she'd had these boys in class, even though she knew in her heart that she could never have gotten away with it. James was oblivious. His cock was churning away like a piston, and he leaned over onto Nell's back, reached under her body and squeezed her tits, which jiggled nicely below her chest. Nell cooed at the delicate touch of James' hands on her sensitive tits, and started to encourage him, urging him to fuck her harder and refill her pussy with cum. It didn't take much of that before James threw his head back, got Nell's butt in a death grip, fucked her really hard about seven or eight thrusts and exploded with a stony cumshot deep in her spastic pussy. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it," Nell panted. "Give me your cum. Yeah, man!" James fucked Nell until he had no more cum to squeeze out of his balls, then fell back onto his haunches, momentarily sated. Nell remained on her knees awaiting her next student, and, lo and behold, it was Jay Frieze, the very first young man she'd wanted to fuck that first year out of college. Jay had probably come closer than any of them to fucking Nell when he was in high school. They had flirted quite a lot that first year, and Nell had found it awfully difficult to keep her hands off of him. In fact, it was because of Jay, and how close she had come to fucking him, that she had made the conscious decision to dress down and put a tight clamp on her social life in Smallwood. She knew how close she had come to doing something that could have ruined her, if it had somehow gotten out. And in a town the size of Smallwood, it more than likely would have. Jay walked in with a glass of ice water, which Nell was grateful for. That was why she'd wanted him back then. He was so attentive, and he seemed to know just what she wanted without her having to ask. Not to mention that he had a killer sense of humor, very dry and very dark. Nell drank down the water, still kneeling on her bed, with James' cum flowing out of her pussy and down her thighs. She loved the sluttish feeling of cum running down her legs, and she wanted more. Jay had known back in high school how Nell had felt about him, and he'd done his damnedest to seduce her that year, but she'd eventually proved unattainable. And he had wondered ever since if she really had had the same kinds of feelings for him that he'd suspected she had. But now, now, he was here and he wanted something tonight that he'd wanted from her 10 years earlier. As Nell laid the water glass on the bedside table, Jay got on the bed and knelt in front of her. He just gazed in those luminous eyes. "Nell?" he whispered. "Back 10 years ago, did you want me as much as I wanted you? Because let me tell you, I wanted you bad, and I think you were willing, weren't you." Nell didn't answer right away, but simply cradled Jay's face in her hands and kissed him, deep and slow. As she did, she reached down and squeezed his rock-hard 6-inch cock. "It was my first year," she said, when they came up for air. "I was young, and, yes, in any other situation, I would have loved to have fucked you. I came damn close as it was. But I just couldn't take that chance with my career. Now, however, I don't have that problem, do I." And then they kissed again, and this time both of them let their hands roam over each other's body. But Jay had something specific he wanted: Nell's mouth around his cock. "You said you give the best blowjobs around," he said, with a wry grin. "I'd like to find out for myself if that's true." It was. Jay lay on his back, as Nell got her face right up close to his trembling cock. She slid her tongue up the underside of his cock, to the crown, then worked it back around the upper side of his shaft. Jay just closed his eyes and wallowed in the feeling. But it quickly got better. After swirling her tongue around the shaft a couple of times, Nell slipped her tongue around the underside of the head, then lapped over the crown, parted her lips and let them caress the head as it slowly slid wetly into her mouth. She took about two-thirds of him on her initial plunge, worked her way back up, then sucked even more of him on the downward thrust. By about the fourth time taking his cock deep in her mouth, she had all of him buried in her mouth, the head just poking at the entrance to her throat. Nell hummed as she picked up speed. Jay's cock was the perfect size for sucking, she surmised. He was big enough to fill her mouth good, but not so big that he hurt her throat, the way bigger cocks sometimes did. Up and down, up and down, she worked, more than happy to give pleasure to this young man that she'd always been fond of, without expecting anything in return. She still had five more cocks left that could give her pleasure. This was strictly for Jay. Jay was ecstatic at the feeling of Nell's mouth on his cock. He was thrusting upward with his hips, driving as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. He thought about trying to hold out, to prolong the pleasure, but then he remembered the others, and he figured he'd get another crack at Nell before the night was over. "OK, baby, you ready for some cum?" Jay asked in a slightly strained voice. "Here it comes!" Nell looked up momentarily when Jay spoke, then turned her attention back to the throbbing piece of meat in her mouth. She sucked him deep once, twice, three times, until Jay's whole body jerked hard as he let loose a torrent of steaming-hot semen. Nell just clamped her lips around the base of his cock and let him fire away, her throat muscles working hard to swallow every drop. When he was finally deflated, she looked up at Jay as she pulled her mouth off his dick, opened her mouth to show him the last few spurts, then swallowed the last of his cum right on down. "Now, am I not the best?" Nell purred. "Man," Jay panted. "I don't know. I think I might have to take another practice run, just to see for sure." "Get outta here," Nell said chuckling as Jay scurried off the bed laughing. While Jay was leaving, Nell took the opportunity to use the bathroom, both to pee and to clean up between her legs just a little bit. Later on, she knew she wouldn't care, nor would anyone else, how much cum there was surrounding her. But she wanted to be reasonably presentable for her first time through the group. When she emerged, Terry Wall was sitting on her bed, with a very nice hard-on jutting up from between his legs. No words were necessary; the look that passed between them said it all. Terry had never wanted a woman more than he'd wanted Nell Fairchild, and to finally get the chance to fuck her – albeit in a group with nine other men – was a dream come true. He stood up and they embraced warmly, but the kiss they shared was hot and passionate. Nell could feel her arousal beginning to reignite from the hot lips and darting tongue of this gorgeous creature. They only broke apart long enough to tumble to the bed, Nell on her back, before they were at it again, kissing wildly. Nell spread open her legs, then reached down and grasped Terry's cock and guide it to her open pussy. That was all the help Terry needed. Once the head of his cock made contact with Nell's hot-pink insides, he lurched forward, driving his cock into her depths in one sizzling thrust. "Ahhhhhh, God! Yeah!" Nell cried out as Terry's cock filled her pussy. It was long enough and fat enough to really hit all of her hot spots as she worked her hips around and around, and up and down. Once again, she was heading for the orgasm that she'd put off for a little bit, hurtling down the roaring river of lust as Terry fucked her hard and fast. Terry was lost in lust, his cock a machine in the hottest pussy he'd ever gotten it into, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long. But he was determined to make Nell come with him, so he redoubled his efforts, smoking her pussy with blistering strokes. Nell could feel herself being carried away on the tidal wave of passion, as she wrapped her legs and arms around Terry, giving back every bit as much as she was getting from him. Terry could feel his control slipping as he felt the rusty tingle in his scrotum. They were both gasping and crying out as he lurched hard, then he grunted hard as a molten flow of cum blew out the end of his cock. The second she felt Terry's cum hit the deepest part of her vagina, Nell tumbled into a huge orgasm, maybe the best one thus far. They both shivered and shook as they spilled their climax over each other. Terry was reluctant to leave, it felt so good in Nell's arms, but he knew there were others waiting, so he slowly disengaged himself from Nell's limbs. "You were wonderful," Nell whispered hoarsely. Jeff Thomas was next, and he got right down to it. He climbed on the bed, grabbing the jelly as he did. He lifted Nell's legs high in the air, holding them together by the ankles in one hand while he dabbed some lubricant on her asshole with the other. He felt a shiver run through his cock as he saw cum flowing from Nell's dilated pussy. Nell looked up at him with lust-lidded eyes, and whispered for Jeff to fuck her ass. As she did, she raised her legs into the air, so that her gleaming ass was exposed to Jeff's horny gaze. He took his cock, a sizeable 6-incher, pressed it to Nell's anus and it slid in effortlessly. He pushed it all the way in, as Nell closed her eyes in intense satisfaction. She could feel another hard climax building up steam right where the previous one had left off, and she reached down with a hand and strummed her bloated clit to help it along. Now she was really headed for the zone, and she let herself float along as Jeff churned his iron-hard cock in her buttery ass. Jeff had never felt anything quite like Nell's ass. It was tight, but pliant, a sure indication of a woman who enjoyed anal sex and enjoyed it every chance she could. He leaned in slightly, with Nell's ankles on his shoulders and gave her everything she could handle. Nell's head was lolling as another white-hot orgasm built in her hard core, while she worked her butt around Jeff's pounding pole. It started rumbling in her groin, right at the base of her spine, and just kept growing as her sweat-covered body jerked and twitched. Jeff could feel his own climax boiling up to overflowing, and he panted and gasped as he tried to hang on as Nell erupted underneath him. Her whole body went into convulsions, and she screamed in her fiery passion. It was too much for Jeff. With a loud growl, he thrust hard one final time and felt what seemed like his whole insides come pouring out the end of his dick. He spewed a rapid-fire succession of cumshots deep in Nell's twitching rectum, bathing her bowels with his hot cream. Nell was off in another world, as Jeff's cock finally softened enough for him to pull out so he could stagger back into the den. Bruce Myers was next, and his entry brought a revived sparkle to Nell's eyes, for this young man had the biggest cock of them all, a long fat 8 inches of classically-proportioned meat. She lifted herself up onto her elbows as Bruce held it out for her to hold. "Bet you can't suck it all," Bruce said in a slightly mocking voice. He'd never had a woman yet who had been able to completely deep throat his dick, and he didn't think Nell could either. Nell knew a challenge when she heard one, so she just chuckled and told Bruce to kneel on the bed. Nell raised her upper body until she could reach Bruce's cock with her tongue, then she slid it all along the underside, before covering the upper shaft. She then licked vigorously all over the shaft, getting him liberally covered with her saliva. Pressing her attack, she slid the head of Bruce's cock past her lips, and let it bulge in her cheek before pushing about half of it in and starting to work what she had back and forth at a brisk pace. In that position, however, her neck started to get sore, and besides, she had figured out that the only way she was going to get him all the way into her throat would be if she was on her back, with Bruce fucking her face. She slipped his cock from her mouth, then laid back on the bed. She instructed Bruce to get behind her head and offer his cock to her from that position. Bruce eagerly complied, holding his throbbing-hard cock at the base to stem a hard flow of cum that badly wanted to come out before he was ready. Teacher's Pet But it was tough, as he gazed down Nell's sleek body, the way it was gleaming with sweat and the way cum oozed from her pussy and her ass, both of which were red and swollen open. Then his attention was diverted back to the matter at hand, as Nell reached up and drew the head of his cock to her lips and drew him in. She knew immediately that this was how it was going to be done, since it allowed her to more easily open her throat to allow Bruce to push his cock in. And he did, too. Pumping his cock back and forth in a hard, steady motion, Bruce sank more and more of his cock into Nell's mouth. He could actually see the indentation his cock made in her throat as he pushed it steadily deeper. Nell gagged a little bit, gave off a couple of choking sounds, and drool poured from her mouth and over her face, but she felt a thrill run through her body, a definite orgasmic twitter when she felt Bruce's pubic hair tickle her nose. She couldn't keep him like that long, and she finally had to pull him out for a second to gulp some air. But, after a second or two, she stuffed it right back in with one hand, while the other slid between her legs as she began to work herself in tandem with the deep thrusts of Bruce's cock. It didn't take much of this before they were both jerking on the bed in orgasm. Bruce grabbed both sides of Nell's head, and fucked her face with animal passion, until he felt the mercurial explosion of cum from the end of his dick. And the feeling of Bruce shooting his cum straight into her stomach gave Nell such a rush that she came hard on her hand. As Bruce squeezed the last few drops of cum from his cock, he wrenched it out of Nell's mouth and rubbed the dripping head all over her face. Nell was beyond caring by then. She was just about at the point where her body was being wracked by one long orgasm. Sal Minnitelli was next, though, and he took a long look at Nell, grinned and got her up on her knees, in a truly lewd position. Nell purred as she lay on her stomach, with just her butt in the air, while Sal pushed his cock into her pussy from behind. Nell was pleasantly surprised at Sal' performance. He may have had the smallest cock in the group, but he knew exactly what to do with it. He made sure that every time he pushed his cock in that he brushed Nell's clit. He fucked his old teacher in a kind of continuously upthrusting motion, so that he could feel her clit every time. This got Nell's climax right back up to speed, and she honestly thought she was starting to lose her mind from the incredibly good fucking all of her young men were giving her. She rubbed her nipples on the rough sheets on the bed, and the friction sent crackles of lust sizzling through her body. Sal humped with utter abandon, and the moment he felt Nell start to come, with her body shaking and her head down, he ripped his cock out and shot his load all over her ass. He aimed a couple of shots at her red asshole, then painted her buttocks with the rest of his creamy sperm. Last, but certainly not least, was Brent Lucie, and he and Sal exchanged knowing nods as they passed in the bedroom. Brent took one look at the cum flowing over Nell's asshole, and he knew what he wanted. Without any ceremony, he put the head of his 6 1/2 inches to her hole and slid in easily. Nell just groaned wantonly as she felt another cock in her ass. She was dazed from the many climaxes she'd already enjoyed, at the amount of cum that had been deposited in her body, and she lost herself in the feeling of Brent's cock in her ass. Thus she didn't hear the bedroom door open, as the rest of the group entered the bedroom. They had all been talking among themselves, and they had agreed that the time had come to bring the party back out to the den, where they could spread out and really have some fun. A couple of them had retrieved the double mattress that sat on the floor in the back bedroom and brought it into the den. Now it was Brent's turn to do his thing. He bent down, reached his arms around Nell's waist and pulled her back, which had the effect of burying his cock deep in her ass. Nell squealed in surprise as the group surrounded her, picked her up bodily, with Brent's cock still secure in her ass, and carried her into the den. They hauled her to the mattress, then laid her back down on her knees and let Brent finish his potent ass-fuck. The move brought Nell back to reality, and she gave a husky laugh as she resumed working her ass back on Brent's cock. It didn't take long. Brent had been sitting on go for over an hour, and he was ready to baste this beauty's ass with his hard cumshot. Gasping loudly, he pushed hard and exploded with another rip-roaring cumload deep in Nell's clenching ass. Now it was a free for all, and Charlie stepped up to the plate. With the sight of Nell's cored-open asshole as a stimulant, he aimed the head of his cock for her dripping pussy and rammed it home with every bit of force he could muster. Nell just dropped her head as yet another climax began to spike, and she knew what she wanted, but Charlie was in command. As he fucked her at a leisurely pace, Nell reached up and beckoned some of the earlier group to stand in front of her so she suck their cocks. She was in a little bit of delirium as Alton, Jay and Eric stepped forward. As Charlie fucked her from behind, Nell worked her mouth back and forth on the three men in front of her, getting them ready to take her a step beyond. Charlie was grunting hard as he hit his nut strokes, thoroughly getting off on the orgy aspects of the party. It reminded him of some of the wild nights he and his buddies used to enjoy when he was stationed in Germany. Just the thought was enough to send him over the edge in a strong climax. As soon as Charlie pulled his dripping cock away, Nell gave the trio in front of her their instructions. She told Jay to slide in under her body until her legs were straddling his hips. When he did, she hefted his cock and impaled her pussy on it in one wet plunge. Alton was starting to pick up on what Nell wanted, and didn't have to be told what to do. He took up position behind Nell's butt and pushed his long cock deep into her cum-filled ass. Nell howled in ecstasy as she felt her pussy and ass being filled simultaneously. This was what she had been waiting for, to get her young men together so they could fuck her like demons, to fill her up the way she loved to be filled, every hole stuffed with hard, young cock. Eric's eyes were wide as he watched Nell take two cocks in her body at the same time, but he was jolted back to reality when Nell grabbed his cock at the base and slid it into her mouth. Nell could feel the crackle of sexual electricity as she was fucked in all three holes at once. It took no time for Jay and Alton to get a good rhythm going, fucking each of Nell's holes hard, fast and steady. And Eric had his hands wrapped in Nell's hair working her back and forth on his cock. Nell's eyes were closed tightly as she surrendered to the kind of ongoing climax that she'd only had a very few times. Her body was shaking, writhing and she was moaning over the cock that was buried in her throat. Eric was the first to lose his load. This was his first-ever blowjob, and he couldn't control the cum that spewed out of his cock and into Nell's mouth. She swallowed hard then lewdly slid Eric's cock over her lips and tongue to get every last drop. Jay and Alton weren't far behind. Working together, they could feel each other's hard cock through the muscular membrane that separated Nell's pussy from her rectum. Gasping, they each jerked hard and fired a relentless cumload deep in Nell's spastic holes. Nell was somewhere around Jupiter as Alton pulled his cock from Nell's ass and Jay felt his cock wither enough to slide wetly from her pussy. Nell managed to pull herself up onto her knees, but her eyes were lidded and she seemed to be chanting something. "Cock, cock, give me cock," Nell intoned dementedly. And they did. James lay on the mattress, avoiding the wet spot for the moment, and turned Nell around so that her back was to him. She seemed to become aware enough to understand what James wanted, because she got up onto her feet, hovered for a second over James' midsection, then slid her cum-filled ass onto his dick. In this position, everyone got a frontal view of Nell's perky tits shaking on her chest, but more than that, they saw the river of cum that flowed from her angry red pussy, which was gaping wide, waiting on a cock. Jeff obliged, getting onto his knees and sinking his cock into Nell's flooded pussy. Nell just groaned abstractly as the two nice-sized cocks skewered her between them. She looked out from bloodshot eyes and saw the other four men stroking their hard cocks. "Cocks, give me your cocks," she chanted again, in a kind of delirium. She motioned for Terry and Brent to stand on either side of her head so she could alternate sucking their cocks. She sucked Terry first, all the way, then Brent, never mind that his cock had been in her ass not all that long ago. Nell didn't care. He had a cock, it was hard and it needed to be sucked. Like some five-backed beast, Nell and the four men surrounding her worked their bodies in a frenzy of overwhelming lust. Jeff and James worked like a machine in her pussy and ass, and Terry and Brent took turns filling her mouth, and sometimes they both pushed the head of their cocks to her lips at the same time. It was utterly too much. Nell felt her body come completely unraveled as she was wracked by an orgasmic spurt. At the same moment, James and Jeff reached the firing strokes and added their cum to the semen soup that covered her crotch and poured from her holes. Even before they were through coming, as Nell was shivering in climax, she pulled the two cocks away from her mouth and croaked for Brent and Terry to, "come on my face!" Just the thought was enough to get Brent to hose the left side of Nell's face with a tremendous cumshot, seconds before Terry laid a series of cum ropes across the right side of her face. As Jeff pulled away and Nell slid to the side to let James up, she took both hands and tried to pull as much of the cum off her face as she could. Nell was almost out of it, but she came to life slightly when Bruce knelt between her legs. She laid back, her cum-covered crotch open wide. Bruce pushed his big fat cock into her ravaged cunt and quickly set a blistering pace. Nell felt herself falling into a vortex again as Bruce fucked her hard, but she came back a little when Sal pulled her head back and buried his cock in her mouth. She actually felt a thrill run through her body as Bruce and Sal just used her hard, fucking her pussy and her mouth with reckless abandon. Incredibly, she felt still another orgasmic spike welling to the surface. Bruce pounded his huge cock relentlessly in Nell's cunt, while Sal fucked her mouth with equal vigor. They both sort of nodded, and as Nell crashed into a shuddering climax, they pulled their cocks free and jerked their cum onto her body. Sal laced Nell's face with his cum, and Bruce shot ribbons of semen on her abdomen and her belly. Nell was out of it as Bruce extracted himself and walked gingerly to get a beer. But she wasn't out long. She had a sort of bewildered look on her face as she raised herself up from the mattress. Her hair was wet and tousled, her makeup had long since disappeared, and her stockings were covered with semen. But she was determined to be a good host, and she had a couple of her guys to send off. Eric was getting close to his curfew, and Jeff had to work the next morning, so they were already dressed ready to go. Nell stood up on wobbly legs and walked painfully to her office where she had a parting gift for each of them. It was a copy of a book she thought they would enjoy, and inside on the front page, she'd written her new address, her telephone number and an e-mail address with the invitation to come see her if they were ever in her city. There were still eight of her guys left, however, and they showed no inclination to leave just yet. "You did say you wanted us as often as possible, and that you could go all night, didn't you?" Charlie asked, with a lascivious grin on his face, and that brought a chorus of agreement from the others. Nell was quite willing to do just that, but she needed a break first. She fixed herself a drink – another double Crown on the rocks – then invited Alton and James to join her in a shower. She wanted to clean up a little and she also felt like a shower with a couple of guests would perk her up a little bit. While they basked under the warm flow of water, the trio played, getting soapy all over, and they talked. James, in particular, was curious about Nell's motivation for having this kind of a party, and she told them candidly what forces were driving her, and, yes, a desire to shock them was part of it. Nell felt a lot better when she finished her drink and climbed out of the shower. Alton and James were also feeling quite good, as Nell's hands had gotten them back up to something close to a full roar. They were quite ready for another round with their hot teacher. Nell was ready too. Alton and James had soaped her up in some very interesting ways, and it had rekindled her arousal. First, however, she sent a couple of the others who had had their cocks in her ass to the shower to clean up a bit, and they were agreeable. The rest she gathered around her as she knelt on the mattress. She took her time to go around from one to the other, sucking their cocks deep into her throat, showing them just how good she could be with her mouth. She could feel her pussy starting to pulse again, and it was ready for more, in spite of the workout it had already gotten. One of the guys, she wasn't sure who, slid between her legs, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto his mouth. Nell squealed as she felt a pair of lips and a tongue working at the red, swollen opening. She ground her pussy on the young man's face, while she lost herself in a forest of cocks. Just then, she felt another tongue swiping at her asshole, and she could feel another climax building to a crescendo from the feeling of two mouths and two tongues licking at her two holes. She would have been content to spill her climax all over the face she was riding, but she wanted cocks, not tongues. Panting heavily, Nell positioned Alton on his back, his long cock aimed to the ceiling. She straddled his hips and eased her molten pussy onto his cock. Gasping from the feeling, she pulled open her buttocks and told Jay to grab the lube from the bedroom, grease up her ass and to fuck her. While he was momentarily gone, Nell got Charlie and James to stand in front of her so she suck their cocks. She wrapped her lips around Charlie's fat tool and hummed delightedly as it scudded into her throat. She worked back and forth on his cock, then turned to James' rigid tool and sucked it vigorously. All the while, she was steadily riding Alton in a slow, rolling motion. Just then, she felt Jay swabbing jelly all around her anus, before he pushed two fingers in to grease up her rectum. "Mmmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh!" Nell groaned loudly. "That's it, baby, fuck my ass. Let me show you boys what a real slut I can be." Jay was more than happy to oblige, and he aimed his cock to the already cored-open hole and pushed his way in. He felt a chill run up his spine as he felt Alton's cock just a fraction of an inch away, banging away at Nell's pussy from below. Nell was bent low over Alton's body as she felt the dicks work their magic in her clenching holes. She could feel another climax brewing, as she resumed sucking Charlie and James, this time with a vengeance. She panted and groaned, wailed and cried as her orgasm built to a frothy head. Jay and Alton were relentless as they pounded their cocks in Nell's holes in sublime rhythm. They were working on their third orgasm of the night, and they were hurtling toward the finish while they still had some starch left. The same was true of Charlie and James, who were fisting their meat hard as they pushed the slippery heads of their cocks at Nell's gasping mouth. With a roar, Jay felt the liquid steel of his climax explode out the end of his dick, and that triggered Alton's hard cumshot to boil over. Together they pushed their spewing cocks deep into Nell's body, and that sent her tumbling over the edge. Writhing and wailing, Nell felt her whole body shiver in her climax, and she looked up through lidded eyes just in time to see Charlie and James shoot their watery cumloads over her lips and into her open mouth. Nell was back in her fuck zone, but this time, she was far more aware of herself, and much more aggressive. She hadn't fallen quite as far into sexual dementia as she had before her rest, and she was trembling with a fire that showed no sign of abating. As soon as the four men staggered away from the mattress, Nell guided Sal to lie on his back, and she immediately turned her back to him and melted her dripping ass onto his cock. When she was fully impaled, she motioned for Brent to come over and fuck her pussy, and together those two worked her into a screaming frenzy. As they fucked Nell with a breathtaking power, Brent pulled his cock out to show the assembly her red, gaping pussy. Sal followed suit by pulling Nell off his cock and displaying her obscenely open anus, which looked like an apple that had had the core cut out of it. They had always been fond of Nell, but they were getting a thrill out of treating her like a piece of meat, of showing her as the slut she'd proven herself to be. And Nell laughed insanely as she came hard just from the wicked feeling of acting like a true whore. The two men, with their youthful reserve of fucking stamina, fucked Nell hard and fast, and she ripped through two more climaxes before they were finally ready to come. Brent reached his firing strokes a few seconds ahead of Sal, and he pulled his cock from Nell's twitching cunt and sprayed a liberal cumload all over her abdomen and stomach. Sal rolled Nell to her side and slid up the mattress to shoot his cum over Nell's face. She moaned as he emptied himself, and she grabbed his dick and squeezed the last few drops out with her lips Bruce Myers had watched the proceedings with a furious hard-on, and he was ready for the one part of his old teacher's body he hadn't had. Fisting his big fat cock, he crawled between Nell's legs as she still lay on her side, soaking up the sensations, lifted her right leg high, and crammed his cock into her flooded ass. Meanwhile, Terry Wall knelt on the mattress, grabbed the back of Nell's head and sent his cock thudding into her throat. He fucked Nell's throat with an earthy intensity that shocked and delighted her. Nell could feel another crackling orgasm building to a peak as she realized that her young men had finally figured out that she liked to be fucked hard. And Bruce and Terry were more than willing to give it to her as hard as she wanted it. Bruce fucked Nell's ass with a barely controlled fury, while Terry worked Nell's head back and forth as he fucked her face. Nell's mind was a blasted shell as her sweat-soaked body sizzled from the effects of her orgasm, and she just kept right on howling through another one and another one after that before Bruce finally cut loose with a hard cumshot into her ass. Seconds later, Terry pulled Nell's head to his pubic bush, burying his cock to the hilt in her throat as he spewed his third load of the night deep down her throat. The threesome twisted on the mattress for long seconds, until finally Bruce pulled his red, shriveled dick from Nell's wrecked asshole and Terry finally pulled his cock from Nell's puffy lips. Teacher's Pet Nell gasped and heaved as she gulped air, her body limp and slumped on the wet mattress. She rolled over onto her back and looked up through bleary eyes at a scene she'd remember forever. Young men were sprawled on the sofas or chairs, utterly drained. Alton McKenzie was slowly, gingerly trudging to the back bedroom to retrieve his clothes, so he could get dressed and head home for some much-needed rest. After a few minutes, Sal and Terry drifted off to do the same, and Nell managed to lift herself painfully to her feet to see them off. Eventually, Brent had to leave as well. That left Bruce, Charlie, Jay and James. Nell plopped down on the sofa amid this group, and they talked for quite awhile, listened to some music and the guys had a few beers to wind down. They were all reluctant to bring the night to an end, but truthfully, there wasn't much gas left in anyone's tank for another round, although Nell had fun idly stroking whatever cocks happened to be sitting on either side of her. Jay and James finally decided to head home sometime around 4 a.m., leaving Bruce and Charlie. She sat between them and they each kissed and nibbled on her for awhile, just playing as sleep began to wash over them. Finally, Nell shook herself and stood up. Bruce was already dozing, and Charlie's eyes had a real droop to them. "Hey, you two, wake up," Nell said softly, and both young men came around slightly. "Why don't you guys come sleep with me in my bed rather than trying to drive home at this time of night. I'd feel a lot better knowing you weren't out on the road in this condition." She was concerned about their safety, since they both had a fairly significant drive home, but she had a couple of other reasons for wanting them to stay. She loved having a man – or in this case men – sleep with her, and she'd genuinely enjoyed these two probably more than any of the others she'd had that night. "And besides," Nell said with a twinkle in her eyes and a swish of her butt. "I can't think of anything I'd like more for breakfast that two big hard cocks." Bruce and Charlie spent a thoroughly blissful slumber on Nell's waterbed, with their favorite former teacher lying between them. They did indeed enjoy the breakfast of champions when they awoke, around noon. After coffee and biscuits, followed by a sexy shower together, Bruce lay back on Nell's bed, his big cock aimed at the ceiling. Nell slid her sore, but still-game cunt on his cock, then opened her butt cheeks open to expose her red, swollen anus, which Charlie lubed up and fucked hard. Bruce and Charlie then enjoyed an encore fuck that finally sent Nell to one final crashing orgasm. When they had dressed and left, Nell Fairchild slumped against her front door and smiled. She was sore all over, she was physically drained, and she looked a wreck. But her smile was a devilish smile of pure satisfaction, of her long-held lust sated after so many years of holding it in. Her teacher's pets had proven to be everything she could have hoped for and more. And she knew, over time, that they would all find a way to make the 250-mile drive from Smallwood to her new home for another chance to fuck the one woman they never thought they could have. Teacher's Pet My name is Alexandra, but all of my friends call me Alex. I'm a forty-five year old with two kids now off to college. My husband, Kevin, is on the road three nights a week So, I decided that I needed to make some positive changes in my life. I checked out the local college and signed up for some classes. I have always wanted to learn how to make pottery and I really needed to bone up on some math so that I could balance my checkbook. And I took a writing class so that I could write this story for you. I really loved the pottery and writing class, but had a lot of problems with the math. It was never my strong point. My professor, however, was keen on making sure that we knew all that there was to know about the numbers that really do control our lives. So when I would ask a question about a problem that I just couldn't comprehend, he would sit next to me and explain it as simply as his educated mind would allow him. He insistent that all of the students called him by his first name which was Bill. I liked the informal format. He liked to joke around and seldom embarrassed a student in front of the class. Anyone needing help could come by after class and ask anything about assignments or problems. Bill was a very patient teacher. And he was exactly the type of professor I needed to learn higher math. He was a very nice looking man with a wonderful smile and a great sense of humor. He liked to joke around with the students. But he was serious when trying to push home the way to do that equation that stumped my brain every third day. He had no qualms about staying after class to help a student, and he often did so with others and me, who just couldn't equate the ideas in their head. Kevin sometimes picked me up after work, if he could get off early enough to do so. If not, I just walked home, because we were only three blocks from the college. There were times when I would stay after and talk with Bill about how to calculate an equation and he would quietly listen to my feeble attempts to calculate the correct answer. Then, he would step up to the chalkboard and quickly show me what I had done wrong and smile. "I know you will get this; you're making it harder than it is." After me nearly failing the first two quizzes, Bill came to me and asked " Alex, what could I do to help me with the work?" I smiled and sassily said, "You can do it for me!" He giggled and said, "That's not an option, but I would have no problem with a little one on one tutoring session, say two nights a week?" We set up the study sessions for days that Kevin was out of town. I didn't want to miss time with my husband for math. Let me tell you what I know about Bill. He has wonderful hazel eyes that shine when he smiles. He's tall, maybe six feet. He has a great smile and attitude. He's traveled the world and lived a good life. He's active and loves to be outside. He's got some Indian in him and he seems to know what a student is thinking before the student does. He knows that his student's are there to learn and is always willing to lead with a smile on his face. He has a soft voice, yet makes sure he is heard over the rumble of the class. There are only about four mature adults in the class. All of the others are what I would call 'kids'. But we all get along and help one another. We're a good group. And Bill has the sense of humor to tolerate our sometimes silliness yet keeps us on track. At first I was nervous about the private tutoring. I liked Bill a lot and was even a bit attracted to him. After twenty-six years of marriage, the passion dies somewhat, but the love remains. Bill brought out my passions again. He taught me in a way that made me think and he added in a lot of laughter. Never any pressure, just calm understanding. It was something that, I'm sure, I had early in my marriage but somewhere it slipped away once the kids came along. Too many chores and not enough time. Husband out of town when the urges came so dildos and fingers had to calm the fires. I really enjoyed our sessions and Bill seemed to like them as well. One evening, after our session, he asked me if I'd have dinner with him. I was late and neither of us had eaten. So I accepted. We went to a quiet little Italian place with low lights and soft music in the background. The waitress sat us at a cozy little table for two, lighted only with three flickering, sputtering candles. I felt that we were spies plotting the take over of the Math department. The soft murmur of voices was barely heard, making it easy for us to talk. But the conversation was not about numbers, it was about getting to know one another better. We talked about ourselves; our families and our dreams.*** I chatted about my children and he smiled. "You love them very much don't you?" "Yes, they are such good kids; but don't tell them that!" I teased. He complimented me on raising them and getting them out into the world successfully. It made me feel proud that I had done such a good job with my kids in this world of so much turmoil. I rattled on and on about my Algebra. I cried, "I'll never be able to do it!" "Not with that attitude! You're right; you'll fail for sure. But I'm not going to let you do that; I'm going to make sure you graduate with honors in Math. We talked a little longer about school; then the conversation turned to things not so simple. You see I had had a crush on Bill almost since day one. I've always been attracted to intelligent men, and I knew he had to be because he could do something that I knew I could never conquer. I felt that I would never make it through this class. I felt so overwhelmed by the class load and the numbers scared me to death. Bill used this time and his knowledge of my fears, to get closer to me and calm my anxiety. Then our conversations turned personal. He told me that he thought I was beautiful and that my mind was amazing, "Even if you can't comprehend higher math." "I find myself, in class seeking out your seat and watching you as you work through the problems. You nibble on your bottom lip, and brush your hair from your eyes from time to time." "I love when you run your tongue across your lips and I long to kiss them right after you've done so." He continued to embarrass me. "Please stop! You're embarrassing me!" I whispered harshly. I could feel myself blushing. Thankfully, the dinner came and we were both involved in our meals. Our conversation went form the way I licked my lips to how to conquer Algebra. It was eleven o'clock when we left the restaurant. Bill held his hand on the small of my back as he guided me out the door. Then again as he helped me into the car. We were both silent as we drove back to the school. I was lost in thoughts of how I would feel if I chose to have an affair with this man. How I would feel about Kevin, how Kevin would feel if he found out. How I would feel if he did. But in the last six months, since the kids had gone off to their new lives and worlds, our love life had almost died and we hardly ever talked anymore. Sex was all but dead. He was always too tired. I really wasn't interested either. Yet Bill interested me. My pussy got wet every time I saw him. I couldn't wait to get to class and I hated leaving after class. I sometimes thought of questions that I knew the answers to just to spend that little extra time with him, alone. Now, he had admitted to me that he had feelings for me too and that old excitement filled my cunt with juices in hope that he would want me here, tonight. He parked the car then turned to me. "Do you have to go home tonight?" I took a deep breath. "He may call, yes." "Would it be wrong of me to follow you there? I really don't want to go home right now. I really want to be with you and get to know you." I bit my bottom lip; I could fee tears welling up in my eyes. They were tears of joy. My heart beat faster and I could feel the warmth of the juices filling my pussy. "I really would love to share my bed with you tonight, Bill. I do get lonely and long to be held by man who cares about me and wants to be there with me." "I'll follow you; are you sure the neighbors won't notice? Won't tell your husband?" "It's nearly midnight; most, if not all, will be asleep. And I can always tell them that you are a female friend that had just come into town." I assured him. I really needed to get laid. I needed a good dick to fill my pussy with thick, hot cum and suck my tits to make my nipples hard. I hoped that he was wild in bed and would teach me things other than Math. He parked in the garage; I parked on the street. We slipped into the kitchen and I led the way to the bedroom without turning on the lights. Once we were in the bedroom, he turned to me and his mouth covered mine and his tongue lunged against mine as our passions exploded. Hands explored or bodies, mouths and tongues clashed eagerly. Fighting for the pleasures of new arousals. Quickly we stripped one another and at the first sight of my body, Bill licked his lips and smiled; "I knew you would be this beautiful. I just knew." I knelt before him and slowly released his belt then unzipped his soft cotton pants and watched as they slid down his legs and made a soft whoosh sound as they came to a stop. He stepped out of the heap, and took me in his arms then carried me to the bed. Gently, he laid me there; unbuttoned my blouse and freed my pent-up breasts that rejoiced at being set free. For a moment or two, he just stared. He didn't touch them, he didn't kiss them; he just stared. Then, like he was coming out of a trance, he slowly licked his lips, put his thumb and forefinger in his mouth and moistened them; then placed the wet fingers on my erect nipple and pinched. I noticed a jerk in his growing prick as he did so. It excited me in a way I hadn't felt in what seemed to be forever. Rolling over, I placed my lips on the heart shaped head and dabbed my tongue in the salty precum as it surfaced. Then I opened my mouth wide, and slid it as far as possible over his eight-inch cock. I felt the pumping as his seed headed for my mouth and just before they found their way into my orifice, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply and long. His hands explored every inch of me. Then, very slowly, he lay me back on the bed and spread my legs wide. Kneeling between my legs, he bent an ran his tongue the length of my slit; a shiver ran up my spine and I pressed my hands on the back of his head. My breathing came faster and my juices filled my pussy in anticipation of his thrust. But it didn't happen. Bill was just teasing me. He rolled off me, then ran his tongue, again, the length of my slit and this time played there; his tongue darting in and our of my juices. My clit was getting harder and harder. His tongue glazed it slightly, then moved elsewhere. He knelt between my legs, and took his cock in his hand. I saw the glistening of his precum hanging on just waiting to be plowed deep within my wet Venus garden. But still he denied himself and me. He rubbed the thick head up and down between my full pussy lips and each time he came closer and closer to my clit and slipping his thick cock deep in my pussy. Finally, he found the position he was looking for; must have me some wild equation he had for the perfect fuck; I don't know, but that was the only guess I could come up with. The wait was worth it because, when he started fucking me, he went really deep and found all of those erogenous zones that drove my mind wild and made my heart beat like it was going to push through my chest. "That's it baby, do it! You know what I need and what I want!" I cried with abandon. It had been so long since Kevin had touched me like this. 'Isn't spontaneous sex so wonderful!' I though as my body crashed with his. Our passion not on heated us up but lubricated us as well. Mouths explored body parts that we longed to be familiar with and fingers, mouths and hands gave pleasures that had long been forgotten about. I felt young and exciting again. I felt that I could fuck this man all night and all the next day. I wanted to keep him here with me and enjoy him forever. What time we fell into a sleep that lasted too long, I have no idea. But when we awoke, he rushed to the shower; "Sorry, I've got a class. I'll see you at three?" he explained and asked. "Yes, and thank you for last night. Would you mind if I shared your shower?" "Not at all. Thank you too, you are more than welcome; I hope we can do it again... soon?" "If we don't I'll be disappointed!" I smiled mischievously He bent over and kissed me then pulled me into the shower with him. He lathered my skin and kissed my lips as his hands explored me once more. I slipped out of his grasp and knelt before him, taking that wonderful dick into my moth. His hands pressed against the cool tiles to support himself as I slurped at his thick seed. When he pulled me off the tiles, he kissed me deeply, sharing the still warm cum in my mouth. I was shocked and amazed that he did that. It made him even more endearing to me. Then he forced me against the warming tiles and spread my legs wide and filled my hungry pussy once more with his throbbing prick. "I wish I could spend the entire day with you, but I have a class in twenty minutes. You think the kids will notice I'm wearing yesterday's clothes?" "Who cares?" I replied with a smile. After he left, I felt alone and sad but at the same time I was elated. He gave me a passion that I had lost and deep down inside missed. Also I had more energy than I had had in months. I dressed and went to my pottery class, which fortunately or maybe unfortunately a female taught. I was floating on air and my mind was repeating the previous night over and over again. And amazingly, I didn't destroy my vase for the first time since I started the class. After class, I sat around the student center, trying to figure out my homework for algebra; wishing Bill was here to help me. I decided to try to use my new learned writing skills and wrote a short poem for Bill; I decided I would give it to him after lunch; sneak up there and surprise him. Just as I finished it, a shadow stood over me. I looked up and there he was. I smiled, my pussy got wet. "I just wrote you a poem. I fell like a kid again; and you're the reason for that." He smiled back, "I do to and it is you that brought me here. I really loved last night; I want to do it again." Looking away, I said, "So did I and I do too." "Your husband comes home tonight, huh?" "Yes, he should be home," I smiled. His cell phone rang; he looked at the number, and then excused himself to take the call. When he hung up, he said, I need to run an errand, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I smiled and nodded and blew him a little kiss. He smiled and licked his lips. Then he was off. I wrote some more then headed for class. The professor was really good; she wanted us to have our own style of writing so she didn't give us topics. She wanted us to write about our interests. I decided to write about my children; since they had been such a pleasure to me and how my life had changed since they were away. But I didn't write about Bill. That's my secret. When I finally went home, Kevin was there. I smiled when I saw his car. I had missed him; just a little. He greeted me at the door and gave me a kiss. "I'm glad you're home. I sure did miss you during this trip. And I'm so horny, I don't know what to do!" I knelt before him, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. Then I slipped of his briefs and pulled his six inch cock into my mouth and sucked him until his seed exploded down my throat. His cock shrunk and he whispered; "Thanks I need that." He turned and headed for the shower; I sat on the bed and masturbated. After his shower, he sprawled out on the couch in his T-shirt and underwear. "I sure do like have'n the kids gone; now I can sit around naked if I want. Come sit on my lap and let me play with those titties I like so much and you can ride my rod!" Reluctantly, I slipped off my panties and climbed onto his lap. He stroked his prick about four times, then stuck his fingers in my pussy and pushed them in and out a few times to stretch it enough to take his "massive" cock, which had no problems slipping into my pussy. After about four humps he spilled his seed in me and rolled off; "What's for dinner honey?" I told him and headed for the kitchen. Once there, I used his juices to masturbate my frustrations and think about Bill. I fantasized that it was his thick cum that I was playing in. When my orgasm came, it was strong and hard. It released all of the tensions I had pent up at the thought of not being with Bill for three days. After dinner, I showered and got ready for bed. Kevin came in and wanted to have sex again. He spread my legs wide and used his middle finger to get me hot. Then he slowly pushed his thin prick into my barely lubricated pussy. After ten pushups he spilled his seed and rolled over. Within three minutes, he was snoring and my fingers were rushing over my ignored clit until my body finally shook with a release that I had never felt with my husband. The next afternoon, I went to Bill's class way before time to be there. I slipped in the empty classroom and scooted under the desk. I knew no one would see me under there. When Bill came in, he wrote something on the board, then put his books on the desk and sat down. I reached up and unzipped his pants and scared the hell out of him. Ducking to see who was under the desk, he smiled. "Naughty girl!" he chastised me. Now you have to finish the job!" "I plan to; I may do it all through class!" I teased. "I'll give you an A if you do!" he came back. I pulled out his plump prick and licked at the precum already forming on its head. His hands went to the back of my head and he slowly moved my head back and forth in a rhythm that pleased him the most. I heard the door open and another student dropped into her seat while my head bobbed up and down on is hard cock. His hand slipped under the desk and handed me a hand written note. "How am I going to teach with you sucking my dick?" I whispered. "You figure it out." Then sucked him deeper in my throat. For the entire hour, he sat and taught class as I licked and sucked and swallowed his wonderful cock. After class, he took me into the back office, tore my panties off and fucked me the way I needed and wanted to be screwed. The entire hour of his break was lustful and rewarding for both of us. Then just as I was dressing, the door opened. There stood Kevin. I was still naked; Bill had just zipped up his pants. "How's she doing in Algebra now, teach?" he asked. "She's getting better," Bill replied; she'll earn an A." "Good!" he said. "I really enjoyed watching you take her and show her how a real man pleases a woman; you think you could do that more? I know I can't please her; I have a little prick compared to yours. And I could tell she likes yours better." He turned to me; "Do you want a ride home, honey or would you let me watch as you fuck him again? It really turned me on." Tears filled my eyes; they were tears of joy. I needed Bill in my life for my pleasures and I wanted Kevin because he was the father of my children and the man I knew the best. I had always loved him and now he loved me in a way I never thought possible. It's been four years now. Everyone is happy. But we're not telling the kids. Teacher's Pet Growing up as a kid, I had a pretty low self-esteem. It wasn't my looks either. Like any teenager growing up, I hadn't as yet hit my maturity peak. Awkward, still growing into my rapidly changing body, with a shyness borne from a perception of myself, I tended to withdraw from making friends with anyone. By the time I had reached high school, I was falling behind in several of my classes, adding to the perceptions of myself as being less than capable of being able to understand or do anything. I certainly didn't consider myself as being stupid, but others did. The fact that I was strong, well built kept me out of a lot of fights. But being labeled with "not playing with a full deck", as I'd often heard also kept me from dating or having any really close friends. And to make matters worse, it became obvious during my senior year of high school that I wasn't going to have enough credits to graduate for having failed or performed miserably in too many of my classes. To my dismay, furthering my low opinion of myself, I was held back a year in the hopes that I would somehow eventually come to learn and understand the subjects that had been causing me to fail so miserably in my life. Finally, someone took interest in me as a person. A teacher who had only recently transferred to the high school I was attending, and who had had similar experience with other students such as myself. It was discovered that I had a very severe case of dyslexia, something I had unknowingly been struggling with for years. Not only had it affected my ability to read and understand words, but also mathematical problems had become all but impossible for me to be able to work through. My salvation came in the form of a woman whom I affectionately called "Ms. Jenkins". Shortly after the start of the school year, she recognized almost immediately what the problem was I was experiencing. After speaking with my parents one evening, she went so far as to volunteer to tutor me after school three times a week, provided I was willing to put in the extra time it would take to turn things around for myself, and ensure I would actually graduate. For the first time in years, I was excited, enthusiastic, and willing to do whatever it took. Though I had recently turned eighteen, I hadn't been able to pass the written test in order to obtain my drivers license, just one more little thorn in my side that set me apart from everyone else. Ms. Jenkins had worked it out with my parents however that she would take me home to her place after school, feed me, and then sit down with me for a couple of hours of arduous and difficult work while she began showing me how to work through and over come my problem. Afterwards, she would drive me the short distance to my home having loaded me up with simple, yet numerous tasks all designed to help me with my reading disability. I had guessed correctly as I later learned, that Ms. Jenkins was in her late thirties. Though her hair was obviously long and dark, she most often wore it up in a tight bun behind her head. She wore little if any make-up, a pair of reading glasses most often dangling on a chain about her neck, resting casually against a pair of full breasts that she ensured were downplayed by the less than provocative clothing she most often wore during classes. To say she looked plain would have been an understatement. Most would call her an old maid, simply because she lived alone for reasons I didn't know or understand at the time. Others saw her as a kind and friendly woman, which she was. But without any obvious sex appeal whatsoever, self included. A lot of that changed the very first evening we spent at her place when we began my tutoring. Ms. Jenkins lived in a small but comfortable two-bedroom apartment. Nicely but simply furnished, she immediately directed me to have a seat at her small, but cozy looking kitchen table which sat adjacent to a fairly large window over looking the courtyard behind the building complex she was living in. Below sat a moderate sized swimming pool, currently unoccupied, along with a Jacuzzi where a young couple sat sipping and drinking wine. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked. "I'd love a beer," I told her. She actually laughed. "I would too, but I don't think that would be very appropriate under the circumstances," she added. "How about a coke?" "That'd be great!" I replied a little sheepishly. Though my attempt at humor had been obviously well received, it was also my only defense mechanism whenever I was extremely nervous, which I was now. I watched as Ms. Jenkins leaned into the refrigerator retrieving our cokes. She had worn slacks today, along with a high collared white blouse. Upon entering her apartment, she'd removed her jacket tossing it over the back of one of her living room chairs. Her white blouse was just sheer enough to reveal the delicate lacy bra she was wearing. As she turned from the refrigerator, I noticed the twin hard little nubs of her nipples as they pressed firmly against the material of her blouse. Averting my eyes almost immediately so that she didn't catch me looking, I accepted my coke graciously from her. "Would you like a glass?" "Ah, no thanks. This is fine," I assured her still averting my eyes until she turned to reach into the cupboard taking a glass down for her self. Once again I glanced towards her chest, but already her nipples were withdrawing noticeably back into the warmer confines of her bra. "Why don't you turn to page seventeen of your work book, and read through that short story for me while I change clothes," she said. "After you've done that, we'll sit down and read it through together." At first it was hard to concentrate. My mind wandered briefly as I once again scanned the surroundings of her apartment, leaning forward slightly in order to have a better look down the hallway where she had moments ago headed towards what I could only assume was her bedroom. To my surprise, I saw that her bedroom door was still slightly open, but even more surprisingly, I caught her reflection in a nearby bedroom mirror on her vanity. Standing just inside her closet, I watched as she carefully removed her blouse, then her slacks until she was standing in nothing but that lacy bra and a pair of matching white panties. Somewhat alarmed, I leaned away back towards the table and the book that was staring up at me. I tried to focus on the words that were formed there, but my mind was once again elsewhere. Hearing movement, I sat up leaning forward once again, just catching her reflection as she slid into a pair of comfortable looking sweatpants. But to my astonishment and shock, her bare breasts swung freely and openly before my gazing eyes before she moments later pulled a matching sweatshirt over herself concealing them once again. I returned to the book desperately trying to read the story before her return, realization dawning on me that when she did return, she would be wonderfully and erotically braless beneath that bulky non-form fitting garment. Even so, I felt my prick lurch in recognition of that hidden fact. Hearing her footsteps as she came back towards me, I was startled to some degree as she sat down across from me taking a sip of her coke. Her hair was down. I had never seen it that way before. It fell well below her shoulders, framing her oval shaped face so perfectly giving her a much more alluring expression and look than anyone might ever realize. Even the small amount of make-up that she wore seemed to better highlight her light blue eyes, perky nose and sensual full lips though she didn't appear to be wearing anything more than lip-gloss. "How we doing?" she asked. "I'm getting there," I stammered uneasily. Truth was, that was my problem. The erection I'd begun to feel growing hadn't abated one iota. If anything, it was getting uncomfortably worse as I took brief glances up from the book I was supposedly reading to take in this new image of Ms. Jenkins that I was suddenly seeing for the first time. "You're not concentrating," she said observantly. She had me there. I hadn't even turned the first page, which at the minimum even with my difficulty reading I should have been able to do in the length of time given. I watched her hand cross over towards the book, sliding it out and away from beneath mine. She closed it leaning back in her chair looking at me. "You seem nervous. Why don't we chat for a while first, and then when you're more comfortable, we'll try it again," she stated easily. "Thank you, I'd like that," I replied sipping my soda. She soothed me by asking me what kinds of things I enjoyed doing, what types of hobbies I had, what I did for fun, favorite movies and TV shows. Thankfully, my erection subsided as I began concentrating more on that, and less and less on her bare breasts so perfectly concealed beneath the loose bulky sweatshirt. Having no real social skills, when I had answered pretty much everything she had asked me, she then asked me if there was anything I wanted to know about her. "Obviously you're not married," I began, seeing the surprised look in her face as I spoke. "How come?" She smiled, but it was a sad smile and I could tell it wasn't easy for her as she stood up making her way over towards the sink where she turned on the water, rinsing out her glass before placing it down on the counter, turning to face me. "I'm divorced," she said frankly. "Nearly four years now," she added. I nodded my head, though not in understanding as to why. She really was an attractive looking woman and I couldn't understand for the life of me why anyone wouldn't want to be married to someone as nice and obviously as caring as she was. "You have any kids?" I asked, once again showing my naiveté at what for her was obviously a delicate subject. "No. Jack and I, my husband...or rather ex-husband I guess, couldn't have kids. Not that I didn't want any. I did. I'm just not capable of having any. Which is one of the reasons I became a teacher to begin with. I love kids, and love teaching them, especially kids who need a little extra help." "You mean dumb kids like me?" I offered, trying to sound funny, grinning as I said it. The look on her face became serious however and she approached me even before I knew what she was doing. In moments, she was kneeling down in front of me having placed both of her hands on each side of my face ensuring that I had no where to look but into her more than serious eyes. "Chad, you're not dumb! And don't ever think of yourself in those terms again!" Releasing my cheeks, which I felt suddenly red with surprise and embarrassment, Ms. Jenkins again stood looking down at me. "You're a lot more intelligent and wise than you realize," she added. "You just need a little extra special attention and guidance is all. Before we're through, you'll realize that." Once again she turned away from me looking back towards the sink. I saw her hand travel up to her face, knowing when she did that she was wiping away tears from her eyes. I'd seen them begin to moisten moments earlier as she held my face within her hands. "Ms. Jenkins? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything to make you feel bad." When she turned back around to face me, the tears were gone, replaced by a warm, almost loving smile on her face. "Tell you what Chad. When we're here, you can call me by my given name. Karen. But only here, never at school. Agreed?" "Ok...Karen," I said, getting the feel of the more intimate introduction just given me. It did make her seem more real somehow, more like actually having a friend as opposed to her simply being one of my teachers. But I also knew that in class, she would be, Ms. Jenkins, my teacher, and that she expected me to respect that, which I would, and did. We soon went back to my studies, spending the next hour and a half working through the short story she'd given me to read until she was confident that I had read it, and finally understood everything I had read. As she'd promised, once again showing just how much she was willing to go out of her way for me, she drove me home. And though it was a relatively short drive of less than fifteen minutes, I found that I was sad to be arriving in front of my house far too soon than I might have wished. And there had been another reason for that too. Though certainly warm enough that she hadn't needed to take a coat or jacket along with her, the air was just cool enough outside as well as inside the car when we began driving, that her nipples once again firmed up sufficiently that they poked against the soft material of her sweatshirt. I could almost imagine that soft material caressing them from within. Wondering what they would feel like, remembering albeit far too briefly what they had actually looked like. In my mind, I reflected briefly back to that moment as she stood just outside her closet, bending over slightly while struggling into her sweatpants. Her magnificent breasts jiggling lazily above as she finished slipping them on. Even at that distance, I could see the coloring of those twin teats. Caramel colored, dollar sized with erect perky nipples protruding from each. "Day after tomorrow then?" The car had stopped out in front of my house. Re-gathering my wits about me, I found I had been staring at her chest. Shamefacedly, I tore my eyes away looking up into hers. She seemed not to have noticed however, or if she had noticed, she wasn't letting on. "Yeah," I replied simply reaching for the door handle. "Thank you Ms.," I paused momentarily unsure what to call her at the moment." "Karen," she finished for me smiling. "But tomorrow, Ms. Jenkins, just like always," she added. "Karen," I acknowledged, finally locating the door handle to her car in my reluctance to leave her. As I stepped out, I felt the obvious. I knew I had an erection. But I also felt like it was safely positioned enough so as not to be too noticeable as I stood. I was wrong. I thought briefly of dropping my hand down to cover it. But then thought as how that might actually draw her attention towards it. Standing as I was, I couldn't see her face which was a slight relief. But as it was obviously time to say goodnight, I bent over leaning back towards the window. Which is when I discovered that she was looking, or had been looking anyway. Her eyes immediately shot up towards mine, and even in the darkness of the interior of the car, I could see coloration in her face. "See you tomorrow in class then Chad," she said in parting. But there had been a throaty catch in her voice as though she had swallowed wrong before speaking. "Good night Ms. Jenkins," I said, sliding into the more formal relationship between us. "See you tomorrow." And with that, I stood back following the red glow of her taillights as she slipped down the street into darkness before making a left hand turn a short block away. Only then did I screw up enough courage to look down at myself, alarm, shock and embarrassment greeting me as I glanced at the obvious spreading wet-spot which had appeared from out of nowhere on the front of my well-faded Levi jeans. I dashed into the house, grateful that my bedroom was upstairs, and the family room downstairs. The faint glow from the TV set below as I reached the banister preparing to vault myself several steps at a time towards my room. "How'd it go?" I heard my mother suddenly ask as she stepped from the kitchen catching me just before I could begin climbing the stairs. "Good!" I offered back hurriedly, glancing towards her. Mom stood with a wooden spoon in hand, her favorite baking apron on. "So, you going to tell me about it or what?" she asked curiously. "I will later...promise!" I responded. "But right now, I gotta pee really bad!" I made some effort at a grimace on my face, knowing full well the desired effect as mom blushed, turned, and headed back into the kitchen. "Well, come see me before you go to bed then," I heard her saying as she disappeared. I had my own bathroom off my bedroom, which was nice. And though it didn't have a shower or a bath, it did offer me some privacy and recluse for one of my favorite past-times, and that of course was masturbation. Although very much a virgin, and a very inexperienced one at that, I did have an active imagination even if that's all I had. I had never even seen a naked woman aside from a few photos and magazines that I had secreted away inside my bathroom, let alone ever having touched a woman. I had had only one girl friend to speak of during junior high school. But all we had ever done was kiss. And though I did have a few, though very few female friends in high school, that's all they were, that, and nothing more, certainly nothing romantic to speak of anyway. As I sat down on the toilet slowly stroking my swollen cock, the image of Karen as I now thought of her, standing in her bedroom, breasts swaying so provocatively filled my minds eye. It was an image and a memory that would serve me well over the next several weeks, as during that period I never again caught a glimpse of her in any manner that could add to or fuel my sexual fantasies. Over the course of the next few weeks, I worked hard to overcome my learning disability. As I began to work through the difficulty, my self-confidence grew. I began to feel better about myself, and my attitude began to reflect that. Even styling my hair, dressing a little differently at Ms. Jenkins suggestion, gradually improved my self-image. The day I received the first 'A' I had ever been given for a term paper was one of the biggest thrills of my entire life. More importantly, the fact I'd achieved it in a writing class under a different teacher, proved to me as well as to Ms. Jenkins that I wasn't dumb, and obviously very capable of producing exceptional work. I arrived at her last class of the day waiting anxiously for the bell to ring. It wasn't one of our scheduled evenings, but I wanted to show her the grade I had received, and thank her for having helped me achieve it. When the last student had filed out of her classroom, I slipped inside approaching her with a broad grin on my face. I noticed as I did that she had chosen to wear her hair in a ponytail today, making her appear much younger. She was also wearing a tight fitting sweater, something else I wasn't accustomed to seeing her do. But the affect of both once again stirred the desire within my Levi's, and I quickly crossed to her desk so as to hide the obvious. "Chad!" she said grinning at me as I entered. "Well, how'd you do?" She had known about the term paper of course. After all, she had worked hard preparing me without once even glancing at it, leaving me to do all the required and necessary work on my own. I held it up, passing it to her with a bright red 'A' clearly indicated on the top of the notebook I handed her. "Oh Chad, this is wonderful!" she said beaming at me. And then in the next instant, she stepped around from behind her desk, hugging me to her in a warm and affectionate embrace. Feeling the softness of her firm breasts pressing against me only made the situation I began to find myself in worse. That, and the subtle fragrance of her musky scent, spices, orange blossoms perhaps, and the clean smell of soap. Standing there with my arms wrapped around her back was intoxicating, and I found myself not wanting to let her go. Obviously she felt something too, as moments later, the too long lingering hug became awkward, both of us stepping away, suddenly shy as we each purposely turned away from one another distancing ourselves. "Say, we need to celebrate! Can you call your folks and let them know you'll be leaving with me tonight?" she asked. Too stunned to verbally answer her, and with a painfully obvious erection still pressing firmly against my jeans, I nodded my head as she handed me her cell phone to use. Minutes later, I followed her out of the room towards her car in the parking lot. Teacher's Pet We had made a running joke out of her asking me what I wanted to drink. I always answered with the word beer, and she always laughed retrieving a coke for me from the fridge. Moments after entering her apartment, she asked me the same question, and I in turn responded with the same pat answer I'd been giving her. This time however, I was surprised when she actually produced two beers handing me one. "Just don't tell anyone I gave you that," she said conspiratorially handing me the bottle. "Since we're not actually working tonight, and in celebration of your achievement, I bought a six-pack in anticipation of your getting a good grade, and as a way to surprise you," she said with a wink and a smile. I wasn't sure how to take that initially. But as she sat down across from me at the table, we soon fell into an easy comfortable conversation culminating in our polishing off another beer. "Can I use your restroom?" I asked. I realized that in all the time I'd been coming here, I had never once needed to use it. Though in the back of my mind, I am sure I had purposely refrained from needing to do so out of some unnecessary need to honor or respect her privacy. Not that I would have snooped through her medicine cabinet or anything like that, but I didn't want her wondering if I ever had either. Karen smiled pointing down the hallway. "It's kitty corner to my bedroom, next to the spare bedroom," she stated. I quickly headed down the hall, her bedroom door open. As I approached, I glanced in seeing the neatly made bed in her room. Though her closet doors were now shut, I saw a flashback to the time they had been open with her standing just inside them. Just before reaching the turn in the hallway, I heard her footsteps a short distance behind me. As I turned in search of the bathroom, I saw her a few steps behind. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm dying to get out of these work clothes," she informed me. I grinned, reaching the bathroom door. "I know what you mean," I said trying to sound as casual about it as she had. But the excitement of knowing she'd be taking off her clothes hit me full in the face. Stepping inside the bathroom, closing the door, I waited momentarily expecting to hear the sound of her bedroom door closing. It didn't. Inching the bathroom door open quietly and carefully, I saw that she had in fact closed it, but that a good inch or more remained open. With my heart beating wildly, and a catch in my throat making me dizzy as I stood there contemplating my next act, I tiptoed back out into the hallway towards her bedroom door. Upon reaching it, I was careful to ensure that I didn't accidentally bump against it while leaning closer towards the small opening to peer inside her room. At the angle where I stood, it was impossible to see her directly. But once again her vanity mirror provided me with the means to see her as she stood off to one side of the bed changing. I watched as she quickly slipped the tight fitting sweater she'd been wearing over her head. Reaching around behind her back, she quickly managed the clasp on her bra, letting it fall almost lazily down her arms as it fell away from her breasts. Closer than I had ever been, I nearly gasped with outright appreciation for how beautiful they really were. Letting the bra fall away from her arms down onto the edge of the bed, Karen casually reached up, cupping both breasts in her hands, massaging them. I am sure she wasn't doing so in an effort to stimulate herself. It was more like taking a pleasurable scratch after having something so confined, being suddenly set free and needing a good rub. But when she finished doing that which took no more than a few brief moments, I then watched as she actually placed her fingers about each one of her semi-erect nipples, actually pinching them. "Holy shit!" I thought silently to myself. That had been no subconscious movement, but a deliberate one as she actually fondled her nipples until they stood hard and inviting to my gaze. I nearly backed away from the door, time was slipping away far too quickly for me to remain inside the bathroom much longer. But as her hand traveled down her tummy to part the waistband of her skirt before slipping down between her legs, she froze me in place as the expression on her face changed to one that I had never seen on any woman's face before. I'd like to have seen and observed a lot more. A hell of a lot more! But fearful that she would soon wonder what was taking me so long, I crept back as quietly as I had arrived. I quickly flushed the toilet without peeing though the urge to do so was still upon me, and made some flourish of exiting the bathroom on my way back down the hallway towards the kitchen area. A few minutes later Karen rejoined me, now dressed in her comfortable but bulky sweatpants and shirt that I had grown accustomed to seeing her in whenever she was home. Normally we'd be hard at work sitting at her kitchen table. As it became obvious to us both that conversation had reached a lag, Karen retrieved the last two bottles of beer, then motioned for me to join her in her small but cozy living room. I accepted the beer sipping it cautiously as much more of it would again have me racing to the bathroom, which presently might be difficult for me to justify. "Want to watch a little TV or something?" she asked. "Sure," I said simply taking a solitary chair adjacent to the couch she was herself sitting on. As Karen began to flip through channels searching for something for us to watch, I noticed that periodically the remote seemed to malfunction pausing momentarily on one channel or another. "The batteries are failing," she explained as though reading my mind. "I knew I should have picked up some," she added. She continued however, where seconds later as we both sat gazing at the TV, a scene appeared of a man and woman lying in bed, naked, in a very steamy embrace. Karen fumbled with the remote, even pointing it more directly towards the TV, but there the scene remained as the couple continued their erotic coupling while we both sat there watching them. Frustrated, Karen finally stood shamefaced by her look, her expression one of embarrassment as she finally reached the TV, shutting it off. "So much for that!" she replied trying to ease us both through what had been a very awkward moment. Once again my nervousness and naiveté made an appearance. "Are you seeing anyone?" I asked too close on the heels of what we'd been sitting there watching together. As though the TV had magically turned itself back on, she glanced down towards the blank screen as though some image of the couple together had popped back on once again, causing me to ask her that particular question. "Why do you ask?" she said wondering, only then tearing her eyes away from the screen in order to face me. "Well for one, you've never mentioned having a boy friend. And two, you're too pretty not to be." My question had taken her by surprise. But to be honest, my asking it had taken me by surprise too. I'd certainly wondered, been curious about it. And now seeing her vulnerability, I'd caught her off guard. I hadn't meant to purposely make her uncomfortable, that hadn't been my intent. But in all the time we had spent together, I had never seen anything that even remotely hinted at her having any kind of relationship, nor had we ever discussed anything quite as intimate as that since the first night we had gotten together. Bolder than I had ever been, and perhaps more so than I should be, I sat there looking at her expectantly. She was blushing, "You really think I'm pretty?" she asked bewilderment clearly etched within her tone of voice. "Very," I quipped back. "Especially when you wear your hair down," I added feeling light-headed, almost giddy. Still obviously taken aback, embarrassed, she smiled as her hands automatically reached up behind her head undoing the ponytail she had been wearing. Seconds later she shook her head out, her hair falling in a near perfect frame around her face. She laughed. "It's been a long time since anyone's said I looked pretty," she said demurely. "And I'll confess to you Chad, it does feel good hearing it!" I don't remember having picked up my beer. But I had, realizing it and taking a long pull from the bottle as I continued to lock my eyes with hers. Sitting the bottle back down on the small corner table next to me, I was immediately reminded of my almost painful need to pee. "I gotta go again," I said lamely, standing up. When I did, I saw her eyes travel down towards my crotch, drawing my own down as I followed her gaze. I was hard, painfully stiff, the bulge more than noticeably pressing against my pants. Without so much as another word by either of us, I hurriedly made my way back down the hallway towards the bathroom. Needless to say, it took several moments for me to finally be able to urinate, my mind ablaze with thoughts, feelings and sensations. By the time I had flushed the toilet, washed and dried my hands, I was confident that the almost surrealistic moment we had shared together would have passed. She was waiting for me in the hallway outside the door to her room. "Chad," she said catching me by surprise. "I have a confession to make. I know you were watching me earlier from the doorway. I happened to glance up and catch movement in the hallway through my bedroom mirror." I hadn't even considered the possibility that if I could see her through the mirror, that she could have also seen me. But she had. Speechless, I merely stood there open-mouthed staring at her. She continued however without pause. "Knowing you were standing there, watching me. It excited me Chad. I know I shouldn't be admitting this to you, but it did. It's been a long, long time since I've even been as excited as I was. And I can't believe that I then did what I did..." "You mean when you..." "Yes," she admitted, her face flushed, her breath heavy as though she was having trouble breathing. "I didn't know how you'd react. One part of me was wishing, willing you to come through the door. The other...well the other was wishing you would leave, which you soon did." She was about to say more, but I never gave her the chance. In the next instant I had crossed the short distance separating us and gathered her into my arms. A millisecond later, my lips had found hers and we stood, kissing passionately, all thought of what we were doing, and who either of us were having melted in that puddle of lust we stood making together. When I felt her hand upon mine as it rested lightly on her waist, I thought for sure she was about to force it away, thus ending our kiss which for me became the most intense experience I had ever had in my entire life. I was dead wrong of course, and thankfully so. As her hand covered mine, I felt it lifting me, not moving me away from her, but upwards, until it rested even more lightly against the firmness of her cotton covered breast. Like a cat kneading some downy covering, my hands and fingers flexed, digging softly into her flesh, eliciting a soft mewling sound from her as they did. I heard more than saw the door to her bedroom opening. In the next instant, I was floating along side her as we somehow managed to move without breaking just inside the door to her room. Only then did I glance up into her face, seeing the expression of desire in her eyes that I had only fantasized and imagined in the privacy of my own bathroom. I didn't know what to tell her, what to say. I could merely stammer out my fear and lack of experience regarding women in so few words. She didn't seem surprised by that. A knowing look, a gentle touch as she led me further into her bedroom. Guiding me like an experienced dancer across the room, I felt myself gently pushed down onto the end of her bed were I collapsed unceremoniously, still staring at her as she reached down grabbing the waistband of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head in one fell swoop. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, the words sounding far away as though someone else had actually spoken them. As though in slow motion, I first saw the gentle swell of each rounded breast come magnificently into view. Time stood still as that sensual female flesh appeared in small increments until those caramel colored nipples were suddenly revealed, each capped by a taut, deliciously well rounded nipple. By the time she had finished removing her entire shirt, I felt like I had lived and died a thousand life times. Then, just like I had seen her do before, she cupped each within her hands, massaging the flesh, but unlike before, this time she did so with the intention of caressing herself, and not as though massaging out some hidden ache or pain she'd been nursing. As she crossed her arms, each hand finding a swollen nipple, she pulled them, pinching them until they were even harder, firmer than they had been if that were possible. "Oh my God Karen!" I heard myself saying in repetition. "You truly are beautiful!" Though the color had remained within her cheeks, it became quickly apparent it was no longer from shyness or embarrassment, but from pure unadulterated lust and desire. Without so much as a single breath, she pulled down the hem of her sweatpants, rolling them gracefully down her legs, revealing as she did that she had likewise removed her panties before putting them on. Revealed before me, another sight I had never before seen, a thin carefully manicured strip of fine downy soft hair reaching upwards from the apex of her sex towards the most sensual looking naval imaginable. Mesmerized, held in a hypnotic trance, once again in slow motion, I watched as her hand traveled downwards between her legs as she parted them ever so slightly, a finger disappearing from view momentarily, motion, then withdrawal as she lifted it upwards towards her face. I watched as her fingers sought out her mouth, parting her lips like a welcome lover as she tasted herself, sucking the abundance of juices she found there with a degree of ecstasy and delight that triggered a release of wanton lubrication from my straining, still confined penis. As she continued to lick whatever residue of her femininity she had found there, her other hand made the same trip downwards, until it too had sought out and found the nectar that existed between her legs. This time however, as she withdrew her hand, rather than reaching up to repeat the erotic performance I had just witnessed, she crossed over towards me, holding out that tantalizing finger. As she did, I took it as delicately as though she'd offered me some sort of fragile flower in danger of falling apart within a sudden unexpected breeze. Slipping it into my mouth, I lost myself in the fragrance of her musky smell, delighted at the sweetness that assailed my taste buds, short-circuiting them momentarily as I became intoxicated, drunk in the essence of her soul. Sitting as I was, when Karen stood next to me, her breasts hung invitingly at eye level. After savoring her sweet tasting finger, it became natural to me to reach out, cupping her perfect twin globes within my hands. I drew each of her hard nubs in turn within my mouth, paying equal homage to them, sucking, licking and causing her knees to weaken as I drove her passionately towards bliss. As excited as I was, I couldn't quit shaking however. Every nerve ending in my entire body was aflame. The fact that I was sitting here caressing and kissing the first breasts I'd ever seen, let alone touched, had overloaded my senses. When I felt Karen pull away, forcing me to relinquish that soft female flesh, I thought briefly that this magical moment had come to an end. Karen knelt on the floor before me, her eyes sweeping across my face in wild desire. As her hands began to fumble with my belt, then tugging at the zipper on my jeans, it finally registered as to what she was doing. "Lift your ass up," she whispered, instructing me. I closed my eyes. As strange as it may sound, the gentle coaxing of her voice as she helped me remove my pants reminded me a little of my mother helping me to undress when I had been a much younger child. And though the comfort of that soothed my nerves, the last thing I wanted at this particular moment was to be reminded of my mother! That concern melted like ice cream on a hot summers day however as I felt the coolness of the air within the room suddenly envelope my prick as it burst free of my jeans and shorts, both of which now entangled themselves around my ankles. The touch of Karen's hand about my swollen member sent a series of shock waves coursing up and down my spine. With my eyes still shut, now feeling as though held that way with glue, I sensed a differing feeling, unlike anything I had ever known before. "Chad. Lay back honey, relax!" she spoke hypnotically to me. I felt Karen's lips gently working the super-sensitive tip of my prick, her tongue lightly dancing along the shaft of my cock. I kept my eyes tightly closed, almost afraid that if I opened them, she would dissolve in front of me like some sort of mirage, waking to find myself in bed, alone...dreaming. But it was real. Her mouth softly devoured me in ways that I could never have imagined. Her hands gently caressed my arousal in slow gentle strokes that accompanied the teasing, tantalizing manipulations of my tightened balls as one hand cupped, caressing and kneading them. "Does it feel good honey? Do you like that?" she asked, the sound of her voice dream-like as she spoke. I could only moan, uttering unintelligible sounds and emotions as they all fought for the right to escape my lips in some effort to assure her that I was indeed enjoying the incredible onslaught of my tingling prick. I felt the smile on her face surrounding my hardness as she accepted that, drawing me inside even deeper than she had been. I felt the warmth of her throat, the gentle caress of her tongue as she all but swallowed me, felt my ball-sack tighten in anticipation of release, suddenly aware of that possibility. My eyes opening in bewilderment, near panic as I fought briefly to sit up. The sight of Karen kneeling before me, my prick disappearing in and out of her mouth as her head bobbed in lusty playfulness quickly dispelled any fear or anxiety I might have had. Seeing her, watching her, was the most erotic, joyful thing I had ever witnessed. Karen drew my orgasm from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I wasn't really aware it had begun, as my entire body was one simultaneous climax. She knew what was happening however, coaxing my balls with her hand to release the pleasure that had been building there. Her mouth lovingly sucking the head of my prick as the first glorious jettison of my ecstasy began filling it with sweet tingling sensations of pleasure that threatened to rob me of my sanity. The two things that took me by surprise more than anything else, was the intensity of my orgasm, and the fact that I was spending myself inside Karen's mouth. In all the years since I'd first learned to masturbate, I had never experienced such a pleasurable orgasm such as this. And watching as Karen's succulent lips continued to drain my seemingly continuous jettison of cum was beyond my wildest expectations. Though she didn't actually swallow my cream, as she allowed it to flow back out from the corner of her lips, the visual knowledge of what she had done for me as it poured from her mouth sliding back down the side of my shaft sent additional spasms of pleasure throughout my entire body. As the force of my climax ebbed, she continued stroking my shaft, now using the slick pearly substance of my cream to further pleasure me with. Only then did she look up into my face, smiling with the faint traces of my sperm clinging to her lips in a decadent, yet sultry display that once again took my breath away. Teacher's Pet "Oh fuck! Karen!" I finally managed. "Never in my entire life..." In that instant, she reclaimed me with her mouth, sucking me in fully and effectively claiming my soul. Karen finished removing my shoes, socks, yanking my jeans and shorts off the rest of the way. I helped by removing my own shirt as she did, watching a moment later as she crawled back onto the bed, acting almost like a cat about to pounce on some prey she had cornered. "When you've more fully recovered, I'll do that again, and make it feel even better next time!" she told me. To be frank, I was confused. She noticed, smiling almost sadly towards me. "I know you're a virgin Chad. And I have no intention of changing that! I think it's important that your first time be with someone you really care about." I was about to inform her that she pretty much fit that particular bill, but she hushed me with a finger, placing it against my lips before I could speak. "I know what you're about to say...want to say Chad. But given time, you'll know I'm right. You're feeling infatuation, lust, and desire. All those feelings. And I know that you care about me, the same way that I care about you. But its not the same way you will eventually feel towards the woman who you make love to for the first time." Frustrated, I lay in puzzlement, so much had happened so fast, and so quickly, that I had allowed my hopes to escalate as she knelt before me pleasuring my penis. Still unsure of what to expect, especially now, Karen slid her voluptuous body up and over mine. We kissed, passionately, yet tenderly. The press of her breasts against my chest already reawakening my semi-flaccid prick as our lips continued their embrace, tongues dancing. Karen lifted herself upwards, still maintaining contact with me for a moment as she did. In the next instant, she sat upon my chest looking down towards me. "As I pleasured you, I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a woman in the same way. Something that one day, your girlfriend, or your wife will more fully appreciate!" "Oral sex 101?" I asked, in some attempt at nervous humor. She did laugh however, as she began to move even more intimately towards me. "As I taught you how to read and write, I will also teach you how to lick and tease a woman's pussy." Karen positioned herself above me, still far enough away that my world suddenly changed. Above, she allowed me the wonder of seeing a woman's sex for the first time. I marveled at the patterned puffy lips that barred the way into her internal depths. I could smell the musky, heady aroma of her fragrance, drinking it all in through senses suddenly intensified as she reached back with her hand, softly stroking my rapidly hardening penis. "Take your time," she instructed me. "Look, feel and taste to your hearts content," she added. So I did. With my eyes I searched out every nuance and cranny, saw the glint of moisture as it gathered between the soft petals of her lips. I toyed with the tip of my finger, parting each, rolling them between my index finger and thumb as I explored the delicate flesh. Hearing her soft moans told me that my inexperienced explorations were still bringing her pleasure. Her hand clasped me even more firmly, a reminder that my own arousal was once again reaching fever pitch. "Pull them apart with your hands," she whispered breathlessly. "Do you see the small pink little nubbin of flesh at the top of my slit?" "Yes!" I whispered back, breathing deeply at the sweet pungent odor that assailed my nostrils. "That's my clit," she informed me. "A tiny penis if you will, super sensitive to the touch," she left off saying. I touched it. She stiffened, tensing just barely, but her hand still firmly wrapped around my dick confirmed in that instant that I had given her pleasure even if it was minor and simple at the brief contact with her femininity. "Lick...it," she gasped, finding her breathing harder to control. "Softly, very, very softly," she urged. Once again, I did as she instructed me to. Using the tip of my tongue, I lightly placed it upon the dance-floor of her clitoris, allowing the tip of my flesh to just touch ever so lightly, the tip of hers. Once again she moaned. "Yes Chad, yes. That's it. Just like that," she assured me. I continued to lick her, slowly increasing the pressure as well as the rapidity of my tongue thrusts, as she continued to instruct and teach me to do. "Now suck it...suck it like I sucked your cock!" she said in a voice filled with pure raw lust and desire. I captured that tiny morsel of flesh between my lips, drawing it in, feeling the tiny piece of flesh stretch, expand, gathered between my lips as I held on, sucking it as I had earlier sucked her sweet firm nipples. "Now lick it...lick it again. Slowly this time, softly....slowly," she continued to say teaching me in those precious few words how to please and pleasure her as only a woman could know how to do. As we continued our lesson, as I switched back and forth between licking and sucking, faster and slower, harder and softer, I had on my own, reached up with both hands, finding her breasts once again. The feel of them as they filled my hands caused an excited lurch within my prick. I felt a bubble of moisture form, bursting within the tiny eye-slit of my cock, which Karen in turn quickly discovered, using it to further caress me with. "Pinch them Chad, pinch them while you do that," she begged me. I had once again captured her clit between my lips, furiously sucking it now, her nipples equally hard as I rolled them, pinching them, almost afraid that I was hurting her in some way as I did. The pleasure pain was intense however, and she gloried in it, laughing excitedly, as she began moving herself above me, sliding the hot wet moisture of her cunt back and forth against my face. I felt her stiffen, felt a sudden emergence of even more moisture as it coated my face, still tugging, still licking, still lapping at the crevice of her femininity as it bathed me in her pleasures. She shook, racked with sudden sobs that alarmed me, making me fear for a moment that I had indeed injured or hurt her in some way. "Karen? Karen?" I asked repeatedly. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did I..." She rolled off of me, quickly smothering my face in kisses. I felt new moisture as her tears fell freely onto my face. Yet, she really wasn't crying, as the giddiness of her ecstasy soon proved. She laughed, yet wasn't laughing. Her soft giggles of pleasure accompanying each kiss upon me, my lips, nose, each eye and finally my chin. "Oh Chad...Chad, it's been so long. Too long," she amended. "I haven't felt like this in years," hugging me, caressing me, her hand so softly stroking my prick that it nearly didn't even register as she continued doing it. Karen rolled over onto her back spreading her legs, bent at the knee. "Come here," she told me. I thought for a moment she had changed her mind, the smile on my face suddenly widening as I approached her, my cock hard, stiff and joyously expectant. "No," her look telling me otherwise. Placing her hand about me, she directed my prick against the opening of her slit, allowing a brief tantalizing penetration of her nether lips. Spreading herself open with the other, her clit winked at me, the tip of my cock soon introduced, kissing it as she slowly moved it back and forth against herself. "Oh fuck...that's nice..." I moaned, enjoying the silkiness of her pussy as it caressed the head of my slippery sliding prick. Karen continued to tease herself, teasing me with both her hand as well as her cunt. Too soon I felt the second surge of desire racing up the length of my shaft. But she was expecting it, purposely creating it to happen in just that way. "Shoot it all over me," she urged desperately. "Cream my clitty Chad," she said, jerking my prick in a hard steady rhythm as I knelt between her legs, watching the first white rope of my jisim suddenly envelope her clit, bathing it in a hot sticky torrent of tormented pleasure. "That's it! That's it Chad...cum on me baby, cum on me! Shoot that fuck-juice all over my pussy baby...cover me in that delicious white cream!" In truth, I had never seen myself spurt so much. Though it seemed like an eternity, I soon lost count of the number of ejaculations that I threw against that beautifully open pussy. It was soon covered in an abundance of cream that ran in tiny rivers down inside her slit, down between both thighs, puddeling upon the sheets. Exhausted, I collapsed beside her, lying at an angle that still presented me with a surrealistic picture of her sex as it dripped with the pearly moisture of my climax. Fascinated, I lay there watching Karen as she began to tenderly caress herself, using my juices as she teased, explored, and gradually intensified the manipulations of her wet juicy quim. With her finger, she traced the outline of her proud standing clit. Dipping it repeatedly in the milky white fluid, using it to coax herself closer and closer to climax. I watched as she drew her fingers like a lovers caress down between the soft downy groove of her slit, seeking out the puddles of my nectar that had gathered there, placing bits of it upon her hard nipples, caressing, massaging, and playfully teasing herself over and over with my essence. When she came, she came slowly...long, and hard. I watched her face as it screwed up in pleasure, saw her face turn nearly purple with the joy of her release, saw her fingers driving inside herself with my juice still clinging fiercely to them until she too was spent, satiated beyond all possible relief. It was in that moment of time that I also knew that we would never again share nor experience this form of intimacy with one another again. It was as though I had pulled the pages from a workbook, unable to return them, unable to go back. As we held one another for hours, watching the room darken, covering us in a blanket of security and comfort, I held her as tightly as she held me. The reality of our relationship ending in the only way that it could. It was the last time I would call her Karen. In the weeks and months that followed, she once again became Ms. Jenkins. And though our relationship remained friendly, courteous with a profound mutual respect for one another, it never again approached the level of intimacy we had once known. Though oft times labeled or kidded as being 'teachers pet', especially in Ms. Jenkins class, as my self-confidence grew, so did my relationship with several other students. By the time graduation came, I did so with a better than average grade level, and with numerous friends that I could now count on as being just that. Sadly, I learned shortly after graduating that Ms. Jenkins would not be returning the following year, having taken a lucrative teaching job elsewhere. I made no attempt to follow where she'd gone, nor contact her in anyway. And I knew that she had wanted it that way too. Ten years passed. At twenty-eight, I had established my own business. And though I certainly wasn't a millionaire, I was financially comfortable and proud of my achievements. I had certainly dated, lost my virginity to a woman who I had cared about. Karen had certainly been right about that. It had meant something special, and always would. But I still felt like it could have been the same with her too. I remained unmarried as I searched for the perfect woman to share my life with. But though there were many I cared about, I found none that I loved nor any that loved me for anything more than my financial stability. Arriving home after a particularly busy day, I'd collected the mail, smiling inwardly as I saw a letter from my old high school. It was a notice that our ten year reunion was coming up, asking for an R.S.V.P., if I was planning on attending. I thought about it, nearly discarding the notion until I thought how it might be interesting to actually show up, and see how those who had thought me dumb or stupid might actually see me now. As I lived a fair distance away, I made reservations with the hotel who'd been specifically assigned for returning alumni, now finding myself anxiously awaiting for the date of our ten year reunion. When the night finally arrived, I found myself standing in a surprisingly crowded ballroom where many of my old friends along with their partners, greeted me in a welcome warm embrace. For those who had thought less of me, it was a minor delight to see the shocked expressions on their faces as they eventually learned of my successful business accomplishments. "Chad?" I turned at the sound of my name. Curious as to who might have recognized me as I had already seen most everyone that I had really known or cared much about. When I did, I felt my heart skip a beat, my breath suddenly swallowed as I fought to find it again. "Ms. Jenkins?" I responded in shocked wonder. "I think you can call me Karen," she responded delightedly. Her hair was much shorter now, but she looked every bit as good as she had ten years ago. If anything, she looked even better at forty-eight than most women my age did. "What are you doing here?" I asked, suddenly feeling like that same shy student I had been all those years ago. Now it was her turn to blush. "I was curious," she began. "Curious? About what?" I asked interrupting her. She laughed. That same wonderful laugh I had heard so many times before as we sat around the kitchen table studying together. "About you mainly. Wondering if you'd even be here. Wondering how things turned out for you," she finally finished saying. I looked about expectantly. "Are you here with anyone?" I asked cautiously. "No. You?" I shook my head, "Never found the right woman." She smiled, the grin on her face as bright and alive as I remembered it. The touch of her hand as it sought mine just as electrifying as the first time we'd ever kissed. "You have a room?" she asked seductively. As before, I nodded my head, words failing me. "Come on then, there's a few things I think I can still teach you," she said. "And probably, a few things you can teach me," she added giggling. As I followed her down the hallway hand in hand towards the elevators, I found myself relishing in the fact that for a while at least, I would be 'teachers pet' once again. Teacher's Pet "Professor?" Dr. Devin Blakely didn't need to turn around to know that Acacia Nelson was behind him. She was a senior psychology student in his colloquium on human deviance. Perfectly poised to make valedictorian and the department's most apt student, it was not her mind that stood out to the professor. When she had entered the university at 18, she had been a mousy, bespectacled, soft-spoken youth from a high-class New Hampshire family. As her degree advisor, the professor had watched her develop into an engaging, outspoken, and voluptuous woman. He was almost afraid to turn around. He had worked very hard over the past few months to protect the professionalism of their relationship by not staring at her body or, infinitely worse, commenting. So he continued packing his briefcase and facing safely away from her. "Miss Nelson, what can I do for you?" Or better yet, to you... "Well sir, I have to confess, I seem to have a little writer's block. About the final project, I mean." Deciding he could keep his thoughts clean while discussing psychology, he turned...and immediately regretted it. She wore a cotton off-the-shoulder sweater, so tight it clung to the tiny curves between her ribs. Her skirt clung to her wide hips and stopped about two inches below the apex of her thighs. The fuzzy boots on her feet seemed terribly incongruent with her lack of clothing. What a get-up! And in February too. Her nipples seemed to agree with this very reasonable sentiment as they puckered beneath the tan fabric of her top. They were so perfectly erect that he could almost feel them between his teeth. Saliva filled his mouth and he swallowed hard against the urge to cup one of her full breasts in his hand. "Cold?" He asked. Then he felt all the blood rush to his face as he realized what he'd said. "Pardon?" She asked, sweetly. "I mean, isn't it cold out to be wearing such a small outfit?" "I suppose it's really a matter of opinion." Perhaps it was just wishful thinking but he could swear the corner of her mouth turned up a little as she subtly passed a hand over her breast to warm (or attract attention to?) her protruding nipple. He cleared his throat and tried a new angle. Perhaps by flipping through the stack of papers on the desk before him, he could talk to her and still seem in control of his libido. "What is your topic again?" He asked. "Sexual deviance." So much for control. "And, uh, what...what did you...were you going to write about with that?" "Well, that's just the problem, Dr. Blakely. I don't really know how to go about researching this sort of thing." The professor felt a rush of blood draining into his groin. He cast a discreet glance down the front of his trousers and was not surprised to see the stiff bulge of his erection behind the zipper. "Was there a particular aspect of deviance you wanted to focus on? Perhaps incest or pedophilia?" "I was hoping to research dominance and submission." "Indeed." Dr. Blakely felt a calm begin to settle over him at the thought of tying Acacia Nelson to a table and sliding into her wet cunt. "How did you have it in mind to research this, Miss Nelson." "Call me, Acacia." She reached out, serenely and placed a hand on his now throbbing penis. "This is highly unprofessional, Miss Nelson." "Am I naughty student, professor? Do you want to spank me?" "Are you trying to get an easy A, Miss Nelson? Because you don't need to do this." "It's not my grades I'm concerned about. I want you to teach me how to be submissive." Devin's head spun with the endless possibilities of Acacia Nelson at his mercy. He had a sudden vision of her bare-assed, straining against a ball-gag as he tanned her immaculate flesh with a belt. "You don't know what you're getting into, Miss Nelson." "I said call me Acacia." Before he realized what he was doing, Devin's fingers tangled in Acacia's hair and jerked her down to her knees, pointing her face up towards his. "I'll call you whatever I want to call you, slut." A small, satisfied smile crossed Acacia's pretty face. "Yes, professor." "You think this is funny, slave?" "No, sir." He jerked the zipper on his pants down and used his free hand to release his cock from its restraints. It now stood inches from Acacia's face, thick with throbbing veins and tipped with a fine glaze of pre-cum. Acacia stared at it in abject admiration. "Open your mouth," Devin ordered. She didn't move. He smacked her across the face, just enough to startle her. "I said 'open your mouth.' And if your teeth so much as graze my dick, I'll shove it so far down your throat, you'll choke to death." Acacia's lips slowly parted a little. He shoved his thumb into her mouth and pried her jaw open then shoved his prick into her mouth. "Yeah, that's better you little whore." Devin smiled, triumphantly. After a few moments of thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, he pulled it out and rubbed the head of it all over her face. "You like the way my cock tastes?" "Yes, Dr. Blakely." He hauled her to her feet and jerked her sweater over her head, letting her breasts bob with the sudden release. He pressed one hand hard in the small of her back pushed on her throat forcing her to arch taut as a bowstring. Then he bent his head to her still-hard nipples and sucked one into his mouth. He bit a little, until she moaned in delight and then sank his teeth in hard. She screamed. He smacked her cheek again. "Quiet down, whore. I don't want anyone to hear how much you're enjoying this." He shoved her skirt up to her stomach and turned her around. Bending her over the desk, he teased her wet snatch with the tip of his dick. "You want this cock inside you?" "Yes, professor, please." "No, I don't think so. I think we should wait until the next class comes in. Would you like to get fucked with a whole lecture hall watching?" "Yes, professor." "Yeah I bet you would, dirty little cunt." He pulled back enough to see the strings of juice from her pussy drip off the end of his cock. "You're so wet. Are you enjoying this?" "Yes." "Are you a naughty student?" "Yes," she whimpered then, pushing against him slightly, waiting for him to part her. "You want to be spanked?" "No, please no!" She begged, squirming suddenly. "But you've been bad, so you have to be punished." "Oh, please, professor, I'll never do it again." He didn't wait for any further excuse before bringing his hand down hard on her ass. The resounding smack echoed off the walls of the lecture hall. Her first reaction was to scream, to cry out in pain. After a moment, though, the rhythmic cracks ran into each other and a dizzying wave of ecstasy washed over her. The juice from her cunt sprayed down onto her thighs as she came for him, for the pain. As she bubbled to the surface of reality, she heard him chuckling softly. His hand gently caressing her now tender ass. "Did you enjoy that, my sweet slut?" "Very much, professor." "Good. Now turn over." He picked her up and sat her on the desk, her legs straddling him. She reached down, trying to push his dick inside her pussy. He smacked her thigh, hard enough to leave a red handprint and she gasped. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready to, understood?" "Yes, professor." "Good." He thrust so hard into her wet cunt that she fell into him and the backs of her knees slammed into the edge of the desk. "Cause I'm ready." He drove into her then, thrusting over and over, pulling nearly out of her and then shoving his cock back into her. The wetness between her legs dripped all over the desk-top and he smiled to see the way she contorted with every stroke that jarred her womb. The sound of his legs smacking against her bare ass, the sight of her tits bouncing with his impacts, and the whimpers of pain and pleasure escaping her lips, drove him to the edge. He pulled out of her then and shoved her down onto her knees. He sprayed his hot cum into her open mouth and then shoved her chin up to close her lips. "Swallow it," he commanded. She gulped reluctantly and then collapsed against his legs. He stood her up slowly and handed her sweater to her. "Still have writer's block?" He asked as she rearranged her skirt. "No, that was just the inspiration I needed." "Excellent. Same time Thursday?" "Just like last week, professor." She smiled, coyly and pecked a kiss on his cheek before trotting up the stairs and out the door. Teacher's Pet You're kidding, right," Joe said to his best friend Dan? "I'm telling you the truth," Dan said with a laugh, "just take a look at this," as he shoved the tape into the VCR and hit the play button! Both young men stared at the screen while waiting for the first images to appear, which turned out to be part of a bedroom! "See," Dan whispered, "there's my dad, he's gettin' into bed!!!" They watched a little longer and Joe, who was now disappointed, said, "He's just reading a book, Dan, this is soooooo exciting, I don't think I can stand it!" "Just keep your shirt on," Dan yelled back, "the good part's coming up pretty soon, like right now!" Joe was about to come back with a smart ass remark, when on the screen, Dan's mother walked into view, and she was totally naked! "Holy smokes," Joe said under his breath, "your mom's got huge boobs!" "Just wait," Dan said excitedly, "and watch what my dad does!" Dan was glad that Joe did not mention the fact that his mom was a full figured woman. The sound wasn't the greatest, but you could clearly hear Ryan say to his wife, "Edna, you still have the best set of tits I've ever seen," as he grabbed a handful of her flesh as she walked past his side of the bed!" As his hands grew more insistent, she offered no resistance when he pulled her down on the bed and kissed her hard on the mouth, while letting his free hand roam over her full plump ass! Almost immediately she began tugging at his boxer shorts until she had exposed his now very erect penis to her hungry gaze! "God you still get me so hot," she panted as she dropped her head into his lap and took his smooth dick head into her mouth for a nice long suck! By now both young men were breathing a little shallowly as they watched Dan's mother sucking off his dad! She looked like she was really enjoying this, and before long her head was bobbing up and down and Ryan placed his hands on her moving head and helped her fuck his cock with her mouth. "Y-your mom's pretty hot," Joe said softly, "she can't get enough of his dick!" A few minutes later his father let out with a loud moan and seconds later Edna's mouth was being flooded with cum! As the tape continued to roll, Dan's parents locked themselves in a long passionate kiss while Ryan furiously fingered his wife's cunt. She spread her legs open wide and in full view was the hairiest and wettest pussy Joe had ever seen. Her pubic hair was long and you could see the dampness that was making the hair stick together. His fingers worked up wet sloppy sounds, bringing her to a stunning orgasm which left both Dan and Joe literally panting like dogs as they watched Dan's mother squirming into her climax! "How did you record that," Joe asked breathlessly, "it was fantastic!!!!!!" "I just put a piece of black tape over the little red record light and put it on their dresser with it aimed at their be.!" "Weren't you worried they might see it," asked Joe doubtfully, "you were taking quite a chance??" "Not really," Dan explained, "I put it there about a month ago and just left it there so they'd get used to seeing it, then yesterday after classes I went in and turned it on and just hoped for the best and that's what I got!!!" "Well," Joe replied with a little envy in his voice, "at least you found out one thing!" "What's that," Dan replied??? "That your mom's a cock hound, and whatever possessed you to record your mom and dad???" Dan wasted not time letting Joe know how he had seen his mom and dad years ago engaged in this sensual act, and could never quite get it out of his head. Watching her mouth form around his large cock has been forever in his mind. He then told Joe that he fantasized about her mouth covering his dick. Not sure how Joe would take that, he moved on to how he moved to the next level of this fantasy. Since he came back home to finish his last year in college, it seems that all he can focus on is that one fantasy. And it seemed that he was forever catching his mom around the house either partially clothed or naked. Or was it that Dan sought out opportunities when she might be naked....like when she came out of the shower or getting ready for bed. She seemed to leave doors open a lot. Joe just sat wide eyed and listened as Dan told him more of his deep desires. Dan was quick to put in that he had never acted on this before....but could no longer stand the thought that he wanted his mom to suck his dick so bad. He felt that if he could get a video of her sucking him off, he could quit with this torture to be around his mom. And so this little video was planned. He just figured he could make the vid, and then spend hours jerking off to his mom's mouth on his dad's cock, thinking it was his cock she was swallowing. Besides, he loved her full figured body. Joe could hardly contain himself now and questioned "Dude isn't that gross, the thought of touching all that skin????" Dan smiled as he described to Joe that he could only imagine the feel of her soft skin, touching her round ass, sucking her rather large breasts, the sweet aroma of her body. He even went one level further and told Joe he would love to suckle her breasts as if he were getting milk from them. Joe could take it no more and could see that Dan was really into his mom. "Hey man, whatever floats your boat", added Joe. Joe did have to admit that watching the video did make him hard and seeing Dan's mom naked did not disgust him. Perhaps Dan was okay after all. After the two of them had calmed down a bit, Joe said excitedly, "I've got an idea, why don't we use your video cam to record another person....someone I would love to see that gets me horny?" "Like who," Dan asked??? "Well, for starters," he replied, "how about Ms. Petersen, I would love to see her panties, even her round breasts, hell if I could get her to suck my dick, I would be the one in heaven. You managed to pull it off with your mom, why not her. So the plan to video tape Ms. Petersen was born. The last class of the day had just finished and the twenty four classmates of Ms. Petersen's advanced math class shuffled out of the room and headed out with their backpacks and then home. Both Joe and Dan gave each other a nod and stopped in front of Ms. Petersen's desk while they waited for the room to clear. She looked up from her paperwork and asked, "What can I do for you guys???" "Uh, Ms. Petersen," Joe said coyly, "both Dan and I are having trouble with those proofs you assigned last night, do you think you could give us a little help with them, we'd really appreciate it." Joe made sure he moved over to the side of her desk, making sure he would be able to get a good view of her breasts, and true to form, his eyes were riveted on her boobs and not on her face!!! And Dan slung his backpack forward under his arm so the concealed video cam would now record what was about to take place through the hole in the backpack. "Ahem," she stammered, "of course I can help you; show me what exactly you're having trouble with!!!" Joe moved in closer and opened her book to the page on logarithmic proofs while "accidentally" pressing his thigh against her arm!!! He babbled on for a minute or two, asking the most inane questions while leaning harder and harder against her arm, when Joe could stand it no longer because of a raging hardon....he asked Ms. Petersen if he could sit in the chair and show her what he was talking about. As they were making the switch, Joe accidentally bumped Ms. Petersen to the floor...twisting her ankle. She cried out in pain, and while holding her lower leg whimpered, "I-I think it's sprained, can you help me, Joe, it really hurts?" "Let me feel it," he said in a thick voice, "you probably did just sprain it," while feeling her calf and ankle!!! "Mmmmmmmm," Ms. Petersen said softly, "it feels so much better when you're touching it, can you go a little higher, yeah, right there, just below the knee." As Joe massaged Ms. Petersen's "sprain", Dan was busy aiming his video cam and it was all he could do to keep from breaking out in laughter at the academy award performance Joe was putting on!!! And yet at the same time eagerly waiting for what could happen next as he too was plagued with a huge hardon. As the college student worked on her leg, Ms. Petersen leaned back a little and gradually spread her legs wider and wider, until her skirt was hiked up high on her thigh, and her panty clad crotch was plainly visible to his stunned eyes!!! Dan thought Joe's eyes would pop out of his head, and to make it even tougher on him, she tightened and untightened her cunt muscles several times in rapid succession, which practically gave the young man a heart attack!!! Ms. Petersen then said in her best baby talk, "I think you're staring at my panties, shame on you!!!" "Uh, oh no," he stammered, "I was just, you know, rubbing your leg, does it feel better now," he asked huskily??? "Now, now," she replied, "You know you were staring, what color am I wearing, white, blue, or pink, you know the answer, tell me now!!!!" "I-I don't know," Joe said as his voice trailed off!! "Joe", she said in a scolding little girl voice, "you know it's wrong to lie, and you know that I'm wearing while panties with lace trim don't you???" "Well, uh, maybe I got a glimpse," he stumbled, "but it was just an accident, I didn't mean to peek!!!" "There you go, telling more fibs," She teased, "I saw you peeking you naughty young man!" By now sweat had broken out on his face as the horny Ms. Petersen did her best to drive him up the wall, and if she had looked up, both young men would have been caught with very hard erections! Ms. Petersen went straight for the kill!!! "Joe," she asked shyly, "I-I have another problem I hope you can help me with." "W-what is it," he croaked, "I-I'll do my best to do what I can." "It's just this," she replied innocently while pulling her skirt up around her waist, "when I caught you looking at my pretty panties, I couldn't help myself, but I got really wet, see, look at how damp my panties are!!!" And sure enough, there on the crotch of her panties was a wet spot. You could actually hear the gulping sound in his throat as he now openly gaped at Ms. Petersen's bulging panty clad lips!!! "You shouldn't have gotten me so wet, Joe," she whimpered, "just look at my panties, I think they're ruined!!!" "Oh, no," he stammered, "I-I'm sure that if you just launder them they'll be all right." "Do you really think so," she asked hopefully? She was really making a commotion now and Joe was afraid someone would hear them so he shushed Ms. Petersen down and said, "Don't worry, I don't think you're panties are ruined, just calm down!" "It's easy for you to say, but I know what I can do," she said brightly." Just glad to see that she was getting control of herself, he asked happily, "Good, and what would that be?" It was a lucky thing Dan was taping everything, because the look that was about to come over Joe's face was absolutely priceless! Joe waited expectantly for her answer, and out of the blue, and much to his horror, Ms. Petersen grabbed her panties with each thumb and literally jerked them right off her body, leaving her totally naked below the waist! This was going all wrong...he was suppose to be coming on to her, "Y-y-you can't do that in here," he blubbered while keeping his eyes glued to Ms. Petersen's clean shaven pussy, "w-what if somebody comes in, we could all get in real trouble!!!" Ignoring his protests, Ms. Petersen slowly and calmly shook her head from side to side and replied, "It's no use, Joe, the only thing I can do is take them off and wash them out before I go home, that's a good idea, don't you think?" As Joe's breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow, Dan kept the camera going, but he too was having difficulty with the situation. Worried someone may enter, and his erection was creating such a bulge in his pants as to be very uncomfortable. Ms. Petersen finally set the hook, "Just look at my cunt, Joe, it's all wet and open, and I'll bet your cock is really hard too, isn't it?" He was now unable to move his lips, let alone answer her question, so when she reached out and pulled his face towards her drooling cunt, he didn't offer even the hint of any resistance, he just let her guide his mouth to her open hole and began sucking her intently! With the tape machine still running, Ms. Petersen offered sweetly, "Oh, Joe, you really know how to make a woman feel so nasty, mmmmmmmm, you do that so well, make little Ms. Petersen's pussy feel so good!!!" In his years as a young man, he had fantasized about this very moment, and for once, the actual event was even better than the fantasy, and hot Ms. Petersen had a very sweet and wet pussy that was just begging to be sucked!!! After taking a few more minutes of his oral sucking, Ms. Petersen asked shyly, "Joe, c-could you please take out your cock so I can see it, I-I'd really appreciate it, pretty please?" He hated the thought of leaving her pussy, but if she wanted to see "Mr. Johnson", well, that was all right with him!!! As he unzipped his trousers Dan said to himself, "That's right, smile for the camera," as Joe's thick cock popped into view!!! "Oh, Joe," Ms. Petersen gushed, "you have such a large head and a very thick shaft, could you grab hold of your dick and stroke it for me, please, in fact, while you do yours. I'll do mine!!!!" He sat down on the chair and while staring at the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted, slowly fisted his big cock while the very desirable teacher wantonly fingered her hot clit!!! Dan could only stare at the wet panties lying on the floor, and her open wet cunt, Ms. Petersen was so turned on by his cunt lapping, and having another young man watching, she knew that orgasm was inevitable, and watching him jerking his big cock just added to her excitement!!! She stopped fingering her wet cunt and got up on her knees and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. She felt him grow in her mouth, tasted his precum, her saliva dripping all down his shaft. Joe knew he would explode any second, and then she slipped her pussy juice laden fingers into his mouth. Joe watched with amazement as Ms. Petersen's mouth slid up and down his shaft like the silky wetness of a pussy. "Joe, Ms. Petersen cooed, do I taste good?" All he could do was mumble....sucking off as much of her juices as he could get. And then she pulled her fingers out and placed them in her own mouth. After licking off all her juices, Ms. Petersen took her place back on the floor and continued working her dripping pussy. Dan was watching the cock sucking with much interest, fantasizing about his mom, her lips locked on his cock, her teeth lightly grazing his engorged head. He could not stop his need to cum and laid the backpack on the desk, still able to record all that was happening. Dan dug at his zipper to free up his swollen dick. Each seemed to be lost in their own release. Their fingers were now flying over their respective organs, hers over her wet and swollen clit, and each young man, gripping their fuck pole!!! It was like a race destined to end in a dead heat, with all of them crossing the finish line together in a mixture of spurting cum and a wildly contracting pussy!!! Of course, as soon as Joe's cum hit the floor, the magnitude of what had just happened, over took him and he hurriedly put his dick away!!! Ms. Petersen got up and picked up her moistened panties, put them back on and straightened her skirt. Dan timidly regained his senses and zipped up his pants. She told the young men she thought her ankle would be just fine. As the guys went to leave, wondering what the hell had just happened, Ms. Petersen spoke in a very calm and proper manner. "Oh yes, Dan, Joe...when you are through beating off to the tape....bring it to me...I think that performance deserves an A. Teacher's Pet Disclaimers: Mine, don't copy. There'll be love and sex, obviously. Consider this a token of apology for going MIA for so long, but real life has a way of doing that to you. Anyhow, I hope you like it and that it was at least worth the wait. Thanks for reading, and please send your comments to the address in my profile. You know how much I love them. *** It was a day like any other day; the sun was shining, the sky was blue, not a cloud in sight. Seems like the best opening for the type of story I'm about to tell, or rather, is it the worst opening? I guess I'll just let you judge for yourselves. I was on my way to campus and it indeed was a day like any other day. I was walking slowly, calmly, a serene, serious look covering my features as I looked at no one in particular. Squinting to keep the strong rays of the sun away as much as possible, I plowed my way through the throngs of people until I reached the entrance to my building. I study in a really beautiful looking building; it's new and it's surrounded by walls of glass. I just love the light that comes through, bathing everything golden, making you feel all warm and fuzzy even if you don't really feel like going into any of your classes. That morning I had two classes. Both were to be with favorite teachers. What can I say, I'm your ultimate geek -- a geek that knows how to strut her stuff, that is. I love and adore all my teachers, but there is one that I'm especially attached to. Now she is a special case. You see, our story started quite a while ago. I've known her for several years and we've developed a somewhat special relationship, for a lack of a better description. I'm starting my story much later, however, since this is a point when things started to get...well...interesting. So, like I've said, I reached the building, walked into the elevator and waited. The quiet ding of the elevator spurred me back into action as I exited and walked right, toward my class. My very first lesson for that day was to be with...you guessed it, favorite teacher number one. Yes, I was taking another class with her, to top the seven hundred others I've already taken with her over the years, and I was anxiously waiting. You're probably wondering why I was anxious. Well, you see, the problem is this: yes, I had a very special relationship with her, but then again, I never told you what special actually means. I could have meant she was treating me like I was mentally retarded, which wasn't completely far from the truth on certain occasions, and you wouldn't have been the wiser. But I'm digressing. In special, I mean that we had an understanding. I never spoke up or participated in her classes, and she left well enough alone. She would then give me a fairly good grade and we'd all be friends. But the case had to become more complicated, otherwise I wouldn't have had a story to tell. This teacher of mine, well, she's quite attractive. Well, more than attractive, to be honest. Ok, so she's fucking beautiful. She's got long blonde hair, sexy blue eyes and yes I know, I'm obsessed and I'm probably biased as all hell, but you haven't seen nothing yet. She's always treated me kindly, always seemed to have a ready smile for me, until lately. Something happened to her; perhaps a new position at work got her all stressed up, perhaps things at home weren't looking all that well, but she was no longer quite herself. She was grumpier, usually pissy and the smallest thing would set her off. She never actually yelled or did anything to that extreme, but I could sense it...we were attuned to each other. Yes, I know I sound like a crazed stalker and no, I'm not one, though I do happen to know where she lives, but that's because she told me, and I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyhow, recently, due to her change in demeanor, I was starting to dread her classes. I would feel pretty much useless, sitting there in front of her like a moron, without uttering a single syllable. She would never actually say anything to me about it, but I would always be able to feel this tension coming off her like radioactive waves. And they would sting so badly that I would be squirming the entire lesson through. You might be wondering why I didn't leave the course, or better yet, why I didn't actually say anything to appease her? The answer is fairly easy; I couldn't leave because then she would hate me for an eternity, and I simply couldn't utter a word because I would be completely paralyzed. Every single time I would wish to say something, it would sound so incredibly intelligent and astute in my own mind, but the second it passed my lips, it was the stupidest thing anyone could have ever thought to say. And I never wanted to look like an idiot in front of her. But somehow, for some inexplicable cosmic reason, I always managed to do so. I'm a fairly funny person when around friends, colleagues but around her I lose myself...I lose my sense of humor, I lose my wit, I literally lose my tongue. I'm also pretty cool around people, but when she comes by, I'm the biggest klutz in the world. It's really very difficult to get a person to like you when you keep acting that way. But then again, I do have my moments, and when they come, I lay on the charm so thick that she literally has to run to the bathroom to wash it off. What do I mean literally? Well, twice when I had a talk with her in the privacy of her office, about some paper or another, the second I finished whatever it was I had to say, she would run, not walk, to the bathroom without glancing behind. I guess I have that effect on women. I try to take it as a compliment. I do have an incredibly sexy voice, if I do say so myself, so who knows what secret powers it holds. There was another problem though that kind of complicated things further; I mean besides the fact that she was twice my age and my teacher. She was married with kids. I can almost hear the collective sigh. She was attached, to someone else, and she couldn't possibly be interested in me, a woman no less, right? Wrong. When it comes to her, I have no scruples, especially since I've personally met the hubby. How a woman so beautiful could ever marry a man so NOT is truly beyond me, but again, I'm digressing. That morning I had to present a work to the class and get comments on it. I thought I did a pretty damn good job, but apparently I was alone in that thought. She wouldn't be so harsh as to tell me I stunk in front of everyone, but she basically said that I reported the exact opposite of what I should have. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I would vote for crushed, dismantled, torn asunder as though a bullet was ripping a hole in my heart. Over the top? You bet. When the class was over, I picked up my stuff and left the classroom with a huff, not sparing her a glance. About fifteen minutes later, I was speaking with a friend in one of the offices on our floor, and guess who is knocking at the door? Yes, the evil witch of the west. That's how I felt at the moment, at least. Nonchalantly, as though she had never broken anyone's heart, she walks into the room, actually winks at me and tells me I did a wonderful job. Stunned, I said, "What?" Intelligent, aren't I? "Yes, you were great. You had really wonderful ideas." And she situates herself on the desk in front of me. Playing the fish out of water routine I know so well, I eventually manage, "Thanks." Yes, I know I'm smart, my mom told me so. After being busy fuming over the whole ordeal for the past fifteen minutes, just as easily, I let it all go and forget. Like nothing happened, I offer, "Would you like some chocolate?" Bribery can get you everywhere. She eagerly accepted. The very same moment I get knocked in the head by my friend who stares at me accusingly, "And you didn't think to offer me some?" I grin and shrug, "I was waiting for Sara to come in to offer both of you." Sara is her name, and she allows us to call her that, being doctoral students and all. Sara returns my smile while looking at my friend, "Yeah, you don't give her grades." She has the ability to be quite coy herself when she wants. That was one of our better moments. But alongside every up there must come a down, right? We've had plenty of those unfortunately because she is so darned moody all the time. I'm starting to think it may be menopause. And no, she's not 50, she's around her early 40s. Hey, I'm in my late 20s, so don't judge. I'm quite old enough, thank you very much. Now that I think back to that moment, all I wanted to do was throw my friend out of the room, step in between those sexily dangling legs and ravish her. But I knew that would be impossible. Our relationship hadn't advanced in so many years, I couldn't even call her my friend. She was simply out of reach, completely and absolutely unattainable. And I was a jackass every time she got near, who the heck could blame her? Allow me to move this story forward a bit. The lessons continued, I still couldn't participate and I could feel us drifting even further apart. One day before class, I couldn't take the state of things as they had become, so I went to her office. Knocking on her door without the slightest idea of what I would tell her, my mouth immediately clamped shut when the door was pulled open. No grand idea popping into my head, I just smiled goofily and said hi. Sara has this evil little smirk that appears on her luscious lips from time to time, but she always aims it at me. I just know it. Whenever she speaks to me or about me, she would get this tiny smirk at the corner of her lips that would make my entire body tingle. The smirk made its appearance, "Hi." Still not having the darndest idea of what I was doing there, I just stood and smiled. After a minute or so, she frowned a bit, "Nick, are you ok?" Nodding like a rag doll I replied, "Oh yes, I'm fine. And you?" Chuckling slightly, Sara said, "I'm fine as well. Was there anything in particular you wanted to ask?" "Umm..." I mumbled like an idiot, "I wanted to ask something but I just can't seem to remember what." This time a full laugh burst from her lips; even her laugh is cute. "Oooook." So I ended up walking her to the elevator heading to our classroom. Again, I should remind you that I am quite suave when it comes to people, any people, but with her something happens to me that I can't explain. Trying to be cute and coy, I tell her, "You look nice like that," pointing toward her light blue skirt and dark blue blouse. She actually looked a bit uncomfortable, but later on, I noticed that on special occasions she came wearing the exact same outfit. Coincidence? I think not. A "get together" was coming up that was to be thrown in her house. I was thrilled, to say the least. I would finally be able to see her house, her family, a different side of her. The night finally came and most of the department was there. She has a beautiful house, spacious and tastefully decorated. She was being the sweet hostess, trying to talk with everybody, making sure not to have anyone feeling left out. I was wearing my best pair of jeans and a tight black shirt that showed off my muscles pretty well. I work out, but I'm not scary looking or anything. I like to keep myself in shape, and I love the way I'm being checked out by prospective suitors, which I definitely don't lack. I'm tall, about 5'9, have short blonde hair and coal black eyes. High cheekbones, strong, angular jaw, straight nose: I'm the whole package. Anyone would want me. I'm not whining, I'm just stating a fact. And no, I'm not arrogant, I just know that lots of people want me. What can I do, it's a curse I have to live with. Nonetheless, the only person that I actually want to want me, doesn't, so it's a vicious cycle. I could feel her eyes scouring me from time to time during the party, but the problems started when I was about to leave. I walked over and touched her shoulder in a friendly manner, "Hey, thank you so much for everything. It was wonderful and you have a beautiful home." She smiled. "Thanks." Then it happened. She moved in briefly, and for a disastrous nanosecond I didn't know what to do. Should I lean forward and give her a hug, kiss her cheek, what? Or should I just stay where I was and smile my goodbye. But it was a moment too long. She backed away quickly, as if realizing her mistake, and her smile became tense. "So, I'll see you Monday." She nodded once and walked outside to have a smoke. She once told me that she only smoked occasionally, when she was pissed off. I took my clue and left. Needless to say that her attitude toward me the following week wasn't the warmest I'd ever gotten. Have I mentioned how much I hated her mood swings? After some smooth talking and cute pouts, she finally started talking to me again. She was insufferable, I didn't know what to do. I was literally obsessing about her, repeatedly thinking of her, dreaming of her, driving my friends nuts with talking about her. I was actually starting to drive myself crazy over her. Something had to be done and soon, otherwise, I might lose whatever marbles I still had. I had to confront her, one way or another, but things were going down. If I'd have to leave the country afterwards, well then that would be a bridge I'd have to cross. I really didn't want to leave the country though. I kind of liked it here...the place grew on me, having been born here and all. At this point, I was no longer thinking about her hubby and kids, because frankly, I didn't care. I saw the guy, ok? He looked liked an ass and acted like one as well. I heard things, and she told me once that he said she shouldn't eat certain things that would fatten her, and I just went nuts at that. She's thin and she looks hot as hell. He, on the other hand, could sure use a serious diet. And the kids look more like him, so they're dispensable. Okay, that was a joke. Ha Ha, you know? Her birthday was coming up and I could feel it in my bones that something big was going to happen. I was preparing a surprise for her; a large bouquet of roses, a cute little birthday note and a handmade "burned" CD with handpicked songs, of course. I thought it would be special and hoped that she would like it. I had been planning this whole shindig for more than a month and I was sure that she was sure that no one would remember. Well, I make it a point to remember. Finally the day had come and she was absent from her office. It was the perfect opportunity to leave the flowers and the card on her desk and skedaddle on out of sight. Twenty minutes later, I heard my name called. "Yeeeeeess?" I said as I stepped out of my office. "Come here for a second." With a wicked smile on my face, I locked my door and went to her office. "Yes, everything ok?" She smiled charmingly and asked, "What is this?" I scratched my forehead in thought, "Hmm...it looks like flowers to me. Why, what do YOU think it is?" She visibly bit her tongue and got up from her chair. "Cute, smartass." I finally let my smile encompass my entire face as I watched her come closer. "Happy birthday, Sara. I hope you like them." Sara moved into my personal space and slowly wrapped her arms around me. "I love them, they're beautiful. Thank you so much. This is the sweetest thing anyone's done for me." I wrapped my own arms around her waist and she felt so good in my embrace. I sighed deeply and buried my head cautiously into her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. After a strong squeeze, I whispered another "happy birthday" into her ear, feeling her shiver slightly in my arms, and pulled away. "How did you remember?" "How could I forget?" I have my moments, I believe I've agreed to that. "I wish you all the best and all that is good, just as you deserve." Sudden wetness clouded her beautiful irises. Without a word, and shocking the hell out of me, she leaned forward, a bit on her tiptoes, and planted the sweetest kiss ever on the corner of my lips. My breath caught and I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my throat. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I wasn't stupid enough to do anything to ruin the moment. Of course, a second later, when the moment was over and she moved away, I swooped in like a swarm of hungry bees in a field of flowers. I caught her by surprise, I know that now. Actually, she was too stunned to do anything but stand still as a statue. When I got my senses back, and it only happened when a knock sounded at the door, we were staring at each other with our eyes comically wide open. I quickly stepped away, allowed her to pass through in order to open the door, and fled the room the second it was open, almost knocking whoever was standing there to the floor. It wasn't over by a long shot, but it took me about two weeks to gather the courage to not avoid her in the hallways. One day she just grabbed me by the arm and literally dragged me back to her office. Locking the door, she pushed me into a chair and sat next to me. "Ok, we've had enough time to think about it. What the hell happened?" She sure could cut to the chase when she wanted. "I...ummm...I...well...you see, I..." This marvelous speech pattern filled the air for about two minutes before she interrupted me. "Look, what happened can never ever happen again, you understand?" Taking a deep breath and letting her words sink in, I finally managed an entire sentence, "But why?" Ok, so when I said 'entire sentence' I meant something that actually resembled human language. "Why?" She screeched in a voice I'd never heard before. "Because I'm married, with two children, I'm your teacher, your boss, your elder by 20 years. Do you need any more reasons?" "Yes, notably that you hated it and don't want it to happen again because you simply didn't feel anything." I decided the forward approach seemed nice and refreshing after such a long time. This time, she was the one who was speechless. I knew it, I screamed inside. I knew she felt something for me. I knew all those signs were real and I wasn't imagining things. She liked me, she liked me, I felt like jumping up and down and doing the happy dance. "I didn't hate it. You're a beautiful, sexy young woman, and I'm so flattered that you think about me that way, but I'm not like that. I'm married Nick, happily." I think it was the compassion in her eyes that almost made me break apart. I tried to swallow but my throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, all the water having risen to my eyes. Trying to keep my composure as best I could, I got up from the chair. I knew she didn't mean to hurt me, but she had. I just couldn't believe how a human heart could withstand such rollercoaster rides. One minute I felt like singing and dancing and blessing the world for being alive, and in the very next, I felt like dying, like my soul has been run over by a speeding truck, tearing it to pieces and leaving it as roadkill in the middle of the highway. I felt her hand touching mine lightly, trying to pull me back down into the chair. Apparently her soul bashing wasn't over; she probably wished to tell me that my favorite pet died as well. I pulled my hand away from hers and put on a brave smile that didn't look quite so brave with the tears glistening on my eyelashes. "That's ok. I think you got this all wrong. I just got a little carried away, I guess. If you could forget it ever happened I would really appreciate it. Now if you don't mind, I have some things to do. Bye." And with that I left. I didn't see her for at least three weeks. When I first saw her again, she looked terrible; she was pale, her face withdrawn, and she had lost some considerable weight. I bet the hubby was absolutely ecstatic. Of course I didn't fare much better. I was overworked, overtired, and over-fed up with everything. In the recesses of my heart, I kind of hoped that our "breakup" was the cause for her deteriorating look, but I couldn't help but hear her words over and over again, reverberating in my mind until I couldn't stand it. Teacher's Pet It had been two months since that fateful talk and Sara was still looking worse for wear. I, on the other hand, was looking better by the day. I'd found someone and was having the time of my life. She was the best girl; sweet, considerate, beautiful, loving and blonde. What more could you ask for? She was good to me and I was happy to show her off to anyone who was willing to make her acquaintance. It was on one of those days that I saw Sara again. I was minding my own business, getting friendly with my new girl when out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Sara was standing at the entrance of our building, staring at us intently. Self consciously, I pulled away from the kiss and shifted my gaze toward Sara, who suddenly started moving very quickly. Frowning, I watched as she nearly ran back into the building, pressing the elevator button as though the hounds of hell were gnawing at heels. A bit worried, I told my girl that I had something to do and left her standing there, confused and a bit hurt, as I later learned. Running into the building, following my teacher's steps, I found her in her office, crying. My heart broke all over again. I thought I was all over her, I thought I found what I had been looking for, but what I had been looking for was staring me in the face with a bloodshot, teary gaze. Without giving it much thought, I circled her desk and dropped to my knees in front of her chair. Laying a gentle hand on her knee, I asked, "Sara, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Visibly trying to calm herself down, she hiccupped and averted her eyes, remaining silent. "Sara, look at me. Please. Please don't cry. I'll do anything. Here, look, I'll even make funny faces, k?" I caressed her knee lightly and with my other hand tried to turn her face back towards me. Finally, she relented and turned to look me in the eye. She chuckled at my poor attempt at funny faces and shook her head. "I'm such a childish, selfish jerk for doing this. I'm sorry." She wiped her eyes with a harsh hand and sniffed. Softly, I took her hand in mine and brushed away her tears with the other. "Shh, don't apologize. Why are you crying, beautiful? Huh, what's the matter?" A sad smile appeared on her face and it broke my heart all over again. I must have some heart to have it break so many times over and have it mend right back the next day. Or, it must be the company I keep. "I'm crying because I missed something so wonderful, so perfect, something I never thought I would have, and for what? For nothing." "Honey, you're not making any sense. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened." "Right after our conversation that day so long ago, I had this huge fight with my husband." "Over me? I'm so..." She placed a fingertip on my lips to silence me. "No, not over you. Over him, over us, over everything. Then I started rethinking things and the more I thought about it, the worse I felt because I knew I had lied to you." "Wait, what?" I was confused, but my heart refused to listen to my brain, rushing in heated excitement at her words. "I was, am very attracted to you. I guess I've always had these feelings inside me, I just had to keep ignoring them since my family would surely have thrown me out. From the first moment I saw you, there was something so special about you, something that made you stand out. And then, I started acting all weird, I was having mood swings, for God's sake. I never have mood swings." We chuckled. "It was fun and exciting to "play this game" with you, but then, on that day, it got too serious, too real and I couldn't face it, nor could I face the consequences. So I suffered along in silence and I saw you suffering as well and it broke my heart to realize that I had put that sad expression on your beautiful face. But today, when I saw you with her, I just couldn't...I mean, I knew you'd found someone since I could see you were suddenly happy again, and I was happy too, for you, but the actual sight of the two of you, together...I couldn't take it, I'm sorry." I knew it would be awful of me to even consider breaking it off with my girl for the slim chance that something might happen between me and Sara, but as slim as that chance may be, it was something I had to try; I owed it to myself. We broke up soon after, I left a heartbroken girl behind, but I knew that it was for the best, for both of us. Sara was starting to cope with the idea of us being together, and we were having the greatest time. Everything had to remain a secret, obviously, but we were content in our own little world. It was after a really bad fight with her husband that she came crying to me. I had never known her to be a very touchy-feely kind of person or one who is overly romantic, but now I know that it was just circumstance that rendered her that way. She was very touchy-feely and very romantic, and I loved holding her and caressing her, and giving her everything she needed. She left her expensive home that night and drove down to my dingy apartment right off campus. I held her that night and spoke sweet nothings into her ear, relaxing her and loving her the only way I knew how. We were curled on my bed, her head lying comfortably on my shoulder, my back propped up by the headboard. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I placed soft kisses onto her sweet smelling hair. Pushing herself up with her hands, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Thank you. I don't know what else to say." I smiled gently, "You don't have to say anything. I love you, you know." I said casually, my heart constricting in fear. She tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled, "I love you too." It was that simple. With those four words, she had me, mind, body and soul. And boy, did she have me. I pulled her into a deep, languorous kiss, exploring her mouth like I was Indiana Jones and she was my ancient cave. I reveled in her moans and whimpers as I pushed her clothes off of her. I pushed her onto her back slowly and kissed my way down her straining neck. She looked so sexy in the moonlight, like a feline arching her body to get as much contact as possible. Reverently, as though I was worshipping at a temple, I trailed my fingers all over her naked skin, from throat to stomach, down to her legs. Moving back up, I insinuated myself between her already slightly spread thighs and laid myself fully on top of her. She was so soft and pliant and hot, she was scorching my body. Locking her legs behind my back, she started thrusting into me. I couldn't help the deep moan that escaped my mouth. Taking her mouth in another ferocious kiss, my hands made themselves at home on her body. Smoothly, I started a slow, sensuous grinding rhythm against each other. I could feel her wetness soaking through my own shorts. I only had had time to discard my shirt. Kissing the nape of her neck, I licked a path down to her nipples, circling the protruding flesh with the very tip of my tongue. Taking the hardened nub between my lips, I pushed my hand between her legs. As I thrust deep inside her warmth, the suction on her nipple increased and she arched into my mouth with a strangled moan. Her legs tightened around me and her nails marked a trail down my back. We were burning hot. Steam was actually rising off our bodies. My thrusting, as well as the rhythm of her hips, increased and we were soon flying freely into a colorfully blinding abyss. Taking a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart, I propped myself on my elbows and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed and her cheeks were beautifully flushed. I placed a soft kiss on her chin and she slowly opened her eyes, smiling. "Hi," I said. "Hi to you too." She bit her lip, shy all of a sudden. "You are so magnificently gorgeous that I really don't have words to describe you. Thank you." She blushed deeper. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. That was...wow...it was just so..." I smiled charmingly, "I know...for me too. It has never come close." Questions about her family, her friends, her colleagues kept running through both our heads, since we knew that once this was done, there was no going back. Things would have to settle somehow because neither of us was willing to let this go. We knew that everything will be alright in the end because we had each other and as long as we safeguarded that, it would all follow suit. Everything was perfect because this was perfect and love, as we all know, conquers all. The End Teacher's Pet Ginny sat in the last row of Mr. Arare's creative writing class at her local community college. The Mr. Arare had shown great interest in some of Ginny's work so far. Gin on the other hand had taken great interest in Mr. Arare. She had had these sexy thoughts about him since day one of the class. Even now, after 5 weeks of class, Gin was in class daydreaming about what she would love to learn from him other than how to write. In this dream, Stan, as she called him only in her dreams, was speaking in front of the class with only his pants on. His chest was glistening, and that sexy voice was speaking only to Gin. She could smell his cologne all the way back to her seat. She was beginning to get hot in the sweet spot between her legs. In this daydream, as she soon realized, Stan was speaking only to her, because there was no one else in the room. Then, he started telling her how much he wanted to live out her fantasy from the last paper she'd turned in a last week. Stan then walked back toward her desk. His pants were tight so she could see the huge bulge in his crotch area. As he got closer, Gin's wetness began to feel like a gushing river. Stan walked right up to her desk and just stood there. Gin unbuttoned his pants and used her teeth to unzip them. Gin let a loud sigh as she pulled out Stan's huge cock. It was absolutely gorgeous. She licked the head of his massive cock, and then swirled her hot tongue all around it. Then, he let out a very raspy, sexy moan. Gin opened her mouth and slowly engulfed Stan's cock in her hot, wet mouth. She marveled at how good his hard cock felt in her mouth. She was taking all 8 ½ inches of his cock down her throat. Stan was breathing heavily and holding her head to guide her mouth over his hard cock. She was taking his cock easily as her mouth slid back and forth, back and forth, over and over again. After what seem like an eternity of pleasure, Stan exploded in Gin's hot mouth. She swallowed every drop of his hot juices. She was then startled by a familiar voice, Mr. Arare's. He was handing out last weeks work and commenting on some of the papers as he did so. As he handed Gin her paper he said, Ms. Hart I would love to see you after class to discuss your paper. I found it to be especially insightful and exciting at the same time. She shook her head in agreement and started to read the comments on her paper. Mr. Arare had written that he was very excited by the way she had written what she'd like to do to him and with him. He also remarked that he had some interesting things he'd love to do to her and with her after class also. Gin was getting hot again just reading his comments. Then she thought how on earth my paper about my first day at my new job could have caused such comments. She looked back at what she had written and discovered that she'd turned in the wrong paper. This story she was reading was a story she'd written for an internet site that allowed people to share their sexy thoughts, dreams and fantasies. And even worse, the story really was about Stan. As the bell rang, Gin remained seated. Mr. Arare got up and locked the door. He pulled off his shirt and walked back to Gin's desk and told her let's see about making both our dreams come true. Just as she had done in her dream she unzipped his pants and to her surprise realized that his hard cock was very much as beautiful and sexy as she had imagined. She made use of her entire mouth and throat to engulf his massive cock. He was holding her head and slowly thrusting his hips to slide his hard cock in and out, in and out, in and out, over and over again. He exploded in her hot mouth, and she did slurp down every drop. His cock remained hard even after he came. Gin didn't imagine that a man of 45 or so would have this particular asset. She was instantly wetter. Stan took her by the hand and asked her to follow him to the front of the class. As he got close to his desk he stopped and turned around and told her that he had been attracted to her from day one of the class. And he was very happy to find out that she wanted his body as well. He kissed her passionately and started unbuttoning her dress. He slipped her dress off over her breast, abs, hips and finally her long legs. Gin let out a low, sexy sigh, and then opened her eyes which were met with Stan's smoky, sexy eyes starring back at her. Stan sat her on his desk and helped her to slip off her panties. He got on his knees and kissed her left thigh all the way up to her now hard clit. He licked her clit only once, and then kissed her right thigh back down to her knee. He then looked up at her face and asked her to lie back and enjoy. He kissed his way back up to her special spot. He was very slow and deliberate with his actions. Gin always imagined that he'd be a good lover, but now she knew for sure. Stan was fabulous with his tongue. He was mature enough to know how to make a woman feel special. His technique was to lick her clit until she was moaning loudly and then switch to sucking it lightly. Once she was again begging for him to make her cum, he would switch to something new, like sliding his talented tongue deep inside her hot, wet cunt. Then he would go back to working on her clit until she was cumming hard, and loud. She was cumming and he went down to her honey pot and started licking up all of her juices as they flowed out of her. Stan stood up and took Gin's hand. He kissed her sweetly and told her that he loved enjoying her body. He then told her that he wanted to take her out to dinner. He wanted to get to know more about her. Yes, he wanted to know what it's like to feel his cock deep inside of her, but he also wanted to get to know her, so that he'd become a better lover for her. Teacher's Pet I was a senior in high school and just turned 18 after spring break. My schedule was very light which was nice and allowed me to be an aid for my PE teacher. Mr. Barnes despite his age, late 40's I'm guessing was in incredible shape. He had a square masculine jaw and full head of sexy light brown hair. Age had definitely been kind to this man. He was trim in the waist and had nice broad shoulders and chest. He was every girls dream at our school, both faculty and students. Mr. Barnes was not married and had no kids so this allowed him to really live up the bachelor life style. He drove a convertible Mustang which seemed to always have his set of golf clubs hanging out the back seat. I tell you what a life! I became Mr. Barnes aid because my first three years I had been in his class. I was not the best athlete by any means. In fact I was down right terrible; I had no coordination or skills what so ever. I was tiny also, 5'4" tall and 110 lbs soaking wet. Most people just looked at me like some weird kid, with long hair and earrings. In fact I had other body piercing as well, but those were hidden from view. My nipples and belly had rings in them. Not the standard MO for a jock, but then again I wasn't one. What I did have was a huge desire to please Mr. Barnes, so I tried every class to be the best or do my best. He noticed this and finally in my senior year asked if I would be an aid for his class. I helped him out by keeping attendance running passes and anything else I could do. It was during this time that I really got to know him and dare I say it, fall for him. I would sit and day dream all day long about how it would feel to be in his arms or to please him in any manner possible. Now I had dated girls, which was fun, but I also lusted after Men! One other thing about me is that I have been cross dressing for years now. Stealing my sister's things or buying my own. I had built up a large collection of lingerie, shoes, skirts, dresses, wigs and make up. I looked the part too when I dress, being so small with my blonde long hair and blue eyes. I made quite the sexy girl. In fact I even had pictures of my self that I kept on a jump drive. There were all sorts of pictures from tame just standing dressed in skirts and dresses wigs and make up, to hard core with me in stockings, shoes, corsets, or bras. Others with me dressed like a slut sucking on a dildo or fucking it in my ass. I felt safe as it was always with me. Well the feeling of security became my downfall. One day in my haste to get to my next class I had left the drive in Mr. Barnes' computer as I was working on grades for him at home. I must have forgotten to take it out after transferring the files. I realized this mistake halfway through my government class. My heart began to race and I felt all the blood rush from my head. I could not concentrate on anything but. I tried to get out of class by asking to go to the rest room but that was to no avail. Mrs. Ratface as I called her was not going to budge. So there I had to sit hoping and praying that Mr. Barnes would not notice the drive and I could get it between my next classes. Finally after what seemed like fucking weeks the bell rang. My stuff already packed up I sprinted out the door down to the gym. I tore into his office and slid across the floor as my eyes burned onto the location that the jump drive was. Or should I say used to be. I stood there staring at the empty slot. "Is everything ok Evan?" I heard the voice behind me say. I could not move or even turn around, I knew it was Mr. Barnes and I knew he had my drive, with all my sexy pictures on it. Well sexy in my mind, but more than likely a freak show in his. Finally I spoke. "I um, no nothing I'm ok." Mr. Barnes walked around in front of me. "Well you have no color, are you sure you are feeling ok?" "I can write you a pass to the nurse." "I've seen you look much better" he said with a smile. Oh god he knows! "No I'm fine" I said and I turned and ran out. I went through the rest of the day not talking to anyone and to be honest I really don't remember most of it. How could I have been so stupid? What was I going to do? How could I go to class tomorrow? I didn't eat a thing at dinner and went right up to my room. My stomach was killing me and I just paced my room. I finally decided there was nothing I could do right now so maybe I could just get on my computer and chat my time away. As I logged on to Sweet Katie I had a message to add a new person. I talked with lots of CD's and guys who like them so I thought nothing of it. What the heck I thought and clicked accept. Moments later a pop up message appeared. Mustang1: "Hi Evan." "What the fuck" I said out loud. "No one knows my name on here!" Mustang1: "Evan, are you there?" I sat staring at the screen not sure what to do. Suddenly a picture of me dressed in some black buckled high heels, thigh high stockings, and tight little boy shorts, and black bra sucking on a dildo popped up. Mustang1: "This one is my fav!" Oh my god I thought its Mr. Barnes. Jesus why is he fucking with me like this. Sweet Katie: "Who is this?" Mustang1: "I think you already know the answer to that. Thanks for taking care of those grades by the way." Sweet Katie: "OMG I'm so sorry I left that, I didn't mean for anyone to see it. I'm so embarrassed." Mustang1: "Don't be, I think it is very hot. I have always fantasized about having a special girl like you. Someone to take care of my hard cock!" Mustang1: "That is if you want too? I could just turn the drive over to the Principal and let them deal with you." Sweet Katie: "NO, OMG NO!" Mustang1: "Ok good girl. Oh and I like that name by the way Katie. Call me Trent." Sweet Katie: "Ok, so what now?" Mustang1:"Ok, this is what is going to happen. You are going to tell your parents you are sleeping over at a friend's house this weekend. I want you to pack all your sexiest clothes and bring them to school. You will put them in my office. After school tomorrow you will come home with me. Wear something sexy under your clothes tomorrow to school. Remember you are my girl now and I want you to act like it. I have to go, see you tomorrow Katie." With that he logged off and I stared at the screen. My sick feeling suddenly turned to excitement. I had never been with a man before and it looked like now I was going to get my chance, and for an entire weekend. I ran down stairs and gave my parents the line about staying at friends this weekend. Then quickly back upstairs to pack. I got all my things together, make up and perfume, fake nails, and nail polish. Next the clothes packing. First I picked out my white thong, white stay up thigh highs and matching white silky bra. I would feel very sexy all day long in this. Then all sorts of outfits and lingerie, I knew I wanted to get a chance to wear my red corset this weekend so that was definitely in my bag. Also my white leather mini dress and a similar blue one. I had to include my tight short skirts and tight shirts. I also packed my bikini since I had no clue what he had planned. Next came all sorts of shoes, thigh high boots with 4 inch heels, high heeled oxfords, patent leather with buckles around the ankles. Once done I sat on my bed and made sure my toes were painted a nice bright red. "Oh crap my jewelry." I grabbed my box and put it in the bag. "There all done" I thought to myself. I climbed into bed as excited as a kid at Christmas time. My alarm rang waking me from my deep sleep. I jumped into the shower and shaved my entire body smooth, not that there was much to shave having light body hair that is blonde. I even shaved all around my little cock clean. It felt so sexy to be totally smooth. With my belly and nipple rings I looked hot! I dressed in my stockings rolling them up each leg. Next I put on my thong and finally my white little bra. I felt so excited to be dressed like this going to school. I finished dressing in my guy clothes and grabbed my bags and breakfast on the go. I jumped into my car and took off to school. When I arrived I almost sprinted to Mr. Barnes office where he was sitting at his desk. I walked in with my bags. "Can I help you Evan?" "I ah was brining my bags in" I said with a puzzled look. "Do you need to keep them here?" "Um, yes please." Is he serious I was thinking to myself? "Ok just put them over there, I'll see you next period." I put them where he said and walked out of the office very confused. He was acting like he had no idea what I was doing. I walked to first period in a blur. The whole day was like that in fact. During my aid period he did not mention anything about this weekend or anything. I was very confused as the day came to a close. "Was he just messing with me?" I walked back to the office expecting to get my bags and head home, but when I walked in they were gone! There was a note on the computer with my name on it. There was also a bag on the desk chair. I opened the bag and found one of my outfits. Inside the bag were a short Jean skirt and tight top and a pair of heels. He also put in a black choker, rings and big hoop earrings. I opened the note which read: "Katie, I'm sorry to be so cold to you today but you must understand my position and your own. You don't want anyone knowing your secret right? Well acting as I did ensures that you don't get too excited and get found out. I have left an outfit for you to put on here at school. Use the make up in the purse and get all sexy for me. I want you dressed when you arrive at my house. You can put your boy clothes in the bag but leave them in your car. I will be expecting you by 4 pm so hurry your cute little ass up. Mustang 1 P.S. I put directions to my house in your glove box" I was immediately excited and scared. How can I get out of the school without being scene? It was nearly three so I had to hurry. I went into the office bathroom and did my makeup as requested and got dressed. I did my hair in a high ponytail, put on the jewelry and after feeling comfortable with my transformation I grabbed my clothes and keys and headed out. I passed a few people in the hall but on Friday afternoon it is pretty dead inside. I made a b line for the parking lot and got in my car. Wow was that exciting being dressed in public like that. I opened the glove box and found his directions. Pulling out of the parking lot I hit the road. It was a bit of a drive to a nice neighborhood as I pulled in and found his house. Mr. Barnes Mustang was in the drive, golf clubs in the back seat. I pulled in and as I did the garage door opened, but there was no car in there or anyone inside. I pulled my car in and the door shut behind me. I turned off the car, opened the door and got out. When I did the inside door opened up. This was a little creepy I thought to myself but I went in anyway being driven by lust at this point. Inside was a beautifully decorated home. Very contemporary and very clean. Not at all what I was used to living in as my family were slobs. I called out "Hello, Trent?" There was a note on the kitchen counter with "Katie" written on it. So I opened this one and read it. "Katie, I'm glad you have arrived. Please make yourself comfortable in the living room. I have poured you a glass of wine and there is a movie on for you. I'm cleaning up in the shower and will be down in a moment Baby. Trent" I went into the living room and sure enough found that glass of wine and the movie, if you could call it that. On the huge flat screen TV as a hot young girl sucking on a very hard cock! I immediately felt a rise in my thong as I looked at the screen. I sat down on the gigantic micro suede sofa and sipped the wine. It was delicious and before I knew it I had drank the whole glass. I was feeling really good and buzzed as I continued to watch the sex before me. I was mesmerized and leaned back and began to rub my sensitive nipples. My eyes were glued on the screen as I moaned like a little slut. Just then Trent walked in. "Oh I love how my sexy girl moans." I turned and looked. He was wearing a pair of sexy silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. I thought I was excited before, but when I looked at his perfect body I knew there was no comparison. I smiled as he walked up to me and sat down next to me. "Do you like the video I picked out; do you want to do those things with a man Katie?" "Yes Trent" I said as I was nodding. "Have you ever been with a man Katie?" "No." "Well if you treat me like that dildo in those pictures you will be fine!" I could see the lust in his eyes as he talked. When he finished his sentence he leaned in putting his hand on the side of my face and pulling me to him. Our lips met and I felt a rush of pleasure hit my lips. Trent's tongue pushed its way between my lip-gloss covered lips. For the first time in my life I had a man's tongue in my mouth and it was even better than I fantasized about. Trent kept his hand along my face gently stroking my soft skin. My hands went to his chest as our passion continued. I moaned into his kiss as my hands roamed over his sexy body tracing down to his waist and finding his rock hard cock. It was sticking straight up in his bottoms and felt nice with the silk. As nice as it was I had to hold it in my hands. I pulled at his waist band and wrapped my painted fingers around it. I slowly rubbed it up and down as I felt the first bit of pre cum ooze onto my hand. Oh my god this was hot, I was getting more and more excited as the kiss continued. Our kiss finally broke as Trent pulled his lips from mine. "I want you to lick my cock baby." I smiled and said nothing; I just bent down and without hesitation pushed it past my lips. Trent leaned back as I brought myself up to a kneeling position on the couch. My back arched in a sexy porn star pose and ass high in the air. His cock was perfect size, not too big to scare me off but definitely big enough to make me want more. It had a nice mushroom head and just seemed to pulse in my mouth. I held it in one hand as I supported myself with the other. I was pretty much acting out what I had just scene on TV. I would slide my mouth all the way down until it hit the back of my throat and slowly pull my lips and mouth back off. Then I would lick all around the head and the underside before plunging back down on it. When it was all the way in my mouth I would wiggle my tongue a bit which he seemed to like a lot. All this gave me more and more confidence as he was moaning. I too was moaning like a slut in heat. My virgin mouth sucked and licked his hard cock for all it was worth. I wanted to please him like never before. I wanted him to want this over and over again and I wanted to be the "girl" to give it to him. Trent grabbed my ponytail and began to guide my head as my mouth was running up and down his shaft. I felt his cock begin to get bigger and his body tense up. Suddenly he held my head still as I felt the first bit of cum shoot into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and mixed around in my mouth. I was surprised that I liked the taste and began to swallow it. Rope after rope of cum flooded my mouth and I kept swallowing it down. Little bits escaped out of the corners of my mouth as his cock stopped its convulsions. Trent let go of my hair and fell back into the sofa. I held his cock and began to gently lick around it cleaning up any last bits of cum I may have missed. I was so turned on and wanted more. Pulling is cock from my mouth I looked up at him and licked my lips. He smiled back at me and just stared at me for a long moment. He finally broke the silence and said "I'm so glad I found that drive on my desk. I have never ever had a blow job that good in my life, and I have had lots of girlfriends, Real girls!" I couldn't help but smile knowing that I made him happy. I scooted myself up and snuggled into him. "That was so hot" I told him. "I love sucking cock!" "Well good baby, cause you are going to be sucking a lot this weekend and for a long time to come. Now why don't you get up and give me a little strip tease and show me how you look?" I stood up as he grabbed the remote and put on some sexy music. He leaned back as I stepped back and did my best impression of a stripper. It was probably really awkward looking but Trent did not let on. I slowly took off my shirt wiggling as I did to the music. Then I reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my skirt letting it fall to the floor. I stood there for the first time in my life in white thigh highs, thong and bra in front of another person and I loved it. My little cock was bent but hard in my panties. I slowly ground to the music in front of my new man. Being as sexy as I could I turned facing away from him and bent in half, before slowly pulling myself back up while rubbing my hands up my stocking covered legs. I turned and rubbed my hands over my belly ring and up to my chest and into my hair. I looked and noticed his cock was getting hard again. "Can I take care of that for you stud" I said in a breathy girl's voice. His response was to stand up and take my hand. Trent led me to the bedroom where he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He set me down and stood back up. Placing both hands on the waist band of his bottoms he removed them before climbing onto the bed. As he did he started at my feet kissing his way up my body. "You have such a beautiful body Katie. I want you in every way." With that he went back to kissing me along my legs and up my pelvis. He concentrated a bit on my hip bones which I would not have guessed would be an erogenous zone, but oh my god it was. His journey continued up kissing my belly button and playing with my belly ring before moving on. He nuzzled himself into my bar and started licking my nipples. Wow did that feel good. This man had an amazing tongue and I was feeling its benefits. He then moved onto my neck licking and sucking as he did until he found my ear. His hot breath on me he whispered every so lightly "I want to fuck you Katie." My boy clit jumped as he said this. I loved to ride my dildo and always wondered what the real thing would feel like. I was about to find out. I looked into his eyes and nodded to him that I wanted it too. Trent reached for the night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He rolled me onto my belly and pulled my thong to the side and began to massage the cool lube into my boy pussy. One by one he pushed fingers into me slowly fucking me with them. It felt so much better than any dildo ever did. I was moaning like a girl at this point and wanted the real thing now, but Trent kept things slow. He was now fucking me with four fingers and I was on my hands and knees pushing myself onto him. Satisfied he had me nice and loosened up he put some more lube on his cock and then some on my ass. He pushed my legs apart slightly and brought his hard rod up to my virgin hole. As he pushed his cock into me he held my hip with one hand and gently stoked my back with the other. The head popped into my hole and he held still a moment allowing me to get adjusted to its size. He then began to push little by little into me. Jesus this felt so fucking good and I moaned even louder to let him know. His cock was now all the way in my boy pussy and his legs pressed against mine. Trent then slowly pulled it back out till just his head was inside of me. Each time he would push in and pull out he would increase his tempo. The whole time he was fucking me I felt the tenderness of his touch as he wanted this to be as enjoyable for me as it was for him. Trent was now holding my hips as he was burying his cock deep inside me. Sliding it in and out as I was on my knees, I was now Trent's slut and I loved it. Trent's cock continuing to pound my virgin ass. I was feeling my first cock and I knew it would not be my last. I was now hooked and was a true cock whore after just one blow job and one fuck. I was moaning and calling his name as he fucked, cock sliding in and out. Occasionally he would change pace or pull his cock all the way out before plunging it back in. He slid his cock in and pulled me up off my hands and held my chest and rubbed my nipples as he ground his cock into me. Licking my neck and pulling my mouth to him to kiss. He was hot and loved his new toy. Teacher's Pet Trent then pulled his cock out and rolled me onto my back. Lying on his bed in front of him in my stockings, heels, panties and bra Trent grabbed my ankles and put my legs on his shoulders. Trent lined up his hard cock and pushed it in and resumed fucking me. This time I was on my back and taking it like his slut. My legs slid down and wrapped around his waist as he leaned in and started kissing me. My hands were around his neck as he pounded into me. I tried to rock and meet his thrusts and loved the feeling it created inside of me. Trent began to stiffen and I recognized his body language. He was about to cum. His body hunched and I felt the first throb of his cock inside of me. Trent's cum started to shoot into me filling me up. He continued to kiss me as he spilled his hot seed into my wanting hole. I moaned loud as the last convulsions subsided. He collapsed on me with all his weight. Oh how good it felt to have him on top of me with his cock still inside of me. Taking a deep breath Trent pulled his still hard cock out of me and rolled to the side. "How does it feel to be officially a slut?" "I'm officially your slut" I replied to him. I cuddled into him and we dozed off together. Teacher's Pet 1) As always a big thank you to my proof reader, without her help this would be unreadable. So thanks. 2) This is for Jazzy I hope you like it mate. 3) Thank you to Mary for her help with the ending. I have been thinking about 1979. Looking back it seemed like there was a lot going on that year. It was the year Madness released their first song 'The Prince'; Maggie came to power; Ali told us he was not going to box any more, and Russia invaded Afghanistan. It was the end of a decade, the last year of my teens and it was the year I lost my virginity. I went on a booze cruise that year with a bunch of old school friends. I was already working as a painter. I had been since I left school three years before, but I needed some extra cash so I had posted some ads for 'handyman' work. It would have been about early May when I got the call that changed my life. I was sitting down watching the 'Sweeney' when the phone rang and my Mum, who always sat near the phone, picked it up. "Tom, it is for you". When I took the receiver from my Mum a voice said, "Are you the handy man?" "Well, I can only really work part time as the ad said, is that OK?" "Yeah, I work full time myself but I have some things that need doing around the house. I am happy for them to be done over the weekend." She told me that her name was Sue and she gave me her address. ******************************** The weekend came and I was at Sue's house at 9am. I rang the door bell and waited. Boy, was I in for a bit of a shock - when the door opened standing in front of me was my old English teacher Miss Jones. She had long brunette hair, deep brown eyes, a small button nose and thin tight lips. Miss Jones had on blue jeans and loose hanging t-shirt. Her hair was held back with a floral bandanna. She would have been about 31 years old, and stood about 6' tall. I could she that she did not have a bra on underneath her t-shirt. "Er, Miss Jones, do I have the right place?" Miss Jones face broke in to a smile, "It is Tom isn't it? I have not seen you since you left school. Yes, you have the right place, you had better come in." She showed me around the place and told me what I had to do. I was mainly painting the place and fixing it up a bit as she had just bought it. We spoke for a while about what I had been up to since leaving school, how I only had a few CSEs and how I was happy with that. I told her about my job, and what my plans were for the foreseeable future. She told me to call her Sue. After a few cups of tea, she told me she had some papers to mark and would I mind starting upstairs. I went out to my car to get the things I would need. I thought I would start in the hall. When I came back in I could hear 'Cool for Cats' by Squeeze playing and saw her sitting at a desk looking over some papers. As I was working I kept seeing Sue's clothing hamper. I was also thinking about how hot she looked. I had always had a thing for her when I was at school. I had also always had a thing for women's panties, as I had always wondered what women smelt like. I had had a few girlfriends but they and I had not got anywhere beyond kissing. As I said I could see Sue's hamper, and slowly I began to formulate an idea. Thinking I was safe, as I could still hear the music coming up the stairs, I tip-toed into Sue's room and over to the hamper. I carefully lifted the lid off. Sitting right there on top I could see a pair of black silk panties. I pulled them out to get a closer look. They were string bikini briefs with a lacy floral front to them. I brought them up to my nose and had a quick sniff. My heart was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach. It was as I took the second sniff that I heard Sue saying from behind "What the hell are you doing?" I froze. "Well Tom, explain!" I turned and looked at her, "I am sorry Miss Jones. Really, I mean it. I don't know what else to say." I could see the anger on her face, "I should call the police." "No please don't." "Well then, tell me young man what you were thinking?" "Well, I have always thought you were the hottest thing on two legs. I have had a crush on you since my first lesson with you. I just wanted to know how women smelt, I really am sorry." As I said this I could see the anger lessen on her face. "OK then, put my knickers down Tom, I think we need to chat. I came up here to find out if you wanted a cup of tea, and this is what I find." I dropped the knickers on to the floor. "I tell you what I will do Tom. If you do what I say then I won't call the police OK?" "Yeah, sure." "OK first things first I think you should work for me at half price. Also, I need to see your underwear." "Er, what?" "Well, you have seen mine, it is after all only fair." I stood up, undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. As I did this Sue sat on a stool in front of her vanity mirror. I could see her running her eyes over my groin. "Well, someone seems to have something to shout about, don't they Tom?" Her words, not mine. I just stood there feeling shy, then she reached out and ran a hand over front of my Y-fronts. "You know, I have always thought you was a good looking lad. Why not show me the rest?" With that she grabbed the waist band of my underpants and yanked them down. My semi-erect cock sprang out. She took my cock in her hand and start to play with it. Sue looked up at me and said "Don't move." All I could do was look down at her. This was great! A women I had wanked over more then once had my cock in her hand and she was wanking me off. Sue looked up at me and said "I take it you like?" "Yes Miss Jones." With that she lent forward and took me in her moist mouth, I could feel her sucking. This was great as I had only ever just kissed my girlfriends before. I closed my eyes and listened to Sue slurping on my cock. After a few moments I could not hold out much longer and began to cum in her mouth. Sue let me cock flop out of her mouth. "Have you ever done anything like that before Tom?" "No Miss Jones." "Well I think you should repay the favour." With that she stood up, kicked off her slippers, undid her jeans and pulled them off. I could see that she had had on a white pair of silky briefs similar to the black pair I had dropped on the floor. She pulled them off to reveal a thick dark patch of pubic hair. I knelt down as Sue opened her legs. She had a big pair of dark brown pussy lips poking out of her pubes. I ran my tongue over her lips, letting the tip just slide into the parting. I could hear Sue's breathing getting heavier. She reached out and grabbed the back of my hair. I could feel the nub of her clit, and began to run my tongue in a circle over her clit and the top of her lips. "Yes, that is it, I am cumming!" Sue started to grind my head and tongue into her pussy. I felt her give a shudder and with that she let go of my hair. "Wow, for a first time you are good." Sue said as she stood up a pulled of her top. Her 38B breast had dark brown nipples. "I take it you like, huh?" "Yes Miss Jones." "You know, you really should call me Sue, I mean you just ate me out." She knelt down and begun to suck me off again. I could hear "Ziggy star dust and the spiders from Mars" drifting up the stairs. It was not long before I was hard again. "I think it is time we made a man of you Tom." With that she lay back on the bed. I climbed on top of the bed and let her guide me into her. I could feel the wet tightness of her pussy. I started to pump in and out of her pussy. This was amazing. Sue wrapped her arms around me and dug her nails in to my back. She ran her nails down my back as her pussy griped my cock. After about ten minutes Sue shouted that she was cumming and let go of my back. It was soon after that that I started to cum myself. I climbed off Sue and sat on the end of the bed. Sue got up and said "How about that tea, hell I will even make you a bacon sarnie?" I looked up at her and smiled. She looked back at me and said, "You're going to make some woman a very happy wife." That summer, each weekend, I would go over and fix up Sue's house, each time we has some of the best sex I have ever had. I have to admit that Summer, and what I did during it, was a great way to say good bye to my teens. A lot has happened since '79. I got married, and had kids that are now all grown up. I started a company of my own. It is painting and decorating firm, and I do pretty well for my self. The other day I got called to do a quote, when I saw the address I knew I had to do this one myself. It was Sue's old place and I had not been there in 29 years. I pulled up outside the familiar house and it felt like I was a 19 year old boy again. When I rang the bell I had butterflies. The door was answered by a tall brunette that looked just like Sue did in '79, so much so that I found myself saying "Sue!?" "No that is my Mum. she is in the living room. You had better come in." She stepped back and let me into the hallway. I made my way in to the living room and saw Sue sitting on the couch. "Wow you still look as sexy as ever Miss Jones." I said. Sue looked up and said "Hi Tom" with the same smile she had 29 years ago. The end Teacher's Pet During a wintry afternoon in London, Barry Pryor was browsing amongst the curios in one of Covent Garden's many market stalls when he heard a voice that called to him out of his past. "Hello, Mr Pryor," said the voice. "Remember me?" As Barry turned around, he certainly did recall him. It was Adrian Boulton, one of his former pupils at Rudgate Comprehensive School, where Barry taught physical education. Barry's mind immediately raced back five years to an incident involving some particularly nasty bullying. Adrian, who was then only fourteen, had been cornered behind the school sports hall and was beaten up by three yobs. Whilst two held his arms, the other punched him. "This is what we do to pooftahs," they yelled viciously. Barry had spotted them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Barry shouted. With that they let Adrian go and fled. Barry was too quick for them, however, and managed to grab one. "You cowardly scum! Three on to one. How very brave of you!" With that, he slapped the thug around the head, and told him to report to the head's office. He knew the boy as Nigel Ellis, a good-for-nothing type, and he would check later that Ellis did indeed go to the head. Barry had recognised their victim as one of his pupils, a very shy but good-looking fourteen-year old boy, who was sobbing his heart out. Barry didn't know him too well, but sensed that he found life very difficult at school and felt sympathy for him. He put his arm consolingly around Adrian's shoulder. "Are you all right?" He asked. But the boy was too upset to answer. "Come in to my office," he said kindly. "I'll give you something for those cuts and bruises." Barry had seen Adrian home since he was still badly shaken and his parents were out of the house visiting relatives. To cut a long story short, they drank coffee together and had become friendly -- too friendly -- and Barry had kissed him on the cheek before he realised what he was doing. Although Barry felt a real fondness for the boy, he also recognised he could get into serious trouble, and he was a new teacher who took his profession seriously. He didn't want to jeopardise it. Adrian was off limits; it was as simple as that. So, with a heavy heart, he backed away from any close relationship with the boy but, at the same time, kept a watchful eye over him. In fact, Barry was instrumental in getting the bullies expelled from the school. Barry knew that Adrian's effeminate manners would likely get him into difficulties and did his best to ensure the school adopted a very strict anti-bullying policy. So, as Adrian's last three years at school passed, the two were forced to admire each other from afar. Adrian had left school at seventeen, moved up north for a couple of years, but was now back in London. Incredibly, Barry was the first person he met on moving back that he knew. Barry shook himself out of his reverie. "Adrian! How nice it is to meet you again after all this time! How are you doing?" Adrian had been an attractive boy but he now looked even better. He had shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes and beautiful white teeth that were displayed when he smiled. Barry detected immediately that he had changed in an important way, but couldn't put his finger on how exactly he had changed at this point. "I'm doing just fine, Mr Pryor." Adrian could never be faulted for his lack of politeness. "Please, it's just Barry now. So what are you doing in London again? I heard you'd moved up north." "Well, it's a long story," replied Adrian "but I was thrown out by my parents because of a relationship I was having. I just needed to get away as far as possible. I'm working in a computer store. The money's not great but it keeps me going." "But that's dreadful," sympathised Barry. "And are you still with the girl?" "Actually, it was a boy," corrected Adrian, without using an apologetic tone. "And no, I'm no longer with him." Barry should have known better than to ask. He'd realised all along that Adrian was gay. Everything pointed to it: his manner, his solitary nature, the fact he didn't chase after that girls like the others and his refined taste in clothes and music. But Barry hadn't wanted to recognise or accept Adrian's inclinations. They reminded him all too uncomfortably of his own. Barry had felt attracted to handsome boys from a young age and had dampened down his desires only with the help of a ruthless regime of physical training, which included sixty or seventy miles of running per week. He had joined a local athletics club, where he was one of the star performers. Barry frequently ran through pain to avoid a greater pain that he feared might surge up inside. Now, as he looked at this sweet-faced boy of nineteen, eight years his junior, those hidden desires again stirred in him. Barry looked at Adrian now with something approaching admiration; at least he had had the courage not to deny what he was inside, even if it had cost him dearly. "Look, I was just looking around doing nothing in particular," said Barry. "Do you fancy a coffee?" "Sure, why not?" replied Adrian. "I can catch up with what's been happening at my old school." As they walked to a nearby café and chatted happily, Barry already felt a great freeness of speech. It was so refreshing that the straitjacket imposed by the hierarchical teacher-pupil relationship had been removed. He could now appreciate Adrian as an equal. There was a lot to appreciate: Adrian not only had striking looks; he was also gentle, intelligent and articulate. Barry sensed that this casual meeting would lead to something more meaningful. They sat down at a table, drank their coffee, and enjoyed each other's company so much, they decided to have another. They talked of the old days at school, laughing and joking about some of the odd teachers and pupils there. The atmosphere between them had become so warm that Adrian felt emboldened to speak of his feelings for Barry. "You know, I used to be called "teacher's pet" at school by the other kids, but I didn't care. I fancied you like mad. And that day I was bullied and you cared for me then kissed me...I hoped. But I understood why you did what you did. You did genuinely like me didn't you Barry, if you don't mind me asking?" Barry felt equally caught up in the warmth of the moment. I thought you were gorgeous, Adrian." He then added after a thoughtful pause: "As a matter of fact, I still do, but even more so." Saying this he placed his hand on Adrian's under the table. Adrian reciprocated by squeezing Barry's letting him know the extent of his longing for him. Adrian acted while the time was still propitious. "I've just had an idea. Why don't you come around to see my new flat? You can be my first visitor!" Barry's heart was still pounding from his amorous touching of Adrian, but now that his feelings were pouring out of him, he could not find the strength to suppress them again. "Yes, that would be nice," he said. "Perhaps you could make me dinner." As for Adrian, his skin was prickling all over with excitement at the thought of being alone with the man of his dreams, yet he repeatedly told himself not to expect too much; he had suffered too much disappointment and heartache in his life to build his hopes up too high. They travelled on the tube for about three stops, then walked ten minutes or so until they reached an old, but not altogether unpleasant, block of flats. Walking upstairs two floors, Adrian put the key in his lock and turned. He allowed Barry in first. Adrian shut the door behind him and just stood looking at Barry. He felt so nervous he couldn't find the right words to say. He just reached out his hand to Barry. Barry put his hands around Adrian's waist and pulled him nearer. Saying merely "Adrian, darling" he moved his lips to the young boy's, until they met in a wonderful, deep, loving kiss. To Barry, Adrian felt indescribably lovely in his arms; the boy was soft, pliant, and his lips were so succulent. They kissed again, even more passionately. Barry allowed his right hand to move down Adrian's willowy body to stroke his bottom and the back of his thighs. Adrian gently restrained him but gave him such a sweet smile that Barry knew for sure that he wasn't being rejected. "Let me put my normal clothes back on," said Adrian. "I don't really feel comfortable in these in the house. Help yourself to the wine or anything else you can find. I won't be long." Barry didn't normally drink, being a fitness fanatic, but felt he had to pour himself a large glass of wine to try to get control of his feelings. He pondered over Adrian's odd expression and wondered what he meant. However, he wasn't really surprised when Adrian emerged later in a white ladies' vest, blue denim mini-skirt and white hold-up stockings, together with a pair of black strappy high-heeled shoes. He had also tied his blonde hair in a ponytail and appeared to have applied a little make-up. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked Barry in a tone that assumed the answer was bound to be "no". He now knew he was attractive to Barry, and this gave him great confidence. Barry thought he looked irresistible. Adrian walked around in girls' clothes as if he'd been wearing them for years, which in fact he had. "Wear what you like angel," said Barry. "After all, it's your house. If it makes you happy and doesn't upset anyone, why not?" Adrian smiled by way of reply and asked, surveying his small cd collection: "What would you like on?" "Elton John would be nice." Barry had noticed "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" in the disc rack, one of his favourite albums. So, to the high-flying strains of "Funeral for a Friend" from the ghetto blaster on the floor, Adrian poured himself a glass and sat next to Barry on the sofa. The clinked glasses and smiled at one another. Barry held his free hand and they just looked at each other for a long while, luxuriating in the closeness that had already developed between them. Barry ventured his hand toward Adrian's cheek and stroked it. His skin was silky smooth and without any trace of facial hair. Adrian showed he appreciated the gesture by pressing his face against Barry's hand. Barry put down his glass of wine, took Adrian's out of his hand, and moved his face close to Adrian's. Again they kissed, but this time repeatedly and with greater ardour. Barry moved from Adrian's lips and began to kiss his neck. Adrian gasped with pleasure and whispered: "Let's go to bed, Barry". Barry allowed himself to be led to Adrian's tiny bedroom next door. Adrian stretched himself out invitingly on his bed, beckoning Barry to join him. Barry got on top of him and recommenced his kissing, not missing a single inch of Adrian's face and neck. He pulled the straps of Adrian's vest off his shoulders and lowered it. He attempted to remove Adrian's bra but couldn't manage the clasp. Adrian giggled at his Barry's poor attempts as he reached behind his back to unhook it. Barry was astonished to see two small breasts. In fact, Adrian had been taking hormones for over a year. Barry's astonishment did not last long, as his passion again took over and he sucked Adrian's erect nipples, extracting moans of pleasure from the young boy. He stopped to pull off his own shirt, trousers and shoes in a hurry. Adrian flung his arms around Barry's neck, kissing him and pressing his fragile, girlish frame against Barry's superb athletic body. Adrian hooked his thumbs around the waistband of Barry's underpants and slid them down. Barry's erect penis sprang free. Adrian started kissing Barry's washboard-flat stomach and his firm thighs, shaped to perfection by many miles of road work. "Please take me Barry! I want you so bad! Please, I want to feel you inside me!" Adrian implored. In answer, Barry unzipped Adrian's mini-skirt and pulled it down his legs. Finally, he lowered Adrian's panties, Adrian lifting up his bum to assist him. The boy was immaculately shaven, Barry noted approvingly. Not a trace of body hair remained. Clothed, he was merely gorgeous; naked he was exquisite. What is more he had a lovely round, full bottom and curvy thighs, again the result of his hormone treatment. Adrian reached out to his bedside cabinet, where he found a tube of lubricant and a condom. He placed a pillow under his bottom, spread his legs, then lubricated himself. Adrian put the condom on Barry, folded his legs back toward his chest and prepared to receive his lover. Barry was kneeling between Adrian's legs, hesitant and seemingly unsure of what to do next. His knowledge of gay sex was limited to a kissing and groping session he had had once at teacher training college after a party. But Adrian had already had two or three gay lovers and took the initiative as the more experienced of the pair. He grasped Barry's stiff member, then placed the tip against his entrance. Finally, he relaxed his sphincter muscles and guided Barry in. Barry had never felt such a delicious sensation as he did on top of this lovely boy. He pushed forward, penetrating Adrian to the maximum, and kissed him full on the mouth, this time allowing his tongue to mingle with Adrian's. He pulled out slightly, pushed forward again and repeated the action. He gradually built up a momentum. He slid in and out of the boy, his lascivious sighs and groans combining with those of Adrian, his thrusting becoming ever more vigorous and urgent. He felt as if he had to make up for the lost time of all his loveless, sexless years, where he had been forced to suppress his deepest desires. He felt as if he were about to explode, like a pressurised container left out in the heat of the sun. His thighs were now making contact with Adrian's girlish buttocks at each stroke. Barry continued to lean forward to kiss Adrian repeatedly on the mouth whilst not interrupting his thrusting. Adrian felt as if he were living in dreamland; he couldn't believe this delightful man, who had for years been the stuff of his fantasies, was now making love to him. "It really can't get any better than this," he thought, as electricity seemed to course throughout his pretty body. Finally, Barry felt the pleasure mount in his groin to crisis point. The rocking of his pelvis became almost convulsive as he approached orgasm. He grasped the boy's thighs, gave one tremendous lurch forward, and climaxed deliciously into the condom buried inside Adrian. His emotions overpowered him; he pulled out of Adrian, fell upon his neck and gave way to tears of sheer relief as he showered kisses on the boy. As if to empathise, Adrian cried too, thinking of all the bad times and bullying he had suffered and hoping this was now all behind him. Barry kissed away his tears and consoled him. As Barry and Adrian lay together naked on the bed, kissing and caressing in the afterglow, Elton John sang next door about leaving the yellow brick road and going back home to the farm. The two lovers both felt they had come back home. They put their arms around one another happily, and fell into a long, restful sleep. Teacher's Pet Rose sat in front of the computer screen sipping her third beer while rubbing her wet pussy under her panties, as the characters in the story she was reading are loudly fucking in a bus station rest room. The action in the story is hot, but what really has her pussy dripping is the anticipation of who will piss on whom, and how, as the urgency in her bladder is causing her clit to tingle. You see, this is her favorite place on the internet to read golden shower stories, and Rose is a piss whore. Or at least she "was" a piss whore in her younger days. Her mind starts to wander from the characters in the story to her first accidental introduction to wet sex. It was in her first year of college, the night she met John. They were both naive 18-year olds away from home for the first time, but when they ran into each other at the freshman mixer, there was an immediate spark between them. They stood at the punch bowl and talked the entire night, enjoying the sweet juice as they learned all about each other. John was enjoying the punch as much as the conversation, because it was obvious to him that someone had been spiking it with alcohol without the knowledge of the administration. Rose had no idea, since she had always been a "good girl", and would never consider drinking before reaching the legal age of 21. After all, this was a small, conservative teachers university in the Midwest, where a girl's reputation was as important as her grade point average. As they talked, they learned that they both from rural New York, growing up in towns that were about 20 miles from each other. They both had the same aspirations, to teach high school, although the priority for Rose was clearly her studies, but John's priorities were to fully enjoy his newfound freedom and independence. And while Rose talked and drank her punch, John drank in every curve and detail of her young frame. Rose was the typical librarian type. Nobody you would give a second look to in passing, but if you did stop for that second look, you'd be pleasantly surprised. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, and her large frame glasses hid her smooth freckled complexion. She was wearing a high-collared white blouse and a simple grey cardigan, but even under those conservative layers John could make out the curves of an ample bust that dropped to a thin waistline, then dovetailed nicely into a pair of firm breeder hips. Her knee-length wool skirt followed the shape of her long legs, and draped nicely over the mounds of her tight behind. While imagining what she looked like underneath all that wool and suppression was intoxicating to John, Rose was actually getting intoxicated by the mixture of liquor in the punch. Being the gentleman, John offered to walk her back to her dorm room, and Rose graciously accepted. The spiked punch not only melted Rose's defenses, it intensified the spark of sexual energy that she immediately felt upon meeting John, and soon they found themselves tearing off each other's clothes and falling on her dormroom bed, like a two-headed naked octopus with their arms and legs furiously exploring each other's bodies. Rose had had just a couple of sexual experiences in high school, but mostly with clumsy boys who were only interested in getting their own rocks off. John was a little more experienced, so he knew how to take his time with a woman, and knew that bringing her to orgasm first usually paid huge benfits later on. So Rose had no idea what to expect when he started kissing down her flat torso. When his lips first touched the burning flesh between her legs, she thought she had died and went to heaven. John sensed that this was a new experience for her, so he took his time kissin, licking, and probing her moist pussy with his tongue, feeling the tension in her legs and stomach melt away with each moment. The more she relaxed, the more he expanded his attention to the other pleasure centers of her being. He reached up with his right hand and started massaging her left breast, twisting and tugging at her erect nipple. An involuntary moan escaped her lips and instinctively her legs parted wider. John then moved up and started running his tongue over her fully exposed clit, this time causing Rose to gasp loudly and clamp her thighs tightly against his head. Nobody had ever touched her clit before except for the handful of times she masturbated herself, and the feeling of his hot wet tongue on her sensitive nubbin was shooting fireworks off in her brain. She felt self-conscious about the increasing amount of moisture between her legs, as it trickled out of her cunt and ran down between the crack of her ass. As Rose felt the first orgasm ever provided by a person not named Rose building up in her loins, she was also cognisant of another sensation, the urgency building in her bladder from all the punch she had enjoyed at the mixer. However, there was no way in hell she was going to ask him to stop, since it felt so good and she didn't want to kill the moment, so she directed all her concentration to letting herself cum, and figured she'd just dash off the bathroom immediately after to take care of her urgent need to pee. Well, that was her plan anyhow, until the index finger of John's left hand started moving up the slick crack of her ass, and probing her tight, young asshole. Lubricated with the copious fluids leaking from her swollen pussy, John's finger slipped into her ass up to the first knuckle and that was all she wrote for Rose. The thoughts and self-doubts were running through her mind as fast as the electrical sensations that were screaming through her pussy and ass. "How could she be naked in her dorm room with a guy she just met?" "Good girls don't fuck on the first date." "Who knew that getting your pussy licked could feel so good?" and "OH MY GOD, THERE'S A FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE??!!" The waves of orgasm took control of her body, and she grabbed John's head with her hands and just started bucking up and down off the bed. At this point she didn't care if he thought she was behaving like a cheap whore, she just knew she liked the feeling his tongue and fingers were providing and wanted to eke out every ounce of pleasure from the sensation. As she came down from her orgasmic bliss, she started thinking of how to excuse herself to run to the bathroom, as John's head was still lying on her thigh as he gently rubbed her legs and tummy. Just as she was about to speak, John leaned forward and gave her a peck of a kiss directly on her clit, which sent a charge of energy though her body, and cause a brief spurt of piss to fly out of her, hitting John directly in the face. She was mortified. She really felt a cosmic connection to John, and thought he felt it too. She was already very worried that she might have blown any chance for a long term relationship by going this far on the first date, but now she accidentally pissed on his face, and she just knew that he would never speak to her again. However, nothing in her young life could have prepared her for what he did next, and what she allowed herself to do. John just smiled up at her, wiping her urine out of his eye, and then brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. "More please" was all he said, and he bent back forward placing his open mouth directly over her cunt. She didn't know if it was the liquor, the orgasm, or her intense need to relieve herself, but in that instant, she fell in love with John and gave in to his wishes. John felt his mouth fill up with her tangy urine and couldn't believe he was actually experiencing this naughty fetish that until now, he had only read and fantasized about. He had tasted his own piss, but nothing could compare with the flavor of this first mouthful of someone else's, especially since he was pretty sure he was falling in love with Rose. He eagerly swallowed only to have her fill his mouth again. "Damn, that girl drank a lot of punch" he thought to himself, as he detected a slight hint of sweet cherry in her golden fluid. Coming back to earth, the reality of the situation came crashing in on Rose's brain, and the morals and ethics of her conservative upbringing started closing in on her. Here she was naked on her dorm room bed with a total stranger, pissing in his mouth. "Who AM I?" she thought to herself, as the suppression and guilt was too much for her, and she lept out of the bed, leaving a trail of piss all the way to her bathroom, where she slammed and locked the door, where John could hear her sobbing. It took 45 minutes for John to talk her out of the bathroom, and they stayed up through the night, talking about the incident, but mostly talking about themselves, and getting to know one another. John assured her that he did not think any less of her for what they did, but on the contrary, felt so much closer to her, since she had fulfilled one of his biggest fantasies. Around 4am they finally fell asleep in each other's arms, and it was the start of a beautiful relationship. Rose and John dated steady, and along the way, Rose really developed a taste for John's piss and they had lots of wet sex throughout their four years at the university. They married shortly after graduation, and both got jobs teaching at a small Catholic High School about an hour from Rose's home town. Fast forward seven years, to where Rose is now sitting, playing with herself in front of the computer screen. She and John are still married, and working at the same high school, but she hasn't seen a lot of him lately. While Rose is still teaching English, he has risen to an Adminstration level, and he has been fighting to save the small school from closing. Enrollment has been dwindling over the years, as the economy and religious apathy have taken their toll on the small town school. The Diocese had announced earlier in the year that they will be closing three schools, and so John had been working very hard with the Board of Directors on a presentation to make sure that their school was not one of them. John and Rose still love each other, but over the years the fun and adventurous sex had fizzled into weekly routine love making on Saturday mornings. The pressures of John's job had diminished his sex drive, and the thought of both he and Rose losing their jobs if the school closed made it even worse. It had gotten to the point where the Saturday morning sex had dried up too, and Rose felt as though she was losing him. Rose was supportive of John's situation, but also had her own needs and desires, so she would find herself frequently playing with herself on these lonely nights that John would be working late, mixing in a little pee play, reminding herself of the carefree days of their early years together. She had just realeased the first burst of piss in her white cotton panties, as the girl in the story was pissing on the face of the stranger she just fucked in the bus station bathroom. The woman in the story was leaning over to take the stanger's cock in her mouth, and Rose was preparing herself to cum along with them, rubbing her clit faster and harder beneath her now went knickers. And then she was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. "DAMMIT" she said to herself, continuing to finger her clit while letting the call roll over to the answering machine. Just as the first wave of orgasm hit her, she heard John's excited voice on the machine. "GREAT NEWS ROSE!" he shouted, almost shocking her out of the throws of her orgasm. "We just heard from our contact at the Diocese and our school is not one of the ones being closed!" The the relief of hearing this news intensified her orgasm, and she flooded herself with her piss as she continued to vibrate her fingers over her clit. "One bit of bad news though hun..." John continued, "I have to stay for a couple more hours to finish this presentation. I've sent everyone else home, and it sounds like you're already in bed, so I'll be home just as soon as I can." "Oh no you don't" Rose thought to herself, needing much more than her fingers to truly celebrate this outstanding news. She tidied up the mess she just made and decided to surprise him at his office and help him enjoy this good news in the same way that she just had. And she knew the perfect way to surprise him, as she headed to the basement. Rose remembered the out of town Halloween party they got invited to last year, at the house of an old college friend. Since they were away from home, they could indulge their naughty side, so she dressed up as a school girl, and John dressed up as a priest. She had her hair done up in pig tails, and the brightest red lipstick she could find. She wore the same large framed glasses as when they first met, and carried a large oversized plastic lollipop. Rose had borrowed one of the Catholic school uniform skirts and rounded out the outfit with a plain white button down blouse. She remembered how hot it made him as she teased and flirted with John throughout the party, staying in school girl character the whole time. Later that night, they fucked each other like rabbits that night, doing their best to be quiet since they were staying in their friend's guest room. She really wanted him to piss on her in her school girl outfit, but they couldn't risk fouling up their friend's sheets and mattress. Rose knew she still had the school uniform skirt somewhere downstairs in one of the storage trunks. When she found it she shrieked with joy as she slipped it on over her still damp panties, and was proud of herself that it still fit. Still naked from the waist up, she continued to search through the trunk until she found the grey wool knee socks, saddle shoes and even the big plastic lollipop. She collected all the items and ran upstairs, feeling her nipples ache with anticipation at the nasty and delicious plot she was hatching in her head. The skirt was already dangerously short for a woman her age, and she rolled the waistline a few times so it barely hung down below her moist and tingly crotch. She pulled on the knee socks and saddle shoes, and walked around in front of the mirror, giggling at how her white panties showed with each step she took. She pulled her hair into pig tails and overdid her makeup like a naughty school girl would. Finally, she selected the sheerest white blouse from her closet, and put it on over her bare chest, buttoning only the bottom three buttons. She admired herself in the mirror again, turning from side to side, pleased with the view. Her breasts, which were almost completely visible through the half open shirt, were still firm and pert after 7 years of marriage, and she could clearly see her dark and hard nipples through the thin material of her blouse. She grabbed a large bottle of water, the lollipop and hopped into the car, driving as quickly as possible to the school, but being careful not to speed, because it would be very hard to explain this outfit to Randy, the elderly sheriff in this conservative rural town, and one of the volunteers at their church. Thinking about how everyone in town would just die if they knew how kinky she was, she couldn't help but let out another small blast of piss, re-dampening her panties as she drove. John was busy working on the presentation, so he barely heard the faint knock on his door and the mousey voice saying "excuse me sir." When he looked up and saw Rose standing there in that outfit, his mouth hung open and his cock immediately sprang to attention. "I just got sent down to your office by my teacher for having an accident in her class" Rose continued, swaying her hips from side to side as she spoke, knowing that John could see her tits jiggling beneath her blouse and the faint yellow stains on her now sopping white panties. Remembering what a piss whore Rose developed into during college, John new exactly what she had in mind, and with his presentation nearly finished, he decided to play along. "Come in and take a seat young lady" John said in his sternest School Administrator voice, not bothering to tell her to shut the door, knowing they were the only two people in the school at this hour. Rose walked over to the wooden arm chair that sat in front of his desk, and plopped herself down on the seat, and they both heard the squishy noise as her wet ass his the chair. She sat with her knees together and her feet angled out to the sides, and nervously wiggled in the chair waiting to hear what her punishment might be. She looked around his office and saw the empty coffee pot on the shelf near the window, and a few empty water bottles on his desk, so she knew John had a lot to drink tonight as well. She was just hoping that he hadn't taken a bathroom break in awhile. He hadn't. "So you had an accident, did you?" he asked, as he slowly walked around his desk to stand in front of her. She could see the bulge in his khaki's so she knew her little game was having its desired effect on him. Even at this late hour, he looked so handsome in his crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar button undone, and tie loosened around his neck. His face was covered with a five-o'clock shadow, and his muscular frame carried only a few extra pounds from back in their college days. "I didn't mean to....honest" she pouted, "I thought I could hold it until the end of class, but then I started having nasty thoughts and before I knew it I was wetting myself in the middle of class." The kinky thought of actually wetting herself in class back when she was in her small town high school sent a surge of energy through Rose's pussy, and John saw her nipples push more urgently at the sheer covering of her blouse. "And just who were you having these nasty thoughts about?" John asked, pretending like he didn't already know the answer to this question. "You sir" was her reply, and she clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her breast toward him. "Show me", he commanded. "I couldn't" she teased, "won't that get me into more trouble?" "You're going to get what's coming to you young lady, now SHOW ME!", John again commanded, putting a little more authority into his voice. Rose drew her feet together, placing the soles of her saddle shoes on each other, which forced her legs to fall wide open, and her skirt to ride up her thighs and collect at her waist. "Is this what you want to see sir?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she spoke. "You know what I want to see." John retored, his deep blue eyes fixed on the thin damp sheet of cotton covering her pussy. He could clearly make out the curls of her pubic hair through her panties, and the folds of her sweet cunt, as she had a delicious case of camel toe. Slowly, her piss started to leak out of her and through the material of her underwear. John dropped to his knees and began sucking her piss out of her panty covered cunt. He couldn't believe that he let the stress of the job and the school closure situation get in the way of enjoying this kinky pleasure with his wife these past few years. He felt guilty, but only for a moment, because the throbbing of his cock in his pants, and the salty taste of the warm fluid filling his mouth reminded him of just how much he loved his wife. "You are a nasty piss slut, arent't you?" John said while rising to his feet. Rose was trying to figure out if he was talking to her or her school girl character, but realized that it didn't matter, since the answer was the same. She pinched off her stream, trying to save it up for later, and enjoyed the feeling of sitting in the puddle of her piss that had collected on the wooden chair. "Does that make me a bad girl, sir?" she said, as she licked her lips and started undoing his belt and pants. "Well, let's just see how bad of a girl you really are." he replied, as she had now worked his pants down to his knees and was holding his throbbing cock in her hand. She stroked his cock lightly, still seated, so his cock was at her eye level. Teacher's Pet "It looks like you've had a lot to drink" she said, looking at the empty coffee pot and water bottles. "May I have something to drink too sir?" she asked, looking up at him with her sparkly green eyes. John leaned his weight back on his desk and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his cock and the level that she had gone through, dressing up and coming down here to celebrate the good news. Rose held his cock waiting for her reward, and felt a familiar tingle in her pussy when she saw the first drops of his piss leave his dick. As his stream started to build in force, she directed it at her chest, thoroughly soaking her blouse, making it practically invisible. She gasped as his strong stream of piss bounced off her nipples like a personal shower massage, and she deeply inhaled the aroma of his golden fluid as is splashed up on and around her face. Tilting herself forward on the chair, she grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her swollen pussy and throbbing clit to the cool office air. She now directed the vibrations of his piss stream over her clit, and shook in a mild orgasm at the warm wet feeling pulsating on her love nubbin. Feeling his flow begin to ebb, she lifted his cock, letting his piss trail blaze from her cunt, up her stomach, through the valley of her breasts until it was finally splashing off her lips and chin. Rose opened her mouth and devoured his still pissing cock, locking her lips around his shaft tightly, and swallowing his hot, golden liquid as it filled her mouth. She continued to suck on his cock, even after he had finished pissing, and now was cupping his balls as her ruby red lips moved up and down his shaft. Sensing he was close, she let her hand leave his balls and travel over the sensitive skin on its way to his ass. Her fingers started snaking up the crack of his ass and circling around his clenched asshole, and John was having trouble staying on his feet. As her fingertip pierced the ring of his anus, he lost all control and started filling her mouth with his jism. She nearly choked at the first blast of his cum, realizing that he had quite a bit stored up, since they had not been having a lot of sex lately. His spunk seemed to be filling her mouth as fast as she could swallow, and she was savoring the taste of this delicacy she had been missing. She let his cock loose from her mouth, and the last few spasm of cum landed in her hair and on the skin of her now exposed breast. She rubbed her fingers in the glob on her breast, swirling it around her sensitive nipple, and then slowly licked her fingers, sucking off the mixture of his sweet cum and tangy piss. Without saying a word, John grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up out of the chair, spinning around and placing her on the desk. He grabbed the waistband of her drenched panties and yanked them down, sliding them off over her feet. He grabbed her by the ankles and slid her ass to the edge of the desk, and then gently pushed her back so she was leaning on her bent elbows. John then kicked off his pant and sat his naked ass down in the piss covered chair, leaning in to give her pissy cunt the same attention he did on the night they first met. John licked, probed and sucked her to an intense orgasm, and then pushed up on her thighs, bending her knees so they were resting back on her chest. She was laying flat on her back on his desk now, and the globes of her beautiful firm ass were proudly on display. John leaned back in, this time his mouth and lips landing on the sensitive skin of her exposed asshole. He rimmed her ass for what seemed like ever, pushing his tongue deep inside her, stretching her and making her squeal with delight. His tongue left her ass briefly, and only to say "More please," hearkening back to that night in college when they first shared the joys of wet sex. John returned to licking and sucking her ass, and then he felt the warm sensation of her piss landing on his head and running down the back of his dress shirt. He brought his face up and bathed it in the stream of her golden liquid, before clamping his mouth back on her cunt and drinking her steaming offering. Rose ran dry quickly, but it was enough to return the starch to John's erection, and he was ready to go again. He peeled her off the desk and pushed her down to the floor, where she was kneeling in the puddle of their combined piss next to the chair on all fours. Still in her knee socks and saddle shoes, John flipped up the material of her micro-mini skirt, and reveled at the sight of her sweet white ass cheeks and swollen cunt lips that hung below them. He knelt behind her and buried his hard cock deep within her moist pussy with one authoritative thrust. Rocking his hips, he leaned forward and grabbed her pendulous breasts in each hand as they hung free of her open blouse. Pulling and pinching her nipples, he continued to fuck her until he felt the urgency returning to his bladder. Rose moaned with disappointment as she felt his cock leave her cunt, but then squealed with delight as she felt the blast of his hot piss hit her directly on the asshole. John moved the head of his cock as close to her asshole as possible, without touching it, so the force of his stream was now shooting his piss right up her ass. "Drench me John" Rose begged, "Cover me with your hot and nasty piss" John obliged, moving his spray across her ass cheeks and down to her pussy. "Piss on me...Make me your slut...Fuck your piss whore....FUCK ME NOW!" Rose commanded, no longer playing the part of the sweet and innocent school girl. Knowing he was about done, John moved back to pissing directly on her asshole, and then thrust forward slowly, nudging the head of his cock into her piss-covered ass. "OH God that feels good!" Rose exclaimed, and pushed her hips back at him to take more of him into her tight anal tube. John again pushed his hips forward, and soon Rose could feel the tickle of his damp pubic hair on the cheeks of her ass, knowing the full length of his cock was within her. She started bucking back and forth on him, acclimating her tight sphincter to the girth of his cock, and soon they had built to a steady pace. Rose reached back and was rubbing her clit as John continued to slam into her ass, the sounds of his balls slapping off her wet ass cheeks echoing through the halls of the empty school. John felt her ass twitch around his cock, and then heard Rose scream out with her umpteenth orgasm of the evening. This trigger his own climax, and he filled her bowels with the last bit of his cum. They both collapsed in a heap on the floor, looking into each others eyes and holding each other close. "Isn't it great that we saved the school?" John said, breaking the post-orgasmic silence. Rose just smiled, knowing that on this night, it was their marriage that was actually saved. ********************************* if you read this far, please vote if you liked it, please comment too as always, pray for rain! -- peebudy ********************************* Teacher's Pet This is the story of Lia, an 18 year old student, and her teacher, Mr. Ryan. Enjoy! * Lia sat staring blankly at the paper in her hand. She slowly shook her head, her soft blonde hair brushing her bare shoulders. She couldn't believe it, a C on her test! She studied so hard, spent so much time agonizing over this test and she got a C! She really needed this grade to pass and to pass the class she had to get at least a B on this test, no exceptions. She did the math and if she didn't get the B she would fail this class. And if she didn't pass this class she would have to be held back. That meant no college next year, staying in the 12th grade, being grounded forever. She closed her green eyes and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and think. Mr. Ryan would let her have some extra work...hopefully. Mr. Ryan wasn't the type of teacher that liked to hand out favors. You had to earn your grades he always said. Hoping against hope Lia lingered after the final bell rang. She stayed in her hard plastic seat, head down, hair blocking her face from everyone. She kept taking deep breathing, running through what she would say in her head. She wasn't paying attention to any of her friends as they passed by her. Tears burned her eyes as her brain frantically thought of a way out of her trouble. All her classmates continued to rush the door while she sat still in her desk, staring at the paper in her grip. She finally looked up after a few minutes when it was finally quiet and saw Mr. Ryan looking at her expectantly. "Lia? Do you have a question?" Mr. Ryan raised a dark brow, staring at her still figure. Lia cleared her throat nervously, licked her pink lips quickly and answered, "Yes. Mr. Ryan...um." She lunged out of her seat awkwardly to stand in front of her desk, the paper crunched up in her hand. She wiped her other damp hand on her short jean skirt, trying to calm herself down. She played with the fringe that had slowly come undone and hung from her skirt. Mr. Ryan's eyes followed her hand and watched. She took a deep breathe, having no idea that the movement pushed her tits up to strain against her tight shirt and made his eyes move up. "There's no easy way to really say this but - could I have extra credit?" She rushed out the last part, taking another small step forward. Her breath came out faster. "I need to pass this class and I needed a B on this test to pass. I've been trying real hard but the grades just haven't been high enough." She kept her eyes down after finishing, dreading his answer. "I don't give out extra credit, Lia." Mr. Ryan's deep voice responded. "I'm sorry but I told everyone that at the beginning of the school year. You have to earn the grades through hard work." Mr Ryan sighed and walked around his desk to lean on the wooden top, crossing his ankles and staring back at her. His eyes slowly ran down her tight body, admiring the view as he always had. His eyes focused on her fingers still pulling at the denim strings hanging from her skirt. "Stop touching that." He commanded. She immediately obeyed him and he smiled. "Please! My life will be so messed up if I don't pass!" She brought her head up and moved another step in panic. "I have a scholarship to college! I have parties and vacations planned. My mom put together a graduation party that will crush her if I fail! Just something to get me a C average. Anything!" Lia was begging now. Her green eyes wide and pleading. "Lia..." Mr. Ryan paused. He took a breath and continued to watch her. He debated his options. Trying to see how serious she was about this. Her eyes were begging, her small body tense with nerves and fear, and her tongue kept running along her bottom lip in agitation. He made a decision and stated, "I can't give you extra credit." Her shoulders dropped in defeat. Seeing this he decided she would go for it and added, "But I can change your grade." Lia gasped and stepped even closer, right in front of him. He unfolded his arms and stood up straight, noticing how he towered over her. Her beautiful eyes were on his and she said, "Oh! Oh please yes. I'll do anything! I'll take another test, write another paper!" Mr. Ryan looked down at the floor and then glanced back up and said, "No, not that. I gave you plenty of time to write papers and take tests. This is something for me." He reached out and touched her long blond hair, loving how very soft it felt. "I don't understand..." Lia's voice trailed off and she looked at him, her perfect brows scrunched together. Mr. Ryan was still stroking her soft hair and she shivered at his unfamiliar touch. "You need to earn the grade from me, Lia. No more tests or papers. You've had time to study, time to get a tutor, time to help yourself, but you chose not to. You will now allow me whatever pleasures I want to have from you...and your tight body." Lia's eyes widened. She suddenly understood. He wanted her to give him head in order to get the grade she needed. She looked up at him. He was a handsome man, in his late thirties and big. He was at least 6'3, a foot taller then herself and muscular from training with the football team he coached. She cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Ryan..." "No other way." He interrupted, his other hand came up and ran along the V of her shirt, getting closer to her cleavage. "If you don't earn the grade this way, my way, you'll be held back and I'll see you next year. All your friends will be gone. Everyone will know you couldn't make the grade." With that his hand traced the lowest part of her top. He stopped himself from pushing her top down and revealing her tits. He shifted, his cock hard thinking about her body and the things he knew she was so close to agreeing to. He remembered how easily she obeyed and his cock hardened further. Lia knew her options, she had gone through them all over the last couple weeks, she had no real choice unless she wanted to ruin her life and stay back. She shivered as she said the words. She raised her head and looked him in the eye saying, "Alright, I will." "Good." He smiled and dropped his hand reluctantly, but he knew that he couldn't keep her here. "You will come with me then." He grabbed his keys, jacket, and bag and motioned her forward. Lia bit her lip and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Ryan? Where are we going?" He looked back at her. "To my house." "Wh-what!" Lia eyes widened as she saw he was serious. "I can't go home with you!" He looked at her hard, his eyes growing cold at her disobedience. "You don't have to. It's your choice, Lia. It's your grade, your life, your future. You decide. But if you want that grade you leave with me now. Decide. I'm leaving." He turned back toward her as she thought. "One minute." Lia frantically looked around, trying to decide what to do. "Thirty seconds, Lia." He looked at his watch. "Ok! I'll go with you." She let out a breathe and looked at the ground, unsure. "Good. I thought that's what you would say. Get your stuff and follow me. Oh, one thing. If you disobey me again you will be punished." He didn't look back as he walked away, but he knew she was obeying him. He went out to his car and opened the door for her. He shut it behind her, growing harder by the minute thinking of what was to come. When he got in the driver's seat he looked over and saw her gazing at the floor. His eyes ran over her body and he inwardly groaned at the sight of her long tanned legs and toned thighs. Soon those legs would be spread wide and he would be pounding into her tight pussy. Her skirt had ridden up and the seat belt was resting between her full tits. He started the car and sped away. They had been driving for ten minutes before she spoke. "Where are you taking me?" She whispered, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. He watched as the movement pushed her skirt up further. He reached over and placed his hand on her soft thigh. He groaned out loud at the feel. He hand tightened and slid up and down. He heard her breathing change and glanced over. Her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. "Stop doing that." He said. Surprised her green eyes met his. "Stop what?" "Licking those lips." "What? Why?" She was still staring at him, surprised by his demand. "If you don't, I'm going to have to pull over and fuck your mouth right on the side of the road. Is that what you want?" His hand squeezed her thigh. Her beautiful eyes glazed over at his response. "No" "No, sir." He commanded, his hand sliding up under her skirt. "What?" She whispered, shifting under his moving hand. "No, sir. Call me sir." His voice was soft but the demand clear. "Oh. Yes...sir." She responded right away. "Good girl. I think I'll reward you." He smiled and slid his fingers up and into her panties. He groaned when he found that they were already damp. She moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her wet pussy lips. "Open those thighs further, baby. Let me feel that pussy." She obeyed right away, letting her thighs fall open. Her skirt was all the way around her hips now. Her lacy panties pushed to the side and her pussy lips exposed. His fingers immediately pushed in and she moaned, her head falling back. He grinned, amazed at how submissive she was. He continued to rub and finger fuck her. "Don't come, baby. If you do I'll have to punish you." He continued to rub her, bringing her to the edge multiple times. She was lost in the feeling, not caring about the other cars speeding by. Mr. Ryan glanced up and saw a trucker keeping speed with them as he watched Lia get finger fucked. He looked back down and decided he was going to make her come. "Baby, bring your hand up and rub those nipples" She was lost in the feeling and didn't hear him so he barked his order again. She obeyed, bringing her hands up. "Push that top down. Now." He watched as without hesitation she pushed her top and bra down, exposing her perfect tits. Mr. Ryan glanced up and saw the trucker grin. "That's it, baby, rub those nipples." Her breathing picked up and suddenly she tightened her pussy around him and came. He continued to rub her and she cried out. Finally he pulled his fingers out of her wet cunt. She looked at him embarrassed, but he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. "Did that feel good, baby?" He whispered to her. "Yes...sir." She blushed, smoothing her skirt down and pulling her top up. He stopped her and pushed her skirt up until just below her panties. "Keep it. Also..." he reached up and pushed her tank back down under her tits, so her lace bra was exposed. Her blush deepened but she left it. Just then he made the turn and they pulled into his driveway. He heard the truck blast its horn in thanks. "Stay there." He got out of the car and walked around and opened her door. He helped her out. But instead of walking up to the front door, he grabbed her arm and pushed her roughly against the car warm hood. "Stay there. I didn't forget that I told you not to come. I have to punish you now." He looked at her body, bent over the hood and he grinned. She was staying there, shivering with fright and need, her black panties just barely visible. This was going to be a fun night, he thought. Teacher's Pet? Classes started in the fall like any other year. I had been teaching since I graduated from college at the same school for the past 10 years. I didn't anticipate that this year would be any different. I was actually beginning to feel like I was finally hitting my stride. I knew my lessons, and I knew what worked for my students, and what the hard topics were. When the final class of the first day rolled around, the excitement of the first day of school was beginning to wear on me. Like every year, summer break was a great respite, but as a teacher, I also got out of shape. People often don't realize that standing in front of groups of kids all day, talking and writing on the board, answering questions, and in general being in charge of a group of sometimes unruly kids can be exhausting if you are not in shape for it. This year started like no other, and I knew that in a week, I'd be back in the swing of things. My last class was a senior only class. It was really a poorly devised last chance class for seniors who had struggled in in their first three years of high school math. All the kids who needed just one more year of math with a passing grade to graduate ended up in what everyone called "Math for dummies". Not only did the moniker bother me, but having it at the end of the day, all year long, was a terrible time of day to try and teach kids who really didn't like math. But, this year, it was my turn. All the math teachers rotated through this course, and I had enjoyed my 3 year hiatus from it, and it was time to do my duty. As the kids strolled in, it was clear they all knew the drill. None looked at that pleased with being there, but they also knew that somehow together we were going to have to survive this or some of them would not be in the graduation procession come June. As I was calling roll, reacquainting myself with the kids, one name came up that I didn't recognize. While I hadn't taught all of the kids in their earlier years, you pretty much know every kids on campus after three years. "Mortisha Hanson? Miss Hanson?" I asked, looking around the room. "Miss-" "-tress," a voice cut in. A few kids laughed at the joke. I found the source of the voice. She was hiding in the back of the room. She had long black hair, and wore a rather skimpy halter top. Her eyes pierced me as if she were staring through me. "What?" I answered, both a bit startled by her piercing eyes as much as what I thought she or we had said. "Tish, you may call me Tish," she said in a voice that belied her small frame and exuded confidence and directness that I didn't expect. "Oh, ah yes Miss Hanson, ah, I mean Tish. Welcome. Are you new to the school?" I asked, trying to recover. "Yes, I am," she replied in a way that said 'and I'm not telling you anymore, so don't ask'. I smiled at her, and getting myself refocused on the task at hand, finished taking attendance. The class went by rather uneventfully. Textbooks were distributed, and class expectations were covered. It was my normal first day speech, and I added in an extra few minutes for this group about how we would all need to work together since we all knew how important this class was to their futures. That last part got me some looks of absolute terror from those who really did want to graduate, but for whom math was real challenge, and from others, bored stares. Throughout, I noticed that Tish sat at her desk, hands folded on top of her textbook, eyes still drilling right through me. She followed every word I said, and seemed like she was deeply considering everything I said. At the end of class, the bell rang, and despite how lethargic some of the kids had appeared, they all bolted out the door at an amazing pace. All except Tish. As I was collecting my things, she continued to sit at her desk. I could feel her eyes still boring holes right through me. I tried to just keep packing my bag, but I couldn't keep my eyes down, and I looked up at her and met her gaze. "Er...um...Tish, is there something I can help you with?" I asked in my best helpful teacher voice. "Yes," she said, again with that confident voice of hers. She stood. It was only now with all the rest of the kids gone, and my view of her unobstructed that I could see all of her. As she walked to the front of the room, I was unable to not give her a once over. She wore knee high black boots with dark red laces that criss-crossed all the way to the front of the boots. Her skirt was a black, red, and white plaid, pleated, and almost Catholic school uniform-like except that it was way too short for a school uniform. A black belt was slung around her waist that served no purpose except as adornment. A worn skull belt buckle sat just below her navel. Lined with metal square studs, it sat at an angle, sitting high on one hip, and falling down on the other side. It helped to make her thin waist look even thinner. Her black halter top turned out to be more corset than halter top. It too had traces of dark red stitching that ran in vertical lines along her torso. The curves of the lines also accentuated her thin waist. As my eyes followed these lines up to her breasts, she cleared her throat. I realized that she was now standing just a few feet from me. I quickly moved my gaze to her face to find her smiling at me with a knowing smile. I was caught. "Uh...Tish, what did you want?" I stammered. "I just wanted to let you know that I look forward to your class this year. I hope that you can help me explore new things this year, won't you!?" she offered. It was both a statement and a question. "Tish, that's great to hear you are taking your studies seriously. I'm always available to you and will do everything I can to help," I answered in my best veteran teacher I-know-more-than-you voice. Something flashed in her expression, but I couldn't read it, and it was gone quickly. She smiled at me with a very practiced veteran student I-know-more-than-you-think look. "Then we are in agreement. Thank you, Mr. Daniels." With that, she winked, turned and walked out of the room. I couldn't help but watch her hips and ass sway back and forth with each step, heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Somehow, I knew that something bad had just happened, but I couldn't quite figure out what. ******* The first few weeks of school went by in a rush of activity as it always does. Everything seemed to be off to a relatively good start. Kids seemed to be happy enough to be back from summer break, and I felt like I was back in stride. The bell rang, and the kids were taking their seats for the last class of the day. It was time for "Math for Dummies" again. The kids were clearly a little nervous as they watched me pull a folder off of my desk, stuffed with papers. Yesterday, I had given them a quiz, and everyone knew I was about to hand them back. As I walked around the room, returning papers, I observed the usual reactions from the kids -- surprised jubilation, total disappointment, complete indifference, and simple satisfaction. No one had done too poorly, but the class grades did have a pretty typical bell curve. A few high marks, a few low, and lots in the middle. One student always has to have the lowest grade in the class, and this time, it turned out to be the new student, Tish. I had added a small note on her quiz, asking her to see me after class. The rest of the class was spent reviewing the quiz questions and fielding questions from the kids. At the end of class, the bell rang, and as usual, the kids disappeared quickly. Tish remained in her seat as she had all year, hands folded on top of her textbook, her eyes drilling holes in me. "Tish, I don't want to keep you long, but you didn't do so well on the quiz," I started, "Did you feel prepared for that quiz?" "Yes and no," she answered quite directly, "I listen to you in class, and it always seems to make sense when you talk about it, but I guess I just didn't remember it as well." "OK. I have noticed that you don't really take a lot of notes?" "I learn better when I listen. I also learn well when I do, but writing things down never seems to help. Maybe I'd do better on a quiz if I didn't have to write my answers? I always thought that I would do better with an oral test, but the teachers in my last school didn't allow that." "Hmm...well, perhaps that's true. I'll have to think about that. In the meantime, I'm happy to spend extra time with you after class to answer questions and give you extra help." She smiled the same smile she gave me when we first met, and I had a feeling somehow this was all part of some grand plan. Unfortunately, no one had clued me into what that plan was. "That would be great. Thank you," she answered, "We can start today." I was a bit surprised that she was so eager to begin, but as a teacher, I was not going to turn her away. She moved to the front of the classroom. Right from the start, she started asking me to do problems on the board. She continued to pepper me with questions for another hour. Throughout, her piercing gaze burned holes in me, and I found that I could not look directly at her face. Instead, I averted my gaze, looking down at her hands, neatly folded on her book. Near the end of it, I suddenly realized that her line of questions was not one of a struggling math student. In fact, I started feeling like I was the one being quizzed. I wiped my brow, noticing that I was actually working up a little sweat trying to keep up with the questions Tish tossed at me. By now, I had run out of room on the chalk board, and moved to a side chalkboard that stood behind my desk. "Tish, I'm starting to wonder if that oral test isn't a bad idea? You seem to be on top this when we talk about it," I said. "Just a few more questions, please," she replied. Her voice carried as a command more so than a request. As I turned to the board, and began to write down another example to illustrate her last question, I heard her heels clicking on the linoleum. As I finished writing, I turned back to find her sitting on my desk, right behind me. Her legs were crossed, and one black booted foot pointed at me. "You don't mind if I sit here? It's easier to see." Again, a statement, and not really a question. With most any other student, I would have objected. Both to her tone of voice, and for having been so brazen as to sit on my desk. However, something about her confidence kept me a little off balance, and frankly, I was more than a little intrigued by her. She knew more math than she was showing me, and there was more to this than just a little extra help, and I wanted to know what it was. The fact that she was wearing another mini skirt that barely kept covered her when she was standing, let alone sitting cross-legged on my desk provided her a little leeway truth be told. I tried to tell myself to be more professional, but by now, at the end of a long day, being peppered with questions by a confident, young woman, I found I was liking the attention. She cleared her throat. Caught again. I was lost in my internal monologue, staring at the junction of where her leg disappeared beneath her skirt. The thought was just formulating in my mind that I could see too much leg, and that she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all beneath the skirt when I heard her. I felt myself flush, my face felt hot as I looked up knowing that she had caught me staring at her again. "Ah, no...no I don't mind Tish. Where were we? Oh, yes, this equation," I started and turned back to the board and did my best to explain the problem. I finished the problem, and looked back to her. As I did, a pencil dropped off of my desk to the floor. "Oops," Tish said, "pick that up for me, won't you?" Her voice carried as a command, and without even thinking, I knelt down and reached for the pencil. As I was doing so, I had to duck my head to avoid her booted foot. Tish moved to allow me to get to the pencil, and in doing so, she uncrossed her legs. As I looked up to avoid her foot as I started to stand, I found myself staring up her skirt. She was indeed wearing underwear, black satin ones in fact. I tried not to stare, but my eyes were glued in place for a moment too long, staring at what was clearly a wet spot on her panties. I tried to look like I hadn't even noticed and looked up at her only to find her looking down at me with that same knowing smile she gave me on the first day of class when she caught me staring at her breasts. "You know," she said in a pensive sort of way, "seeing you this way, I do feel more on top of things." I was frozen, kneeling on one knee, one hand still holding the pencil just inches from where I had picked it up. She brushed her hair from her face, pushing it behind her ear, then slid her hand down her neck. My eyes followed her hand as it descended toward her breasts. She was wearing another corset-like top. It was partly covered by her black denim jacket, but as close to her as I was, I could see that it was boned and had embroidered patterns on the satiny fabric. Her hand paused at the corset's edge, fingers playing with the lace. "What do you think? Do you like your position?" I heard her question, but my mind was unable to process it. "Mr. Daniels? Do you like you position? Do you like you job?" "Oh,...sorry Tish...er...um I like teaching, yes." I managed, standing back up and placing the pencil back on the desk. "Good. Very good. I will be sure to give you rave reviews when I graduate in my senior survey...We're done for today. See you tomorrow." With that, she pushed herself off of the desk, and walked from the room, hips swaying with each step. Again, I watched her exit the room. Her last words repeated themselves in my mind. Was she threatening me? Did I like my job? The senior survey was an annual event for seniors to provide detailed feedback to the school board about the school and the teachers. I went home that night, and couldn't get my mind off of Tish. She was an enigma to me. She didn't really belong in my class, except that her quiz grade insured that she would stay. Her striking good looks were accentuated by her confidence. She dressed "goth" but from what I observed, did not hang out with the goth crowd which at this school was disconnected from the typical mainstream jock/cheerleader popular crowd. Instead, I had seen her with the popular crowd as well as the band kids, the goth kids, the geeks, the chess club...she seemed to move freely among all the different "castes" that make up a high school social scene. But beyond all this, I couldn't get her out of my mind because I knew she was paying a lot of attention to me, and I was unable to stop thinking of her. It was a cycle that I couldn't seem to escape. Getting caught looking up her skirt, and seeing her wetness on her panties only made my imagination go wild. I told myself that not only was it inappropriate, but it was just plain wrong for me to even have the thoughts that I was having. I tried watching TV to get my mind off of her, but found that after two hours of channel surfing, that I was not really able to focus even on the simple predictable plot lines of a sit-com. I went to bed, and as I closed my eyes, all I could see were Tish's panties. ***** "Do you like your position?" she asked. I looked up, and I was staring up her skirt, between her legs. Her black panties were spotted with wetness. Her hands rested on the edge of the desk, between her legs as she leaned down toward me. "Mr. Daniels? Do you like your position?" she asked again. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. One of her hands moved along the desk, toward her crotch. It slipped beneath her short skirt, and her finger along the edge of her panties. I watched as if in slow motion as her finger slipped beneath the edge of her panties, and pushed them aside exposing her pink lips. She was devoid of pubic hair. Her smooth lips parted slightly, wetness showing. The bell rang, and kept ringing. Then all went black, and I realized that the sound was my alarm clock. I reached over and hit the snooze button. I opened my eyes, and found myself awake in bed. I had a vivid picture in my mind of Tish's pussy and her voice, "Do you like your position?" I also had a raging hard on. I closed my eyes, thought of my dream, and began to stroke myself. I thought about the dream and about the end of the extra help session the day before. Kneeling before her, seeing her panties excited me. Knowing that she knew I had seen her scared me. Her question clearly told me she knew I had looked up her skirt, even if by accident. At the same time, knowing she knew seemed to excite me too. Knowing that I shouldn't be thinking about a student let alone a girl a dozen years younger than me excited me. Finally, the fact that she didn't scream and run from me like I was a lecherous old pervert, and instead that she taunted me excited me even more. She hadn't closed her legs, and she hadn't seemed embarrassed. She was wet. Was she excited too? Had she dropped the pencil on purpose? She had told me to pick it up. My mind was racing with all these thoughts, and my hand was stroking my still rigid cock. I wondered what it would be like to lick her pussy. I began to fantasize that I had knelt before her sitting on my desk, wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her panty covered pussy to my face. I could smell her arousal. She reached down, and pulled her panties aside, and I was reaching for her with my tongue. I could feel my balls tightening as I was about to cum. My alarm clock blared again, the snooze alarm telling me it was another 10 minutes later. The sudden blaring sound was enough to jar me from my fantasy world. My real world thrust itself back into my consciousness, and I felt myself soften. Fate had denied me my orgasm, and I rolled out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for another day of classes. ****** The school day flew by. Nothing out of the ordinary, just classes and kids. Kids were kids, and I had kept myself busy so that I didn't really have time to think about what had happened the day before until the last period of the day arrived. Today, unlike all the day's previous, Tish took a seat in the front row. While I didn't have assigned seats, kids tend to sit in the same place everyday. The boy who usually sat there walked to the seat, saw Tish, and was about to say something when Tish gave him a look. I couldn't see it, but it clearly delivered a message as the boy's shoulders slumped, his eyes dropped to the floor, and he quickly moved away to the back of the room like a scolded puppy dog. Having her sitting up front, feeling her eyes locked on me, was disconcerting. Today she had on a black mesh top over a black bra. The top wasn't so revealing that it violating the school's dress code, but it was see-through enough that I could clearly make out the outline of her bra. Ankle high boots with steel stiletto heels, and fishnet stockings that disappeared beneath another tiny mini skirt. As I covered the new lesson, I tried to ignore her as best I could, but sitting dead center in the front row, it was hard to not see her. Near the end of class, as I looked around the room at the students, trying to gauge if they were still following me, my eyes fell upon her's. She winked at me, and ran her tongue along her lips. I stumbled a bit in my lecture, and I tried to recover for the last 5 minutes of class. They were not my best five minutes as my brain tried to process what I saw, and what it meant. She was toying with me, and I knew it. She was gaining control, and I was helpless to stop her. When the class ended, she remained behind once again. I stood behind my lectern afraid that my cock might betray me. "Tish...um...do you have questions about tonight's homework?" Teacher's Pet? "Yes, I do. But I can't stay after school today. So, I thought you could help me later tonight?" she asked in a way that sounded more like a statement than a question. She looked up at me, and brushed her hair out of her face and swept it behind her ear, like she had the other day. Her hand, trailed along her lustrous hair down to the outline of her bra beneath her see-through top. "Uh...sure, that would be fine," I answered, unable to refuse her. Visions of her wet panties flashed in my mind again. "Good, I think this will work out fine my pet. I'll come to your place at 8 o'clock," she stated. "What did you say?" I tore my gaze away from her breasts and back to her piercing eyes. "I said, 'good, I think people will think I'm a teacher's pet'. So, see you at 8," she explained, winked at me, and exited the room. While I watched her hips and ass sashay out of the room, my mind tried to replay the last couple minutes. I had been so distracted by visions of her panties and the outline of her bra, that I had thought she had called me her 'pet'. I shook my head, and concluded I needed to refocus myself. Then my mind did successfully replay part of what she said, "I'll come to your place at 8 o'clock." My cock twitched and my heart skipped a beat while at the same time, my brain was screaming at me that I was in trouble. I knew tutoring a student at my home was not a good idea, especially an 18 year old female student -- and not just any female student, but one who clearly knew how to get into my head in bad ways. I left school and headed home, trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this mess. When I got to my apartment, I started picking things up, not wanting it to be a mess when Tish arrived. Halfway through cleaning the dishes, I started talking to myself, "Why are you cleaning up for Tish when you know she shouldn't even be here? In fact, how the hell does she know where I live?" I kept talking to myself about what an idiot I was, and how I needed to just tell her that it was not appropriate for us to meet at my apartment. All the while, I was cleaning the apartment, and by 6 o'clock, it was spotless. I forced myself to eat some dinner, but I wasn't really hungry. I had a nervous pit in my stomach. I was rehearsing how to tell her that we needed to go to the public library or somewhere like that. Anywhere but here. The two hours between 6 and 8 o'clock were the longest two hours of my life. A combination of anticipation and a sense of doom filled my being as I watched the time tick by. At exactly 8 o'clock, I heard a gentle knock on the door. When I opened the door, Tish was standing there, dressed as she had been in class, framed by the darkness of the evening and the soft glow of the light from the street lamps. I froze for a moment, unable to speak as her eyes looked through me. "Are you going to invite me in?" she said impatiently. "Oh, sorry, um, please come in. I'm sorry," I apologized. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I had just lost my opportunity to end it all or at least go some place else. Like a character in a B horror movie who only now realized he's just invited a vampire into his residence, I felt a knot in my stomach. "Nice place you got here. I'm glad to see that you don't live like a slob like some single men. So, should we do it on the couch?" She looked at me, waiting for answer. "What?" "Did you want to study on the couch? Or sit at your dining table?" she asked like she was talking to a 2nd grader. "OK I'll pick. The couch it is," she announced, smiled, and move to the couch. As she sat, her miniskirt rode up her legs, but she didn't seem to notice or care. I could see that her fishnet stockings ended with a lace band. I tried to remain composed, and sat on the other end of the couch. "OK. Tish, how would you like to do this?" I asked. She looked at me with an impish grin on her face. She slid across the couch next to me, so close that her leg brushed up against mine. "A good question...you do know why I'm here, don't you?" she asked in a leading way as if it was painfully obvious. Her panties, wet and shiny flashed through my mind again. Guilt washed over me. Things seemed to be speeding by me, out of my control. "I'm sorry Tish. It was an accident. I didn't mean to see your panties!" I blurted out before I knew what I was doing. Silence. I was unable to avert my eyes. Tish held me with her piercing gaze. "Mmmm you are going to be such a good pet. Much easier to train then I thought," she purred. I was now more confused than ever. I didn't understand what she was saying, but I knew I was in trouble. "Do you know what will happen to you if word got out that you were looking up the skirt of a poor innocent student? And then you invited her to your apartment at night, alone? Mister, you could be in big trouble." "Tish! Please, it was an accident. I'm really a good person. I'm not some perverted man trying to take advantage...What can I do to show you I'm sorry," I pleaded. "Begging already? I knew I had you pegged from the day I met you," she said confidently. "First, let's establish some basic ground rules. I will go straight to the principal if you ever disobey me and tell him that I caught you looking up my skirt. I will tell him that you brought me here to your apartment. I will tell him that you threatened to flunk me if I didn't do as you asked. Don't you ever think that I won't do this. I can describe your apartment to prove that I've been here. I have written evidence that you made me stay after class with you. I've got you by the balls, mister!" she belted out her statements, and with the last statement, she reached over and grabbed my balls through my pants and squeezed just enough to show me that she meant business. I gasped in pain, inhaling sharply. She truly had me by the balls, and my sense of foreboding came crashing down on me. I was going to lose my job. I was going to end up in the newspapers as a pervert. My mind locked up, unable to process anymore. My world shrank to the pain in my balls, and Tish's unyielding gaze. "So, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately. Got that?" she said this and added emphasis by giving my balls another squeeze. I winced in pain, and at the same time, I realized my cock was hard as a rock. Tish ordered me to my knees on the floor in front of her. I dropped to my knees as quickly as I could. "I'll make you a deal. For the rest of the year, whenever I want, I may stop by and have you do things for me. You will obey, or I'll go to the Principal. At the end of the year, I'll have an A in your class, and then, I'll release you from your debt, and we'll forget that your perverted little mind ever dared look up my skirt." I was dumbfounded at both the audacity of the offer, but I was equally dumbfounded by my ability to think of a way out of this. What did she plan to have me do? She sat relaxed on the couch, looking me over. Her eyes paused at my crotch. I knew she could see the tent in my pants. "Hmmm you are enjoying this more than I thought you might. I'll take your silence as approval of our little deal. Now, my pet, a simple rule. You are no longer to address me by my first name, not even in class. You will call me Mistress out of class. In class, in front of the other students, you may address me as Miss Hanson." I nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry, were you trying to communicate?" "Ah, yes Mistress, I understand Mistress," I said. Part of me was still trying to figure out how I got into this mess, and how I was going to get out of it. Another part of me was aroused by her power, and wanted be sexually taken by this hot young woman. Lyrics from the Police sang in his head, "Temptation, frustration; So bad it makes him cry". "Good, then lets get started with tonight's lesson." She had me kneeling in front of her massaging her feet through her fishnet stockings. As she raised each foot to me, I found myself unable to not try and steal a glance up between her legs and beneath her skirt again. She smiled as she saw me peeking. "Yes, my pet, go ahead and look. It doesn't matter anymore does it now? You can look all you want, but you know it will only torture you more because then you'll want to touch." She pulled her skirt up revealing a red satin g-string. She began asking me questions about the math as if we were sitting in class. I found myself on autopilot answering her questions, but totally mesmerized by her g-string. It was so skimpy that she was either shaved completely, or at least very neatly trimmed. "Mmmm you are good with your hands. I will have to put them to good use sometime." Our mathematical discussion continued, and it didn't take long for me to again conclude that she already knew the math. When she had me switch to her other foot, she began teasing my cock through my pants with the first foot. I was totally aroused. Her hand drifted down to her g-string, and she began sliding her fingers up and down along her pussy. I could see her arousal soaking into the fabric. By now, the math had faded away. I was fixated on her fingers, slowly stroking herself. "You want this don't you? You want to touch me. I know you do. You want to taste me." "...yes, Mistress..." I admitted. By now, fear for my job had dissolved. Now, my fear was that she would torment me. And torment me she did. "Good. I'm glad that you are being honest with me. Help me remove my stockings...but don't you dare touch my pussy." She raised her leg up off of the couch. I slid my hands down her leg, feeling the soft skin and toned muscles of her legs. My fingers reached to the lace bands at the top of her stocking, just inches from her moist satin covered pussy. I slid the stocking down her leg, again feeling her smooth skin. I repeated the process for the other stocking. She took both stockings, then stood. My face was just inches from her crotch. I looked up at her, and she smiled down at me. Her expression was defiant and confident. It said she knew that I was just inches from her sex, and she knew that I wouldn't move a muscle without her approval. She swung her leg over my head, exposing her crotch to me as she did so, then walked to the middle of the room. Turning to me, she pointed at the floor. Without getting off of my knees, I crawled to her and knelt in front of her again. She walked behind me, then reached around me, and began to unbutton my shirt. When she had removed my shirt, she told me to stand. In short order my pants were piled around my ankles as were my boxers. I was frozen with anticipation. My cock was hard and stood at attention. A drop of precum glistened on the tip of cock. "Get rid of those pants, and your shoes and socks too. You look like a fool standing there like that!" she spat. I kicked of my shoes, and then my pants and boxers. Last, I took of my socks, and kicked the whole pile to the side of the room. Standing behind me, she took my hands, and I felt her wrapping her stocking around my wrists, binding them behind my back. Then, she reached around me, and I felt her hand on my cock. Her grip was strong, but gentle, warm. I instinctively moved my hips, trying to fuck her hand. Her grip immediately clamped down hard, and she whispered into my ear, "Did I tell you that you could move? Disobey me, and this will only be worse for you. Obey, and I may reward you beyond your wildest fantasies." Reaching around me with her other hand, she looped the stocking around my balls, then around the base of my cock, then pulled the ends around my waist, pulling my cock up. She tied the ends of her stocking to my hands. Looking down, her harness effectively connected my wrists to my cock. As I moved my hands, it pulled on my cock, tightening the harness. Already my balls were purple, and the head of my cock was swollen and a deep red, engorged with blood. "There, that's better isn't it? I have needs that the boys in school cannot fulfill. You should do nicely. I own you now, and I will use you for my pleasures. Your needs are secondary. You will not cum unless I say you may cum. If you cum without permission, I will punish you, and I don't think you'll like that." She started a slow circle around me, her finger tips reaching out and drawing imaginary lines on my body. She reached out and pinched my nipple, sending a painful jolt through my body that made her smile and giggle. Then she stood directly in front of me so close that my cock was resting against her stomach. She leaned forward, and took one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking on it, and licking it. I let out an involuntary moan as her mouth felt exquisite on my nipple. Then, she bit down. I gasped, and pulled away which only sent more painful waves through my nipple as she didn't let go with her teeth. A sudden smack rang out, and I felt a stinging on my ass. She released my nipple, and looked into my eyes. "Did I say you could pull away from me? You will not move," she hissed, and then repeated her sucking on my other nipple. Again, she bit down, and I did my best to stand at attention without moving. After what felt like an eternity, she softened her grip, and went back to caressing my nipple with her lips and tongue. She raised her head again, and brushed her lips against mine. Her hand reached up and took ahold of both of my nipples. She pinched them gently, rolling them back and forth between her fingers and thumb. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through my body. I felt my cock twitching, aching to be touched. I was looking directly into her eyes as she touched me, then without the slightest hint in her expression, she pinched hard on my nipples. I forced myself not to react, holding my position. "Good, you are learning. I like to see you squirm in pain. It pleases me to see you suffer." As she spoke, her lips brushed mine. I could feel her warm breath on my face. "Now, its time you served me," she said, and reached down and grabbed ahold of my cock and pushed down, signaling for me to kneel. "On the floor, on your back." I managed to lay down on my back. My hands secured behind me, raising my pelvis off of the floor. The stocking harness on my cock pulling tight on my cock and balls. She stood above me, looking down. Stepping over me, she stood with one foot on either side of my head. I was looking straight up between her legs. Her pussy barely covered by her red satin g-string. She slid a hand down her ass, and hooked a finger beneath the string that ran between her ass cheeks. She slid it aside, revealing her asshole. "You want this don't you, you dirty slut? Lucky for you, I'm going to give it to you. But, if you so much as touch my pussy, you can kiss your life as you know it goodbye." At that moment, it occurred to me that my life as I knew it was already over. She knelt down, squatting over my face. Her pink rosebud just inches from my mouth. "Stick out your tongue, slut. You are going to be my tongue-slut for the foreseeable future, and its time you started practicing." She reached a hand back, and pushed down on my forehead so I couldn't raise my head off of the floor. I reached with my tongue, my desire to taste her blinding any rational thoughts in my mind. She slowly lowered herself until the tip of my tongue just touched her. I worked to try and lick her, only barely able to do so. She lowered herself a bit more, and my tongue pressed against her rosebud. I pushed my tongue in circles around her asshole, lubricating it. I fluttered my tongue over her sacred hole, and I heard her groan with pleasure. Then, she lowered herself further, and smothered me with her ass. I pushed my tongue hard against her rosebud, trying to tongue fuck her ass. I couldn't see as her ass covered most of my face, and what little I could see beyond that was shrouded by her miniskirt. She rocked back and forth on my tongue, grinding her ass onto my mouth and tongue. I could feel my cock was harder than I had ever known it to be. I realized that being controlled by this young woman tapped into something I didn't know I had in my psyche. Sure I had fantasized about being with many a hot young student. Every young teacher has. But, this was different. I didn't just want the forbidden fruit, I wanted that fruit to take me. I wanted to give myself to her, be hers. And at this moment, I was. I gasped for breath when I could as she rode my face, but my air supply was less important than pleasing her. I could hear her moaning with satisfaction with each stroke of my tongue. Her asshole had relaxed, and I found I could literally tongue fuck her ass now. I could sense that she was nearing an orgasm. I pushed harder with my tongue, wanting to give her that orgasm. Soon, she was shuddering with ecstasy. I could feel her ass clenching as her orgasm swept through her lithe supple body. She collapsed forward, taking her weight on her hands that now pressed hard on my chest. Her nails dug into my flesh as she worked to regain her balance and her control. She raised herself up, and stood again over me. Legs still on opposite sides of my head. I could see that the front of her g-string was now soaked with her juices. She could see me looking, and smirked. She reached down, hooked her thumbs beneath the thin strings of her g-string, and pushed her g-string down her legs until it was stretched taught across my face, securely looped around her ankles. She positioned the wet satin on top of my nose. Her heavenly scent filled me. "Yes, slut, smell me. Is it not the sweetest perfume in the world?" I took her aroma into my senses, and stared up between her legs. I could see her pussy lips, swollen with excitement, puffy. A drop of her juices dangled from her lips. As I had thought, she was totally clean shaven. What I hadn't expected were the piercings she had on her pussy lips. Rings tinkled faintly as they swayed with her bodies movement. She stepped out of her g-string, then took the wet satin and pushed the inside of her g-string into my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting her on the fabric. "Yes, taste me my slut. That's all you're going to get tonight. In time, you may earn the true taste of my honey, but not yet." Then, she used her foot to push my body, and roll me onto my stomach. My rigid cock made it awkward, and I could feel my hardness pressed against the carpet by my body weight. I felt her working on the stockings, and felt a slackening. "You will clean my panties and my stockings tonight. Be gentle with my lingerie slut. I will come for it tomorrow night at the same time. I want you to stroke your cock for me tonight, but do not cum. Bring yourself to the edge at least 10 times tonight. That's an inequality if you didn't know that, just like us," she finished with a giggle, turned, and walked out of the apartment. Teachers Pet My wife Sarah and I were at the home of our good friends, Joanne and Steve. It was a normal Saturday night out for us, good food, plenty of wine, and some heated conversation about current events. Joanne always had very strong viewpoints about any current issue. Steve and I would always take the opposing side of the argument; we would do this more out of fun than anything else, because we always loved stirring things up a bit. My wife Sarah didn't really get into the whole conflict thing, she knew we were just trying to stir things up, and was constantly trying to calm things down. This generally went on for hours as Joanne was always well versed in current news topics, and knew both sides of an argument well. After a few such arguments the conversation turned to work as it always seemed to. Joanne was a primary school teacher, so we would often comment on the long holidays and short days. She would obviously always refute this, claiming there were lessons to plan, and painful kids to deal with. Somehow the conversation turned to life art; apparently Joanne had been drawing nude models for some time. I knew she was very much into art, but didn't know how good she was. This sparked my interest, so I started asking questions. "So, you have some nude guy in the front of the class?" I asked. "It doesn't only have to be a male. We draw females too!" retorted Joanne. "So who is we?" I responded. "Why not model yourself and see?" Joanne dared. "Funny! So who is we?" I asked, not giving up on my question. "Any of us teachers really, it's a Board of Education event that I organize. I find the model, and then around 3 or 4 of my teacher friends show up," Joanne explained. "Board of Education?" I questioned. "Yes; its real art, being a Board of Education sponsored event, means that they pay the model. We are supposed to advertise the event to all teachers. However, since we do it here at the house, and space is limited, I only tell a few of the teachers." Joanne continued. "So it's not just a perve then?" I asked, trying to be funny. "Well, Steve showed up once when we had a female model, but that would have been the last time someone treated it as a perve," Joanne answered. "And you can take photos!" added Steve. "Photos?" I questioned. "Only so that you can finish your drawings afterwards at home," Joanne added, pretending to hit Steve, "Two hours is not long to produce a work of art... So are you up for it?" "I'll think about it," I sarcastically commented. A few drinks later, a lot of pressure from all sides, including my wife, somehow I agreed to be the next nude model. I'm sure the drink had plenty to do with it. I was due to do the event the next Tuesday night, but had to meet Joanne the day before to go through the paperwork. The night before, I turn up at Joanne and Steve's place to run through the night's proceedings. "OK, so as I said," Joanne explained, "This is a Board of Education sponsored event. They pay you $200 for the two hours work, and there are some conditions." The details just started to hit me then. I will be naked in front of a bunch of women, "Event?" I asked. "Yes," Joanne answered, "But as I said. It's only 3 or 4 women. We don't advertise it." "So who will be there?" I asked, feeling nervous as to who would be there. "We'll get to that, "Joanne continued, "We need to go through some specifics first, you need to understand that you will be completely naked," Joanne let silence fill the room, then continued, "We're also having themes, the three or four artists that attend choose a theme, and go with it. Themes are there to break up the boredom a bit for us artists, and allow you to have something else to focus on. A theme may be something like Swimmer, Football player, or Doctor, just to name a few. You then have some props like a swimmer cap and goggles. It's good for first timers as it means you're not totally on show. We pick the theme out of a Board approved theme list. We get the list on the night," Joanne lectured on. "All sounds ok so far," I concurred. "Next thing is that there is a contract to sign," Joanne added, "Yours is about 25 pages long. I'll take you through the main points, it's mostly there to protect the Board from getting sued, the participants also need to sign a separate agreement, and I'll go over that with you also." "Okay," I answered. "So your agreement has the following main points," Joanne lectured, "You get paid $100 per hour. This is not declared by the Board to the Tax department; as such you need to do this on your tax return. The payment is treated like a tip in the hospitality industry. Secondly, for this money you will pose naked for the group in the theme chosen, or lack there of, for the time specified, which is two hours. There will be a break after the first hour. Thirdly, you are not allowed to touch any of the participants. If you do, a fine can be imposed of up to $1000 by the Board. This does not restrict the participants right prosecute you. Finally, only the Board representative is allowed to touch you. This is to allow poses to be changed, modified, or to help you follow instructions. Does all that make sense?" "Yes, all sounds rather formal," I answered. "Now to the participant's agreements," Joanne continued, "This one is much shorter, it says...You are not allowed to touch the model. Non compliance results in a fine of $1000, and does not restrict the right to prosecute. Any pose requests, changes etc need to be applied by the Board representative. Pictures can be taken for the purposes of completing your work. They may not be distributed or used for any other purposes without the permission of both the Board and the model. Still make sense?" "Yes," I answered. And so rather shakily, I signed the agreement. It now seemed for real. The next day I showed up to Joanne's place at the appointed hour for the event. Everyone was already there and waiting for me. My biggest shock was that I knew them all; that was not something I expected! They were having a few wines and nibbles. As I walked in, the usual "hellos" were thrown at me. Joanne was first to see me. She's a friend to both myself and my wife, and was the acting Board member for the night. She's in her late 20's, married, a primary school teacher, opinionated, fiery and controlling, although is quite a nice and compassionate person. She's around 165cm (5'5"), slim build, has dark hair, olive skin, average looking, perky B-cup breasts, and a nice cute bottom. As I continued through the crowd, I saw Claire. She's a rowing friend of my wife. She's also late 20's, single, and is a financial funds manager. A bit self-obsessed, chatty, and humourless. She's approx 170cm (5'7"), slim, fair complexion, blonde hair, blue eyes and attractive. B-cup breasts, very firm bottom and great legs. She is very fit, and easy to look at, though not much fun to talk to. I know her very well, and am very surprised to see her here. I almost walked when I saw her, as I didn't really wish her to see me naked. Even though she is attractive, I am not a fan of Claire. Then I saw Julie, my wife's sister, whom I'm extremely surprised to see here. Julie is in her early 20's and single. She's a HR consultant, friendly and fun. She's 172cm (5'7"), slim, fair complexion, blonde hair, blue eyes and looks very good. Julie has A-cup breasts, fantastic legs and bottom. I often jog with her, so I know her well. So much so, that her being here has given me second and third thoughts on all of this nude posing. This was now a disaster. Louise was also there. She is one of Joanne's school teacher friends. She's also a primary school teacher. I had met her probably twice before. She's around 160cm (5'3"), slim, largish breasts, conservative, shy and single. I had very rarely spoken to her. She seems nice enough, but I'm not sure of her artistic abilities. And finally Cath, another one of Joanne's school teacher friends, who is also a primary school teacher, and again I had only met her twice before. She's short 150cm (5 foot), a bit overweight, C/D-cup breasts, single, quite bubbly, loud, and happy. I hadn't spoken to her much so don't know her that well. Again I'm not sure of her artistic ability. "I did invite Sarah," Joanne offered, "But she had to pull out at the last minute due to work. Now Louise, Cath and I are the usual three that turn up to these things. Claire and Julie have obviously been invited specially, and were very keen given you were on show!" I had a glass of wine just to relax the nerves a little. I felt extremely nervous and almost faint at the thought of being naked in front of these women, especially Julie and Claire. "The girls have already looked through the theme list, and have chosen a theme," Joanne added, as she showed me the list. It seemed that the theme list was just there to give ideas. There was about fifty themes on the list, ranging from mailman, business executive, runner, swimmer, ballet dancer, all sorts of things, most of which I had no idea of how you would use as a theme. Joanne then called the room to attention, "Okay ladies, could you please organize your work areas, as you know, the theme for tonight, as chosen by you is: slave." SLAVE! – What the hell does that mean I thought? Surely something like swimmer would have been easier, lying on your front, certainly good for a first timer. "So, I'll help Stu setup, while you get ready," Joanne added. The girls start to unpack their easels, and got out paper, pencils, etc. Joanne had some spare easels for Julie and Claire. Joanne took me aside, "Okay, you take off all your clothes and put this towel on. The towel will come off when we are ready to pose. Slave basically means tied," she explained, "So I'll tie your hands together, and leave a loop at the top. The loop will be connected to the hook up there," pointing to a hook protruding from the ceiling, "I'll then slightly adjust the rope so that your arms are extended above your head, and your feet are flat on the floor, when we're all ready, I'll then remove the towel." "So how exactly is this theme thing easier for a first timer like me?" I said, still in a bit of shock from tonight's theme. "Well it normally is," Joanne answered, "But in this case, sorry it isn't," Joanne paused, "Also, please no talking while modelling. We aren't here for a chat; we are here for drawing. So if you need an itch scratched, or a quick drink, just ask, but no chatting. The girls may also ask you to change poses, it probably won't occur in this theme, but if it does and you need help, just ask. I can always help if needed." "Okay, great," I add sarcastically. So Joanne went over to her work area and started to pull out all her drawing equipment. I headed into the bathroom. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks, then removed my trousers and undies. I checked myself in the mirror. All looked ok. I was nervous and a bit shaky now that the moment had arrived. My mouth was a bit dry, so I took a drink of water from the sink tap. Not sure exactly why I was doing this nude modelling thing, as I didn't need the money. I decided to take a shower, not sure if it was just to delay the inevitable or just to feel a bit more comfortable being on show. The moment didn't feel erotic or sexy, so there was no chance of an erection. I wrapped the towel around my waist. The thought of changing my mind ran through my mind, but I knew I committed to do this. I opened the bathroom door and walked into the main living area where the girls had setup. All eyes were on me. I walked over to Joanne with my wrists together pointing toward her. Joanne used pantyhose to tie my wrists. The others were quiet, adjusting their easels, making sure they could see. My wrists were tied quite tightly. I instinctively tested the binds, and it seemed like I couldn't escape. Joanne led me into the centre of the room facing the four women. She pulled out a stepladder and stood on it behind me. I raised my arms and she tied off the other end to a hook in the roof. After a few adjustments, Joanne asked whether my position was comfortable, then returned the stepladder. In terms of positions, looking from left to right I had Cath, Louise, Joanne, Claire and Julie. Cath seemed to be already putting pencil to paper. All eyes were on me. I felt like I was being critically judged and analysed. I felt very exposed, and I still had the towel on! Joanne walked back into the room. "Ok, you all know our model Stu," she began, "Our theme today is Slave! For the new artists amongst us, take your time and plan your work before jumping in. Remember that you can start again, and it's best to try a few different drawings rather than just concentrating on one. It's also best to depict the overall image, rather than individual details. For Louise and Cath, I'm looking for you to really show the theme. Your use of colour and light should depict the struggle of a slave that is used by his captor. We will take a break in one hour for 10 minutes. If you'd like any changes in pose or some drawing advice, just ask." With that, Joanne walked around behind me, put her arms around my waist and grabbed hold of the towel with both hands. She removed it. I was now totally exposed to the group. I watched as all eyes instinctively dropped to almost stare at my groin. My penis was flaccid, but Julie and Claire seemed to stare intently at it. Joanne and Louise seemed to just be looking me up and down. Cath seemed not to notice. I really felt on show. I knew that this exposed feeling would eventually fade, but the seconds took forever. I did feel a little thrilled though, never before had I been naked in a room with five women, all of them looking intently at my naked body. Cath then walked out from behind her easel toward me. She stopped about 30cm away from me. She squatted down to look at my feet, and then slowly raised herself while taking in every piece of me. Her full rise must have taken about a minute. She was so close, that as she passed my groin, I could feel her breath. Although I don't find Cath the least bit attractive, I felt a slight sensation in my flaccid penis. It didn't twinge or harden, but if she stayed there any longer, it may have. She then walked behind me and did the same thing, taking in my legs, bottom and back. I didn't think this was normal behaviour, but it felt very erotic. I wasn't sure if it helped her art, or if being single, if she just wanted to get close to a naked man. She then walked back to her easel. The rest of the first hour was relatively uneventful. I found Cath and Louise seeing me naked was no issue. These were people I hardly knew, and would rarely see again. Joanne was being very professional about it all. I didn't find an issue with her seeing me either. I had the feeling her seeing me would be brought up many times in the future, but all in fun. Having Julie staring at my crotch was something I couldn't get used to. It just felt odd that my sister had intimate knowledge of me. However, the one I found most disturbing was Claire. Before Sarah and I had married, Claire lived with us for about six weeks while she was between houses. I found she didn't pull her weight in the household, and I often told her so. This caused much conflict in the house at the time, and Sarah has never really seen Claire much since then. So all through the first hour Claire would look me up and down, then straight in the eye. She would then give a wry smile, as if to say, I'm making you pay. The first hour ended, and it was time for a break. Joanne let me out of my binds, and gave me a towel to cover myself. The girls got themselves some coffee and tea, and I had a drink of water. Pretty soon I was back up in my tied position for the second hour, looking forward to another uneventful hour. I soon found out that would not be the case. Just as everyone sat down to begin drawing again, Claire walked out from behind her easel, with a teaspoon in her hand. "Now Joanne," Claire began, "I am treating this theme more as bondage rather than slave, I'm not sure why; I suppose it just makes more sense to me," Claire matter-of-factly stated. She then walked around behind me, looking toward my bottom, her hand outstretched almost touching me, the teaspoon in hand just millimetres from my skin, "So can you move his legs apart a little more, I want him on his toes, to show off more muscle tone. He has well toned legs and I want to see it, must be from all that cycling," Claire added sternly. It was typical of Claire: direct the comment to Joanne, when she could have easily asked me. "Could you please spread your legs further apart," Joanne instructed, "We would like you to be on your toes; want to see your muscle definition a little more." I spread my legs from probably shoulder width, to three times that. I was on my toes. My arms were bearing more weight, and were straining. My legs were also flexed as I was on my toes, the position was easy to get into, but holding it for long periods would not be. Claire circled around me. She closed in on my right hand side, and placed her legs on either side of my right leg, almost straddling it. She was careful not to touch me. She then licked the back of the teaspoon she was holding in her right hand. She then leaned in to whisper in my ear, while raising the teaspoon. She touched the back of the teaspoon on my bound right wrist, and gradually, lightly drew it down my arm. "The teaspoon is touching you, not me," She whispered in my ear. She continued to trail the teaspoon down my right side, outside of my chest, stomach and then thigh. She then walked behind me to my left side, all the while ensuring that the teaspoon never left my skin, she then straddled my left leg, again careful not to touch me. She then trailed the spoon down my left side, this time whispering, "Can you get your cock nice and hard for me." It all happened so quickly that the others just watched in amazement. As Claire walked back to her easel, her back to me, my penis started to harden, but only fractionally. She turned, looked down at my slightly hard cock, and licked her lips. "Claire, you can't touch, even with spoons," Joanne whined, then looked at me, "Are you ok to continue Stu? You can take a break if needed," she asked. "I'm ok," I answered. I looked at Julie, who was obviously looking down at what my penis was going to do. She then saw that I had caught her, instead of averting her eyes, she then held my gaze, and looked straight back at my cock. The mood in the room had changed. This was not the friendly, politically correct Julie that I knew. "It's a shame we can't use spoons Joanne," mentioned Julie, "It looks like it is having a rather uplifting effect." "It's not a laughing matter Julie. I could fine Claire. That is totally against all Board regulations" Joanne announced in her best school teacher voice, "If you try something like that again Claire, you will be fined, and we will have to end the session. It's just not acceptable." "Joanne," said Claire as if starting on a completely different topic, "as you know, my drawing has more of a bondage theme, and looking at what the others have drawn, it looks like they have taken the same approach." "And?" asked Joanne. "Well, being bondage, we really need his cock to be nice and hard. I mean, it's not really bondage if it's not sexual," added Claire. "No!" snapped Joanne. Julie chimed in, "I think it would help. I know I'd quite like to see him all excited. Maybe you could just excite him a bit for us." "No, it's not an option Julie! It's not an option in the agreement," Joanne added somewhat in frustration. "I think you'll find it is," Julie remarked, "I checked the fine print in the contract. Ironically, there is a clause designed to protect the model against a corrupt Board member. If unanimously agreed by all artists that the Board member should assist in a certain pose, or cease assistance, the Board member must comply. I believe the fine is $10,000 for non-compliance. So who agrees that Joanne should add some sexual flavour to the theme?" Teachers Pet "Agreed," they all said in unison. "Ok then," commanded Claire, "I'll instruct you Joanne... Please do exactly as I say. Just assume that we all agree unless one of us says stop, at which time you should. Please note the $10,000 fine for non-compliance." The mood of the room had certainly changed. The power in the room had shifted; Claire was now in charge. I felt a real stirring in the pit of my stomach, sort of anticipation and fear both at once. Almost immediately my cock started to harden. I know Claire, and although this was a bit exciting, I was fearful of what Claire was up to. "Seems like things are looking up already," commented Julie. "Joanne, please stand behind our slave," Claire instructed, "I'd like you to run your hands over his chest, pelvis and bottom. Do not touch his cock." Joanne stood behind me, her hands on my hips. I could feel her breath on my neck. "Sorry," she whispered, "This was not my intention." She slid her hands from my hips around to my stomach, just above my penis. She then slid them up to my chest, and slightly pinched my nipples. This was getting hot. My cock had come to full attention. It hadn't yet been touched, but was now hard. The other four girls had smiles on their faces. "I think our slave is getting turned on Joanne, could you also lick his neck? I'd like to see his skin glisten," Claire added. Joanne again moved her hands down toward my hard cock, and then slid them around to grab my hips. She slid her hands around to my bottom, and gave my bum a squeeze as if testing its firmness. My bottom is firm, and this felt great. Joanne then licked from my shoulder up to my ear. It was a long slow, sloppy lick. I could feel its wetness, it felt wonderful. She then lightly blew on her trail of saliva. Being tied I could do nothing but accept it. Her hands then moved from my bottom around to my stomach. My cock was now rock hard and pointing toward the ceiling. Her hands slid over my lower stomach just above my hard cock, then up to my chest. She rubbed her open hands over my pecks, took my earlobe in her mouth and noisily sucked on my earlobe. She then brought each open hand to her mouth and licked each palm, before rubbing them on my nipples. The wet sensation felt wonderful. My cock still hadn't been touched, and yet it was pulsating. My head lolled back, and through half opened eyes I looked over at Julie. She was transfixed, her hands rubbing her stomach as if she'd like to move them higher to caress her nipples. Slowly Joanne lowered herself, trailing her wet tongue down my spine, her hands keeping time sliding down my torso. After she reached the base of my spine, she then adjusted to run her tongue over my left buttock. Her hands were now on my pelvis, dangerously close to my rock hard cock. She again wet each hand with her tongue, and rubbed her moistened hands into my pelvis. She then tilted her head, and licked the area where my buttock meets my leg. She tilted her head the other way and licked just under my right buttock. She rose up slightly, her tongue lightly flicking the crack of my bottom. The feeling was euphoric. Louise walked out from behind her easel and was kneeling a few feet from me, snapping pictures with her digital camera, her eyes and camera focused on my cock. Joanne slowly raised herself again, her tongue licking its way up my spine. I liked the wet feeling. Her hands again moved to my nipples, and she lightly pinched them in unison. "You're now allowed to rub his cock, just don't make him cum," Claire ordered. "Wish I could be rubbing against that," murmured Julie, her nipples clearly erect through her blouse. She seemed to be rummaging through her bag, looking for her camera I suspected. She was looking directly at my cock. It was aching to be touched, caressed, or rubbed. Joanne was now lightly kissing the back of my neck. She brought her left hand to her mouth, and noisily licked it, before placing it on my left peck, rubbing the saliva into my nipple. She then licked her right hand. She held it out in front of my penis. After holding it there for some time, she lightly tapped it on my hard cock. She then firmly slid her hand from the base to the tip, before bringing her hand back to her mouth to lick it. The sensation of my cock slipping in her wet sticky fingers was too much for words, I let out an audible sigh. I noticed that Cath is still drawing; Louise and Julie were taking pictures, and Claire was just grinning wickedly at the sight. Joanne's newly wet hand grasped my hairless balls. She pulled down tightly on the skin, stretching the skin on my cock, pre-cum starting to appear on the head. Her hand then moved up to hold my cock in a slippery grip, she started to move from behind me, around to my side and then in front of me, her tongue all the time flicking at my neck, and then licking my neck under by chin. Still holding my cock firmly with one hand, her other hand lowered to tickle the area between my anus and balls. My legs were still spread widely, my hips raised slightly to try and get closer to her. She slowly started to bob down, and in the process nibbled my left nipple. Her head then darted across my chest to lick my right nipple, then moving lower and licking just under my rib cage. All this time, she was still sliding my very erect cock in her hand. Joanne knelt in front of me, holding the base of my cock, started to slowly paint it up and down with her tongue. The view from my angle was almost mind blowing. Julie and Louise were still clicking away with their cameras. My cock was glistening with spit, Julie and Louise moved in as close as possible for a picture! Joanne looked up at me, and slowly pushed her mouth over the tip. I pushed up on my toes, trying to get further into her mouth. She popped it out of her mouth, and smiled a sly grin. She knew I was very close to cumming, and yet was not allowed to take me over the edge. She then licked her lips, and used my cock as a pretend lipstick, and slowly rubbed it around her mouth. I started to throb; I knew I was getting close! She rubbed my cock over her wet lips again, and then took me into her mouth, sucking deeply. I pulsated once, and she let go again. I was dying to cum, I needed to cum! "Stop now!" ordered Claire. I knew she would have to interject at some point. Joanne let go of my still pulsating cock. My intense need to cum lowered a little. "Okay, you can go again. Don't forget, no cumming," Claire commanded. Joanne moved to the base of my cock and licked to the tip, holding the tip in the place between her top lip and nose. While there, she licked the underside of my cock with her tongue. It felt great, again I almost lost control. She then put her mouth over the tip of my penis and sucked deeply, before swirling her tongue over the head. She pulled it out, and again rested it just under her nose. I could almost feel myself cumming. I started to pulsate, as she again flicked the underside with her tongue. One more flick of her tongue, and I would have sprayed all over her face! "That will do," commands Claire, "Please step back." Joanne stepped back, just as my cock was on the verge of cumming. I needed that last lick badly! Claire walked toward me, and then knelt before me, not more that a few centimetres from my rock hard pulsating cock. I was aching to shove my cock into her beautiful mouth. I needed to cum, and cum now. "I'll just kneel here, Slave," said Claire in a sweet soft tone, "If you would like me to blow you, I will. You just need to lean forward and let your cock touch my lips first. You have to ask yourself, is a blowjob from me worth $1000? I'm quite good at them, I like to swallow too. Could you please just put your cock in my mouth?" I really wanted to have Claire suck my cock, and then swallow my cum. But I was still aware enough to know that I didn't like Claire and my movement and thus the fine would be a victory for her. Claire blew on my cock, causing a cool sensation as it cooled Joanne's spit. I was hesitating to thrust forward when I then felt a push from behind. It was Joanne, pushing me into Claire. My cock struck Claire in the nose. She leaned back and gave me a smile. She hadn't noticed Joanne push me. Claire leaned in and flicked her tongue over my balls. She then rose higher to lick from the base of my cock to the tip, all the while looking me in the eye. Claire then pushed her mouth over the top of my pulsating cock, and started to suck. Slowly she bobbed her head up and down, taking my shaft deeply into her mouth. She cupped my balls with her hand and roughly squeezed them, still bobbing up and down on my cock. I tried to move slightly in my binds to slide into her mouth more easily. She slowed her pace, and she sucked more deeply. The pressure in my cock was so intense, I finally came! The release felt wonderful, my cum flowing into her mouth as Claire swallowed it down. I looked around to see Julie still taking photos. Claire came off my cleaned cock, and smiled at me. "So will you be back next month?" Joanne asked. "Well if he doesn't want these photos leaked to his wife he will be," Julie answered. Teacher's Pet Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do. I had to leave all of my friends behind and start in a new school which would be difficult for anyone but when you are pretty much just an average guy ( not an athlete or anything like that ) you pretty much just blend into the surroundings. I did have one advantage, I was a good student in a private school which made me an excellent public school student. I was getting straight A's without much effort but unfortunately in high school this makes you more popular with the teachers than with other students. Did I say unfortunately? In 1984 when I was graduating there were not many scandals involving teachers being fired for sleeping with students, especially women teachers. This is not to say it wasn't happening as much as it does now, it just means that it was not front page news. In fact, with movies such as My Tutor and Private School, a younger man sleeping with a female teacher was more of a special rite of passage instead of a woman taking advantage of a naive young. boy. This story does not involve an adult and a minor but it does revolve around an older teacher and an 18 year student. That 18 year old student was me and as I look back now, I would trade anyones "bitchin" senior year for that incredible week I spent after school with Mrs. Garrity, my high school English teacher. Freshman English was not a requirement in my old school but since it was at CHS where I was to graduate from I had to take that class as a senior. I was skating through the year easily in this class and Mrs. Garrity was cool in that she didn't make me talk to much as she understood I kind of stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the 14 year freshman struggling to diagram sentences and punctuate properly. I worked a full time job in addition to going to school as I wanted to save up money to move back to Ohio as soon as I left high school. This didn't hamper my school work much but after a particularly long night on Thursday night I convinced my parents I was sick and stayed home to get some much needed sleep time. Unfortunately I had forgotten a big English midterm. (Mrs. Garrity was putting her foot down about some of the freshman's absence issues on test days so a makeup test was not an option) I was back at school Friday and Mrs. Garrity asked to speak to me after class. I wasn't terribly concerned as I figured even with a zero on that test I could still pull a C average in the class which is enough to pass. After my last class I headed to see Mrs. Garrity and I walked into her classroom to find my English teacher fighting back tears as she sat at her desk. Little did I know then, what would transpire over the next week would change me and my life forever . "What's wrong Mrs. Garrity?" was how our conversation started. I sounded sympathetic, which I was. Mrs. Garrity was in her mid thirties, about 7 months pregnant and in the middle of a divorce after her husband slept with a 20 something coworker of his. Mrs. Garrity tried to fight through the tears and start our meeting but she was visibly upset when I finally convinced her to talk to me about it, maybe she would feel better. Once I got her to open up, everything just flowed out as she was away from her family and didn't have any close friends so she had no one to talk to. She signed the divorce papers last week and she handled that OK but last night she saw her ex with another younger woman at a restaurant and they were very "touchy feely", something he never was with her. It wasn't even the woman he cheated on her with, it was someone else, someone "young, pretty and not a fat pregnant whale." was how she put it. Well, she talked and I listened for about a half an hour or so. I tried to be understanding and reassuring, complimenting her more than once as I tried to restore some of her self confidence. It was not hard to be convincing as Mrs. Garrity was an attractive woman and for me, her being pregnant enhanced her beauty, it didn't take it away from her. She probably thought I was just being nice at the time but in a few short days she would know I was serious about how amazing I thought she was and I would find out that on that Friday afternoon, Mrs. Garrity started to see me in a whole new light. I had a note to stop by on Monday to see Mrs. Garrity before my first class, we never got to the reason for our meeting as I had to get to work late Friday afternoon. Mrs. Garrity said she could not change that zero on the test that I missed but she did not want me to miss out on a chance for an A in her class just because she had to be firm on the no makeup test provision she had set down. She said if I agreed to help her after school that week then she would give me enough extra credit to pull my grade up. I didn't care that much about the grade but as she talked to me about college and scholarships I saw a different Mrs. Garrity standing before me. I am not sure if her self confidence was boosted from our Friday talk or if I was looking at her in a new light but either way, the thought of spending some time with her after school every day seemed like an attractive option. Mrs. Garrity was not just attractive to me now, she was downright sexy so I accepted her offer for extra credit. The thing I didn't know at the time, I don't think even she realized it, but she looked at me differently now to. I was no longer one of her students, I was the man who listened to her, comforted her and built her back up in a time of need. I was her friend. At about 3:00 PM I walked into Mrs. Garrity's class ready for my assignment. When I walked in, she was at the board erasing notes from her last class. I have not yet described Mrs. Garrity and as I stared at her while I stood in the doorway, now is as good a time as any. Mrs. Garrity stands about 5'3, has short black hair with a wavy style to it which looked incredible on her. She had a very pretty face with a sweet smile. She definitely was pregnant but that made her even sexier to me, her breasts were larger than normal, her belly pouch was perfectly rounded and her ass was getting wider but was still incredible as she wiggled it slightly while erasing the board. She had short but very shapely legs and she had tiny perfect feet, well manicured with fire engine red toe nail polish. She was wearing a purple maternity blouse with some black stretch slacks. She had given lots of notes that day so when she turned around and saw me I couldn't help but smile as she had chalk dust up and down her blouse and hands. "Why are you smiling so big mister?" She asked. "No reason, need help pounding the erasers?" I said with a slight laugh. She looked down at the chalky mess on her blouse and rolled her eyes at me, "It isn't easy for a shorty like me to erase the board you know." I laughed again and she rolled her eyes again, motioning me towards her. "These are the midterm tests from all of my classes, I was hoping you would grade the multiple choice and short answers for me while I graded the essays." "Okay, sounds easy enough, but my union rep says I don't have to erase the chalk board so.." I said smiling hoping for a third adorable eye roll. " Yeah, yeah make the short pregnant lady do the manual labor. Good thing I look magnificent in white." she replied with a laugh and yes, there is was, that third adorable eye roll I was hoping for. The rest of the time was uneventful as I graded papers and tried to steal glances at the lovely Mrs. Garrity but she stayed behind her desk grading away in silence. OK, maybe I was reading to much into the eye rolls and the joking around we did when I arrived. Maybe it meant nothing or maybe Mrs. Garrity was trying just a bit to hard to grade in silence. Tuesday's school day came and went fairly quickly. I looked forward to my after school time with Mrs. Garrity but I was starting to come to my senses. Sure we got along pretty well but she was a teacher and I was a student, nothing more. I arrived a little later on Tuesday, she was already behind her desk when I came in. We exchanged smiles and hellos as I headed to a desk a little off to the side of her. I figured I still could enjoy looking at her and this was a better vantage point as she sat behind her desk. Tuesday she was wearing a long purple maternity dress with matching purple nylons and heels. She looked amazing and any chance I could i would steal a glance at those legs which were easier to see at this angle. Everything was going as usual when Mrs. Garrity stood up from her chair and walked across the room. I couldn't help but stare as her heels were left behind under the desk and her fire engine red toes stood out beautifully against the contrast of her sheer purple nylons. She grabbed her step stool and brought it over by her desk, leaned back in her chair with a few tests on her lap and put her tiny feet up on the stool. I couldn't believe it, those gorgeous tiny feet were not just up on the stool but up on the stool on the side of the desk I was on which gave me a clear view of her amazingly sexy feet. Surely she didn't do this on purpose, how could she know how much I love sexy feet. I am sure those heels were just hard on those delicious feet so she wanted to put them up and relax. The question was how would I relax, I had a hard time grading as my eyes wandered to those sweet feet several times. Mrs. Garrity was so focused on her papers she didn't seem to take notice of my new obsession, time flew by and before I knew it, it was time to go. I got up, put the papers I had finished back on her desk when she finally looked up at with a big smile. "Same time tomorrow Dalton." "Yes, Mrs. Garrity, same time." I replied as I smiled back sheepishly, almost embarrassed of my new obsession. "Do me a favor, after school I am Carolyn. During school hours its still Mrs. Garrity but after, its Carolyn. OK?" she asked still smiling with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "Sure... um... Carolyn, I will see you tomorrow. " I turned around to leave and you know that feeling that eyes are staring at you even if you can't see them. Well, it felt like that as I walked away but surely she was back to grading papers, right? Wednesday came and it ended up being the day that changed everything for us.Why was that the pivotal day you ask? Well, the thing about an obsession, sometimes you kind of zone out because of it and the thing I didn't realize until Wednesday was that more than once Carolyn felt my eyes upon her propped up feet, even catching me out of the corner of her eye staring at them once or twice Carolyn realized my new obsession with her feet and she couldn't believe the way it made her feel. She loved it and on Wednesday she was prepared to explore this new obsession of mine a little bit further. When I waked into 3rd period Freshman English on Wednesday I have to admit to being a bit disappointed. It isn't that Carolyn didn't look cute in her red maternity top and purple stretch pants but when my eyes got to her lovely feet all I could see were the comfortable shoes and socks that she wore that day. No sandals or heels or open toed shoes of any kind and socks? That is now two layers between those sexy little feet and my wandering eyes. It looks like after school won't be as interesting as yesterday was. Oh well, I can't blame her for wanting the comfort but damn, I was so looking forward to another after school foot show. 3 PM came around and I was a little slow getting to her classroom. She had already erased the board except for a paragraph near the top I figured was there for class tomorrow morning. She sat behind the desk and exchanged good afternoons with me without even looking up. There was a stack of papers already on my desk for grading so I sat down and got started. I glanced up and saw her step stool beside her desk again, great now I will be tormented as her beautiful feet will be up relaxing and all I will see will be those black comfortable shoes. It is amazing how many papers you can grade when there is no sexy distraction at the front of the room. I was actually nearing the bottom of the stack about 20 minutes in when I noticed her kind of shifting herself towards her step stool. I didn't even want to look for fear of her noticing the disappointment on my face but she sighed loudly as she put her feet up and stretched them out in front of me. Wait a minute, I couldn't believe it, no socks , no shoes; up on the stool were two beautiful bare feet from my pregnant princess. I couldn't help myself from staring at first, which she noticed with a little smile. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind but my feet are just killing me today." Mind? Me?Are you kidding? There were many things running through my 18 year old brain at that moment but I tried to play it cool. "I don't mind." was my response as I tried to control my excitement. Those feet are amazing and I was in the perfect position to see them in all of their glory so I didn't want to blow it. I could easily glance up at any time and stare at those pretty toes without her even knowing what I was doing which is what I did as the show started. Her feet started out crossed like yesterday, those curvy delicious soles in plain view when she uncrossed them and put her right foot flat on top of her left one, slowly rubbing the top of her left foot. My dick started to grow as I shifted in my seat watching her fire engine red toes rubbing together. I tried to get back into the papers but it seemed every time I looked back after looking away she would be doing something different as next she stretched out with her feet side by side, sort of flexing them, first backwards then pointing her toes directly at me. Next she crossed them again, wiggling her delectable little toes as if she was waving at me with them, and my dick was standing at attention wanting to wave back. She started to shift again as she pulled her feet from the stool and got up from her chair. She turned around and headed to the blackboard which allowed me to stare easily with her back to me. That large round ass was shimmying a bit as she grabbed an eraser to finish off the last paragraph she had left on the board. The blackboard was a bit higher than she could reach flat footed so she stood on her tippy toes, erasing away as I lusted after the wrinkled soles of her feet in my view as her bare heel was well off the ground. She looked so amazing in this position but she was nearly finished erasing when the eraser slipped out of her left hand dropping directly on top of her left foot. A puff of chalk came up from the eraser which left a chalk mark on her pretty foot. "I am all thumbs today" she said with a laugh. She didn't wipe it off, she just headed back to her seat as I followed that chalk mark on her foot all the way back to under her desk when she asked, "Are you finished?" I snapped back to reality as she asked that, wondering if she meant my staring at her feet. What she was actually referring to was my paper grading as the last paper was in my hands. I panicked a bit, feeling as if I was caught red handed staring at her so I nervously said, "Yes, I am finished." What the hell was I thinking? If I am finished I probably will be told to leave so I tried to say something else but before I could she said "OK then, same time tomorrow?" "Yes Mrs. Garrity, I'll see you tomorrow." I said with a hint of disappointment in my voice. I stood up and slowly walked towards the door when I heard. "Dalton." I turned around in my tracks, hopeful for another assignment, anything so I could get another glance at those cute little piggies of hers. "Its Carolyn after school, remember." I nodded my head as she smiled sweetly at me. I turned again and walked out. I can't believe I was out the door. Those beautiful bare feet on full display and I cut it short. "Idiot,idiot,idiot.." was all I could say to myself as I headed to my car, wondering if I would ever see those tiny bare feet ever again. Thursday came and I was extremely anxious going into 3rd period English. She was standing behind her desk so all I could see was that she appeared to have a black dress on. That was an encouraging sign until she stepped from behind the desk and revealed a long black dress with buttons all the way down the front, no cleavage, nylons and closed toe heels. This was by far the most conservatively she had dressed all week. She either knew I was fixated on her and wanted to end the show or she had no idea at all and it was just bad luck as she was so covered up. Either way it appeared my after school fun was over before it ever really got started. I again was slow getting to her classroom as I walked in with the board completely bare and her seated behind the desk working. She barely looked up as we exchanged our "good afternoons". I sat down at my seat with only a few papers in front of me and quickly noticed her step stool was in the corner, put away for the evening so any thought I had to at least see nylon covered feet was put to rest very quickly. I started on the papers and finished quickly as there was only a few. "Where are the rest of the papers to grade?" I asked. Carolyn started looking through the stacks on her desk, fumbling through them before saying."Wow, I guess we got them all. You have been a real big help Dalton, I guess that will do it." "There are still today and Friday left this week, I want to make sure I earn that extra credit." I responded. "Don't worry," she said, "You help me greatly so the extra credit is in the bag. I decided I wasn't going to go without a fight today so I asked, "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can help you with? I will do anything." I waited for an answer with that offer of doing anything still intact but she seemed focused on what she was doing so I started to get up from my desk. "No, I can't think of anything..... unless you are interested in giving an old fat pregnant woman a foot massage." she said with a little laugh. Was she serious or was that just a joke. I wasn't sure but ever since I first saw those sexy bare feet I have been thinking with my dick so I replied the only way my dick would let me, " I don't see any old fat women here but if the lovely mother to be sitting at her desk needed a little pampering I would be happy to oblige." Those words kind of stayed out there for a minute as she seemed to be forming an answer in her head, was she considering it? " Really Dalton? because my feet are really sore so teasing me about this could be viewed as cruel and unusual punishment." Now was the time, that little opening was all I was probably going to get so if I was going to seize the day I had to be aggressive. I walked towards her step stool in the corner and grabbed it, then headed back towards her desk and sat down beside her. I patted my knee twice and replied, "Lucky for you I am a foot massage expert. Give me those aching feet." She looked up from her papers and gave me a sheepish grin, hesitated but then turned towards me, slid her chair out from her desk and faced me. My eyes lit up once again as she lifted her right foot onto my knees. The nylons and the shoes were already off and I now had her beautiful right foot resting in my lap. I was in heaven as I softly took her foot in between my hands and gingerly started to rub her instep and heel as she leaned back in her chair and smiled. I was a little nervous as even though I had done this 1000 times in my head, I had not ever given a foot massage before. I decided to go by feel and just enjoy myself. I started by rubbing her silky smooth sole with both hands, alternating from her curvy instep to her soft heel. She kind of moaned as she leaned back in her chair so I continued up her foot and started massaging her toes, giving each one my undivided attention as her moans continued. I had been massaging her foot for several minutes when she nudged me with her left foot. "This one is getting jealous." I set the right foot on my left thigh and started in on her left sole, this one was just as smooth, just as perfect. I noticed she had yet to move her right foot from my leg, in fact she was softly rubbing it along my inner thigh. My cock was now as hard as a rock and I had made the decision, if she started in on my cock I would make my move. I continued on each delectable toe of her left foot when Carolyn decided the next move would be hers. Teacher's Pet Carolyn's right foot lifted off my thigh and while she stared deep into my eyes she raised it to my face and softly tweaked my nose between her big toe and its neighbor toe saying, " You weren't kidding when you said expert. I am not sure this could get much better." "That sounds like a challenge." I replied and as her right foot went back to my lap I lifted the left to my lips and started to guide my tongue over every curve of her sexy foot. She moaned loudly in approval and I slowly licked every inch of her sole before moving up and taking her big toe entirely in my mouth. I softly kissed and sucked each of her sweet little toes, and then licked in between each toe as well. I followed suit on her right foot and this time she lowered her left foot directly on my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants. I licked every inch of those sweet soles and started on each toe, savoring the taste of my beautiful teacher's curvy feet. Carolyn continued working my cock with her talented toes."It looks like someone is enjoying this as much as I am." Carolyn said between soft moans of pleasure. "I don't think I have ever tasted anything as sweet and delicious as your toes." I responded still guiding my tongue all around her toes. "That sounds like a challenge for me this time." Carolyn said as she reluctantly pulled both of her feet from my lap and swung them around onto the floor beside me. My mind raced at where this was headed when she told me, "Make sure that door is locked sweetie." I made a beeline to the door (even though we both knew it was locked) and checked it before turning back around. I was in absolute awe as she undid the last button on her dress and let it slide off onto the ground. I walked towards her as she undid her bra and then stepped out of her panties, all the while staring at me with a seductive smile on her face. "My God, you are so beautiful Carolyn." I stammered, stopping about 3 feet in front of her just to garner another long gaze at her gorgeous naked body. Carolyn slowly lowered herself to the carpeted floor, using her dress as a cushion when she leaned against the desk, Carolyn spread her legs far apart and I knew what treat I had in store for me now. I dropped to my knees on the floor, kissed up each of her soft, shapely legs before settling in between her cream colored thighs. I licked all around this inner thigh paradise before burying my tongue in her wet pussy. Carolyn was breathing heavily and moaned even louder as I continued to feast on her tasty muff. I couldn't get enough of her sweet juices but after a couple of body quivering, toe curling orgasms her clit was extra sensitive and she grabbed my hair begging me to take a break. I reluctantly pulled away licking my lips and savoring the taste of her sweet pussy while I soaked in her beautiful naked body with my eyes. "Wow, great for the pussy baby but tough on the back. " Carolyn said still sitting on the floor. I got up quickly and helped her into her chair then knelt beside her. "You are absolutely amazing Carolyn." I said, still admiring her naked figure while she tried to catch her breath from the activities on the floor. "You are so sweet, considering......" Carolyn started to reply before I cut her off. "Stop it, no more putting yourself down. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met period, end of story. " "Not to mention the most talented." She said smiling at me. "Talented is right." I responded. "and you haven't seen anything yet sweetheart," she said back . "Take off your clothes, and I will show you what skill really is. " I was out of my clothes in just a few seconds as she got up and offered me the chair. I declined at first but she insisted as quickly figured out what she had in mind. She folded her dress twice before placing it at my feet so she could kneel down in front of me. My cock was still hard as a steel rod and she guided open my legs then slowly took my cock into her mouth. She hungrily sucked my cock , bobbing up and down in my lap before slowly pulling her mouth from my soon to be exploding dick. I figured she was trying to avoid the cum shot but then she made her way a bit lower, sucking on one ball sack and then the other. She nibbled on my balls, licked up my shaft and all around the rim before again engulfing my cock with her sweet red lips. "You might want to...uh...get up, I mean stop... I am getting ready to explode." I stammered as she sucked on my dick with even more veracity. " I am going to cum, Carolyn, I can't hold out much longer...ohhhh....I am gonna cum." She pulled her lips from my throbbing dick long enough to say "I certainly hope so sweetheart, or I am doing it wrong." She then went back to the task at hand, sucking me into oblivion when at last, I released. I shot the first load in her mouth, then the second followed by a third. By the forth shot of my warm spunk she pulled up to the tip of my dick and some of my cum overflowed down her lips to her chin. I continued to shoot out cum like a volcano, soaking my cock, my pubic hair and even my thigh. She swallowed what she had in her mouth, then as if she was starving for my juices, she lapped up all the cum I had shot. The puddle on my thigh, my soaked pubic hair and balls and even the few drops that dripped onto the chair. I again was in awe at how sexy my English teacher was. She was the perfect woman, a sweet and sexy cum swallowing sex goddess and at that very moment she was my sweet and sexy cum swallowing sex goddess. I finally got all my wits about me after such a mind blowing experience and stood up, taking her hand and led her to her chair. I asked if she was ok and she smiled wide. "I have never been this OK in my life Dalton sweetie." "Me too Carolyn, you are absolutely perfect." I replied as I handed her the dress to wrap around her before kneeling next to her, my head resting on her bare leg. We sat there for about 20 minutes, her stroking my hair while I played with her sexy bare foot. We talked about our lives; her and her ex, the plans for the baby and my tough times in school due to moving across the country right before my senior year. I had never felt this close to someone, this intimate. It was the greatest afternoon of my life. "We better get going, we have been here awhile my sweet man." Carolyn whispered to me. "I know, it is just hard to leave, I mean this has been the best day of my life." I replied. "You are a sweetheart." she said as she stroked my face, " but the best day of your life? "Are you kidding, everything about it has been perfect. You are amazing." I said with conviction. "It has been great my dear Dalton but I must admit I do have one regret." Carolyn said in a seemingly serious tone. "Regret? I know all of the obstacles but I hate that you have regret." I said as I looked into eyes with a serious look on my face. "Obstacles?" she asked. "Yeah, you know the age difference, teacher and student, the baby." I answered. "No sweetie, those aren't obstacles or regrets." She said with a devilish smile on her face. "Those things will work themselves out, I am talking about a real honest to goodness regret despite how wonderful this has been so far." "Are you not going to tell me what it is?" I asked. "I could tell you or maybe you can help me make sure that regret is gone." she offered back with an even bigger mischievous grin . I have to admit, I didn't have a clue what she was talking about and she was having a ball teasing me about it. "You know I will help in any way I can. I want no regrets from either of us." "As a matter of fact, I kind of thought this may have been a regret of yours as well." She teased, her smile getting bigger as the puzzled look grew on my face. "Come on, tell me what it is we regret, maybe I can help." Carolyn turned towards me in her chair and planted her tiny foot in my chest and push me back a little. She started playing with my chest hair with her toes before saying, "I am not sure you are up to it." Finally getting a bit of a clue, I smiled saying,"You know I am up for anything." "Lets see, maybe if I help you then you can help me." Carolyn whispered seductively, dropping her one foot to my cock, which was starting to grow again as her other foot slid onto it as well. My gorgeous teacher than cupped her silky soft feet around my dick and stroked it slowly, rubbing her feet on my balls and cock until I was rock hard once again. "That's my sweetie, I knew you had it in you to help me out." I moaned a little as she moved that pretty little foot to my chest again and guided me to my back on the carpet."You see, my only regret my handsome prince..." Carolyn explained as she stood up, dropped her dress on the chair and straddled my naked body ".....is that I didn't get to feel you inside of me." "We wouldn't want any regrets at all, now would we?" I replied with anticipation. The school turns down the A.C at night and the room was getting hotter and stickier which only added to the heat between us. Carolyn slowly lowered herself onto me, grabbing my throbbing dick with her hand and guiding it into her moist pussy. The feeling of pure ecstasy as her sweet pussy lips engulfed my cock was overwhelming and by the look on her face, it was overwhelming to us both. She started to ease back and forth a bit, slowly up and down as we started off slowly. She looked beautiful, bobbing up and down on top of me, her nipples were as hard as my cock on her huge round tits, sweat forming between them, The sweat then would trickle down to her protruding belly which rubbed in my pubic hair as she started to ride me a little harder. I grabbed her hips with my hands, helping to steady her as she was getting wilder and wilder, driving me deeper and deeper inside of her soaking wet pussy. We were both moaning loudly now as Carolyn was fucking me so hard, her feet curled up under my legs and clamped onto them in order to drive my rod even deeper inside her. I couldn't hold back anymore, I wanted to cum inside her so much as she felt so good mounted on my cock, bouncing up and down, her tits bouncing, her belly slapping my pubic hair, her sweat dripping on me and her feet digging into my leg. I couldn't believe I had another load in me but did I ever. I shot my cum deep inside her and she let out a half scream as she came at the same time, feeling my throbbing dick explode in her pussy. We were both out of breath, sweating and absolutely spent so I helped guide her softly to the floor as she laid on her side with me wrapping my arms around her from behind. We just stayed there for about 5 minutes but what perfect minutes they were as her hands held mine, guiding me as I tenderly rubbed her stomach in an act of intimacy neither of us planned on even as our lust overwhelmed us earlier that afternoon. We didn't say much as we slowly collected ourselves and got dressed. Before leaving the school, we shared one last hug followed by the tenderest most intense kiss of my life. I watched her drive off standing by the side of the building so no one would see us leaving together. As I drove home, I had visions of our romantic get togethers on the weekends until the end of the school year followed by an open relationship after my graduation. I had it all planned out in my head but as I look back now, I think I knew in my heart those were just fantasies. The reason she said the obstacles would take care of themselves was that she already had resigned from school effective at the end of the school day. I would like to say I understood why she left to go live with her sister; she would have help raising the baby, she would be away from her ex and she wouldn't be tempted to let me get even closer and be put in a situation a 18 year old wasn't equipped to handle. I was high school kid though, so the next few months were hell as I tried to understand why this woman I "loved" would leave me with no explanation. I did get over it of course, once college started, but she would never be completely forgotten as she influenced the way I looked at and treated women the rest of my life. She was my first love, my first fuck, my first many things and the only thing I regretted at the time was that I would never see her again to thank her for all she had done for me. Thankfully though, I did see her again about 27 years later and she still looked amazing and.....well, that's another wild wonderful story all together. Teacher's Pet Note: To avoid getting in trouble with literotica again, this story is about a college student, not a high school student, thus all characters in this story are over eighteen. Also, this story has nothing to do with my other story with 'pet' in the title. I just seem to like that word. For anyone who did read this story, this is a bit softer. Though I am such a masochist that I'm not sure I know what soft and hard is anymore. Enjoy, and feedback is appreciated. * Andrew, or Professor Kennard as he was usually referred to at school, let his eyes wander over the class of college students in front of him. They were writing an essay, and they all looked utterly concentrated except for one of them. He smiled slightly, only getting away with this because no one was actually looking in his direction, apart from the most striking one of his students, the beautiful dark haired boy that had stood out to him from the very first day of school, even in the crowd of hundreds of freshmen. He also happened to be the student who was currently the least concentrated out of all of them, shifting around in his chair somewhat, and every now and then looking up at his teacher, almost with a sense of desperation in his eyes. Andrew was the only person in the room who knew of the boy's discomfort, and most importantly, the only one who knew the reason for it. The reason happened to be that the boy was writing the essay with his left hand, while he had written with his right hand all of his life and had never done otherwise until about fifty minutes ago. The cause of this was that his other hand was chained to his desk. And the very fact that this was his doing, made Andrew glad that he had a teacher's desk in front of him to hide his crotch behind. It was almost embarrassing, the fact that it made his cock jump like he was some horny teenage boy. He had dated quite a few submissives in his life and had even had a couple of slaves before, but the power had never made him feel quite like this before. Perhaps it was because he'd never been with someone so young and beautiful before, or maybe it was because of the environment being so forbidden. He knew that he wasn't supposed to do these things with one of his students, especially right there in school, but he couldn't possibly help himself. Meanwhile, Damian was definitely struggling. Not being able to use his right hand, the words he was attempting to write were coming out as vague scribbling, and because he was worrying about whether his essay would even be readable in the first place, he couldn't concentrate on the essay itself. He was just about to look up at the clock in panic, when he heard a familiar cough. "Alright everybody, put your pens down. Leave your essays on your desks, I will collect them myself." Damian tried to scribble down some more words, but it was useless. With a sigh, he put down his pen and waited for the others to leave the classroom. But his friend Chris who had been sitting in front of him, turned around while grabbing his bag. "Aren't you coming? You know how Mr. Burke gets when we're late for his class." "I...I need to..." Damian stuttered, trying to think of a reason for not being able to get up, but he was interrupted by his teacher. "I need to speak to you about something, Damian," Andrew said casually. "I'll write a note to your next teacher." Damian nodded and Chris shrugged. "Okay then, see you later." As Chris left the room, Andrew walked over to the door and locked it behind him. They were alone now. Looking up with obedient yet such seemingly innocent eyes, Damian didn't dare to speak. "Well, well..." Andrew drawled out in a low voice. "I suppose I should look over your essay now, shouldn't I..." "If you want to, Sir," Damian said softly, looking down at the piece of paper with his miserable essay written on it. He watched his teacher's hand as the man grasped the sheet of paper between his thumb and index finger, and lifted it from the desk. While he read it, Damian kept looking down, concentrating on the lines in the wood of the desk, afraid to see the expression on his teacher's face. He knew it would be either disappointment or anger. But about a minute later, instead of hearing the raised, angry voice that he had excepted, he felt a hand gently lifting his chin. "Look at me," his teacher said softly. Damian looked up, into a pair of loving blue eyes. "You are my best student, I have told you this before. I think both of us know that you can do better than this." "Yes Sir, but I was having trouble con -" A smack on his cheek stopped Damian from finishing his sentence. He gasped at the stinging feeling, then closed his eyes as his cheek started to tingle pleasantly. "I'm sorry Sir." "That's right. No making excuses. You know why I'm putting you through these tests, don't you Damian?" Damian bit on his lip for a second. "To make me a better student, Sir." Andrew started to undo the end of the chain that was attached to Damian's desk. "Right. And what else? Put both your hands on the table," he added. As Damian quickly obeyed, his other wrist was cuffed and the chain was attached to it. He didn't have to think about his answer for a long time. He had been trained to not only give all the right answers, but to know that they were true. "To make me a better student Sir, and to make me a useful and good slut and slave for you Sir, and to make me a better and stronger individual all together." His head was petted, confirming that he had given the right answer. "That's right. Beautifully put as well," Damian's teacher spoke contently, then added with a small chuckle: "I only wish you tried that hard when it comes to your homework." He paused. "You know I do all this because I care about you, right?" "Yes Sir," Damian said with a small smile. "I know that, Sir." "Good." Andrew's voice sounded more strict now. "Then pull down your pants and bend over the desk." Damian blinked, then looked at the door. He knew it was locked, but he still couldn't help the uneasy feeling that was creeping up on him. "Right here Sir?" That comment earned him a slap on his ass, through his jeans. "Of course, right here. The door is locked, no one is going to come in." When Damian still seemed hesitant, a sigh followed. "Listen Damian, do you trust me?" "Of course Sir," Damian whispered, speaking nothing but the truth. "Completely." "Then do me a favour," the teacher said while leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to Damian's neck. "Pull down those pants and show me that cute butt of yours." Hardly able to suppress a giggle but with slightly reddening cheeks, Damian stood up straight and fumbled with his zipper for a moment. His hands were bound relatively loosely so that he could still use them both. After unzipping his fly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down at the same time as his jeans. He spread his legs as much as the jeans around his ankles would allow him, and bent over the desk. Andrew's warm body left his and Damian was left standing there, wondering what was happening. But he knew that if he'd turn around to see what the other man was doing, it would seem like he had no trust in him, and he had definitely learned to not send that message. So he stood there and let his curiosity eat away at him. Soon he heard his teacher fumble around with his bag, probably taking something out of it. Then there was a small period of silence again, apart from some footsteps. "Hold on to the desk," the teacher said shortly. Then the first stroke hit Damian's ass, and he gasped, more from surprise than from pain, because the first one was never that tough. He realized it was a cane that he was being hit with. With each stroke, it was starting to sting more. As usual, Damian lost track of whether this was because of the strokes getting harder or because of the sensation piling up on his skin. As he closed his eyes, he also lost track of time and place. Harder and harder, around twenty of them, until he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out. He was a masochist, but his teacher, his Master, he knew how to walk that line between pleasure and pain and just pure pain. Then it was over. Damian only now realized how heavily he was breathing, and how his body was covered in goosebumps. "Thank you Sir," he whispered, almost unable to produce a sound. A single tear caused by the sheer feeling of release rolled down his cheek. The hands that had been so rough with him just now, were now gentle, stroking the skin of his butt cheeks, heating it up and cooling it down at the same time. Suddenly out of nowhere, a slick finger entered him. Damian gasped and pushed back against the finger, not caring anymore that he was in the middle of a semi-public place. He wanted to be fucked so badly. As a second and a third finger were added, slowly fucking and stretching him, he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Please Sir..." Abruptly the fingers left his body, making him feel empty and afraid that he had spoiled his chance at getting fucked. "You want me to fuck you that badly, eh?" His teacher chuckled. "Beg me some more. I know you can do better than that." Damian groaned in frustration. "Please fuck me Sir, I need you inside me so badly... I can't..." he gasped and grabbed the desk even tighter as his teacher's hard cock entered him, slowly thrusting in and out. "Oh yesssss...." He hissed quietly, but not quietly enough to not be heard. It earned him another slap on his already glowing ass. "What was that?" Damian bit his lip. "I mean, thank you Sir....thank you..." He rested his head on the desk and just let the feeling of pure ecstasy overtake him as he got fucked harder and faster. He wasn't sure how long it was before a large hand wrapped around his erection and started to stroke up and down. "I want you to make that desk nice and dirty for me. Can you do that? Do you want it?" "Yes Sir," Damian moaned. He was now also beyond the point of caring about what evidence was left behind from their encounter. If anything, it excited him. His teacher's thrusts into him were speeding up and the hand on his cock was now starting to match that pace. It didn't take long before he was getting painfully close to his orgasm. "May I come Sir?" He panted. "Yes, you may." Damian let himself go completely now, not caring how many people in the building could hear him come as he spilled his seed all over the desk. Only moments later he felt his teacher's semen filling him up as well. Damian wished that he could stay like that forever, his body trembling with pleasure and his Master deep inside of him, hips pressed against Damian's painfully striped butt cheeks. But a few quiet moments later, the other man pulled out of him and sat down on the chair that Damian had been sitting on earlier, writing his essay. "Come here," he breathed, and pulled his student onto his lap. Damian felt the skin of his butt burn as he sat down, but the feeling of curling up against his Master's sweaty body made up for it. He rested his head on the man's broad shoulder, feeling more comfortable than ever, completely forgetting that he was in the school building still. His Master's lips covered his own, starting a long kiss, after Damian had uttered a final and incredibly grateful, "Thank you Sir." Teacher's Pet I strode into the classroom and a silence fell over the class. The six formers were always much better behaved than the other years and the class sizes were much smaller as well which made it easier to keep control of the room. I should point out at this point that I teach at an extremely exclusive Catholic all girls school, a school where apparently the requirement's for getting in are apparently rich parents and to be utterly, utterly gorgeous. Which, added to the uniforms they wear that do very little to cover much at all in the way of delicious female flesh not to mention the fact that the girls aren't allowed male company of any sort (I'm the only male teacher on staff – and that's only because I am an outstanding teacher) means I'm pretty much a walking hard on 24/7 and worse, they know it. The group of students I was about to start teaching were impeccably behaved. That is with the exception of one girl, Emily Moore, who had a tendency towards disobedience. She is not only a disruptive student she also happens to be one of the best looking girls in the school. Added to that is the fact that she feels it necessary to alter her uniform when she arrives at my lesson. Her already short skirt disappears up her thighs and her shirt is unbuttoned to display plenty of cleavage. She knows what effect it has on me and she knows I can't do a thing about it. She was sat there talking to one of her friends as I shuffled my books on the desk, trying to hint to her that I wanted to start the period's lesson. "Emily!" I shouted. She jumped and turned round unapologetically. "Yes, sir?" "So good of you to join us Miss Moore" "Was what you were talking about important?" "I was just wondering what size your cock was sir" This cause a ripple of snickering to go around the classroom and even some gasps that she would be so brazen. I immediately turned beet red but quickly regained my composure. "None of your business Miss Moore. You're here to learn not to gossip" "Yes, sir" she said, batting her eyelids at me, irony dripping from her voice. Now that everyone's heads were facing the same direction I began the lesson. I wrote today's lesson plan on the board in pen. It was Human Anatomy, specifically the human reproductive cycle. I could hear them snickering again, already. "So, what happened? Spill..." Emily whispered. "I don't know I can't remember much after the third round of Jager bombs" Nikki replied. "I know, I was pretty plastered too. I managed to get back into the dorm before anyone noticed though" Emily hissed, giggling. "Hey, we should stop talking now, Mr Burton is here" Nikki urged, trying her best to stare intently to the front. "Screw him. Can't you remember anything?" Emily pleaded. "Emily!" I shouted. Emily pretended to jump and turned round unapologetically. "Yes, sir?" "So good of you to join us Miss Moore. Was what you were talking about important?" "I was just wondering what size your cock was sir" This cause a ripple of snickering to go around the classroom and even some gasps that she would be so brazen. Emily smiled to herself as she saw her teacher turn beet red. "Then pay attention please. You're here to learn not to gossip" "Yes, sir" she said, batting her eyelids at me, irony dripping from her voice. She could feel herself getting aroused though. She did so love to be told what to do. It was then that she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers and began to wonder if he didn't enjoy telling her what to do as much as she enjoyed being told. I made it through the lesson intact, well physically anyway. 20 absolutely gorgeous girls in Catholic schoolgirl uniforms giggling, their pert, firm breasts bouncing with every inhale and exhale of breath does very little to get rid of a raging hard on. "Time to hand in your homework for marking girls" Each girl stopped in front of my desk, depositing their homework on the way out of the class and saying their goodbyes. Last in the line was Emily. I looked up from the paperwork I was doing when it was obvious she had no homework to hand in. "Homework Emily?" I asked, knowing full well the answer. This wasn't the first time she'd forgotten to do homework. She's normally got the sense to try and copy off one of her friend's homework in the lesson. "I forgot to do it, sir" Emily replied, grinning. "There's no thing for it then. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you after school detention. It is now..." I glanced at the clock above my whiteboard. "It is now half past three. You are to report back to this classroom at half past four on the dot. Is that clear?" "Yes sir." She replied, trying her best to maintain her composure as her panties became sodden with the juices flowing her pussy. "That will be all. You can go now" Emily shot from the room, conscious that a trickle of her juices was flowing down the inside of her thigh. I checked the time, it was just coming upto half four. I turned my chair round to face the door into the classroom, fully expecting her to show up late or not at all. Thirty seconds later she strolled in, slightly out of breath and with her cheeks slightly flushed but she was two minutes early. "Take a seat please, Emily" I instructed her. Emily took a seat in the middle of the front row. "What do you want me to do sir?" I want you to sit there and not say a thing. Emily felt her pussy become wet again. She'd masturbated to climax twice since the end of the lesson and she was still horny as hell. "Yes sir." She replied, obediently. After about ten minutes I looked up to check on her and notice she'd undone more buttons of her shirt and taken her tie off. I ignored it as she probably wanted me to say something and went back to my marking, now with another raging hard on from getting a look at the bra she had on underneath, refusing to believe she paraded around in lingerie all day. Emily watched him go back to his marking and was disappointed. Oh well, she thought, time to go to plan B... I looked up again fifteen minutes later and drew a breath as this erection just got harder. Emily was now sat there in her underwear and there wasn't very much of that. She looked fantastic and it was taking all of my control not to hop the desk and take her right there and then. Well, Emily thought to herself if he won't make the first move, looks like I'll have to. I heard the scraping of a chair being pushed out and looked up to see Emily sauntering towards the front of the classroom. I watched her pause and bend down to slide her panties off her leg and managed to put my hand upto catch them as she threw them at me, just inches from my nose and I caught the whiff of arousal. That broke down the last shred of self control I had left and I rose quickly from the chair and jumped the desk. Emily watched with excitement as the object of her lust caught her panties and jumped the desk and strode towards her. I made it to where Emily was now stood, her bra now the only shred of clothing she had left and that was quickly unhooked and shucked to the floor, her magnificent breasts now open to the relatively cold air of the classroom, her nipples hard like diamonds. I pressed my mouth to hers, our tongues entangling as they fought for control. My hands slid down her back, squeezing and kneading her arse and hearing her enthusiastic moans in response. I broke the kiss. "You get off on being told what to do, don't you?" "Yes, sir" she replied, biting her lip. "Put your skirt back on" "Yes, sir" she replied, turning to look me in the eye as she bent down to collect the garment from where it was on the floor by the desk. She held it in her hands as she stepped into it and dragged it up her legs as I watched, hard with the anticipation. She fastened the skirt and adjusted it, rolling it up slightly so it barely covered her arse. "Stand in front of the desk, legs shoulder width apart, palms flat on the desk in front of you" "Yes, sir" she replied as she did as she was told, the smell of her arousal now overpowering every other smell in the room. I walked up behind her and slid my hand up her inner thigh to her pussy which was already dripping wet. I slipped two fingers inside her and she shuddered slightly. "Oh sir. Please take me" she moaned, her legs shaking from the arousal. I unzipped my fly, extracted my cock from my boxers and stepped behind her, my hand on the middle of her back pressing her down flat on the my desk. "This is what you want isn't it Emily? Say it..." "I want your cock inside me, sir. Please give it to me. I need it so bad" My cock now throbbing, I placed it at the entrance to her pussy, eliciting a sigh from her gorgeous mouth. I pushed forward, inch after inch disappearing inside her till she had taken all of me. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting at a slow and steady pace, each and every thrust causing her to moan louder and louder then begin to scream as the tempo and power of my thrusts increased. I felt my balls tingle as my climax approached. "Are you close to cumming for me Emily?" I hissed, my thrusting never slowing. "Ye.....yes......si....sir......." she managed, as her whole body shook from the seeing to I was giving her. The table getting closer and closer to the whiteboard at the front of the class room. "Oh....sir....I'm.......so cl....cl....close..... Oo...ooo...ooooh...Je..sus....I'm.... cum.......ming...sir......" she cried, her whole body shaking and convulsing as the her orgasm ripped through her 20 year old body. While she still shuddering from her own orgasm, I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her off my desk, I put her on her knees in front of me and a couple of strokes later I came all over her face, the look of horror mixing with one of arousal as the two fought for control of her facial muscles. I pocketed her panties, zipped up my fly and headed for the door. I turned just before leaving and asked her if she was still wondering how big my cock was. She obediently replied no sir, the look of arousal now painted on her face and decorated in cum. I left her to get cleaned up. I'm looking forward to the next time she forgets her homework. I can't think why. Teacher's Pet Her heels clicking along the pavement were the only sound in the still, dark night. She instinctively tightened her knee length black coat around her torso tighter and folded her arms firmly underneath her breasts. She let out a long, deep breath she hadn't realised she had been holding and it came out so foggy and thick it looked like cigarette smoke. Seeing this made her shiver some more and she knew it was because she was wearing so little under her coat. She felt chilled to the bone but she knew it was way more than the cold weather. It was her fear and that deep down thrill she was feeling at the late night visit she was springing on him. She had followed him home one night after a lecture, so she knew where he lived, she also knew he lived with his sister and her husband but he had told their class earlier today they were out of town for the week. Perfect time to show up and show him what a man she thought he was. She had a heart flop imagining the worst- him turning her away and she told herself she was a hot, desirable young woman, why would he knock that back? Besides, he wore purple socks in class a lot, purple means sexually frustrated she told herself to motivate her on to face up to this mission. She had wanted this a long, long time and nothing was standing in her way now. As she approached his house, she slowed her walk to a turtle pace. She realised she was also holding her breath; she took a deep breath and released it, squared her shoulders and walked up his front path. He must have recently been watering the garden; it had that deep damp earthy smell. She breathed in the smell she usually found pleasant and wondered if she herself would be damp soon. She shuffled up to the front door, flicked her long dark curls around and fluffed them up a bit. She ran her hands down her body, doing a mental check on her appearance. No time for mirrors here. Her long manicured nails found the doorbell and she gave it a very deliberate and determined push. As she waited for him to open the door, she wasn't entirely sure how to arrange herself for his first impression of her on his doorstep. One arm up against the wall, her hip sticking out? Her back against the wall one leg up and curled against the wall, her sharp spikes at the end of her heels up against the wall? In the end, she didn't have time because the door was opening wider and wider before her eyes. She knew she looked flustered and stupid and contemplated running far away and fast but his slow appreciative smile stopped her in her tracks, froze her in her spot. "Ashley," He crooned, his eyes sweeping up and down her body. "Professor." Ashley managed in a husky tone, courtesy of the frog that had made itself at home in her throat but she hoped it passed for sensual. "To what do I owe this lovely pleasure on this lonely night?" He raised one eyebrow and slightly smirked. Ashley knew he would fuck her. "I knew you were alone." She said, batting her heavily painted eyelashes at him. "Well, you better come in from the cold." He said to her feigning hospitality. Ashley nodded and stepped her black stiletto heels over the threshold. He shut the door firmly behind them and locked it. "I like your fishnet stockings." He smiled. "If you like them, you are going to love the rest of what I'm wearing." Ashley challenged. "Challenge accepted, show me." He said in such a sexy and demanding voice with an authoritative undertone that Ashley felt herself getting a bit wet in her panties already. She threw off her coat to reveal the fishnet stockings he already knew she was wearing, a short frilly skirt that was silky and pink and barely covered her womanly area and a bright pink corset, so tight one would wonder how she managed to breath in it, of course her tits were oozing out of the top of the corset. He was silent; Ashley hoped he was admiring the view. She took a very deliberate step towards him, and smiled uncertainly. She shook her hair out, and sucked on her finger, slow and deep while maintaining eye contact with him. "You're asking for trouble Ashley." He said in a low, throaty voice. She had never seen his face so dead serious. "Wouldn't come here looking for anything else." She said simply with a shrug of her shoulders. He took two quick strides towards her and crushed her to him; he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes for a moment. "Fuck me." She pleaded. "You'll be sorry you said that." He said with a wicked glint in his eye. "I'm never sorry." She challenged, cupping his growing dick in her hand and squeezing hard enough to make him groan but not hard enough to cause him pain. He let her continue to squeeze, enjoying the sensation, she enjoyed the look of pleasure on his face and his dick getting bigger and bigger, she almost giggled out loud in delight at the thought of having his big dick inside of her. "You like to suck cock?" He asked her, stroking her neck and collarbone. "For you, anything." She breathed and with that, he unzipped his fly and stepped out of his jeans, he pulled down his boxer shorts and let her take in the sight. She wrapped her hand determinedly around his shaft and put her mouth over his knob and started to suck, slowly and gently at first and increasing the speed and intensity. She cupped his balls and squeezed his shaft firmly, pulling his foreskin over his knob he moaned in pure pleasure which urged her on. She loved turning him on and it turned her on more as a result. She licked and sucked at his balls, and returned to his cock getting excited at the prospect of him blowing in her mouth. Without warning, he blew his big load all over her throat, lips and nose and she swallowed what she could. He pointed out the bathroom to her, and she clicked along the hall in her heels and lingerie. Once inside the bathroom, she let out an excited breath! She had had his penis! In her mouth! She quickly washed her face and throat and dried off with a towel hanging loosely on the rail. She had hoped there was more playing to come. When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed he wasn't where he had been a moment ago. Oh no, was this her que to go? "In the kitchen." He called out. She noticed the square of light coming from up ahead, the opposite end of the hall to where she had come in. She walked towards it hesitantly. And there he was in the kitchen, pouring them a glass of scotch, on the rocks each. "Thought you might want a different taste in your mouth." He said, gesturing towards her glass. She smiled and walked over to the bench to take a generous sip, it burnt her mouth. "I liked the taste." She said, raising her eyebrows in a flirty gesture. "You were so fucking good at that." He said turning serious again and stepping towards her. He grabbed a bunch of her hair inside his fist. "I want to repay you." He said in a low, determined voice and without warning he crouched down and ripped her little frilly skirt from her body and pulled down her fishnet stockings. She only worried for a brief moment that she now had to walk home practically naked but his hands on her body made her forget. He ripped her panties in two without so much as an effort and threw them across the kitchen. He sighed in appreciation at her mound and stuck two fingers inside of her and moved them around forcefully, she cried out in both pleasure and pain, she couldn't get enough of this, never wanted him to stop and then he took his fingers out and licked up the slit towards her clit, she thought she might scream or fall over, he seemed to sense this and coaxed her down on the floor. He then licked her clit with just the right amount of pressure and dug his face in deep; she bucked and groaned, feeling little bursts of pleasure resulting in tingly hands and feet. The pins and needles spread up her arm and up her legs, making her feel on fire she cried out as she orgasmed over and over , she thrust her pussy into his face as she continued to cry out and deeply moan in pleasure she had never known before. And she hadn't even got to the sex yet... After riding more waves of pleasure, she lifted her head to see his face in-between her legs still eagerly licking her insides. "Is your cock ready for me yet?" She panted. He looked up and winked at her. She was delighted to see it looking very hard and very ready. She sat up and pushed him down on the floor. She straddled him, and reached for the condom in her coat jacket, after sliding it on his throbbing dick she eased it inside of her. They both sighed in complete ecstasy and she started to ride him energetically, he pulled her tits out of the corset as best he could and they bounced with each thrust. He lifted his head up to suck on her right nipple and she cried out in pleasure and thrust harder. He wanted to fuck her so much harder he couldn't stand the feeling of want she brought out in him, he grabbed her and manoeuvred her so that now he was on top and he ploughed deep and hard into her. She screamed out at the top of her lungs for more and harder and he obliged. She knew it was possible she may not be able to walk well after this but she didn't care, she just wanted more. She drew her legs up and crossed them over his back, her heels still firmly on. She scratched his back to the point of drawing blood and it just made him fuck her harder and deeper. She was screaming and panting so much she could barely recognise herself. He came so violently and with a deep throaty groan that it caused her to smile the widest smile she could ever remember. He collapsed in a heap on top of her. "Let me know when you're ready to go again." She said cheekily. "You're kidding right?" He asked her, too tired to even lift his head. "I never kid, get that cock hard again and fuck me until the sun comes up." She said as she massaged his back sensually while he still lay on top of her, between her moist and sweaty legs. He smiled and kissed her deeply and roughly. "How about we take a shower?" He suggested. She grinned as a way of response and let him carry her into the bathroom where she intended to continue this fuck-fest until morning, at the very least. Teacher's Pet I am passionate about teaching, but find that lecturing to my freshman intro to biology class is sheer torture. The students sit in the lecture hall, bored and disdainful, while I pointlessly try to introduce them to the joys of the cell or photosynthesis. It has gotten to the point that I pretty much dread going to this class. Yet, in the middle of the semester, I was given an inspiring treat by one of my students. All semester long, I had noticed this quiet, yet stunningly beautiful co-ed, who always sat in the front row. Since the class was filled with slackers and unmotivated freshmen, she was the only student in the front row. Even if she had been surrounded by her peers, I would have noticed her. She had long auburn hair, which she always wore loose, so that it flowed around her voluptuous breasts. It almost seemed like her hair was caressing and teasing her firm, ripe nipples through her tight fitted shirts. Her sleek thighs were always minimally covered by a short skirt, reminiscent of the pleated uniform skirts she must have worn in grammar school. She somehow managed to show lots of skin, but never any of the skin that I so desperately wanted to see. While I was lecturing during one of the classes, I happened to glance over at my front-row student. Generally, she was attentive and engrossed with taking notes on whatever I was saying, but today, she seemed a bit distracted. Her pen sat unused on her notebook and she had her hands in her lap. As always, I let my eyes wander up her legs, which today were slightly spread. Of course, I had to let my gaze linger in hopes of a peek of something hidden. That was when I noticed that one of her hands had slid up her inner thigh. I quickly looked up and continued lecturing, hoping that she had not been aware of my attention. My eyes drifted back to her. Her hand was now between her legs. She was not wearing any underwear, so as her legs spread further apart to allow her hand full access, I was able to see her juicy, shaved pussy. She was already highly aroused, as evidenced by the glistening dampness of her folds. Her fingers slid into her tight hole, getting wet and slick. She began to gently and slowly rub her swollen clit. Her nipples hardened, becoming clearly visible through her shirt. The motion of her hand began firmer as she became more excited. Her face glowed with a slight sheen of sweat as pleasure began to radiate through her body. She gently bit her lip to suppress any sounds that might escape her. I could barely take my eyes off of her. I wanted to watch her every move, watch her hand explore her wet pussy, watch her eyes lose focus as she neared her climax, watch soft her hair tease her nipples. As her fingers began to move faster and faster, she let her head tilt back and her body slide down ever so slightly in her chair. She slid her fingers deep into her pussy, slowly and carefully penetrating herself over and over. My gaze slide up her body, so that I could watch her face melt with the bliss of her almost orgasm. I started in shock, when her heavily-lidded eyes met with mine. The corners of her luscious mouth turned up in a slight smile, as she unobtrusively let one hand glide across her breast. I stood behind my lecture podium, feeling my cock press harder and harder against the fabric of my pants. In desperation, I looked at the clock and realized that class was nearly over. Rather than try to hide my rapidly growing problem, I decided to dismiss class early. As the other students bustled out of the lecture hall, the girl in the front row remained seated, her hand still working her dripping cunt. Her movements had slowed down, as though she was trying to forestall her inevitable climax, as though she was waiting for a small bit of privacy for her release. The doors of the lecture hall slammed shut, echoing across the now silent room. We were the only two people left. I continued to stand awkwardly behind the podium, unsure of what to do next. I did not want to disturb her, but I desperately wanted to touch her and pleasure her. I began rubbing my cock through my pants, stroking up and down the shaft, teasing the tip. She closed her eyes and spread her legs even wider apart. Her fingers began to speed up again; her breath began to quicken and her thighs began to quiver. A very low quiet moan escaped her lips as her pussy began to tremble under her expert touch. Suddenly, her entire body tightened as she climaxed. She threw her head back as her cunt throbbed and spasmed. Juice dripped out of her and ran down her shivering thighs. She relaxed as the orgasm began to subside and her breathing returned to normal. While I watched her cum, I had been stroking my dick faster and faster, getting perilously close to orgasming myself. I was just getting the nerve to approach her, when she picked up her notebook and shoved it quickly into her bag. I stood helpless behind my podium as she stood up, adjusted her skirt and smiled. Before turning and walking out of the lecture hall, she looked me straight in the eye and thanked me for such an engaging class. Teacher's Pet I am passionate about teaching, but find that lecturing to my freshman intro to biology class is sheer torture. The students sit in the lecture hall, bored and disdainful, while I pointlessly try to introduce them to the joys of the cell or photosynthesis. It has gotten to the point that I pretty much dread going to this class. Yet, in the middle of the semester, I was given an inspiring treat by one of my students. All semester long, I had noticed this quiet, yet stunningly beautiful co-ed, who always sat in the front row. Since the class was filled with slackers and unmotivated freshmen, she was the only student in the front row. Even if she had been surrounded by her peers, I would have noticed her. She had long auburn hair, which she always wore loose, so that it flowed around her voluptuous breasts. It almost seemed like her hair was caressing and teasing her firm, ripe nipples through her tight fitted shirts. Her sleek thighs were always minimally covered by a short skirt, reminiscent of the pleated uniform skirts she must have worn in grammar school. She somehow managed to show lots of skin, but never any of the skin that I so desperately wanted to see. While I was lecturing during one of the classes, I happened to glance over at my front-row student. Generally, she was attentive and engrossed with taking notes on whatever I was saying, but today, she seemed a bit distracted. Her pen sat unused on her notebook and she had her hands in her lap. As always, I let my eyes wander up her legs, which today were slightly spread. Of course, I had to let my gaze linger in hopes of a peek of something hidden. That was when I noticed that one of her hands had slid up her inner thigh. I quickly looked up and continued lecturing, hoping that she had not been aware of my attention. My eyes drifted back to her. Her hand was now between her legs. She was not wearing any underwear, so as her legs spread further apart to allow her hand full access, I was able to see her juicy, shaved pussy. She was already highly aroused, as evidenced by the glistening dampness of her folds. Her fingers slid into her tight hole, getting wet and slick. She began to gently and slowly rub her swollen clit. Her nipples hardened, becoming clearly visible through her shirt. The motion of her hand began firmer as she became more excited. Her face glowed with a slight sheen of sweat as pleasure began to radiate through her body. She gently bit her lip to suppress any sounds that might escape her. I could barely take my eyes off of her. I wanted to watch her every move, watch her hand explore her wet pussy, watch her eyes lose focus as she neared her climax, watch soft her hair tease her nipples. As her fingers began to move faster and faster, she let her head tilt back and her body slide down ever so slightly in her chair. She slid her fingers deep into her pussy, slowly and carefully penetrating herself over and over. My gaze slide up her body, so that I could watch her face melt with the bliss of her almost orgasm. I started in shock, when her heavily-lidded eyes met with mine. The corners of her luscious mouth turned up in a slight smile, as she unobtrusively let one hand glide across her breast. I stood behind my lecture podium, feeling my cock press harder and harder against the fabric of my pants. In desperation, I looked at the clock and realized that class was nearly over. Rather than try to hide my rapidly growing problem, I decided to dismiss class early. As the other students bustled out of the lecture hall, the girl in the front row remained seated, her hand still working her dripping cunt. Her movements had slowed down, as though she was trying to forestall her inevitable climax, as though she was waiting for a small bit of privacy for her release. The doors of the lecture hall slammed shut, echoing across the now silent room. We were the only two people left. I continued to stand awkwardly behind the podium, unsure of what to do next. I did not want to disturb her, but I desperately wanted to touch her and pleasure her. I began rubbing my cock through my pants, stroking up and down the shaft, teasing the tip. She closed her eyes and spread her legs even wider apart. Her fingers began to speed up again; her breath began to quicken and her thighs began to quiver. A very low quiet moan escaped her lips as her pussy began to tremble under her expert touch. Suddenly, her entire body tightened as she climaxed. She threw her head back as her cunt throbbed and spasmed. Juice dripped out of her and ran down her shivering thighs. She relaxed as the orgasm began to subside and her breathing returned to normal. While I watched her cum, I had been stroking my dick faster and faster, getting perilously close to orgasming myself. I was just getting the nerve to approach her, when she picked up her notebook and shoved it quickly into her bag. I stood helpless behind my podium as she stood up, adjusted her skirt and smiled. Before turning and walking out of the lecture hall, she looked me straight in the eye and thanked me for such an engaging class. Teacher's Pet Those insatiable and overendowed familial fuckers Hilda and Henry Humper star in: "Teacher's Pet" Written by Dr. Mojo Edited by Victor C. Nathan "Okay, students," Hilda Humper said with her trademark lilt and giggle to her second period English class. "Today we are going to be discussing Hamlet, one of William Shakespeare's most famous plays." Her announcement of the day's lecture sent a wave of heavy sighs throughout the male students in the class, partially because of the boring subject matter, but mostly because of the libido-raising effect she regularly had on any and all men who happened to be in her presence. Today was no exception, particularly for one student in particular, her beloved 18-year-old son Henry. He was sitting in the front row and having a very difficult time concentrating while faced with his mother's boner-inducing body, which today was clad in a knee-length grey pencil skirt topped with a half-buttoned dark blue oxford shirt which exposed nearly a foot of eye-popping, mouth-watering cleavage to view. Hilda's inadequately sized blouse was stretched so taut over the gargantuan globes of goodness that adorned her chest that each button seemed to be hanging on for dear life. She stood tall on a pair of patent leather high heels, and her golden hair was pulled tight into a bun which complemented her simple but modern schoolmarm glasses, giving her the classic "hot for teacher" look that so many school boys have lusted after over the years. And Henry, unlike the other boys in the class, was also aware that under her somewhat conservative attire Hilda was wearing a black silk thong and matching demi-bra, which encased her massive J-cup globes of titflesh and provided just enough support to allow them to bounce seductively with each step she took around the classroom. The situation of Henry being distracted by his bodaciously busty mother's feminine assets was nothing new. After all, he had been regularly and openly masturbating to her since hitting puberty. Almost every man in town had at some point shot a wad of cum onto Hilda's breasts, and those who hadn't yet done so had certainly jacked off while thinking about them. Henry Humper was no exception. Growing up in the Humper household had exposed the impressionable young man to better masturbatory fodder than any porn studio could produce, with his J-cupped wet dream of a mother freely wandering around the house topless or naked, giving her son ample views of her prodigious bosom. The sight of her jiggling chest charms, pink nipples hypnotically bouncing around as she did housework, would drive Henry's raging teenage hormones into a frenzy of lust. He'd quickly have to sprint up to his room to relieve himself, fist flying along his pecker as he mentally pounded the shit out of one of his mother's orifices. Hilda, for her part, was very accommodating to her horny son's teenage needs and went out of her way to provide him with as much spank bank material as possible. She drilled a hole in the wall that separated his bedroom from her shower so that Henry could jerk his meat while she bathed and soaped up her titanic titties, and one year for his birthday made a custom nudie calendar of herself so that Henry could hang it on his wall and pleasure himself freely to her image when she wasn't at home. At Christmas time, Henry would receive little care packages from his grandmother June, gift sets that typically included "home movies" of her getting her brains fucked out by one of the many sex partners she enjoyed at the farm. Hilda always made sure her son had the best fantasy fodder with which to spank his meat; for other boys this might mean Playboy or internet movies, but for the Humpers it was porn featuring their own family members. Hilda would even let Henry masturbate during the daily breastfeedings he still enjoyed at the age of eighteen, squealing and offering motherly encouragement as the horny teenager wildly spanked his meat and finally shot his cum all over whichever nipple he was not suckling on at the time, as well as the rest of her breast, and occasionally her face. But his desire had skyrocketed in the last few months after a very momentous change in their relationship. While previously they were mostly only mother and son (the occasional wee wee tug notwithstanding), the two of them had been fucking like rabbits since the previous August, when Henry had returned from spending the summer at his grandmother June's farm (which the Humpers affectionately referred to as "Wee Wee Camp"). Whereas before that fateful summer, Hilda had maintained a purely motherly relationship with her darling son. Upon his arrival back home, she had decided to share everything with him - specifically, her pussy, mouth, and enormous breasts, all of which instantly became a wonderful set of familial fucktoys for Henry to pleasure his wee wee with. Hilda had even convinced Harriet to share her own glorious body with her little brother, and the top-heavy teenage trollop was only happy to oblige. The introduction of their regular, wanton familial coitus is what had ultimately led Henry to his current predicament. He had become used to a nearly constant, marathon schedule of mind-blowing sex from his buxom maternal parent during their free weeks together at the end of summer vacation. However, their trysts had, by necessity, been severely reduced in frequency since the school year had begun and their daily schedules had become quite busy. This had limited their carnal couplings to a quick hump upon waking up in the morning before school, a hand job in the car in the parking lot before first period, a wee wee wash in Hilda's office during lunchtime, and a pair of fuck sessions at home before dinner and bed. For most couples, this would have been considered an obscenely frequent amount of sex, but for the Humpers, it was practically abstinence. And compared to the near-constant rate of intercourse they had enjoyed each day before the year began, it was like going through withdrawals. Their new policy of mother-son humping had taken Henry's candle flame of sexual desire for Hilda and stoked it into a raging inferno. Being forced to sit through an hour long lecture given by the object of his carnal desire, without being able to ravage her at will, was driving him practically mad with lust. "The narrative of this story takes place in a fictionalized version of medieval Denmark where.........." Hilda absentmindedly continued her lecture, but also was distracted with sexual frustration. The demands of her classes had limited the time she had been able to spend with her younger child and new favorite sex partner, and the separation was taking its toll. Hilda had lately tried to supplement her wee wee diet by fucking Principal Johnson, Kenny Long, and a handful of other random students she bumped into throughout the day, and always enjoyed the buffet of dick that was available to her at Taft and Adams High School. But she saw her time between the sheets with Henry as something special, and not just because of his incomparable twelve-inch slab of horsecock, the organ which had provided Hilda with countless orgasms during their short time as lovers. Despite his fully developed body and maturing personality, he was still her special little boy, and Hilda was still a doting mother, only now her doting extended to his cock and balls as well. Her decision to welcome Henry into her bed was the culmination of eighteen years of raising a perfect son, and the feeling of him ejaculating his seed deep into the same womb that had given him life gave Hilda a tingling in her heart as well as her cunny. Having to cut back on her beloved romps with her son was taking its toll on Hilda emotionally, as well as deep within the recesses of her well lubricated honeypot. She had even visited the school counselor for therapy, who joked that Hilda was suffering from a perverted (and eighteen-years-too-late) case of post-partum depression. Pausing to think about the recent events, Hilda turned towards her boy and noticed him squirming uncomfortably in his desk. It was a sight she was quite familiar with, having seen Henry many times in his younger days attempting to bottle up his horniness in her presence, gawking at her titanic sacks of titflesh and waiting for whatever mundane family activity they were doing to end so he could excuse himself and masturbate in his room. Hilda even chuckled to herself recalling one incident when her prudish sister Beth had visited for dinner, forcing Henry and his sister Harriet to be on their strictest behavior due to Beth's puritanical sensibilities. Harriet decided to tease poor Henry at the table by slyly moaning and showing him her ample cleavage. By the end of the meal the poor boy became practically paralyzed with sexual frustration, forcing a concerned Hilda to relieve his suffering by secretly taking him into the kitchen and jerking him off, his overstrained cock spraying nearly a cup of baby batter onto her face and gargantuan gazongas. Henry's delayed release had produced an ejaculation so powerful that the intensity of it literally knocked him unconscious and he had to be carried to his room to rest. It was this memory that gave her a naughty idea. Walking over to Henry's desk with a seductive sway in her hips, Hilda stood in front of the boy and decided to work him up a little bit during the few minutes that remained in the class session. "Henry Humper?" she asked her boy, cocking one hip to the side and batting her eyelashes mock-innocently. Henry's words came out stammered and halting: "Yes, Mommy-Boobs? I mean, yes, Mommy? Fuck! I mean, yes, MISS HUMPER?" The entire class erupted in laughter and snickers at Henry's slip of the tongue, in which he had revealed one of the many sexual pet names the two had developed over the years for one another. The poor boy's face turned beet red with embarrassment as he realized he had been caught openly daydreaming about his mom's mountainous mammaries in front of his classmates. "What was the question?", He asked. Hilda cleared her throat with mock authority and repeated herself: "We were discussing the Oedipal subtext behind Hamlet's relationship with his mother." Hilda's reference to the incestuous themes of the famous Shakespearean play hit very close to home, as was her intention, exacerbating Henry's horniness and making him increasingly flustered. Not even looking his mother in the face, his eyes glued to the two swaying sacks of succulent sweater meat before him, Henry stammered out his words: "I—I—ah—Hamlet – he this secret desire to fuck – I mean – he had an unfulfilled fondling – I mean, FONDNESS – for his mom...." The other students in the class were practically dying with laughter at this point at Henry's transparent Freudian slips, but Hilda only smirked at the situation, maintaining the ruse of professionalism in the hopes of driving her boy even crazier. "Henry, is everything alright? Are you feeling okay?" she remarked in an academic tone. "You don't need to see the nurse, do you?" Henry felt like his head was going to burst with embarrassment, but the redness in his face was nothing compared to that of his wee wee, to which his mother's teasing was causing a raging hard-on. He whimpered like a dog in heat as he stared at her bazongas, wanting to simultaneously suck and fuck them. Henry's testosterone-flooded brain was reeling with memories of the countless hours he had spent fondling his mother's flesh melons. In his short eighteen years of life, he had collectively squirted his own body weight in semen onto those glorious sweater puppies, whether it was in reality or just during one of his many adolescent masturbatory fantasies. Hilda had the kind of breasts that begged to be covered in jizz, with acres of creamy flesh just waiting for a load big enough to properly coat them. Henry even joked one evening while he was giving his mother a pearl necklace that he felt like Jackson Pollock, an artist splattering gobs of sticky liquid onto the canvas of her cantaloupes and creating his own masterpiece of orgasmic insanity. Henry finally snapped out of his daydreaming just long enough to squeak out a response to her query: "No, Mom, I mean, Miss Humper. I'm fine." But Hilda was not done yet. "Are you sure? Let me feel your forehead," she said, pressing the back of her hand gently below his hairline and simultaneously bending over at the waist, lowering her chest point-blank into Henry's field of vision. Hilda's younger child was now faced with a front row view of Hilda's endless acres of boobflesh, which were practically pouring out of her half-open top like two watermelon-sized mounds of warm butter. It was a sight that Henry had seen hundreds of times before, but the current circumstances left him entranced by it like he was a boy looking at his first Playboy centerfold. He stared deep into his mother's shirt for what seemed like an eternity, visually savoring every rounded inch of the creamy flesh that had caused thousands of erections over the years, both for him and for every man in town. He could even see the tops of the silk black demi-bra he had seen her put on after their morning sex session, and the angle of her torso allowed just a hint of her pink areola to peek out of the fabric. Hilda lingered at Henry's forehead, knowing full well that her contrived "inspection" of him for signs of fever was giving him enough visual stimulation to put his cock into overdrive. She even leaned her head a bit to the side to steal a glance at his crotch from under the desktop, and smirked as she saw the rock-hard outline of his twelve-inch monster straining against the top button of his jeans. Her plan was going perfectly. "Well, your forehead is a little flushed, but I don't think you have a fever," she said in mock relief. "But I would like you to stay for a minute after class." She stood up and walked back to her desk, shaking her ass maddeningly from side to side as she did so, causing her boy to emit an audible groan of lust. Henry slumped in his chair as the other students continued their teasing. "Ooooooooh, Henry's in trouble with Mommy!" said Missy Cummings, one of Harriet's friends and an occasional fuck buddy of Henry's. "Maybe she should give you a spanking after class!" "Yeah, why don't you and Miss Humper get a room, Henry!" added Mabel Chester. "Or do the two of you already spend enough time in her bedroom at home?" she added with a cackle as the other kids continued laughing. "Alright kids, that's enough," Hilda said as the ending bell for the period rang and the students began getting up to head to their next class. "Remember to read chapter four of the textbook for Thursday. Oh, and Chuck, could you please grab my pink lace bra and bring it to class tomorrow? I left it on the floor of your Dad's bedroom over the weekend. Tee hee. Bye, kids! Have a good rest of the day!" Smiling at the kids as they filed out of the room, Hilda smirked at the fact that every single male student did not even glance above her neck, their eyes instead trying to steal a glance at the mountainous mams that their lucky classmate had enjoyed up close for so long during class. As the kids finished shuffling out, Hilda closed the door to her classroom and walked back over to her boy. "Poopsie, is everything okay?" she said, dropping her professional demeanor and reverting to their home demeanor. "You look like the cat that ate the canary!" Finally at his breaking point, but free from the teasing of his classmates, Henry verbally exploded. "Please, Mom! No more teasing! For the love of God, I feel like I'm going to squirt my brain into my pants! I can't take it anymore! Please! Fuck me or suck me or tug me or lick me or let me put my schlong between your boobies or something! My balls feel like a pair of motherfucking boiling tea kettles! I need to jizz right fucking now or I swear they're going to burst!" Hilda laughed at her boy's torrent of libidinous exclamations, but also felt a twinge of guilt for having brought him to such a sexually aggravated state. "Awww, my poor sweet wee wee baby," she said softly. Lifting the desktop in front of Henry and putting it to the side, Hilda sat in her boy's lap, his throbbing johnson rubbing achingly against the rapidly-moistening spot on her skirt that marked the entrance to her promised land, her velvety soft but vice-tight vagina. "Was the view you had of Mommy's boobie twins too much to bear?" she asked, squeezing her arms together inwards towards her chest and causing her ludicrously large honkers to swell up and out of her shirt, adding nearly six inches to the already obscene length of cleavage she was previously displaying. Henry gave her a look of brief but genuine annoyance. "Are you kidding?" he said, already starting to plant kisses on the top part of her fleshy funbags and reaching his left hand into her bra to tweak one of her nipples. "It took every ounce of restraint I had not to bury my face in your milk missiles and motorboat the shit out of you in front of everyone! How could you shove those puppies into my face right in the middle of class? It's not fair to tease me like that!" He was beginning to pout now. Hilda moaned softly as she enjoyed the manual manipulation of Henry's fingertips on the now rock-hard nub of her right nipple. "Don't worry, sweetie. Mommy's gonna take care of you. You know I'd never tease you that much without giving you some relief, don't you? It's all part of the plan, honeycock. My next class won't arrive for another ten minutes, so why don't we just fuck on my desk, baby? With all the priming I've done to that rocket engine cock of yours, I figure we've got about T-minus 60 seconds before you blast off into my inner space, tee hee! What do you say, motherfucker? Wanna take Mommy for a joyride in the classroom! I promise it'll be a hell of a lot more fun than a boring lecture on Shakespeare." Hilda reassured her boy by rubbing the front of his pants, starting to get almost as turned on as he was due to both the anticipation of what lay ahead and from Henry's soft flicking of her areola. Henry didn't have to be told twice. Pushing his mother off of his lap, he stood up hastily, grabbed an end of Hilda's shirt with each hand where they met in the middle of her chest, and in one swift motion ripped the garment open. A shower of buttons flew across the room as the two halves of the fabric separated, revealing a pair of bra-encased orbs of titflesh that jiggled erotically with the force of Henry's act. Now free from the confines of her blouse, the tops of her bra-clad honkers rippled and jiggled like two massive cups of Jell-O. Some men would be paralyzed with lust at the sight of Hilda's hemisphere honkers bouncing so erotically in her bra, but Henry was determined to get her completely naked before ravaging her. Pulling Hilda roughly to him by the waist, Henry buried his face in her canyon of cleavage as his free hand reached behind her to undo the clasps of her industrial strength black silk brassiere that held on for dear life against the payload of mammary mass that swelled against it. Hilda was mildly annoyed at her son's thoughtless destruction of her blouse in the heat of his passion, but also incredibly turned on at the rough treatment she was receiving at his hands. It was only fair, she conceded, considering how much she had teased Henry during her class lecture. Besides, she always kept a few spare changes of clothes in her desk in case of such emergencies. At least one of Hilda's school outfits per week typically ended up with a large cum stain on it as the result of the frequent blowjobs, tugs, titfucks, and copulation sessions she engaged in during school hours, be it with the principal, janitor, or one of her students. Hilda had therefore learned over the years to always be prepared. Teacher's Pet Shrugging her arms out of the remains of her blouse, Hilda cradled Henry's head to her bosom and reached behind her to unzip the back of her pencil skirt while her son moaned into her cleavage. Stepping out of the discarded lower garment, Hilda temporarily pushed Henry's head off of her swollen mams so that she could finish undoing the rear clasp of her brassiere, which quickly joined her skirt in a pile on the floor. She was now completely naked save for her black silk thong and matching leather pumps. Henry took a minute to savor the image before him. There stood Hilda, a wet dream come to life. Tracing her figure with his eyes, he looked slowly up from her high heel-clad feet, past her smooth, toned legs to the supple lines of her meaty thighs and outrageously curvy hips framed by the black underwear which was now soaked with her desire. Then his eyes drifted up to paradise, Hilda's most famous asset, her defining physical characteristic: her enormous J-cup breasts, now completely bare and standing at attention. They jutted out from her chest like a pair of comically overinflated water balloons, but showed surprisingly little sag for a 38-year-old mother of two. In fact, in many ways Hilda still had the tits of a 20-year old, firm, smooth and bouncy, with pink silver-dollar sized areolas topped by rock-hard nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Henry stared at these objects of desire, slack-jawed, for what seemed like an eternity. This was far from the first time he had seen them in the buff; after all, Hilda had breast-fed Henry until he was sixteen, was never shy about being nude in front of her children, and had been fucking Henry for months, giving him ample opportunity to enjoy them. But the sight of her bodacious bags of fun-flesh never ceased to amaze and arouse him, even after all these years. Hilda noticed that her boy was a bit distracted, so she decided to take some initiative and slid her black silk thong over her tight but equally oversized ass and down her legs, kicking them off with the rest of their clothes. Taking a seductive step toward him, she began to rub his rock-hard erection through the fabric of his jeans as she deftly unbuttoned his shirt with her free hand. Sticking her tongue into his ear, she said in a breathy whisper, "Come on, poopsie. Aren't you ready for some fucky? I thought baby had to jizz something fierce? Let's get down to business!" Henry snapped out of his daze, helping his mother remove the rest of his shirt and undoing his own belt and pants zipper, pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Mother and son were now standing together, naked as the day they were born, and Hilda took an opportunity to whistle at her boy's raging twelve-inch boner, which was red with engorged blood and pointing up towards Hilda at a 45-degree angle. Hilda wrapped a dainty, manicured hand around Henry's jumbo Johnson and gave it a few soft strokes, eliciting an animal growl of yearnful lust. Hilda could easily have ended her overstimulated son's suffering right then and there with one of her expert hand jobs, but she didn't want to send him over the edge before he had a chance to shove it deep into her pussy. "Alright, poopsie, you were very patient with Mommy-Boobs, so here's your just reward." Hilda scooted her voluptuous ass onto the edge of her desk, swiping her arm behind her and knocking a week's worth of ungraded papers to the floor. Reclining onto her back, she put her legs straight into the air and rubbed the entrance to her pussy with a come-hither motion, encouraging Henry to begin the task at hand as her hooters spread out across her chest like shooting targets, her perky pink nipples beckoning him like fleshy bulls-eyes. "Come on, baby, ready when you are!" Henry immediately got himself into position, his cock and balls aching for release within the sweet confines of his mother's palace of pleasure, her pussy. Placing her legs atop his shoulders, he maneuvered the mushroom tip of his wee wee to the outer folds of her labia and drove his twelve-inch shaft into her, sliding all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion. "Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck, that feels like heaven," he groaned, his cock finally returning to his favorite place in the world as if it had been gone for years, even though he had last entered Hilda's love canal mere hours earlier. "Fuck, your pussy feels so tight!" Henry exclaimed, already enjoying the pleasurable sensations that his mother's slick velvet tunnel was providing his trouser snake. Hilda chuckled at the comment. "Oh, OH! YES! I don't think it's tightness, baby. It's fullness. Even the loosest two-dollar whore would feel tight if her cunny was wrapped around that - OH! OH! - monster you're packing down there, donkey dick!" Henry was too focused on getting his rocks off to respond to her complement. Picking up the pace, he started driving into the over-stacked blonde hussy writhing below him with long strokes, pulling his cock out nearly to the head and then pounding all twelve inches of his man-meat back into her pussy with the impatience of a horny frat boy. He had no time for pleasantries anymore; the strain in his balls was too much to bear and he desperately needed to blow a load as soon as possible. "Uh! Uh! Oh, fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck fuuuuuuck me, baby! That's it! Slam that salami into my pussy! Come on, baby! Faster! Faster! Give me a good fuck and then empty your nuts into me!" Hilda moaned, gleefully beginning to catch up to her son's off-the-charts level of sexual arousal. As the intensity of Henry's thrusts matched that of his horniness, Hilda's bazooka boobs began jiggling, then bouncing around like wayward cannonballs, her pencil eraser nipples tracing invisible figure eights in front of her chest, and the tops of her titflesh slapping her on the chin. Henry was not oblivious to the awesome sight before him, the hotness of it literally making him drool and pound her pussy even harder. He wanted to lean down and suck as much of her breasts as he could into his mouth and suckle like a hungry baby, but did not want to lose this incredible visual that was driving him mad. He settled by placing his palms atop each nipple, kneading Hilda's pillowy paps like bread dough while he fucked her. Henry was so transfixed by the mother lodes of mammary marshmallow jiggling below him that he could practically hear their contents sloshing around like a pair of milk jugs. The thrusting cadence of the two family fuckers had reached a steady cruising speed at this point, with a loud, rhythmic slapping sound beginning to echo inside the classroom as the back of Hilda's thighs bore Henry's pelvic onslaught, his smoothly shaved nutsack bouncing roughly against her ass. The elder Humper reached one of her delicately manicured hands around and tickled his baseball-sized jizz-generators with her long red fingernails, a move that she knew was one of Henry's favorites and would help quickly drive her son over the edge into the orgasmic abyss. "OOHHH! Shit, Mommy-Tits! That feels so fucking good to my plum sack! That's it, baby! Tickle my balls, you big-tittied slut! Oh, yeah! Now tug on them a little bit! YES! YES! Oh, fuck, YES!" Henry was beginning to round the corner now, but still enjoyed every minute of the ride. Hilda coached her son further towards his climax by tweaking one of her silver dollar-sized nipples with a free hand and matching his horny words with her own tawdry torrent of filthy sex talk: "You like that, baby? You like it when Mommy tugs on your ballies as you fuck her? I can't wait to feel those cum coconuts churning up and down when you shoot your load! That's it sweetiekins! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME! YES! YESSS! HARDER! Slam that ramrod into my pussy, you big-dicked stud son of mine! I want to feel every inch of that glorious staff of yours pummeling my poon like there's no fucking tomorrow! Yes! YES! YESSSSSS! MORE! MORE! HARDER! HARDER! FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!!!!" The two intergenerational lovers must have lost track of time, because in the midst of their coitus some students from Hilda's next class session were arriving a few minutes before the bell rang to take their seats. Henry and Hilda continued their wanton walloping of each other's genitals, completely oblivious to the sound of the classroom doorknob turning and the din of conversation as the door opened. In her haste to get her son naked and fucking her as fast as possible, she had neglected to lock it. Bunnie Mounts, Kenny Long, and Denny Fuckerfaster, who had arrived together from another class, were chatting absentmindedly as they opened the door and heard the unmistakable moan of Hilda reaching orgasm, her girlish voice a mess of unintelligible orgasmic expletives: "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I love fuckity fuck! It feels so good when you tingle my cunny wunny, baby! I'm COMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" the top-heavy teacher exclaimed with her eyes squinted shut, unaware that she and her son now had an audience. Surveying the writhing mess of naked bodies on the desk before them, the three teens laughed and sighed. Walking in on Hilda Humper's class to find her naked with a man between her legs was not an uncommon sight for the students at Taft and Adams High School. Hell, Denny and Kenny themselves had each been that man in question on several occasions. The unspoken protocol for a student who walked in on one of Ms. Humper's trysts was that they would usually quietly excuse themselves and return after a few minutes. But this time they could sense something was different, and they continued to peer around the partially open door to investigate further. "Damn," Kenny remarked in a whisper. "Chuck Dicker is sure giving it hard to Miss Humper. You'd think that with Harriet's mouth practically glued to his cock, he wouldn't even have the time." Denny laughed at his remark, but Bunnie had a skeptical look on her face. "Ummmmm, I don't think that's Chuck Dicker," she said truthfully, the sound of Hilda's incomprehensible moaning still reverberating in the background. "Chuck's dick is not that long." The two male students noticed on each backstroke the full twelve inches of the cock currently pummeling their teacher, and concurred with Bunnie's assessment. "Principal Johnson?" suggested Denny. "No, Principal Johnson doesn't shave his balls," the big-breasted teenager replied. Neither boy saw fit to argue with Bunnie's comments, knowing full well that her extensive experience with the proposed candidates' bodies made her well-qualified to dismiss them as possibilities. "Hmm..." Kenny pondered for a moment, genuinely curious who the mystery man currently dicking his favorite English teacher was, but unable to tell since the hunched-over man's back was to the group, obscuring his face. Just then, the three teens noticed another two of their classmates, identical twins Sally and Suzie Cupps, and pulled them over for a consult. The two girls were headed off to gym class, their enormous double-F cup whoppers straining the fabric of the school's undersized issued tank tops that served as the class attire. "Hey, guys," Kenny whispered to the pair, casually honking each girl's boobs in turn. "Who is that fucking Miss Humper? Is it Sean Blowbody?" "No, Sean has a birthmark on his right ass cheek," the two girls replied in perfect unison, momentarily trading guilty glances and red faces as they simultaneously admitted their intimate knowledge of the same boy, but now fully invested in helping their classmates solve the mystery. The students sat in silence for a few moments, mentally checking off the list of potential answers to this quandary and listening to the continuing orgasmic wailing that their teacher was exhibiting at the moment. However, before any further discussion could take place, Hilda revealed the identity of her lover to the watching onlookers with an ecstatic exclamation. "OH, FUCK! YES, KEEP WORKING THAT G-SPOT, HENRY!" All five of the students' jaws dropped as they heard the name, and they immediately looked at each other to confirm that they had not individually been mistaken. "HENRY?!?!?!" they simultaneously said loudly, their surprise betraying their previous attempts to remain hidden. "Holy shit! That's Henry!" Denny exclaimed. "Henry's fucking his mom! Right here on her desk! That's so fucked up!" The other four kids murmured amongst themselves, giggling and pointing at the incestuous coupling that had now been exposed. The students' outbursts from the hall outside finally made Henry and Hilda aware that they were no longer alone, and Henry exclaimed "Mom, oh shit!", quickly glancing behind him to confront his audience, but too close to orgasm to pull out of his mother or even stop thrusting. His need for release was simply too great at this point to be thwarted by his classmates teasing. Red-faced at being exposed, he attempted to gesture and wave at his classmates to leave but continued to groan and pant with sexual stimulation, all the while never ceasing to thrust into his top-heavy mother at full speed, desperate to unload his balls after so much teasing. Hilda, for her part, did not seem the slightest bit embarrassed at this sudden public revelation that she was in fact lovers with her son, and simply continued to enjoy her climax at the hands of Henry's still rock-hard plowing tool that was driving her pussy into orgasmic oblivion. Grabbing Henry's face with one hand and twisting it back around to face her, she gave him an impromptu pep talk. "Sweetie, don't be embarrassed. The only thing 'fucked up' about what we're doing is how - OH! OH! YES! - FUCKing good it feels when you slap and tickle my clitty with your jumbo johnson. Denny and Kenny are just jealous that it's not them currently driving their wee wees into Hilda's pussy, baby! And Bunnie and her friends just wish they could be in my place right now, bent backwards over my desk enjoying some deep dicking from the biggest pussy-pleaser in town! Just ignore those party poopers and fuck, fuck, FUCK ME! OH! BABY! YES! COME TO MOMMA! BRING THAT WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME! You came out of this womb, so it's only fitting that you come IN it too! Tee hee!" Henry stared into his mother's eyes, hips bucking, sweat beginning to pour off his forehead, taking her encouraging words to heart. "You're right, Mommy. I mean, I've - OH! OH! YEAH! - already told most of my buddies about what we've been doing, so word was bound to get out eventually. I guess I just didn't expect it to happen during third period in front of a crowd of people while I was inside you up to my nuts and about to jizz in your fuck box! Speaking of jizz, I'm almost ready to give you some! OH, BABY! HERE IT COMES! IT'S COMING SOON TO A PUSSY NEAR YOU!" Henry exclaimed, speeding quickly towards the finish line. Seeing that the two familiar fuckers before them were at ease with their unusual but clearly pleasurable arrangement, the group of onlookers dropped their teasing and instead cheered Henry and Hilda on, accepting the situation as merely another extension of the Humpers' famously debaucherous lifestyle. "Wooo!" Kenny yelled. "Fuck that pussy, Henry! Show your mom what she gave you! Ha ha ha ha!" "Hell, yeah!" added Bunnie. "Take that dick, Miss Humper! Tee hee hee! He's fucking you way harder than he's ever fucked me! I wish I could get me some of that!" The students continued to clap, whistle, and cheer the two lovers on, pausing only to convince other people passing by in the hall to join in on the spectating, which wasn't difficult since Hilda and Henry's obscene lovemaking had become so loud that it could be heard in every classroom in that side of the school, and the new additions to the crowd were more than curious to witness the event for themselves. Henry was thrusting into his mother like a madman, his hips and buttocks pistoning with the frantic rhythm of a runaway locomotive engine. Finally, the dam broke and the 18-year-old motherfucker could hold out no longer. Groaning like a drunken caveman, he reared his head back in pre-ejaculatory bliss and planted his twelve-inch power tool balls deep into his overstacked mommy's snatch as the familiar orgasmic tingling sensations began rising up his shaft towards the head. Hilda knew her boy's completion was imminent, her experience fucking literally thousands of different men teaching her the cues of a man's point of no return. "That's it, sweetie-cock!" she cooed. "Shoot that seed all over the inside of my cunny! Come on, baby, think about how good it will feel when you get all that sticky baby batter out of that overfilled nutsack of yours! Do it, baby! Paint my pussy white! Shoot it! Shoot it now! Come! Coooommmme!" Like a maternal decree, Hilda's words triggered a release that rivaled any she had seen or felt from Henry before. "UUUUUUUUUUUNGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, the first blast of cum rocketing out of his urethra and splattering the back of Hilda's cervix, followed by another, and another, and another, each squirt even more powerful and pleasurable than the last. The horse-hung 18-year-old was delirious with orgasmic joy, his face a twisted jumble of expressions as he continued squirting a veritable ocean of semen into his 38-year-old mother's pussy, some of it already leaking out and dribbling onto the top of her desk. Henry's penile ejaculations at this point were only rivaled by the verbal ones coming out of his mouth, his words a nonsensical orgy of cursing and orgasmic wailing: "Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK! UGHHHH! I'm shooting a motherfucking gallon of baby batter into your love glove, you jumbo-jugged, top-heavy trollop teacher mother of mine! I hope you're on the pill you wobbly-whoppered whore, because there's enough jizz coming out of my horsecock to knock you up with octuplets!!!!! GODDAMN, THIS FEELS SO MOTHERFUCKING GOOD! OH! OH! MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, YESSS! TAKE MY FUCKING JIZZ, YOU BIG-BOOBED BIMBO! OOOOHHHH! URRRGHHHHH! I'm giving you the mother lode! And the mother.......LOAD! TAKE IT! TAKE EVERY FUCKING DROP OF YOUR SON'S CUM, YOU BUSTY BITCH! I'M TURNING MY BALLS INSIDE OUT FOR YOU! UHHH! UHHH! UHHH! FUCK! YES! FUCK! UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNGHHHHH! I'M! FUCKING! COMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" By this point a fairly large crowd of students were gathered near the door of the class room observing, their faces a mixture of shock, awe, envy, and lust at the wanton scene of sexual insanity before them. Since the school year began, Henry had been quite open with his friends about the new sexual escapades he was enjoying inside the Humper household, but this was the first time any of them had seen it in person, and many other students at Taft and Adams had dismissed the overheard talk of it as mere rumor - until now. The sight of their classmate and his mother engaged in pornographic sexual congress on her desk, faces twisted in orgasmic rapture as they climaxed in unison, was proof positive that the rumors were indeed very, very real. Some of the new members of the crowd, who were just now learning of the situation, began to express their own surprise. "Miss Humper!" cried Mabel Chester in disbelief. "You're fucking your son?" Hilda, still riding an explosive wave of her own continuing orgasm, her megaton tits whipping around in circles like a pair of carnival pinwheels, responded pridefully, "OHHH! OHHH! What the fuck does it look like, Einstein! Of course we're fucking! We've been fucking for months ever since my horse-hung son-muffin returned home from his summer vacation at Granny's! AAAHHH AAAHH OOOH!! THAT'S IT, BABY, WORK THE G-SPOT! If I had known the sex would be this mind-blowing, I would have started fucking him years ago!" Max Anderson, one of Hilda's other occasional sex partners, added: "Holy shit! Does Harriet know?" Hilda laughed at Max's naiveté. "AH! OHHHH! YES! OHHHH! 'Does she know'? That big-tittied whore daughter of mine started fucking him even before I did! Although to be fair, she only beat me to it by a few minutes, tee hee. Harriet and I have been fucking Henry silly ever since he got back from Wee Wee Camp! OOOOHHHHH, SHIIIIIIIT, YEAH, THAT'S GOOD!" she moaned, struggling to explain herself in the midst of so much pleasure. "Hell, the other day we had a threesome in my bedroom after dinner! Harriet and I each took turns sucking his wee wee, and then she mounted his pogo stick and rode him while he ate my pussy! We even mashed our boobies together and gave him a nice target to shoot his load on once he was ready to come!" Teacher's Pet Speaking of coming and cum, Henry's foot-long firehose of fuck juice was still rocketing geysers of jizz into Hilda's honeybox, a flood of semen so copious that it was dripping out all sides of her pussy and making a huge puddle on the desk, some of it even flowing over the edge and staining the classroom floor. Henry's hips were still on orgasmic autopilot, thrusting tirelessly between Hilda's thighs. But the strength of his now waning orgasm had taken its toll on the poor boy, and his upper half had now collapsed on top of his mother, Hilda's legs splayed out to the sides and their sweaty torsos rubbing together as Henry's face slumped into the warm and welcoming valley of her cavernous cleavage. "Mhhhmmpphhh! Mmmphhhh! Mmmmpphhhh!" he continued to groan with each gradually slowing stroke, his cries of pleasure muffled by the enormous milk udders now sandwiching his face. Hilda, her own orgasm finally subsiding, was softly stroking Henry's hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other, gently bringing her boy back down from the orgasmic dimension with the same motherly affection she used to provide when she nursed him at her titties years earlier. "There you go, baby," she whispered softly in his ear, quiet enough to be inaudible for the audience that was still watching them. "Doesn't that feel better? I promised you that I would take care of that awful aching in your balls. You know I would never leave you hanging after so much teasing in my class earlier. That's it, baby, just relax. You just lay there and enjoy the afterglow for a minute," she sweetly told her boy, hoping to give him a few brief seconds of tranquility before they would have to address their audience. That moment arrived sooner rather than later. As Hilda peered over her nearly unconscious and completely spent son's shoulder at the door, the crowd of students erupted in thunderous applause, cheers, and whistling. The burst of noise was enough to roust Henry from his half-minute nap, and he groggily stood back up, his sticky and now deflating phallus exiting his mother's pussy with a loud 'pop'. "Wooo! That was one fuck of a show, you two!" Kenny Long shouted over the din of clapping and hollering. "That was better than any porno I've ever seen!" Denny added, setting off murmurs of agreement from the other kids in the crowd. Hilda and Henry finally separated themselves and he helped his mother to her feet, the two of them now standing in front of about twenty students, naked and flushed, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Their tryst had only lasted a few minutes, but the aftermath of the act made it seem like they had spent the entire morning in a marathon session of copulation. Stretching out and theatrically holding hands, the two took a bow to the cheering group of students, proud that they had put on such an epic performance. Hilda shook her knockers playfully up and down at the onlookers. It was at this moment that the bell rang, indicating that it was the start of the next class. Fortunately for Henry, he had fourth period free and therefore had an hour of down time to recover from what had just transpired. Hilda, however had another class to teach at the moment, many of her students having already arrived as part of the crowd that witnessed her latest romp. Reverting facetiously to her professional teaching demeanor, Hilda addressed her son: "You know what, Henry. I think you might actually be running a slight temperature after all. Why don't you head down to the nurse's office and lie down for a while?" she said, drawing a handful of chuckles from the assembled students. Henry, anxious for some rest after being fucked into exhaustion by his mother, agreed. "Okay, Mom - I mean, MISS Humper! I wouldn't want to come down with something," he said as he tentatively reached for his jeans which lay in a crumpled pile on the floor. But not before Hilda momentarily stopped him again. "Not so fast, Henry. Your wee wee is still dribbling a little bit. I just washed those pants yesterday and don't want them stained. Let me clean you up first before you go." Not even waiting for a response, the J-cupped queen of gigantic juggies dropped to her knees and began lapping like a momma cat at Henry's now-flaccid-but-still-enormous tubesteak, removing all of the residual semen that had remained on his cock after painting the inside of his mother's pussy with his creamy load. Hilda's well-practiced mouth and tongue had Henry's spent wee wee clean as a whistle within fifteen seconds, her decades of experience sucking the cocks of thousands of different men paying dividends now. Finally getting dressed and heading out the door, Henry received multiple pats on the back from his classmates as his mother bid him adieu. "Remember, that was only our second hump of the day, and I need you in tip-top shape for our after dinner fucky time! Now go have a nice nap and refill those sweet semen silos of yours so you can have another big load ready for me after school. See you tonight, mommyfucker!" Hilda yelled after him, her mask of professionalism quickly evaporating once more. Looking down at her still nude, sweat-and-cum-plastered body, Hilda concluded that a little cleaning up was in order before she began her next lecture. "I think I'm gonna head down to the locker room and take a shower. Any of you boys want to join me?" she inquired with a wink as a dozen male hands raised into the air. "My, my! Aren't you gentlemen the eager beavers! Alright, follow me, boys! First one into the showers gets to soap up my titties, tee hee!" THE END Teacher's Pet I always loved the idea of teaching and tutoring. My clear and concise nature always made certain that those who followed my instruction would do well. It also provided me with access to a steady supply of inexperienced and willing sex partners. There is nothing hotter than having a chance to break a young woman! Although I am not the best looking man you have ever met, my word went a long way with most people. I have a persuasive and charismatic personality which I exploited any chance that I got. I had recently been hired by a all girl and very exclusive private school. This would be ideal grounds for my to have all my carnal desires satisfied. When I walked in I felt right at home every pervy old mans fantasy. Teenage girls of all ages,races, and sizes roamed the grounds. My favorite part was the fact that all students were required to wear a school girl uniform. I almost jizzed myself just walking around looking at some of the potential students I might tutor. The hem lines on the girls plaid blue skirts and skin hugging blouses demonstrated that more than a few of the girls here were using more than their mind to acquire good grades. It was only a few weeks and I got my first assignment. All I knew was that her name was Brooke and she would be coming over for tutoring in English literature. My office was small but on the plus side was fairly inaccessible and not at all visible if the door is shut.Brooke entered the room and certainly did not disappoint. She was a voloptuos black senior.I would estimate her bra size to be at least a full D Her long hair hung down curled she certainly looked more womanly than most girls her age. She sat down in my office and crossed her firm legs. Like many of the girls there she chose to wear blue nylon stockings to match the uniform. She wore a pair of black penny loafers to complete the ensemble. As she sat down she introduced herself and I did the same and I was flashed a very bright smile. " I don't know what the problem is. I try so hard but I just keep failing." she explained. I listened seemingly intently. The reality was that I was mentally undressing her the entire time she was talking. She blabbed so much that I imagined her rich,full lips wrapped around my cock. I could feel her sucking my head while her hand ran up along my shaft. I had no idea how she would perform but I was convinced I wanted to find out. She must have gone on for a good fifteen minutes before I realized she was done talking and actually asking me a question. "Do you think you can help me with that?" she asked again. Quickly I snapped out of it and feigned some interest in her academic career. "Ummmm...sure...whatever you need help with I can help." I told her in a reassuring tone. "Right now we need to to see what you are working on now so I can get a better idea of what direction to go. Sit next to me and we will go over it again." She smiled at me again and scooted her chair next to mine. I loved female attention in general but Brooke was not your average female. It was like having the attention of a supermodel. "We just read Chaucer and I am not sure I understand it at all. He makes no sense to me at all." I explained the material as best as I could to my captive audience. She took out a notebook and began to write down many of the things that I said. I noticed her violent writing style and as she scrawled out my words I noticed the outline of a lacy white bra underneath her blouse. Her tits jiggled to and fro as she wrote. I did my best to restrain myself but I knew it would be unavoidable that I would have my hands all over this girl! I slowly eased my chair closer to hers, she did not even notice that at this point our legs were in fact touching. I loved the feeling of her nyloned leg against my own. When our feet collided she did move her chair a bit away from mine. She was clearly a little uncomfortable but I was not concerned with her reactions. I waited a few minutes before moving my chair back to its rightful position. This time my hand moved to her muscularly stockinged thighs. Immediately, she jumped up and glared at me. "What are you doing?! Why are you making me so uncomfortable?! I could report you so easily! I just want help on my schoolwork and THAT IS IT!" she let her feelings be known but again I knew I could have my way with her. She had a cheap sluttiness that I picked up on looking at her facial expressions. My next move was not exactly well planned. When she stood up I cornered her and laid my hands onto her massive cans and gave a good squeeze. She squealed in disgust and may have even said stop. My mind was well made up though so her pleas made little difference. My hands roamed the upper half of her body while my tongue forced her lips open as I slipped my own tongue in. Again not well thought out as she pressed on my tongue with her teeth. My hands moved from her breasts to underneath her skirt as I felt the satin panties she was wearing. My hand pulled her ass towards me as her young pussy was pressed against my raging hard on. She struggled more and more as I gyrated our bodies together. She finally put her foot behind mine and tripped me onto the ground. She looked ready to run and I knew I had to act fast. "Just calm down and lets get back to work here. No big deal. I can make things reallllly easy for you but you are going to have to help me as well. I am an expert in this field and I can tell you just from listening to you, I think there is no way you can pass this class on your own." I hoped she did not call my bluff. I would use her own desparation against her. Young women can be so impressionable which is one of the things that I lovvved about my job. She got sat pensively for a few moments and evaluated the situation. "So what are you expecting from me?" "I love my job but I love playtime as well especially with cute young girls such as yourself. How much experience do you have?" I leaned back and sat in my chair. "Not a whole lot...mostly playing with my girlfriends. Don't have much experience with guys actually." "WOW!Really?Hmmmm maybe said girlfriend can join us some time. Right now I want a little service if you know what I mean." "Ahhh sure...I guess." She reluctantly walked back and knelt in front of me. "Take it out and just relax. Believe me I don't think I will be the last cock that you suck." She quickly unbuckled my pants and seemed rather shocked as I was not wearing any underwear. My cock was already plopping out to greet her warm mouth. She gave me a look as if looking for my approval. "Go ahead." I encouraged her to start. She licked my head barely even touching me. "Not like that sweetie, swallow me whole." I watched her thick lips consume my shaft and swallowed my sword whole. "Oooooooo...that's a very gooddd girl. Just like that sweetie." She must have been amused at the pleasure that she gave me as she tried to smile as she sucked me and instead her laughter was muffled by my cock. "Its ok keep going." I guided her head back up and down my shaft. I began to run my fingers through her delicate hair. She was become quite the skilled cocksucker as she even thought to massage my balls while her hand slipped up my now very wet shaft."Ooooo...damn...so nice baby, don't make me cum." It was becoming increasingly hard to take her strokes. I needed to get inside this girl immediately. "You need to get up on my desk on your knees." "What are you going to do?" "Let's just get undressed and I can show you." Of course she knew what we were about to do but she held out hope that we would not. I hesitated and watched her undress. Her body fresh and you , she was certainly my black princess as I watched her lustily. Her skirt dropped and I immediately walked over and once again pulled her in for another embrace. She was not as passionate as I was and attempted to break the kiss on several occasions. My fingers went over her baby smooth skin of her stomach and slid underneath her panties. My fingers explored massaging and tweaking every inch of her neatly trimmed bush. The situation had begun to change before she was pushing me away now she was now pulling her body towards mine. As my fingers entered inside her she told me she was beginning to like this. "Wet my slit like my girlfriend does! I want you to get me nice and limber so you can stuff that thick, white cock in me!" My other hand began to reach for the buttons on her shirt. I undid each one as quickly as possible with my one. She was using one of her hands to hold me close to her body while the other manipulated her clit. Her blouse dropped to the floor and she stood before me in nothing but her bra, blue stockings and loafers. I had severely underestimated this girls chest! I lifted her bra with my free hand revealing as perfect a pair as you are going to see. It was flawless and I wanted to suck her Hershey kisses so bad it hurt! I worked down from her ear and worked my way down until her nipple was in my mouth. I pulled it out until I got her reaction. "UhOhh...baby...bite it just like Marcia. Pull on it...makes me so wet!!!" It was about all I could take it was time to enter and she knew it too. She went on all fours on the desk and bent towards me. Her ass was within grasp and I knew I had to slap this bad girl a little. I lifted my hand and gave a slap that filled the room. "YOU ARE NAUGHTY AREN'T YOU?!" "Yes sir, I am very naughty but you can teach me a lesson and fuck me. Bad little girls are always the fuck toy aren't they?" "Indeed they are." With that I slide behind her and guided my cock into her love canal. She winced a bit not being used to being taken from behind. I grabbed her ass and pulled her as far as she could slide. I gave another slap. "So naughty, it's much easier to just fuck me and get the good grade than do the work! Besides isn't it fun to watch the contrast if you look underneath you. It is so hot to see your sweet black hole swallowing my white rocket isn't it?!" "Yes sir I love it...OOOHHH...I think I am CUMMMINNGG!" No lie about her cumming, her girl juices drenched my pubic hair as I kept thrusting. "You like my chocolate pussy? Make me...Cummm...again" "Yes, your sweet chocolate pussy can ride my shaft anytime. We will arrange office hours for you. I need to have you when I need you!" The thumping of my balls against her ass echoed in the room. She told me she wanted to cum again and I was going to make that happen. It was hard for me not to give her a sperm bath as her tightness constricted against me. Her vaginal walls had my cock with a kung fu grip. I was determined to pound her even more. My pace steepened and she could only occasionally emit a pant here and there. It was clear to me that she couldn't control her orgasms as I spanked her ass with my balls. Sweat beaded her body as I leaned in close so I could play with her porn star like tits. They had been wobbling as if in a tumbler before. I know had a firm grasp on one and began to pull and squeeze it. She put her head on the desk and let me have my way. Wanting to make this memorable I made sure she got my biggest load. I stroked one last time and pushed my dick as deep as it could go. Blast after blast of sperm escaped my pole. My moans joined with hers as loads of my jizum filled her chocolate pie. I pulled my cock out and admired the generous coating of love juice on it. I sat naked in my chair and she lay down on my desk, my hot semen escaping her fuck hole. I told her we will need to study again very soon! Teacher's Pet Synopsis: At an all-girl private school, a student secretly finds out the teacher is having problems with finding the right person to help with a personal problem. Helping her out, the teacher discovers exactly who the right person is... Author's Note: The events in this story are written not to be realistic, but for entertainment only. Laugh, cry, do anything (as long as it's legal). This story was written by my own imagination. This story contains graphic descriptions of masturbation and female-on-female acts, plus a non-erotic Would-You-Rather-style list that may be a bit unsettling for some readers. If this sort of material offends you in any way, or if you are under the age of consent, do not read any further. My job is now done, you have now been disclaimed. Have fun! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hate school. I know, most students will say that, but it's true. I hate getting up in the mornings, I hate having to get into a cold shower because the water heater's broken. And most of all, I hate the dress code. Business and demure is not my style. I go to a private school. Lindinburg High, an all-girl school. I didn't want to go there, my parents made me. It sucks because I am 18 years old and I am still living in my parent's house. It's not because I want to do that, either, it's just that I don't have enough money yet to move out. But I'm not that poor, I do have my own car. It's a 2002 Firebird, and it's a really fuckin' nice car. I apologize, I don't mean to use bad language. The only time I do ever use bad language is when I'm really excited or really angry. Right now, I am really angry. But like I said before, I hate my school. The only reason I am still going there instead of to a public school where I can get a date is because I want a nicer job in the future. Nicer, hopefully, than when I worked at the mall. I worked at the Taco Hut. Worst job ever. My entire part-time shift consisted of the following: 4:00 p.m. -- Walk in the door to the Taco Hut. Punch in. 4:01 p.m. - 4:10 p.m. -- Load the meat machine and get out a fresh set of taco shells. 4:11 p.m. - 4:40 p.m. -- Go in back and get the bugs out of the bags of shredded lettuce and cheese. 4:41 p.m. - 7:30 p.m. -- Take people's orders while simultaneously trying to prevent the groping of my breasts and crotch done by my boss and co-workers. There were somehow no rules against that. 7:31 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. -- Get ready to close up shop which was actually someone else's job (my boss's job) but he wanted to sit back and watch me bend over to switch the OPEN sign to CLOSED. Also, because he made me wear a uniform even though no one else had to, I had to go into the private stall made just for me and change out of my uniform. Until I left that job after so many long years, I never knew that what I thought was a wall was actually a one-way tinted window that I couldn't see through but anyone else who wanted to could. I had always wondered why we had so many people come around near closing time. I hated that job, but less than I hate school. Maybe because when I worked there, I felt pretty and sexy. At school, no one complaments me on my breast size or the fact that when I am horny and I bend over wearing my favorite panties and a skirt, you can see my pussy lips as if I was not wearing anything. Anyway, I've spent three years so far in that school and it's just another day today. I hear an annoyingly loud buzzing sound that I soon realize is my alarm clock. I reach my hand over and pound the snooze button before I try to fall back asleep again. Two minutes later, it seems, it buzzes again. I sit up and slam my fist into my alarm clock. Dumb move. Now my hand hurts. I slide my body over to the edge of the bed, stand up, take a quick glance at my computer, and I walk over to my closet. I take out the my hideous uniform. Red plaid skirt that reaches just under my knees, white blouse and a black... something. It looks like a blouse, but it was something that was custom made for everyone at Lindinburg. Red ribbon to tie back my long, silky, brunette hair and black, shiny dress shoes. I also wore a black lace bra, just because, and black lace panties to match. I look over at my alarm clock to see how much time I have. The alarm shows 5:30, and my class begins at 7:00, so I should have a lot of time. I walk over into the bathroom that is connected to my room and I lay my clothes over the toilet. I got out of bed wearing my usual pajamas, a simple white silk robe. I reach down to the belt that it has attached to it and I yank on the loose part of the belt, letting my robe open. I am naked underneath, so my D-cup breasts force the robe wide open. I look in the mirror and realize that I should have a boyfriend because I have a really sexy body. Slim, sexy, big breasts, and a patch of hair down there that I shaved into a triangle, I am sexy as can be. Truth be told, because of my school and me being lonely, I have recently accepted the possibility for having a girlfriend. Not just a friendly girlfriend, but as wierd as it sounds, I would even have sex with a girl if presented with the option. Anyway, I get dressed and look back over at my alarm. Only six minutes have passed, and I go back in the bathroom. I don't shower in the mornings, but I do shower every day after school in the afternoon. I put on some crimson lipstick, eyeliner, blush, mascara, you know, typical makeup. I put on deodorant and I slip a fresh tampon inside me. I am completely ready for school. My alarm says 6:43, but I decide to flip through my magazines until I leave for school. Not surprisingly, I show up at school on time. Just because I hate school doesn't mean I want to be late for school. Soon, though, it won't matter. I'm 17 years old and in a year or so, I'll be out of school and old enough to get my first full-time job, along with my own house. The day goes pretty normal until after lunch. I am the first one back to my class and I catch our teacher, Ms. Pettison, on the phone. I hear her tell the person she's talking to something about she needs to get laid and she doesn't know any guys that like her. She turns her head, sees me, then quickly flips her phone shut and drops it beside her desk so it lands in her purse. "Oh, hey! Molly, how are ya?" she asks me. "I'm great, Ms. Pettison. If I may, who was that on the phone?" "Just, uh... my friend Jill, why?" she asks. "You and your friend talk about who you want to get laid with over the phone?" I had to ask her. "Oh! Uh... you heard that. You see, well... uh... it's just..." "It's okay. You can talk about it with me. No need to be worried. Girls need to have sex sometime just like guys do, you know?" I try to reassure her. "You see, I... uh... have this problem when it comes to sex. It's just that whenever I'm having... uh..." she stammers. "You can tell me," I say. "Well, uh... whenever I'm having sex, I never seem to get to the point of orgasm. I mean, it's not that I can't have an orgasm, it's just that whenever I'm having sex with a guy, I never seem to want to. Do you understand?" she asks. "I guess you have to find the thing that turns you on and have him do that thing," I say to her. "But that's just it! I can't ever seem to pinpoint what turns me on. I need help," she begs. "Well, maybe I could help. A sexy lady like yourself should be able to have sex, don't you think so, Ms. Pettison?" I ask. "Yes I do, and..." she gets cut off by the sight of students walking into the room. Lunch is over and I have to go back to my seat. We decide that we'll continue the conversation after school. As I sit in my seat, I realize that she really is a sexy woman. She looks like the type of teacher that would be seen on porn. She is at most 31 years old, maybe 34D bust, and she's slim. She wears thick, black-framed glasses. She always dresses in black with the top buttons of her dress unbuttoned so that anyone who wanted to look could see the long line of her cleavage (not enough to make her look like a slut, yet still enough to make you wonder just what her breasts look like underneath). She also has one of those wands that professors use to point to something high up on the board. Other days, when she would reach to point to something high up on the board, because her dress was barely long enough to cover up her panties, her dress would raise up enough to show everyone her panties, waistband and all. She never stretched like that today, though. About an hour passed and the bell rang. Time to go home, or in my case, time to continue the conversation. As I walk up to the front of the class, where the teacher was sitting, I glanced at each sudent walking out the door. When I finally stood right in front of the desk, the last student exited the class. I wanted to resume the conversation. "So, back to our earlier conversation, what was your problem again?" I ask her. "Will you still help me?" she asks me back. "Of course, Ms. Pettison," I told her. I looked down and noticed that as we were talking, and probably before, her right leg was propped up on the desk. Her hands were both on the armrests of the chair. Her other leg was hanging down in front of her like normal. I look back up at her face, then slowly walk to the side of the desk, causing her to turn towards me and spread her legs slightly. She asks me why I'm smiling and I blush instantly, turning away. When I get myself together and turn back towards her, I notice that her legs were spread even farther apart. I could swear that if I bent down a little, I would be able to see right up her dress. I was getting horny fast. If I was a guy, I would fuck her right now. Hell, I would fuck her right now anyways. Sorry again, didn't mean to swear. I just got a little excited there for a moment. I have to do something with this woman soon or else I might die. I simply grab her hand and yank her towards the door. "Come on," I say, "don't want to waste another minute here. Let's get back to my place so I can show you what you need to do." We walk out the classroom door and then we go down the hall and out the main doors. It doesn't take us too long to get back to my house, since it is only a few blocks away. Ms. Pettison didn't want to drive because she says she doesn't want to waste gas going to a place that she can walk to herself. Very soon, I swing open the door to my house. I drag Ms. Pettison behind me, my own twisted plans causing me to forget my main reason for coming here with my teacher. She follows me upstairs to my room and we walk inside. I lock the door behind me. "Why'd you lock the door, Molly?" asks Ms. Pettison. "We don't want anyone bothering us, would we?" I say. "Wait, you live here with someone else?" she asks. "Just my parents, but they're both at work. Both of them work at the construction company. Well, Dad actually works for them, Mom is just their secretary. They'll be home late tonight, so we should have plenty of time," I tell her. "Well, I guess we should start discussing how I should deal with my sexual inexperience," says Ms. Pettison. "Now, now. You're not inexperienced, Ms. Pettison, you just need to find the button that turns you on and find a way to press it," I say. "If you'll let me, I am going to try to do a few things to you that should turn you on. If it doesn't work, I want you to stop me before it gets too intense, okay?" "Sure, let's do it," she says. "Hold on, now," I tell her, "that treatment comes with a price." "Oh, just do whatever you're going to do. And hurry," she laughs. I reach up to her shoulder and push her backwards onto my bed. Finally, I can fulfill my fantasy. Hopefully, she won't cut it short before I can. When she lands sitting on the bed, I push her again, making her fall backwards. I climb overtop her and straddle her waist, limitting her movements. I reach up to the line of buttons on her dress and I trace my pointer fingers on both hands down the sides of buttons until they come together, and then I start unbuttoning her dress. Once I reach down to the bottom button and unbutton it, I drag my hands up her body and I grab the straps on her shoulders, peeling them away from her body along with the rest of the dress. As her dress fell away from her body, a sexy white wonderbra was revealed underneath as well as a luscious white G-String. That's right. On this day, my teacher chose to wear a G-String. I look up into her eyes and she looks back at me with a burning lust I've never seen before. In the farthest reaches of my mind, I knew this was wrong, a student-teacher relationship. However, my own sexual hunger drowned out my inner conscience. I reached up and snaked my hands under her back, undoing the clasp on her bra. I have had experience with my own bras, so it barely takes me a second to undo it. I pull the left cup away from her chest, letting a perfect D-cup spring out at me. I pull the other one away, causing an equally perfect D-cup to jump out at me. I stare down at the two hills, taking glances at the dark pink nipples topping each one. I can't help myself, I bend over and take her sexy right nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking that perfect rosebud. She moans, and I take the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger of my right hand, rubbing it and gently twisting it. She moans again, and I notice that the thin strip of material covering her nether region is becoming quite wet. I knew she must be horny beyond control, and I wanted to bring her to the peak of pleasure. I slip my left hand under my lips, replacing my mouth with my fingers, giving both of her nipples the same treatment. I kiss the valley between her breasts. Afterwards, I alternate between kisses and licks, trailing lower down her stomach. I kiss and lick until I end up kissing the waistband of her G-String. My head drops lower until I stare right at the strip of fabric covering her vagina. I let my tongue wander out of my mouth and on one side of her G-String, pushing inward until my tongue touched her labia majora. She moans again, and I repeat the process on the other side. I hear her hum some low musical note. I want to make this as sexy as possible for her, but a part of me also wants to just have sex with her until I scream in my own pleasure. I gently bite the fabric over her lower lips and tug a bit, causing the material to pull away from the sweet treasure underneath. I let go and use my tongue to push aside the strip of fabric, allowing me to finally look, unhindered, at Ms. Pettison's wet, sweet, oh-so-sweet pussy. I consider the word pussy a bad word, so I apologize again. I breathe in deeply, taking in the delightful scent of her aroused womanhood. I take a small lick inside the juicy crevice that I know awaits to be tongued. She tastes delicious, like honey, salt, and sweat. I take another lick, the taste even more wonderful, and soon I plunge my tongue inside of her, licking her out and swallowing her juices like I was dying of thirst. It only takes a few minutes before I feel her legs clamp around my head, almost crushing it as she rides out her orgasm. I struggle for a while, but I am only able to remove my head from between her thighs when she finally let up on her hold. I gasp for air and glance down at the dripping lips that just had me imprisoned. The G-String went back to it's original position, and I noticed that it was completely soaked, not a thread of it was dry. I reach up and slip my thumbs underneath the waistband and I slide the G-String down her long, sexy legs. When I finally remove it, I lift it up for her to see. We both watch it drip sexual juices down to the carpet of my floor, soaking into it immediately. I look back over at her and raise an eyebrow. "Hey, you wanna get kinky?" I ask her. She grins wide and nods as fast as a bobblehead doll. I lean up to her face and use my free hand to force her mouth open. When her mouth is open wide, I drop her soaking G-String into her mouth. I slap the bottom of her chin, forcing her mouth shut, and then I grab her lips to keep it shut. She didn't retaliate in any way that whole time. As she is sucking on her own juices, I take my hand, the one that was earlier holding the dripping underwear, and I rub two of my fingers between her exposed nether lips. After a few ups and downs, I push them inside and begin pumping my two digits in and out, causing my hand to quickly become covered in the same liquids that are in her mouth right now. She bucks her hips into my hand and my palm slaps her swollen clit. She moans faintly and then I see her swallowing what would most likely be some of the juices leaking out of her panties into her own mouth. I stop pleasuring her with my fingers and I lean up to kiss her. As our mouths open, I grab the nearest strip of fabric from the G-String using my teeth, and then I drag my head down her entire body, causing her panties to follow and draw a thick line of wetness from her lips down to her stomach and even further. I drag the panties down her stomach and stop, letting them rest on her sexy brunette bush. I stand up and remove every garment that I was wearing before kneeling back at the foot of the bed where her legs laid. I grab the outer sides of her thighs and pull myself up to kiss her again, as sexy as I could, and then I kneel on the bed and straddle her face. Her tongue quickly went to work on my lower lips. I took a quick glance down her body, admiring the nude form of my teacher. And the way her tongue licked me out, making me moan with each lick and tongue-thrust, she was teaching me a lot. My eyes followed the line of moisture from under my vagina all the way down to hers. I leaned forward until I had to put my arms out to hold myself up, and I tilted my head downward towards those soaking panties that I now covet. I grabbed the waistband of them inbetween my lips and picked them up with my mouth, tilting back upwards to my original kneeling position. I dropped the panties into my hands and lifted them up to my face, taking a deep whiff and inhaling the sensuous aroma that I desired so much. I rubbed the panties around my chest, rubbing her wetness into my breasts and my upper stomach. My clit ached from the feelings that she was giving me. I could tell that I would have my orgasm soon. I clamped her panties in my teeth to keep them in easy reach, then I grabbed her thighs with both of my hands, pulling them until her legs formed a V. I moved my hands and pulled her lower legs now, causing both of her legs to point up into the air. I removed the panties from my mouth and slid them back onto her, sliding them up her legs until the fabric touched her nether lips again. When the panties were properly in place, I pushed my finger of my right hand into the part of them that was right overtop of her clitty. When my finger pushed far enough, I rubbed back and forth very quickly until I drove her into ecstasy one more time before I climaxed myself, letting my own juices flow out of my pussy and into her mouth. Yet again, I got excited and said pussy. But it feels too good, so I don't care right now. Our moans synchronized with each other as we both rode out our orgasms. As we came down from the feelings, I tipped over and laid down next to her. We fell asleep for a few hours... *** "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?!?!" I woke up suddenly to see my parents standing in my bedroom doorway. How did they get into my room? I looked over at my bedroom door and realized that my lock was broken. I guess that's how they got in. I look around the room and notice two things that I knew would quickly get me in big trouble. I'm naked and so is my teacher, who is just now waking up. Teacher's Pet I scream and quickly jump off the bed to get my clothes back on. I grab a towel that I had hanging on the doorknob of my connected bathroom and throw it over Ms. Pettison while simultaneously trying to tell Mom and Dad the famous "I can explain!" speech. It took me two hours to try and explain what happened in a way that made it not seem completely Sapphic, perverted, and unethical. The only thing I accomplished was extending my time being grounded from three months to two years. My parents also got together a rally for kicking out my teacher. Luckily, since Ms. Pettison was one of the best teachers on campus, she was not fired. She was, however, put on a two-month suspension, no pay. It seemed that our little hookup did nothing but get us in trouble. My two year sentence in my room still allowed me to go to school, I just had to go to a different Chemistry class. It was torture. My new teacher, Mrs. Ripchen, was one of the meanest women I've ever seen before. I can't believe I had to put up with it for two years straight. I found out later that even though Ms. Pettison's suspension ended, I was still unable to go back to her class. Life sucks. Now, two years later, even with Ms. Pettison's suspension ended, I was still unable to go back to her class. My life would now be controlled, for that part of the day, by Mrs. Ripchen. As it turns out, Satan does walk the Earth, in the human form of a 57-year-old ugly redhead with a wrinkly face and a mole touching her left nostril. It took every part of my brain to figure out how to be with Ms. Pettison again, even for brief moments of the day, but after a few weeks I finally found a plan that worked. Here's what I would do: 1. At 7:00, school begins. I would go to Mrs. Ripchen's class as usual. 2. When school is over, I would trick the janitor (male) into the female restroom using my own sexual lure. Since I'm now known around school as a slut that would go for any old person on campus, it was quite easy to lure the janitor into the restroom. This step was only done on day 1. 3. When I would hug the janitor, he thinks it's because I want him to feel my breasts, but it's really to grab his keys. I would then wiggle the main key to school off of the keychain and hook the keychain back onto his jeans like before. I only had to do this step the first day as well. 4. At around 5:00, when all the teachers and students are officially gone and the principal closes up the school (which isn't the janitor's job for some reason), I would sneak up to the front door and unlock it again. Ms. Pettison would soon meet me back at school and we would have the whole campus to ourselves. 5. After about three or more hours, when it gets dark, I would leave and go home for an hour or more unil my parents got home from work. They never switched shifts to keep me from seeing her, so that was good for me. Now, yes, my plan had a few flaws. One obvious one would be 'What if one or both parents got home early?' but I'm going to have to take that risk. Another flaw would be 'What if I lose the key or for some other reason can't get into school?' Luckily, Ms. Pettison kept the key they gave her before she got expelled for backup. The only reason I was in charge of key duty is because it was way easier for me to get back in school without someone finding me than for her to. She would draw more attention. Today is the first day I put my plan into effect. I went to class as usual, then at around 4:00 when school is over, I would walk towards home, but then take a shortcut down a side road. I waited there doing pretty much nothing for an hour until my watch alarm beeped. I made sure that I was on time for this plan. I walked back over to school and inserted the key into the lock. I turned it and unlocked it as if I owned the school. Thanks to my plan, I actually did somewhat own the school, for the next few hours. I looked out the window and saw Ms. Pettison's car pull up in front of the school, shut off, and then she stepped out of the car. I smiled happily and walked over to greet her. She missed me as much as I missed her. I rushed to hug her and she hugged me back. I even kissed her like a husband would kiss his wife, I missed her that much. We escorted each other back to her classroom and she sat down at her desk. I leaned up against the side of her desk and we had our first discussion in two years. In case you're wondering, I e-mailed her the plan before my computer was taken away as part of my grounding. That's how she knew about it. "So, how are you?" I start us off. "I'm great! Gosh, I feel like I haven't talked to you in ages!" she tells me. "Believe me, it seems the same way to me," I say. "So, are you still having troubles with your sex life?" "Yeah, and it's wierd," she says. "I looked online for some advice on how to pick up dates and one-night stands, but everything I did ended in failure." "Well, what exactly are you trying to do?" I ask. "Are you just looking for quick sex, because I gave you that." "No, I'm not just looking for quick sex," she tells me. "You know, I don't get horny just once in my life. I get horny at least three times a day, so I have to find someone who will give me orgasms when I want them." "So, why don't you just pleasure yourself?" I ask her. "Shove your fingers in there like most women do." "Are you kidding?!? I'm not going to do that. Do you?" she asks me. "No, I don't. When I get horny, I use this," I say. I take my backpack off of my shoulders and swing it around in front of me, since I still haven't taken it off yet because of my plan, and I unzip the side zipper. I reach inside of that zipper and pull out my tiny clit stimulator, one that you can wrap straps around your waist and under your butt, making it look sort of like a G-String. However, this G-String has a little plastic ball that when you put it on, the ball slides inside your lower lips and lines itself up with your clit. When you push a button hidden under the fabric, an electric current runs through a disc inside the ball and makes it vibrate. The vibration can only be heard if you focus on a low, barely-audible humming sound coming from the ball. "What is that?" she asks. "Just slide up your dress and let me show you," I tell her. She was wearing the same dress as when we had sex two years ago. She obviously washed it. Anyway, she slid her dress up her legs and I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. I pointed this out to her and she told me that she took them off on her way back here. They are in the glove box of her car right now. I place the little ball on her bush and I wrap the two side straps around her waist, connecting them in the back. I tell her to stand up momentarily and when she does, I connect the bottom strip to the back straps. Once the final strap is connected, the ball slides into place. I push my finger against the small red dot right below the waistband, which is where the button is hiding, and it turns on. I instantly hear the humming and notice a slight jiggle to her lips. The strap that runs between her legs is not thick enough to cover her lips, so I can still see her outer lips on each side of the strap. She jumps a little bit when she feels it vibrating, then I look up and see a smile forming on her face. "Ooh, this is delightful, Molly. Where did you get this? I don't think you're old enough yet to purchase one of these," she asks. "I got it online, actually," I told her. I bought a lot of things online, and whenever a guy showed up at the door with a package for me, which I ensured only happened on Mom's or Dad's days off, they had no concern for signing that clipboard and giving me my package. This allowed me to order things that I otherwise could not, and they didn't know that a few of those packages were for sexual items. This clit stimulator was only one of the things I bought online. "Now, Ms. Pettison," I said, "I want you to wear this throughout class tomorrow. That should cure your sexual needs throughout school hours, okay?" Again, she can only smile and bob her head up and down very fast. I remove it from her to make her want to use it again. It's all a part of my master plan that goes along with the plan that's in effect now. I won't reveal my plan now, but it will be revealed eventually. I slide it down her legs and lift it over her feet, removing it completely. I then lift it up to my face and lick the ball, getting another taste of her juices that I have long lived without. She sees this and licks her lips when I look back up at her. We talk for another hour or so, though the conversation somehow shifted from "I'm happy to see you" to "If you had to do five really disgusting things sexually, that you wouldn't do otherwise, what would they be?" If you want to know what I said, this was my list: 1. Have sex with a hobo. 2. Shove a chicken bone inside my vagina and have a dog remove it. 3. Jump into a dumpster and grab the nearest thing inside and masturbate myself with it. Examples: a rotten banana, a used condom slid over my finger, or even an open bottle of ketchup. 4. Give myself an enema using my own urine. 5. Lick someone's butthole. I really couldn't think of something truly gruesome for the fifth one, so that's all I could come up with. I laughed at some of hers, too. I'm not going to list hers, though. They're too gross to repeat. I will say, however, that that conversation led up to us planning another meeting like before, but this time we won't fall asleep. For the story's purpose, I will skip up to the point where we meet tomorrow. The bell rings and school's out. I walk back home, not needing to sneak back into school since Ms. Pettison is coming over anyway. I open the door to my house and I wait at the door for Ms. Pettison. She arrives right on schedule. We go upstairs again and she sits on my bed. She pulls up her dress a bit, slips her hands under her dress, then slides my clit stimulator down her legs. "Oh, you tried it, huh?" I ask her. "Yes, and it's really great! I had four orgasms during class. I guess my students just thought I was having a really good day at work with all of my moaning and screaming. I think only a few students at the front of the class heard the hum and figured out that I had something under my dress," she said. "If you want, you can keep it and use it whenever," I told her. "Good, because I think I am going to want to use this every day at work. Even at home, I might use it," she tells me. "Good, now let's get this thing started before I lose it," I say anxiously. I walk over to her and grab the clit stimulator from her hand. I throw it across the room and by some miracle, it lands hanging on my door. I look back over at her and she has already layed back on my bed. I lean over and slip my fingers of both hands under the straps over her shoulders and I pull them away, sliding them down her shoulders and down her arms. The dress becomes nothing but a fabric tube that I am now yanking down her body. Once the dress is completely removed, I drop it at the foot of the bed and look up at the pink bra and panties that she is wearing today. I lean over again and realize that her bra has a front clasp this time. I reach my hands up toward the clasp and flick it open easily. I grab each side of the clasp with my thumb and forefinger of each hand. I lift away the right cup, then the left, just like before, again letting loose the most amazing breasts I've ever seen, better than my own. I slowly lean down and kiss her left nipple, then her right. I hear her inhale deeply from the intimacy of it all, and then I go back to smothering her breasts in kisses. I plant kisses all over her chest, then drawing an invisible line with my kisses all the way down to her panties. She lifts her butt in the air, to help me remove her panties from her, and I do. When her panties are off of her, I drop those on the floor as well to join her dress. I reach up and grab her bra from under her back and drop that onto the pile also. I can't believe what I'm seeing. A beautiful woman is laying on my bed, completely naked and willing to have sex with me pretty much whenever I want. I slowly crawl onto the bed and over her until my face is next to hers. I smile and drop my hand down to her vagina, letting my fingers climb gradually up those perfect lips, getting wetter by my touch. As my fingers reach the top of her slit, I slide my middle finger inside of her pussy, feeling it tightly grip my finger, trying hard to not let go. I know, I said pussy again. But, at times like this, it doesn't matter what I say. So, from now on, I will not hesitate to say even the foulest of words. I slid another finger into her tight, wet, very sexy pussy (Oh yeah!) and started pumping my fingers forcefully in and out, just like the first time that we had sex. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Anyway, while I was pumping my fingers into her twat, I went down to suck on her clit. She was having a great time, but for some reason she told me to stop. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and licked the flavor from them before asking why I stopped. "I know that before, when we were together, you made me do something kinky. Well, now I want to make you do something kinky," she told me. "Like what?" I asked her. "Like this," she says. She grabbed my waist and flipped us over, making her be on top this time. She crawls up my body, turns around, and places her asshole directly over my face. "Lick it, Molly," she says. "No way! I'm not gonna lick your asshole," I tell her. "Come on," she whines. "If you do, I'll do something really kinky to you, something I know you'll like." "I guess so," I say. She leans down even farther, giving my tongue easy access to the most disgusting place on the human body. I take one quick lick on her puckered hole and drew my tongue back into my mouth, instantly tasting the reason why I will never do that again. However, after a few seconds, I started to have an aftertaste that was quite pleasant. I grabbed her waist and pulled it down completely onto my mouth, licking out her ass as if it were her pussy. I reached my left hand up to her pussy and slid a few fingers inside its lips, ferociously rubbing at her clit. I tongue-fucked her ass for a good, solid four-and-a-half minutes. I would like to believe that she had an anal orgasm. She dropped from atop me onto the bed and her body soon settled down from her anal orgasm. When she was finally strong enough to lift herself off the bed, she looked over at me. "I only wanted you to lick it, not have sex with it," laughed Ms. Pettison. I didn't care at the time what she wanted me to do, but I know that I just gave her an orgasm she'll never forget. After giving her one of the best orgasms of her life, I was beginning to yearn for an orgasm myself. My pussy, from the sexiness of giving her an orgasm, was starting to leak juices all down the crack of my ass. I rubbed my legs together to try and ease the feeling, but the only thing I really accomplished was smearing those juices all over the inside of my thighs. Ms. Pettison noticed this and rolled herself over my leg and started licking the juices that coated my thighs. Soon, I felt her tongue travel to the source of the wetness, which caused me to moan in extreme pleasure. My pussy was aching for some action, and she gave it more than I expected. She lapped at my pussy with more passion than she's ever shown me before. She even took a finger, shoved it in my pussy to lubricate it with my own wetness, then she circled the tiny hole of my ass. By the time she stopped teasing me and shoved her finger inside my ass, I was so far into my orgasm that the bed was shaking. I came hard, but I also knew that it wouldn't last forever, so I grabbed the sides of the mattress and rode it out. After we had fun with each other for a few more hours, right before my parents got home, we both got dressed and she left. When my parents arrived home, they didn't suspect a thing. It took Ms. Pettison and I a few more months before we figured out how to get me back in her class. So, after exactly four months, one week, and three days, I was back in Ms. Pettison's class for the first time in about a year. It was great! After a few days back in her class, I began to notice that Ms. Pettison was taking my advice. When she stretched in class, I noticed one of the thin straps of my clit stimulator hanging out of her underwear. One day, she even had an orgasm in class, with everyone watching! At the end of the day, Ms. Pettison would almost always come straight to my house and we would have sex until about an hour before my parents got home. It was great having her over at my house! She even did what she said she would, when she said she would do something kinky for me. She also said that she knew it would be something I'd like. Just in case you were wondering, I want to tell about that night... ... It was a Wednesday. After school, as usual, Ms. Pettison came over to my house at a time where she wouldn't be caught, since she was still not allowed to be seen going with me to my house. Anyway, when we got inside my house, we headed upstairs as always. Before I could comprehend exactly what was happening, because I was in too much of a rush to care about the little details, I turned around and saw my teacher laying butt naked on my bed. I walked over to her, as sensuously as I could, removing my clothes as I went, and I crawled up on the bed, kneeling overtop her and staring down into those beautiful eyes of hers. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me down to her, bringing my lips to hers in a very sexy, passionate kiss. I grab her head and embrace her kiss, building the heat between us and causing us both to get wet down there. I roll us over to allow me to be on bottom, then I trail my hands down the sides of her back until I reach her ass, squeezing it softly. She gasps at the sudden, but exciting feeling, smiling at me and rolling off of me. I prop myself up on my right arm and watch her as she gets off the bed and walks over in front of me. I sit up fully and notice her starting to kneel in front of me. I involuntarily spread my legs to allow her easy access to my sex. I see her look down, instantly realizing that she wasn't going to eat me out. I blush at my mistake and lean forward to see her purse on the floor. I never saw her bring her purse into my house, but then again, she could've brought a suitcase in here and I would have never known. She pulls out a very long, translucent red strap-on dildo that looked enormous. I simply gaze wide-eyed at the gigantic tool in front of me. "Is this the kinky something you told me you'd do to me?" I asked her. She stood up and strapped it around her waist. "You'll just have to take a wild guess," she tells me. She then grabs my leg and flips me over, telling me to get on all fours. My pussy gushes fluids, I am hornier than ever right now. I look between my legs and see her lining up the rubber cock with my pussy. She then grabs my hips and shoves the delicious dildo into my wetness. I moan loudly at the incredible feeling, my pussy clamps onto the shaft tightly. She starts fucking me hard, riding my pussy until I cream all over the humongous rubber penis. Not many people know that I'm actually not a virgin. The only person that does know is the guy I had sex with, unless he told his friends about it. Anyway, my orgasm from the dildo was one like I've never had before. I wanted to have another one, but Ms. Pettison had other plans. She was going to give me another orgasm, just not in the same fashion as before. As she begins to pull the dildo from my pussy, I lean backward to try to keep it inside me for as long as possible. I also give a little whine of disapproval as it is finally removed completely. I flip over onto my back and sit up. I stare in awe at the pussy-wet cock that had just been inside me. I lean forward to suck the juices from it, but Ms. Pettison pulled away. Teacher's Pet "Nuh-uh, Molly, not now," she says, "it's time I give you the kinky thing you've been chasing after." She grabs my legs and spreads them apart, revealing my horny pussy again. She pulls me towards the edge of the bed and grabs my ankles, pushing them up towards my shoulders. With my pussy on display for her, Ms. Pettison seemed to stop for just a moment to admire the position I was in. I saw her stare in fascination at my weeping lower lips, then I saw her bend down again to remove something else from her purse. How many things did she keep in there? When she stood back up, or rather she was bent over slightly, she held another dildo, but this one wasn't a strap-on. It was a double dildo, blueish in color, but with a single yellow stripe on it. By far, however, the most surprising thing about it was the fact that the double dildo looked almost two feet long! She pushed the strap-on, which she was still wearing, downward to her hips, allowing me to finally stare at her perfect pussy, now dripping with anticipation. She inserted one end of the double dildo into my pussy as far as it would go, then she stood up completely and rubbed the rim of my asshole with the giant cock wrapped around her hips. "Uhh! Oh... god, what are you doing?" I moan. "You want this, don't you?" she asked me in a very sexy voice. "Oh, YESSSSS!!!" I screamed as she shoved the dildo far up my ass, my own pussy juices from earlier lubricating it and allowing it to go farther inside. At the same time, she started pumping the double dildo in and out of my pussy, causing me to forget for a second about the other long stick of rubber shoved in my behind. After my ass adjusted to the size of the strap-on, my teacher began pumping her hips back and forth, driving the rubber tool in and out of my ass, causing me to moan and shout with a mixture of shock and pleasure. She released my legs and grabbed the dildo in my pussy, allowing me to watch her work her magic on my nether region. She started quickly pumping the double dildo alternately with the pumping of her hips. As the double went in, the strap-on pulled out and vice-versa. She was incredible and soon my ass and pussy couldn't take it anymore. It was a complete pleasure overload and my pussy began spewing juices all over the dildo inside of it. I screamed from the feeling, the sounds coming from my throat filled the room immediately. The inner walls of my pussy seemed to never stop pulsing around the cock inside me. My hands grasped the sides of the bed as I loudly rode out my orgasm. Ms. Pettison let go of the dildos in my pussy and ass and reached up to grab two handfuls of my tits, rubbing them all around, the feeling of it extending my orgasm. I knew that this was the kinky thing she wanted to give me. To my surprise, though, it wasn't over yet. After I calmed down from my orgasm, I could tell by the streams of liquid running out of Ms. Pettison's pussy that she wanted one herself. I looked down and I could see and feel her sliding the strap-on out of my ass and off of her waist. She didn't pull the double dildo out of my pussy, though, and very soon I found out why. She crawled up on the bed, leaking pussy juice all over my bed, and she sat down and spread her legs. She slipped her hands under my knees and pulled me towards her. I could undoubtedly feel our buttcheeks touching each other, and I could just make out the feeling of her pussy lips rubbing gently against my own. The juices that were now dripping out of both of our pussies were coming together on my bed into a single wet, delicious-smelling puddle of passion. She grabbed the dildo that was inside me and she pulled it out a bit, guiding the other end of it into her own pussy. The sight of it was amazing. I grabbed her hand and helped her guide both ends into both of our pussies, and we fucked like that for hours, giving each other an uncountable amount of orgasms. Suddenly I heard the door open downstairs. My parents were home! I hurriedly jumped off of my bed and put on as many of my clothes as I could find, Ms. Pettison did the same. I shoved Ms. Pettison into my bathroom just as the doorknob to my room was turning and then my parents walked in my room, noticing me shutting the door to my bathroom. "Molly?" said Mom. "Why are you..." "I just went number two and it really stinks. I don't think you would want to go in there for a couple of hours," I told her. "Uh... okay, Molly," stuttered Dad. "Just make sure you get to bed on time for school tomorrow." "Alright, Dad. I'll make sure to go to sleep on time," I said to him. "That's our baby girl," said Mom. "Good night, Molly." "Good night," I said. They walked out of the room and shut the door. I went towards the door so fast to lock it that I could have sworn I was floating above the ground. As I turned the golden-colored latch, I myself turned around and walked towards my bathroom. I opened the door to find nobody in the bathroom, though, which is strange because it's where Ms. Pettison should have been. Suddenly the shower curtains moved slightly. I walked over to the tub and pushed aside one of the shower curtains. There was Ms. Pettison, standing in the tub. "What are you doing in my shower?" I whispered to her, afraid my parents would hear me. "What? If your parents would have came in this bathroom, I would have been caught, so I hid here," she said. "You need to get out of here," I told her. "If my parents catch you in here, we'll both be dead!" "I'm fine," she tells me. "Don't worry about it. I'll be out before your parents notice anyway." "Before we notice what?" I turned around and saw my parents standing right behind me. I gasp and scream in terror, I know that I am in serious trouble. "Mom! Dad! I can explain!" I shriek. They both inhale, then drop their heads in what is obviously shame. "Molly..." said Dad. "Please, Dad, I'm sorry," I pleaded. "Well, Molly," Mom said, "it seems that we can't stop you from doing what you want, and this kind of stuff has obviously been going on for months." "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad, I didn't know that..." I stammered as tears were falling from my eyes. I was on my knees begging for forgiveness. "I guess we'll just have to let you do what you want to do," said Dad. "Huh?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You heard right, Molly. Now, just make sure you know, we don't support this kind of behavior..." said Mom. "...But we know now there's nothing we can do to stop it. Go ahead and do whatever it is you like to do with your teacher. We'll let her back in the house, even when we're home," said Dad. Now the tears were streaming down my face. I leaned forward and hugged both of their legs. After a few minutes, when I finally pulled away and wiped my tears from my face, my parents walked out of my bathroom. I was so happy, not only because of what they said, but also because of the fact that I didn't get in trouble like I thought. Suddenly, Ms. Pettison spoke up. "Well, Molly, don't you think it's time for you to pay me back for the pleasure I gave you earlier?" said Ms. Pettison. I turned around and saw that she was completely naked in my shower. I saw her reach sideways and turn the hot water on. I stood up and climbed in the shower with her, getting naked myself... ...My parents could hear my moans that entire night. And it was all part of my master plan. END Teacher's Pet This one's a gimme. It's sort of standard, isn't it? The teacher-student fantasy? Well, I told you in my letter about the crush I've got on my Lit Professor. He's young, attractive, enthusiastic, but he's got this side to him-- the sly, dark side that makes me want him to take me across the table at the front of the room. The beginning is, again, pretty standard. He asks me to stay after class; he wants to speak to me about my essay proposal. It's not surprising. He's asked other students to stay after-- he's asked me to before, to discuss test scores and the like. So it's nothing out of the usual. Spring has finally set in, so I'm in a sun dress. It's strapless and stops just above my knees; it hugs my figure down to my hips before flaring out playfully. I've got those leather ankle boots on, and there's a breeze so I've got my brown leather jacket too. My hair is down and my make-up simple. A touch of blush, mascara, and lip gloss. I look young and ready for the spring. As the students file out of the room, I make my way up to the front, my jacket and bag discarded back by my desk. "What's up, Professor?" "Nothing too crazy," he grins at me. I'm always pretty playful around him, and he tends to banter right back. "Just a couple of things about your paper. You've got a great thesis idea--" "Ah, I sense a 'but' coming," I sigh, pulling myself up onto the table at the front, legs swinging slightly where I cross at the ankles. "Lay it on me." "But it's going to be very hard to prove without extra research," he replied, eyes drifting down over my legs as I cross them, skirt riding up slightly. "Are you prepared to do that? Or do you want to change your proposal?" I hum thoughtfully. I knew that the idea was going to be tough to prove. I knew that I was going to have to put the time in. Curiously, nearly coyly, I peer up at him. "If I stick with it, can I come to you for help?" "Absolutely." "And since it's such a tough topic, can I get bonus points?" It's half-joking, but half-serious. "Bonus points?" He asks, laughing, shaking his head. "Yeah. Didn't do so well on that last quiz," I shrug nonchalantly. "I'm trying to stay on the Dean's List, and I need to make sure that my grades are on the up'n'up." "Alright," he smiles, nodding as he leaned back across from me. "Bonus points. Only if you do well." "I'll do great. I'm going to have your help, aren't I?" I tilt my head contemplatively. "I'm gonna have to find a way to make it up to you." He looks me over, pushing off from where he's leaning. "I can think of a couple of ways." I laugh, but it's slightly strained. "Can you?" He draws close and my heart flutters in my chest nervously. A warm hand falls almost tentatively over my bare knee, and I shiver. His eyes meet mine curiously, my face warms slightly, and he must see what he's looking for because his other hand comes up to brush my hair aside, fingers trailing over my shoulder. "I think this calls for way more extra credit," I mutter nervously, and his lips quirk up into a slow smile. "Like way more." He chuckles, tucking my hair behind my ear, and I lean into the touch. My face is warm, and I know that the flush has spread down my neck to my chest. His other hand slides up my thigh slightly, fingers drifting to the inside, and I go faintly tense. "Don't tell me that you don't want it, Cassie." He says, voice low. "I've seen the way you look at me. I've heard you whisper to your friends about what you think of me. Don't you want it?" My jaw clenches for a brief moment. But it's true. I do look at him. I do talk about how attractive he is, how intelligent. "Yes." Without another word, his lips meet mine in a slow passion. They slant over my mouth, and his tongue licks his way in. One of my hands slips into his hair, nails scratching over his scalp as my lips part for him. The other glides up his chest to grip at his tie, tugging faintly. In response, his other hand joins the one below my waist, laying over the other thigh as he spreads them and pulls me close until my chest is pressed securely to his. I gasp into the kiss, feeling him settle between my legs, sitting on the edge of the table. His fingers are slightly rough against the skin of my thighs as they slip up higher, rucking my skirt up until my panties are revealed-- purple boyshorts with polkadots and blue lace. There's a moment when I remember where we are, and I pull back with wide eyes. "What about your next class?" "Not for another thirty minutes," he replies, the scruff of his barely-there beard burning against the skin of my neck as he trails kisses down to that sensitive spot above my collarbone. "What if someone walks in?" "Then they walk in," he all but growls, and I shiver as his teeth drag over that spot, basically melting. "Do you know how distracting you are, Cassie?" His fingers tighten at my hips, thumb rubbing over the soft skin above the waistband of my panties, mouth leaving marks on my skin. "Every time you're in my class, you just sit there and taunt me. With the way you lean forward in your desk in those low cut shirts. The sounds you make when you stretch. The way you talk. Your mouth." A needy whimper slides over my lips as one of his hands slips down between my legs, stroking over me through the thin layer of my underwear. "My mouth?" "Yes," he nips at my pulse point, and my hips jerk slightly in response. "You've got a spectacular mouth. I bet it would look even better wrapped around my cock." I inhale sharply, a surge of heat flooding through me, making me ache. "Would you like that?" He asks against my ear, petting me teasingly. "Do you want to suck me off?" I don't respond, fingers loosening at the silk of his tie, hand cupping the back of his neck. "Cassie," he presses more firmly, and I let out a keen whine, rocking up to meet his hand. "Do you want to?" "Yes." "Good," he hums, continuing the motion, feeling the way I'm getting wet for him. "We'll have to try it sometime. But today? Today I want to fuck you, Cassie." His fingers peel my panties down before I can protest or reply. He lets them drop to the floor, unfastening his pants to pull out the hard length of him. A soft cry is swallowed up as he kisses me, cock filling the tight heat of me with one long thrust. I quake, and his hands slip up to my waist, guiding me down onto my back. My hips cant up as he rocks forward, burying deeper. My hair is splayed out around my head, my hands at his wrists where he's holding me, moving me. My back arches faintly as he withdraws and fills me again. It isn't long before he's fucking me with long, hard thrusts. There are these small, little sounds that keep escaping me. Whines. Moans. Sounds of ecstasy. A look of rapture graces my features, and he grunts, thrusting a bit harsher. His grip is bruising, and it isn't long before my back is bowing as I cum around him, spasming and tight. He fucks me through it, not letting off, sensations so acute that it nearly hurts. When he finally spills into me, our breathing is erratic and uneven. My chest rises and falls with it, and he strokes over my skin soothingly, panting as he leans down to press a kiss to my parted, reddened lips. Sliding from me with an obscene sound, he tucks himself away before crouching down to pick up my panties for me. There are tender kisses pressed to the inside of my thighs as he slides them back on for me, and I shudder from my spot on the table. Smoothing my skirt back down, he pulls me up into a sitting position. His eyes seem to be dark with something like warning when he finally speaks again. "I'll see you in my office on Monday to discuss your paper?" Swallowing thickly, I nod, knowing that he means to do much more than that. Teacher's Pet Note: chapter I of my story "the Amphiboid" gives a bit of background on this, I'd recommend reading that even if chapter II onwards is not for you. I. I had planned to seduce my former teacher for a long time. My efforts at exposing myself to Miss Davis were quite forward and my new source of information led me to conclude that my scheme had sparked something into motion. I was planning my next move when I encountered her entirely by chance, three days later. It was at the local corner shop. I never really had much call to go in there, but I was low on bread. I grabbed the loaf and looked up as the door clanged with a new customer. It was her! I couldn't believe it. My heart raced as I stepped up the aisle a few more steps and turned to look at a few random things on the shelves. I didn't need anything, I just wanted to get a bit closer to make sure she noticed me, I chanced a quick glance. She was staring straight at me, her features stern. She was old when I was a student and now must have been in her mid-sixties: her hair a dark grey, face wrinkled and severe, her eyes a piercing blue. I returned to my shelf browsing briefly but glanced back a few moments later. She hadn't moved, she had this condescending look on her face. It was the look that she gave at school, the look that had me fantasising about her back then. I snapped from those thoughts with a shudder, one she must have noticed. I went back to the end of the aisle again. I heard her scribbling on some shopping list as she placed a few items in her shopping basket. Her harsh tone and condescending attitude mixed well with her mature, matronly demeanour. I could see from her appearance that age had caused her to plump out a lot and her breasts to sag a bit, I imagined an unshaved body underneath, cellulose flesh. This turned me on immensely and remains today one of the key paradoxes of my sexuality: traditional physical unattractiveness, physical undesirability makes the prospect of sexual submission to such women immensely desirable to me. I think it was the thought that my attraction to them, my sexual desires, were irrelevant. It feels like some supreme act of submission. Then the scribbling stopped and I heard her footsteps coming down the aisle. Another quick glance and I saw she was walking straight towards me, her eyes intent on me. I turned back to the shelf and closed my eyes, I felt like I might have needed to rest my hand on the shelf for support, my breathing trembled, my hands trembled, I could feel my wetness below. She stopped right next to me and stood there, waiting. She must have noticed my arousal, her whole composure made me feel like I was already being dominated by this woman, like I was already her little slut. I turned to look at her. "I think you owe me an explanation," she spoke in the same low, domineering tone that I remembered from school. It managed to elicit a small muffled moan from me. I was sure I saw a bemused look in her eyes. "Explanation?" I could barely mutter, trying to play dumb. I knew precisely that she referred to my deliberate exhibitionist act outside her isolated cottage. "You still mumble to a teacher after all these years?" She gave an indignant snort, "and don't play dumb, you know what I mean." The shopkeeper was dealing with another customer and she pretty much had me cornered. I was so turned on that had she angrily raising her voice and shouted down at me the way she used to, I think I would have come right there. Hopefully, her shouting would hide my climax from the others in the store, but she remained cool and calculating in her tone. "I can see I'm not going to get the right answer from you," she held out the slip of paper. "I think if do owe me one though and I think you should come over and give me a full one." I took the paper, "w... what's this?" "My cottage has a strict dress code, you will dress smartly for your explanation." With that, she left to pay. After she was gone, I pocketed the note, took a moment to regain my composure, paid and left. I rushed home as quickly as possible. I dropped the bread as soon as I got in and raced to my room, throwing myself on the bed. I was alone in the house, which suited me just fine. I gazed up at the ceiling for a few moments before I pulled the note out and read. It listed one white blouse; one formal skirt, hemline no lower than the knee; appropriate tights; black high-heel shoes. Underneath all that, double circled in ink was "8 pm". I could do all that, but I had other concerns for the moment. I cast the note aside and lifted my knees up. My right-hand reached to my soaked panties and pulled them down to halfway between my pussy and my knees, my left holding up the skirt just enough to allow me access. As I began touching myself, I spoke aloud between moans and gasps. "Ooh, she knew..." I moaned aloud to myself, "she knew what was happening to you. Uh ah... She was toying with you, she had you cornered. She knew she could have made you come there, showed everyone what a slut you are, they'd... oh... they'd all see it." My movements sped up and my hips writhe against my fingers. "She's leading you into the trap she has set... Uh... And you're willingly entering it, you want... Oooh.. You want her to catch you. You were right earlier and she knew it too. You... already... are her... little slut! Aaaah." I climaxed so hard that my come gushed forth over my hand and my legs, which instinctively clamped onto my hand. My left hand gripped the hemline of my skirt tightly. I spasmodically rolled myself onto my stomach and began to grind with my hips against my quivering fingers as best I could. Once sated, I rolled onto my back again, my naked ass pressed down onto the wet patch on my bed, my panties just above my knees I panted heavily. I run my index and middle fingers up my pussy and to my waiting mouth. It was ten-thirty in the morning, I would be counting every hour until eight. II. Seven thirty and I had showered, dressed and was already outside her cottage. I had butterflies in my stomach I had been staying here with my parents for a few weeks and told them I was going out to see an old friend. I was tempted to take something before leaving for the butterflies I felt in my stomach, but all my parents had was the Becherovka my mother seemingly stockpiles every time she visits my grandparents. She swears by it, I remain sceptical. I was half an hour early but I could not wait. I walked up to the door, I could here nothing inside. The light in the living room was on. I shifted, took a deep breath and lifted my hand to the knocker. She must have heard me as the door suddenly opened leaving my hand just grasping for where the knocker was. "Uh... um..." "You're early, by nearly half an hour." Her tone was as acerbic as it was in the shop. "Well, I... I didn't have anything planned this evening." She sighed, "well, I suppose you may as well come in now. You can begin explaining yourself." I entered, began taking off my shoes, but she raised her tone, "I don't think you need to be doing that. What makes you conclude you'll be here for long?" "Oh, I'm sorry," I blushed and secured my shoe back onto my foot. "Follow me," she led me into her living room. It was a bit odd in style but clearly looked after. There were light pastel paint on the walls and a maroon-coloured carpet. Two couches sat on opposite sides of a wooden coffee table and there was some sort of small study area next to where the now defunct fireplace was. She had a glass of wine poured for herself already. She reclined in her couch and picked up the wine glass, "why did you expose yourself to me? And don't give me the accident rubbish, you were so transparent when you dropped your bag. Besides, I saw you beam at me." Excellent, I thought, she noticed both of those things, but her already authoritarian tone made it hard to answer. I felt a bit like I was back to being in that same state as when I first wanted her, all nervous and aroused because of her. This time, however, there was going to be no torment afterwards, no wondering what was wrong with me for feeling like this. "I guess... Uh, I mean..." "Can't answer, huh? I think I have a way of find out. You know the rumours about me, don't you? Maybe you thought it was a joke, we'll see. Lift your skirt up fully to your waist," her tone was well-suited to imperatives. I exhaled a trembling breath and my hands reached down and slowly lifted up my skirt. I wore a soft, white blouse; a black skirt, hemline just above the knees and I choose white, nylon fishnet tights. I wore no underwear, just like a few days ago. I wanted her to be able to see the colour of my aroused sex under the pale white. I exposed myself to her again. I kept my eyes lowered, never meeting her gaze. She calmly took a sip of her wine, "well, there's the explanation I sought. Misbehaving little brat, you sought to end up in this very situation. Look at You! You've exposed to me again. Look at how wet you've got gotten your nylons already! I suspected you were poking fun of me being a lesbian. Deep down, I knew what you were really after." She stood up. Putting her wine glass down, she laughed. It wasn't light or carefree, it was born from a sense of her new power. She was a domineering teacher and she enjoyed exercising power over the students, I got the impression several at the school did. Now, her trap had caught its prey and she could exercise that power sexually. Something I think she had always desired. "Hands down, behind your back." I dropped my skirt down again and complied. "Did you fantasise about me back in school?" She asked. "Yes." "You will address me as Miss or Miss Davis. Now, answer properly." "Yes Miss." She stepped forward, facing me. She put her hand on my leg and slowly trailed her fingers up until she was lightly teasing my sex through the fabric of my tights. She leaned in to whisper in my ear. It was all so tantalising. "You like women then?" "Yes Miss." "What about men?" "No Miss." "And I suppose you like mature women, ones who are domineering and powerful?" "Yes Miss. I fantasise about them all the time." "And I am a domineering and powerful women aren't I?" "Yes Miss, very much so." "What about girls your age?" "Yes Miss." "So the cute redhead at the back dreamt of me. Tell me what your fantasy about me was." "I dreamed of only the girls being in the classroom. I imagined you spanking me, explaining to them that this is what they'll all get if they misbehave. Oooooh." Her fingers were getting a lot more interesting in their movements. She respond to my moan with an abrupt laugh, again amused at her new power over me. "Tell me if you get close. Now continue." "I dreamt you'd noticed how wet I was getting. You ordered me to stand up when done and expose myself to everyone. You explained to everyone how dirty I was given how much I enjoyed it. I dreamt that afterwards, you'd run your hand over my pussy and while you were forcing me to come, you'd tell the others what a filthy slut I was." She moved her hand from my pussy and cupped my chin. She turned my head slightly to face her and began ravenously kissing me. Her tongue reached into my mouth and I let my own tongue meet hers in the passion of the moment. She stopped suddenly then backed away and she gave me a stern look, "no foul language in this house, understood?" "Yes Miss. I'm sorry Miss." "Good," she walked over to the desk and took a notepad and pen from the drawer and placed them on the desk. "Since you were thinking about this while I was still your teacher, you owe me the detention from them which I will carry out. That makes me your teacher again, doesn't it?" "Yes Miss." "First part of your detention is to strip for me. Not everything though, leave your tights and high heels on. Just your blouse and skirt then as I noticed when you first stepped inside that you were not wearing a bra." I slowly undid my blouse and cast it aside then undid the hook and zip on my skirt. Letting it drop to the ground, I kick it aside. "Don't be so untidy, pick them up and fold them neatly. Place them on the chair of the sofa. After that, turn to face me kneel before me, hands behind your head, knees apart." I complied with everything she had asked. Afterwards she looked me over hungrily. "Nice breasts, pert, perhaps a tad small but they fit you well. I see you shave your pubic hair, whatever are you girls getting up to these days?" "I would tell you to show your bottom to me but I already know how nice that is thanks to your bad behaviour. I will relish giving you the good spanking you deserve, but you do realise it's for your own good?" "Yes Miss," referring to it as my bottom was language I'd normally find a turn off. Here, it fitted her matriarchal style quite well so I could forgive it. "Unless I say otherwise, you cannot get up. You must stay on your hands and knees. Understand?" "Yes Miss." "Good, now follow me into the kitchen," she opened the door into the kitchen and switched the light on. It was quite spacious, the tiles cold to my touch as I crawled in behind her. "Now sit as you were," she said while pulling a bottle of red from her wine rack, "lean backwards, hands on the floor. I think the situations call for another drink. You drink wine?" "Yes Miss." "I might be nice and let you have some too then," she removed the cork and sat opposite me to the floor. She lifted the bottle and poured some of the wine over my breast, sucking and licking it off, she did this again with my other breast. "Lie on your back, legs spread." It was a strange feeling. The cold sensation of the tiles against my ass so close to the warm throbbing of my pussy. I was cut off from this distraction by the wine splashing on my mound and the feeling of her tongue pressed against clit, lapping up the wine in slipshod motions. "Ooooh Miss. That feels good," I said as I arched to push my pussy forward. Moments later, she stopped and got to her knees. "Quiet, girl. You will speak only when spoken you, now sit up." I sat up again and resumed my position, she walked around and stood behind me. "I told you I'd let you have some. On all fours, lick the spillage up and stick your bottom out as you do." As I begin to lick the wine I felt her left foot on my ass. She dug the stiletto in slightly and I gave a slight yelp of pain. She really was getting off to this degree of power. I heard the sound of her skirt being pulled up and she removed her foot. I could hear her heavy breathing as she masturbated to the sight of my humiliation. Long before I had finished with the wine, I heard her begin to moan loudly and the sound of her hand's motion speed up as she achieved orgasm. She stopped but continued to gasp heavily. "Sit up and turn around to face me," she gasped out the order. I was happy to comply. She was leaning against the wall. "You see what you've caused? Wine is all over my floor, you've gotten it all over yourself and look at the carnal lusts you've awoken in me. If you hadn't shown off to me a few days ago then none of this wouldn't have happened. You're a bad girl, aren't you?" "Yes Miss." "You deserve chastisement, don't you? "Yes Miss." "Ask me for it then," she snapped at me. "Miss, I'm sorry. I've been a bad girl. Please chastise me." "Oh I will, Natalie, I will. I bet you're still pretty pleased with all you've done here, aren't you?" "Yes Miss." "Wicked child, come along." I crawled behind her, she led me back into her living room and sat down on her couch. "Still I did enjoy that. I believe I will have another in a while, I need to prepare myself again though and you will facilitate that by entertaining me." "Get up onto my knees," she said while patting her knees with both hands. I crawled over and complied fully, aligning myself so her hand would have the best access for the spanking. I closed my eyes, bowed my head down and smiled, eagerly awaiting the punishment. My pain tolerance has always been high, but when I'm as turned on as I was then I feel invincible. Her hand came down with a hard smack, "of course, you'll need several days of detention for something this bad." "Yes Miss." "I didn't ask you a question," her hand came down with a harder. Her hand sped up and got a little harder each time. It wasn't long before my ass began to tingle but she suddenly stopped. At first I thought something was wrong. Did she not realise that she could go a lot harder and longer than that? I couldn't say anything as that would be out of place, but then I heard her pick something up from the table, something I hadn't noticed there before. She held it in front of my face, it was a wooden-handled hairbrush. "Kiss it," she ordered. She clearly knew her stuff, either she'd done this before or she'd done research in the previous days. I was grateful either way and proceeded to kiss the handle. She took it away after a few kisses and lined it up, she came down gently at first, letting it build up again. The thing about a wooden hairbrush is it can be very pain intensive. They often left tears in my eyes, not that I cried, just because a sub has tears in her eyes it doesn't mean she's upset or crying. Some just liked the control aspect of it and saw the punishments as a part of that but I loved the pain itself as much as the giving up of control. I've even had sex where spanking had been separated from its submissive context and found it fun. The brush made a nice swish as it came down again and again, the intensity built up and I felt my eyes swell up. The pain was utter ecstasy. I breathed heavily and began yelping loudly, I heard her laugh at the sounds I made. When she had finished, I was left with the stinging sensation throbbing on my ass. She must have left bruises, I thought, given how hard it was. "I think that's punishment enough for now," she began rubbing my ass, "do you think I deserve a thank you?" "Thank you Miss." "I think you can do better than that. Get up, on your knees only and face me." When I had done that she lifted my chin up to look at her directly. This was the first time we'd made eye contact since I'd arrived here. "I think you can do better than a thank you, use your imagination." I reached forward with my hands and drew her closer. Our lips met and we shared a long, sensuous kiss. Her hand reached down and began fondling my breast. She pushed me gently, "get up onto the coffee, assume your seated position. I will be back shortly." She got up and headed into the kitchen again while I clambered up onto the table. I assumed my position, the pain as I did a wonderful echo of the spanking I had received. She returned with a chair from the kitchen and placed it in front of me then headed upstairs. I heard her rummaging about in one of the rooms above me. I lifted myself up slightly to run my hands over my stinging flesh. I run my hands underneath the fabric of my tights and, applying pressure, run my nails across the beaten and bruised skin. It felt so good. She returned and in her hands was a camcorder. She placed on the chair and begun to tweak the setting. I watch in silence as she does so, curious as to her next step. "I'm going to press record on this device and then you're going to look right at it. I want you to start masturbating and that's over your tights, not under. Understand so far?" "Yes Miss." "I've got a little bit of writing to do. You must keep it up without climaxing until I'm done. If you are close then you must stop, I will time you to thirty seconds and then resume. Each time you need to do this, you must declare that you are a bad girl and that you need to be punished. Understand?" Teacher's Pet "Yes Miss." "Good," and with that she flicked on record and walked over to her desk, placing her phone next to her as she sat down. I looked straight at the camera and began to touch myself, slowly. I wanted to enjoy the pangs of desire build up. She began writing and seemed to be taking her time over it. After a little while, the feelings grew stronger as I teased myself. I sped up without even intending to. It was only about a minute in and I was already forced to stop. "I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished." She responded by pressing a timer on her phone, then I noticed her place a tick on a piece of paper and begin writing again. After a short while, the phone bleeped. "Proceed," she said without looking up. I began anew. I was more careful this time not to push myself too far too quickly. I concentrated on the movements to allow a slower build up. Still the build up was inevitable. "I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished," my breathing was heavier, less controlled this time around. Her response was another tick on the sheet and the reset of the timer. "This time, tease your nipple with your free hand. Keeping looking at the camera." As I began to tease my sex anew. My left hand stroked up my body and began to twist and torment my nipple. I gave a sensuous look into the camera; I unfurled my tongue and gave a slow lick in the air; I smiled wickedly and licked my lips; I began to gyrate my hips. I wanted to look as bad a girl as possible for Miss Davis. I raised myself up slightly and turned. My left had now dug its nails gently into my ass and slowly scratched upwards, I gave a defiant, aggressive look to the camera. When the orgasm approached I found every part of me was now pleading for release. My pussy pleaded with me to disobey but I pulled away. With orgasm denial I've found that the more times you get to the edge, the harder it gets not to step over each time. "I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished," I moaned. I was impressed I pulled it off. I heard her clapping slowly as I leaned back, glowing from my efforts. "I'd finished my writing a while back, but you were doing so well I thought it wrong to stop you there," I realised that I was so into my performance I hadn't noticed her watching me. She walked over and turned the camcorder off and picked it up, "get off the table and follow me." Her order was a bark as one would to a pet on the furniture. I followed into another room, a television and music room by the looks of things. She placed the camcorder down next to the television screen and she pointed for me to kneel next to the chair opposite the screen. "Eyes to the ground until I say so," I heard her plug in the camcorder. She switched on the screen and then I heard the sound of clothes being removed and cast to the floor. "You may look now." I looked up to see her standing there, naked except for a pair of black stockings. As I suspected, she was no looker underneath her clothes either. Her breasts were quite large but sagged with age and her body was dumpy. She had let go with shaving her legs and armpits and her mound looked like it had never seen a pair of scissors, let alone a razor. This made it all the hotter to me. As unattractive as her body was, I had no choice, she could use me and fuck me however she wanted. She walked over and sat on the chair next to me, remote control in hand. "Suckle my breasts," she demanded. No sooner had she asked than I had her nipple in my mouth. I sucked and stroked it with my tongue. Periodically I switched between them. "Touch me," she already had my wrist firmly gripped in her hands and pushed it against her sex. I played with her clit and shortly after she pressed play on the screen. It came to life with the recording she made of me. I could feel her body shiver under my touch. "Stop now," she paused the recording after the second time I reached the edge. I obeyed and moved back from her. "Crawl around to face me now!" She snapped out that order. I crawled around to see she had spread her legs. "Is that tongue of yours befitting of a bad girl like you?" "It is Miss." "Prove it, make me orgasm." I approached and teased her sex with my tongue. I slowly rolled the very tip round the swollen clit. She began to moan and I switched to strong flicks up and down. "Oh that is befitting." She switched on the screen again for the final segment. My dirtiest side was out then and I knew this was the part she wanted to come to. I doubled my efforts and I soon had her legs wrapped around me tightly. Her gasps and moans were intense. I then felt the shudder of her hips as she achieved orgasm. "Oh yes," she moaned, "that is a wicked tongue, oooh. I'll have to punish you further for this." I kept going rapidly after she came, increasing speed as necessary. Eventually she pushed me away and breathed in. I smiled inside at the brief moment of power I possessed. It is surprising how much power over the sadist the masochist can have if they know how to grab it. I heard the clapping on the recording behind me. She did not move from her chair. "You approached orgasm three times, that's three days of detention. Your second will be tomorrow at seven in the evening and you cannot touch yourself until then. Understand?" "Yes Miss." "Good, you may stand now. Gather your things and get out of my classroom." "Okay Miss," I said and stood up. I promptly got up and walked into the other room, got dressed and silently left. It was already past nine so I headed straight home. Tomorrow was another day. II. I began the day as normal, went through my usual routines as much as I could. I fumbled things a bit more, let distraction take hold of me. I had wonderful sex yesterday but hadn't been allowed to come. It made me fidgety and anxious. Still, I got through the day and was now walking up the steps to Miss Davis's home. As I got closer, I heard the sounds of talking within and stop for a brief moment. I could hear other voices within, all female, but I wasn't sure how many. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Miss Davis answered dressed and silently ushered me in. She picked at a button on my blouse and I undressed. Down to my tights and heels, I was about to kneel when she grabbed my arm and held me up. She dragged me into the living room where I discovered the source of the voices. Three other older women were sitting on the couch. Two were in their late fifties or sixties, again nothing particularly pleasing to the eye. The last one, however, was beautiful. She was fifty-three and had put a lot of effort in remaining healthy. I could see that it helped a lot and she had aged really well. She had this curved hourglass frame. Her breasts were quite large; I generally prefer smaller breasts but hers really suited her frame. Her face was smooth and her slight wrinkling helped create this sense of experience and mature beauty. Her hair was a chestnut brown and permed, I had guessed she must have dyed it. I knew then I didn't stand a chance of resisting the teasing I would undergo tonight. In the back of my mind, I already relished the thought of my disobedience and pondered the sweet tortures I'd have to endure in retribution. "Her she is," Miss Davis said, "apparently she was fantasising about me in class back in school." "Miss Davis spoke highly of you. We'd rather like to experience that for ourselves and Miss Davis has kindly invited us around to view your performance and enjoy you," one of the older ladies said. "This is Miss Chambers, Miss Peters," Miss Davis said of the older two, "and Miss Elliot. You will always address them by these names, only speak when spoken to and will fulfil their every desire while they are here. Understand?" "Yes Miss." "Good. Now as you can see ladies, she's already quite wet and the prospect of pleasing you all. Since you are my guests, I will give you free reign over. Treat her as you would any other sex toy as that is all she is. Any pleasure she feels is incidental to our own. Now, Natalie, turn around and give them a proper view." I gave a three-sixty turn and could hear the sounds of approval from the guests. "Can we get started on my initial suggestion?" Miss Elliot said, "I'm looking forward to what we do can because of it." "Yes, I believe that is a good idea. Natalie, kneel before us with your knees apart." I complied silently and kept my eyes to the ground. Miss Davis stepped before me then knelt down to my level. "If you start getting too close, you must tell me," she pressed her hand firmly against my clit and became to tease it through the fabric. She sped up and my heavy breathing elicited an evil laugh from her. It was only about a minute in that I needed to tell her. "Miss, I can't hold out much longer. Please show mercy." "Let's say a minute and a half is all you need to hold out then you're free of this teasing. That leaves you around twenty seconds." She began counting down and I focused my will on holding out. She slowed as she counted and I'd managed it. As she stood up, I let out a sigh of relief. "Well done, Natalie. You held out," she paused for a moment then spoke with gleeful cruelty, "Miss Chambers, it's your turn, another minute and a half." I suddenly panicked, "But Miss, I can't hold out, I don't want to disobey you." "I didn't give you permission to speak and I don't recall saying you wouldn't have to endure the same teasing from the others. You are only free of my teasing." I whimpered meekly, internally relishing the delectable cruelty being thrust upon me. Miss Chambers stepped forward and assumed her position. I closed my eyes as the teasing began. I tried to focus on nothing, kept my mind as still as possible as the movements sped up. I gritted my teeth as the orgasm approached and I took a risk. I thought that in these last few seconds of the countdown I would climax so I looked at Miss Elliot. She was so beautiful, I wanted to imagine it was her doing this to me. She made eye contact back but said nothing. I don't know how but I held it off and the time was up. Miss Davis must have noticed but said nothing as I sat there breathing heavily, body shuddering but not yet broken. "Miss Elliot," Miss Davis said calmly, "you are up next, I believe." As Miss Chambers returned to her seat, Miss Elliot stood and slowly walked forward. "Look me in the eye," she said as she knelt. It was an imperative as much for my sake as for hers, she had me figured. She knelt down and placed her hand on my stomach. Her hand slides around, fingers pointing down then she slowly lowers her hand. She whispers in my ear. "I saw how you looked at me. You want to come for me, don't you?" Her voice is a whisper, we're far enough across the room that the others might hear what we're saying but probably won't. "Yes Miss. Very much so." "Why's that?" "You're so beautiful. I want my orgasm to belong to you." Her fingers then slide underneath the fabric of my tights. Her contact with me is direct, skin against skin. She moves softly at first. "Miss Davis will get very jealous and you'll bear the brunt of that, but I'm going to make you come." She let it build up slowly. It didn't matter, I wouldn't have resisted if I had any choice. I opened to her, dropped my guard, all my resistance. The orgasm spread out from my sex darting across my nervous system like the limbs of a tree. She slid two fingers inside me as her thumb continued to pleasure my clit. I couldn't help but reach forward, my hands held onto to hers trying to push her deeper inside and my legs clamped shut. I saw that Miss Davis was touching herself to the sound of my orgasmic moans from the corner of my eye or maybe it was to the thought of my punishment but I kept my gaze intently on Miss Elliot: the red rush on my cheeks, the moans from my parted lips, the look of absolute devotion, they were all for her in that moment. "Good girl," Miss Elliot whispered to me before standing up. She placed her fingers in her mouth and gently sucked them before returning to her seat. Miss Davis pulled down her skirt. "I'm frightfully sorry for her awful behaviour, ladies. Miss Peters, as you were left out of this because of her disrespectful behaviour, you may decide the punishment." "I'm sorry Miss Peters," I gasped. "Shut up, girl," Miss Davis replied, "you knew what would happen and you indulged anyway. You'll take your punishment." "I will Miss." "That wasn't a question. Remain quiet and let Miss Peters decide." "Thank you, Miss Davis. I think the suggestion I put forward earlier would suffice if you would permit me an additional surprise for her." Miss Davis nodded her approval, "Natalie, get up onto the coffee table, lie on your back. Keep your legs parted, bent at the knees." I crawled onto the table and slid onto my back. I parted my legs and gazed up at the ceiling. I heard Miss Davis reach for something then approach. The next thing I knew was a blindfold over my eyes. I could hear rummaging around in a bag. Something was pulled out. I heard the swishing of something in the air and then felt the tip of what must've been a riding crop on my clit. Miss Peters paused to speak. "You've been a very bad girl haven't you?" "Yes Miss." "And this part has been the most wicked, hasn't it?" "Yes Miss." "Beg me to punish it." "Oh Miss Peters. Punish my sex. She's so bad and wicked. She deserves whatever you give her, as much pain as you desire. Make her a good girl again." "I don't think I can make 'her' good again, do you?" "No Miss." "Well, I guess this'll just have to be for my own amusement. Ladies, perhaps you'd like to help as we discussed?" I heard movement then felt a pair of arms wrap around each leg, pulling them apart. Miss Davis held my arms in place, leaving me completely at Miss Peters's mercy. The first swish of the crop came down hard, I yelped and writhed to no avail as the swats came down. She was a clever one, she knew that a steady pace and speed would make me come again. She knew how to manipulate the crop to maximise the agony I felt. At one point, her whipping grew steady and strong. I thought that this was it, she was going to whip me to orgasm. She heard my heavy breathing, saw my writhing. The others didn't need to hold my legs apart, they were wide open and my back was arched, offering my exposed pussy to her cruelty. I never feel more grateful for my body than at moments like these. I parted my lips and begun to moan louder and louder but then I felt the approaching wave of orgasm suddenly recede. Miss Davis held my arms fast, preventing my instinctive impulse to reach down and finish what the crop had started. They all paused and watched, enjoying the sound of my heavy breathing subside into frustrated whimpers. "That completes phase one," Miss Peters said, "Miss Davis would you be so kind as to order your student to arch against your couch, hands on the arms?" "You heard her, do as she says now," Miss Davis's voice was calm, methodical. She removed the blindfold I complied readily only to receive a sharp slap on my ass. I yelped in surprise. "Stick that out more," again a command to which I readily complied. Miss Peters walked over and ran her hands playfully across my ass, "have you claimed this part of her yet? I would rather like to have some fun with this." "No, but you are the guest so feel free." "Ah, and if you would permit, I'd rather like to make her climax again." "She's already climaxed once today without my permission and I'm not going to give her permission this time but you may still force her to. I doubt you'd have difficulty getting as many orgasms as you'd like from her but please keep it to the one." Miss Peters smiled, "I believe that's acceptable, perhaps Miss Chambers would like to use the things I was talking about earlier as a masturbation aid on her." Miss Chambers nodded in ascent before Miss Elliot chimed in, "I'd rather like to see this tongue of hers in action. Maybe I could sit up here and she could demonstrate the skill you were telling us about." "I'd rather not compliment her too much in front of her, but I believe that can be accommodated," Miss Davis replied. Miss Peters reached into her bag and retrieved a strap-on. It was smaller, clearly designed for anal sex, and some lube. She stripped in front of me and stepped into the harness. While not as unkempt as Miss Davis's but her wrinkled skin and plump flesh clearly showed its age. She tightened it and then applied lube to the shaft. Still holding the lube in one hand, she rubbed the shaft as she walked behind me. "Head straight, eyes forward," Miss Davis barked. Miss Peters applied some lube to her fingers then to me. She began her teasing before fingering my ass, slowly at first but she gained speed quickly. "I think she's ready now. Miss Chambers, I took them out a short ago. They should be ready too." I wasn't sure what she meant at first. I had other thoughts in mind. I relaxed and let her cock inside. She had just started to slowly fuck my ass when Miss Chambers returned. I discovered Miss Peters's idea of a masturbation aid. Miss Chambers had brought in a bucket of ice cubes. She positioned herself beneath me to get easy access to my clit. "Miss Elliot?" Miss Peters voiced was strained, she was putting more and more effort into fucking me. Miss Elliot pulled her underwear down and stepped out of them. She then slowly lifted up her skirt to reveal her sex to me. She positioned herself and knelt down to whisper to me, knowing the others would hear. "Taste me." "Thank you, Miss Elliot" came my trembling response. I didn't care that Miss Davis saw my attraction, she could punish me all she wanted. Miss Peters's attention alone could have caused me to come given time, but I suddenly became distracted by my new goal. I used trick at my disposal, I wanted to make Miss Elliot come hard. The first quick swipes of the ice cube touched my sex. It was wonderful feeling the cold, soothing touch. Eventually, the quick swipes moved to my clitoris. "Pen... Penetrate her with some," Miss Peters was clearly enjoying herself. I felt the cold, hard ice enter me then another and another again. Feeling the cold sensation slowly work its way up within me felt good. "After she climaxes, build her up again so she's close to another but not too close," Miss Davis's voice had its usual cruel edge. The strokes of ice on my clit returned. Shortly after, I began to hear Miss Elliot's moans and felt the twitches increase in force and frequency. As she arched back and moaned, her hands clenching the couch. My hands reached up and gripped her thighs, digging my nails in as I came. She reached forward and gently pressed down on my hands, her moans intensifying. Feeling it explode throughout, the feelings running through my clit and the pounding thrusts throbbing, I found it so hard to continue on Miss Elliot but didn't let up. I screamed out in delight, I felt my legs buckle, but I held firm. I wanted to make her come as hard as I could. As my orgasm subsided, I felt Miss Peters withdraw slowly. "I'll get her close again," she said with a purr. Miss Elliot moved away and took an ice cube from the box. "Suck it," she ordered, holding it to my mouth once I had finished with her pussy. I complied and began to suck greedily. A few moments later she pulled out and passed the cube along, picking another from the box. As she held it to my mouth to suck, I felt Miss Chambers proceed to insert another cube of ice into me. "She must really be enjoying herself," she said, "that last one didn't last long at all." Teacher's Pet As I suck on the cube, I jolted as Miss Peters teased my ass with a cube. Too big to put inside me there, she nonetheless teased and tormented as the others worked on my mouth and clit. The build-up was kept agonisingly slow, but as soon as I begged to come, they stopped suddenly. I whimpered my torment. Miss Davis stepped forward and pushed me down onto my knees again, "follow us into the other room," she ordered in her stern way. I followed and found the table in the other room had been set for a game of Bridge, the only difference being the riding crop now rested on the table next to the cards. "Natalie," Miss Davis began, "you will wait at our feet and give us oral pleasure as we play whenever we demand it. If there is a queue for your services then the riding crop is there to speed you along. However, if the application of the crop causes you to approach climax, you must inform me. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss Davis." They took turns in demanding my services as the night went on. I discovered that bridge was a very long game indeed and twice I had to plead them to stop the cropping for fear I might break my duty to Miss Davis yet again. Miss Davis was deliberately cruel in this regard, holding off and resisting as I pleasured her. As the game drew to a close, Miss Davis left and retrieved a tray of ice, commanding me to sit on it as they finished their game and touch myself, staying on the edge as much as possible. It was so nice to feel the cool touch of the ice against my reddened ass. As hard as it was to hold back, I managed it, my moans and frustrated whimpers entertaining them through the rest of the day. By the time they'd finished their game, Miss Davis had me back where she wanted me. I wanted to come so badly and yet I wanted this divine agony, this beautiful frustration, to go on and on. The conflicting desires to be both sated and ravenous consumed me. As they packed up, Miss Davis ordered me to crawl in the kitchen and wait until she finished with the guests. As I heard them readying to leave, Miss Elliot walked into the kitchen on some pretext I didn't make out from their talk. "Stand up," it was soft, gentle, certainly not an order. As soon as I did, we were ravenously kissing, locked in each other's arms for a few moments. She stood back, smiled and held up a piece of paper. She blew me a kiss and mouthed the words 'left coat pocket' before vanishing. I returned to my position. The last of them left and Miss Davis appeared. Her voice was flat, anger bordering on hatred in it. "Get up, get out." I obeyed and those were the last words we exchanged that night. As I headed home I reached into my pocket for the note. It had a mobile phone number and a short message: "it's not Miss Elliot, it's Alice." I beamed a smile as I returned the note to my pocket. III. The final day began as the second had with all its tension and distractions. I was left thinking about the last words she said to me and her tone. She didn't need to trash talk me, she didn't to put in effort, she had this natural cruelty and bitterness that she directed at me even as she lusted for me. It flowed together so well and I could see in her eyes this desire to hurt me playing off against a desire to simply fuck me. When I arrived at her house, I stripped for her and she led me into her drawing room once again. She pointed to the coffee table and issued her first command. "Lie on it, on your stomach." I crawled over and up onto it. I lay flat, my breasts and stomach pressed against the cool surface of the table. She walked past me to get something she had hidden behind her couch. She walked over and once again I was blindfolded. "Stick out your tongue." I complied and felt her run the length of a cane along the tip of my tongue. I knew she'd save the best punishments for last. After the tip had passed, she stood up and step a little while giving it a few experimental swipes. The building tension was working its magic, my inner thighs were wet with my arousal as I anticipated the punishment to come. I have a high pain threshold but the cane was one of the few things I've ever experienced that has pushed that threshold to its limits. I heard her step around me and then run the cane along my ass. The first swish came down and I moaned. I wanted to be defiant today, I didn't feign any pain for her. If she wanted the power, she'd have to come up with a special trick to dominate me. She hit me over and over again and I begged her for more. She knew hitting me harder would simply numb me, she saw the red streaks appear and turn to a dark purple. I still begged her for more even when it became so intense that another part wanted to beg for mercy. I heard her breathing grow heavy. It wasn't exhaustion from her efforts, it was arousal at my response. I heard the cane drop from her hand and the hurried sound of clothes being removed. I felt her now naked body pressed down on mine and she begun to grind herself against my swollen ass, her hands pinning my shoulders. I felt the movements get more hurried and her breathing more strained until her body's spasmed with pleasure atop me. She lay there for a while, I heard her breathing calm then she got up. I was surprised at what she said next. "I love it when you misbehave." "I know, I love misbehaving for you Miss," I replied. I was rewarded with a sharp slap to my ass. I took a sudden intake of breath, which descended into a purr. "I didn't give you permission to speak," she barked at me, "just because I like you misbehaving, doesn't mean you're allowed to. Come off that table now," she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off. She dragged me into the kitchen with her hand. She bid me stop at the door then went into the centre of the kitchen. She went into the middle of the floor space, turned to face me then knelt on the floor. She beckoned me over and pulled me up so I kneeled before her, her leg between my own. She pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "You like being a bad girl for me, don't you?" "Yes Miss," I replied. "But you want to be a good girl sometimes, don't you?" "Yes Miss." "You want to be a good girl now don't you?" "I do Miss." "Of course I don't need a reason to punish you. I can punish you even when you're being a good girl, can't I? I don't have to be fair, do I?" "It's not my place to question you Miss." She laughs and pushes my head forward, my lips and tongue to her breasts. I wrap my lips around her nipple and begin to suckle. "Good girl," she said as her hands slid down my back. She moans to my efforts as I alternate between gentle sucks and firm licks eventually sucking harder as her nipple stiffens in my mouth. After savouring my efforts to her satisfaction she pulled me away and roughly repositioned me over her knee. She had a new game ready. "You were a very good girl there," she gently run her hand over my bruised ass, "you deserve a reward for that." She slapped me hard, the throbbing from earlier turned to sharp pangs again. "That was so unfair of me to hit you after you'd been such a good girl, wasn't it?" "It's not my place to ques..." she cut me off with a sudden yank of my hair. "It was unfair, wasn't it?" she let her emphasis fall on the last two words. "Yes Miss," I responded, gauging her intent, "please, Miss, I'm a good girl. I don't deserve this." "No, you don't," her hand slapped down, harder and harder, "but I don't care." "Please Miss, let me go, you're hurting me," I put on my best damsel in distress act. After all her prim properness, I was surprised by her sudden dark turn. "Fuck you, you slut," her voice was as harsh as it had ever been, "all those years I could've fucked you, I'm going to make you suffer for everyone one." "No Miss," I begged, "you can fuck as long as you want. I'm your little slut, I'll be a good girl, I'll behave. Just please stop hurting me!" "Shut the fuck up and watch your language. I don't need to stop, I'll fuck you anyway." I gave moans and cries between each slap. When she finally stopped, she dug her nails into my skin and I give a sharp intake of breath. I imagine in that moment how wonderful it would feel to bring myself to climax as she dug both hands into my swollen ass. I was so close to the edge that it was hard preventing such thoughts driving me over it. She relented and began to gently stroke along the welts. Her other hand reached beneath me to fondle my breasts. "I was being cruel there, wasn't I? You took it though, you relieved now? Ready to be fucked instead?" "Yes Miss." Instead she pinched my nipple hard and resumed my spanking. She gave a cruel laugh to my yelps. "Well, I'm not going to yet. I'm going to take you from behind and you'll feel each thrust sting you. You won't know whether to beg me to fuck you harder or for mercy." I bit my lip from the treatment and closed my eyes. As much as I wanted to come from this, I held off with the anticipation of my next punishment and reward. "On your knees, face me," she said, pushing me off her lap. She stood up and arched so her sex was pushed forward towards. Rubbing her clit gently, she moaned softly and relieved herself. It streamed against my face and breasts, it was the ultimate act of humiliation and degradation for her. She owned me now, marked me as hers. I rubbed my breasts as the liquid poured over them but suddenly she stopped. "Turn around, on all fours." I did so, my swollen ass arched towards her, I knew now why she suddenly stopped. She resumed and I felt her release splash against my swollen cheeks. Once she had finished, she turned and walked over to a cupboard. I remained where I was, wet and dripping with Miss Davis's scent. I thought over the last few days, I deserved this, I'd been a bad girl. I let myself feel a warm relish in that thought. I heard the cupboard open followed by rummaging and the sound of her putting on her strap-on. Once she had finished fastening to her satisfaction, I heard the squirt of lube. She approached and knelt behind me. Without saying a word, she lined up then slowly entered my pussy. She built up, fucking me harder until the pleasure of her cock and the pain as each thrust pushed her firmly into my ass became an intense mix. I wasn't going to beg for mercy, I wanted this so much. "Please Miss, may I come?" "No," despite her efforts, she kept her voice flat and controlled, "not until I am ready. You may only come after me." I concentrated on keeping my control. I fought hard as she built up but I was breaking down. "Please Miss," I pleaded desperately, "I need to come!" She ignored my plea and continued to thrust. I felt hot flushes racing through me as I resisted with every ounce of strength, letting her build herself up. I was surprised, as I felt her orgasmic shudder that she could continue to thrust with such force. I was soon knocked from such musings. "COME... NOW!" I let go and soon felt my last ounce of resistance fail. I pushed back against her thrust as the pleasure raced throughout me. Our cries of pleasure mixed together and she found herself unable to continue. I continued as best I could but soon it was too much for either of us, our exhausted bodies unable to continue. We lay there on the cold kitchen floor for a while after, gasping for air after our efforts. She became a lot more forgiving after that. She still insisted I remained on all fours but allowed me to shower before I left. All the while, I remained on my knees and she required me to masturbate for her viewing pleasure. Once I had come again for her, she let me dry off and get dressed then showed me to the door. "I hope you've learnt your lesson. Don't let me catch you behaving like that again or we'll go over this again, understood?" "Yes Miss." "Good, now get out." IV. EPILOGUE. As on the first day, as soon as I was home I raced up to my room and threw myself onto my bed. Rolling onto my stomach, I let myself build up to another orgasm as my other hand dug its nails into my ass. As I came, I thought of those last words, not to let her catch me misbehaving and warning me of the consequence for doing so. She said that knowing, as much as I did, that she was going to catch me misbehaving again and again. I was both a good girl and a bad girl rolled into one and she didn't intend to change that one bit. THE END. Teachers Pet? I would to give a special thanks to KingLeonides for his comments and feedback as I would have never wrote this, he gave me an insight that has been so helpful as he lent his time and patience after several re-writes until I was happy with this. Thanks again KingLeonides ---------------------------------------------- Taylor was a 36 year old married woman with two young children at kinder garden; Taylor had light brunette hair which sat on her shoulders perfectly and piercing blue eyes which felt like they could peer deep into your soul she had left her job to have her children now she wanted to work again. She had been a teacher and she loved it, now life was dull as it revolved around her children's needs and shopping for the household goods. The twins Zackary and Grace took her most of her day but that left a large part of the day sitting around the house. Taylor wanted more than being a Mom, she made an appointment to see her old boss the principal of the local high school because she was ready, and no she was going stir crazy being at home. Taylor hadn't wore make up in years because it was too much effort just for her own kids and Jackson her husband. Taylor's wardrobe was dated as she had spent more money on the twins than herself. She picked out a blue flower covered summer dress which clung to her shapely figure hour glass figure and matching blue heels. Taylor checked herself in the mirror one last time before she picked up her car keys and purse and headed out. The neighbourhood was quiet as it was the middle of the day and most everyone was still at work. Things had changed as she pulled up to the high school, it had a major face lift and it was cleaning then she remembered. She parked the car in the visitor's parking lot and headed towards the principal's office. She felt confident about getting her old job back but she hadn't taken in account that she had been away for so long. The same receptionist she knew sat at her desk guarding the principal's office like a guard dog. "Hi Taylor nice to see you again." She had a real problem as she never any good at making small talk. Taylor sat down and waited she felt like a school girl in trouble as she saw other people come and go without the receptionist even raising her head in acknowledgement of their presents. The phone on her desk buzzed into life, it was the principal's voice. "Send her in please Ms. Groves!" Taylor wasn't ready to hear that the voice was not the one she had expected as it was a man and not the person she was lead to believe. Taylor got up and put her hand on the door handle and turned it to see an unfamiliar face she wondered where principal Dean was she was a woman who had worked in schools for a long time. This person was a total unknown; Taylor took a sat and crossed her legs as she felt anyone could see up her dress. "Mrs. Peters, it nice to meet you finally as I have heard no end of glowing references about you from the staff and the student body here." Taylor was quick to capitalise on that and started her pitch. "Well principal its Ms. Willis as I don't use my married name." The name plate on his desk read "Principal Hadley". "Mr Hadley I just want to work again as being home is killing my mind and I need more than conversation with my children as I'm going stir crazy." "Ms Willis I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I can't offer you your old job as you have been away for too long, but I can't give you a teaching assistant's position instead." At this point Taylor didn't care as long as it got her out of the house and back into work. "I will take it take it Mr. Hadley." She rose from her seat and lent over the desk to shake his hand, the top of her summer dress opened up and the principal could see Taylor had an impressive pair of tits being held in a beautiful white lace bra, he guessed she was a 38 DD or even bigger. Taylor was unaware that she had just flashed her new boss her tits as she picked up her purse and left his office. Mr. Hadley sat back in his chair and wonder on those amazing tits she had just flashed him, it made his day as he realized that she would be a staff member within the week she would be the most attractive member of staff at school. Taylor got back to her car and felt happy as she would be back in teaching soon, first she needed to do some grocery shopping as the twins would be hungry after kinder garden and Jackson would want to eat too. Taylor pulled into the parking lot of the shopping Mart as it was on the way home. She parked up and grabbed a trolley; Taylor's head was in the clouds as she walked along the aisle of the Mart, she never saw the young man she hit until him and then it was far too late. The trolley hit him; he turned around and was just about to yell at the person who had hit him when he reconsidered her as his former teacher from high school Ms. Willis. Jack couldn't believe it had always had a crush on her even then, now standing there in that summer dress she looked damned amazing. "Please Ms. Willis its fine no harm done." Jack had spent a lot of time in high school having fantasies about Ms. Willis, most boys of his age were into girls of their own age but Jack only ever had Taylor in mind when he a masturbated session. Taylor stood there and had no idea who the man was and why he used her Madame name. How did he know her as she was totally oblivious to who he was. "I'm so sorry sir; I was a million miles away." Jack couldn't believe his luck standing there was his former high school teacher and she hadn't noticed who he was. "No problem and its Jack miss, from high school, you taught me a few years ago." Jack couldn't believe that she was still a babe and even hotter than ever. Taylor had kept her hour glass figure through her pregnancy as her summer dress clung to her hips. Jack had the image of her in his head and felt his cock stir in his pants, he noticed in her trolley diapers and steaks; no way had she had children with her figure. She looked like a mature super model as she stood there him through to himself. "Ms. Willis can I buy you drink before you go back home." Jack took a gamble on the fact she was going that way. "Sure, please call me Taylor as we aren't in high school anymore." Taylor recomposed herself and looked at Jack and she had a naughty through to herself about how cute he was even if he was younger than her. She never remembered how she had such a cute student and missed it totally. The both of them did their shopping together as they got to the check out they went to the same till, Jack was such a gentleman and let Taylor go first at the till. It didn't long to ring the items Taylor had through the till and had them packed, Jack's on the other hand took a while because there was a lot more in his full trolley. The packer asked him if he wanted them taking to his car but Jack declined his offer and picked up his four paper bags with such ease that Taylor couldn't help but be impressed with him. Jack had his hands full so Taylor helped him with the door and followed him to be car, a beat up red ford. Jack put the bags on the roof and fished in his tight pants, this was the first time Taylor had noticed that him and his physic and how hot he actually was as strip lights on the Mart did no one any favours, but in the light of day Jack was an attractive man to someone. Jack pulled out his keys and popped open the truck and dropped his groceries in and turned to help Taylor with hers, Taylor was embarrassed as Jack was being such a gentleman with her and she felt safe with him. "What about that drink now Taylor"? Jack felt strange calling her by her first name as she had been Ms. Willis to him even when he masturbated over the image of her at high school. "OK. Jack but I can't long as I have to pick my children soon." This was more like a date night with her husband Jackson than a casual drink with a former student. Taylor felt relaxed in his company, Jack was telling her about how successful he had become but still hadn't found the one. Taylor listened as if she was being tested later, she seemed to be absorbed in his story about his list of bad girlfriends and how they never measured up to his dream girl or how they cheated on him. Taylor slipped her white wine as she listen and she found herself checking him out, his chest then she wondered if he had abs or the hardest six pack ever and how big he actually was as she had seen he was wearing the tightest pants possible on. The fact that she was married or even that she had children never crossed her mind while Jack spoke, Taylor found Jack attractive on a whole new level it awoke something deep inside of her. Taylor made her excuses and went to the bathroom of the bar. She checked herself in the mirror and went into the stalls; she was only in for seconds when she heard another two younger voices talk. "That guy is totally hot" one said. "Yeah I know, but who's the old hag with him." Taylor heard the comments and froze in the stall. "I'm going to check him out and get his digits so we can hook up." "You know you can be a real bitch when you want to be," the other voice came back "Yeah and you love it." Taylor waited until she was sure that there was no one in the bathroom before she left the stall, she readjusted her hair and replied her lipstick and headed back to Jack. She saw two young women sitting with Jack she guessed that these were the two she had heard in the bathroom. Jack looked uncomfortable as they pawed him and hung on to him like a cheat suit. "Get lost ladies that's my man," Taylor was just as surprised as Jack was. The two women left but not without giving Taylor a dirty look, Taylor sat back down next to Jack, this time she looked more confident in her look. Jack lent forward and gave her a kiss full on the lips, Taylor found herself not rejecting the kiss but embracing more as she slides her tongue to meet his in her mouth. The pair of them spent the next few moments kissing and exchanging fluids. Taylor broke the kiss and took Jack's hand and lead him out to the parking lot, the sun was dipping low behind the city's buildings as Taylor slammed Jack against his car and continued to make out with him. Taylor could feel his hands all over her body, her dress was the only thing stopping him touching her flesh and setting her off again, Taylor had never been this passionate with Jackson. Jack's hands cupped her tits as they embraced she wanted to strip off and allow him to play with her sensitive nipples but her lace bra held her back. Taylor wasn't going to let Jack get away with that without her finding out what he kept in his pants as she felt it press against her legs. Taylor dragged Jack around to a more secluded spot of the parking lot, they more like a teenagers than grown adults as Taylor got to her knees and opened his pants. Jack tried to stop Taylor but a part of him wanted this more than anything as he saw his former teacher look up at him with what could be best described as puppy eyes as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to find his cock was straining under the fabric of his boxers. Lust had gripped Taylor and she fished out his cock and licked her lips as she first saw it, a massive cock sprung out before her and without a second through she brushed her hair over her ear and sank on to it. Jack looked down to see his cock disappear into Taylor's mouth, oh my god it was heaven as Jack lent back and let Taylor suck on his cock. She paid attention to the underside and held his ball's as she kissed and sucked on them. Jack closed his eyes and imaged that he was back in high school again as Taylor moaned, Taylor was totally enjoying the moment as sex with Jackson had become a once a week affair and she never even knew she had this in her. Taylor ripped open the top few buttons of her summer dress and took Jack's cock and pointed it at her lace clad tits. Jack could see Taylor slowly working his cock over her tits; Jack could easily make out the size on her anoles as they were slightly visible through her lace bra. Taylor saw her wedding ring shine in the setting sun and never gave it a second thought as his cum splashed all over her breasts. Jackson had never been this adventurous even in bed as the high point of her sex life with him had been a kissing session in a public park before they were married. Jack was a man who put a real buzz back into Taylor. Jack opened his eyes and saw his former teacher covered in his cum what a dream come true he thought, Taylor held him while she purposely reapplied her lipstick and gave him one final kiss leaving a red ring of lipstick on his cock. Taylor got up from her knees and fasten the remaining buttons on her dress and gave him a kiss, Jack could taste himself on her lips. Jack put away his cock back into his pants. "I want to see you again Jack." Taylor was feeling as alive as she felt his warm cum soak into her breasts. "Me too." Jack said as he come to the realization that Taylor Willis was the one he had been looking for all his life. "I need to pick up the twins and cook a meal before Jackson gets in but call me later lover boy." Taylor had never been so horny even when she was pregnant she was never this horny, how had a former student do this to her and that blow job wow she thought. Taylor headed back to her car and turned around to wave sexually at Jack and Jack in turn blown her a kiss back. The twins were waiting as they saw Mom enter she apologize for being late to the assistance who had waiting for Taylor to arrive. "Struck in traffic, I'm so sorry." The assistance wasn't bother as it was her job to look after theses little darlings until they there collected. "Don't worry about Mrs. Peters." Taylor used her married name for the rest of her life but when it came to teaching it was always Ms. Willis. Zachary and Grace behaved themselves while Taylor drove home, all she could about was Jack and how handsome he was. Taylor never notice the guard who sat on the gate of their gated community, she usually waved but she didn't this time, Zachary and Grace waved to the guard as they always did. Taylor got in and was about to take a shower as she stepped out of her summer dress, Taylor noticed that her panties were damp and thought maybe next time Jack could return the favour and eat her out. Zachary and Grace were playing in there room as Taylor stepped into the shower, she didn't want to smell of another man's cum but at the same time she wanted Jackson to know that his wife saw seeing another man and he was better than him. The water flowed over her body and didn't help the fact she was horny as hell, as sex with Jackson was now once a week she had stopped shaving her pubic hair and looked like a small forest between her legs. Taylor saw Jackson's razor and decided it needed to go because she wanted to look good for her new lover, the idea that she had a lover was amazing and how awoke she felt by it. Taylor never heard Jackson come as the shower was deafening, Taylor finally removed all her pubic hair and then washed her hair, Jackson shouted. "Hey honey." He first heard his two wonderful children playing upstairs and knew that Taylor would be up there too. So he put his briefcase down and headed up. He put his head into the twin's room and saw Grace playing with her pink dinosaur and Zachary crawling around in circles. Jackson knocked on the bathroom door the sound made Taylor jump as she was in her own world of her own. "I'm be out in minute, honey." Taylor picked up her underwater and put into the hamper and put a towel around herself and a smaller one around her hair. She opened the door and saw Jackson dressed in his suit and gave him a kiss on the cheek, Taylor couldn't believe how different it felt with no pubic hair as the towel brushed against her now bare mound. She went into their bedroom and got dressed. Taylor dried herself off and picked out a pair of satin panties and the matching bra and then a pair of jogging pants and a baggy top, and then she did her make-up which was unusual. "You look really nice today, honey" Jackson had always known when to say the right thing to his wife to make her feel good about herself but today he was playing second fiddle to the new man in her life her lover. Cooking was never one of Taylor's greatest achievements as the only thing she could cook was steak and of course Jackson wouldn't have said anything bad about it. The twin ate anything put in front of them as they were mini garbage units as Jackson called them. After dinner Taylor and Jackson settled down in front of the television and watched the twins sleep as the games host asked his questions. Taylor heard Jackson snore as he fell asleep next to her on the couch. She gave him a kiss and picked up Grace and took her to bed and then Zachary who she knew would wake up as she carried him to bed. Taylor spent a few minutes getting Zachary back to sleep and then went to their bedroom and got bed spread and took it downstairs; Jackson was sound asleep as she covered him. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and went to bed herself. Once in bed all she could think about was Jack and how she wanted no needed to see him again, she started to finger herself as she had never even brought a dildo or a vibrator because her sex life was so good but now her finger would have to do. Across town Jack wondered if it was all a dream and would he wake up soon to realize that nothing had happened but the fact of was he saw the red lipstick ring around his manhood and how his cum had splashed all over her tits, was this real or a dream yet to wake from. Sleep wasn't easy to come by for Jack as Taylor invaded his mind and how did him land such a babe, she hadn't even give him her number or where she lived. He couldn't careless that she was married or even had children that just added to the whole mystic. This was a fantasy he wanted to make real; he wanted to know if she felt the same way about him as he felt about her..... Teacher's Pet Another Clifftop College story, enjoy! ***** There was something about Smyth Robertson that made Claire come back again and again. His intense azure eyes were fixated upon as she stood before him, sending shivers down her back. His dirty-blonde hair hung messily across his forehead; she grasped it tightly as she sat down upon his lap, feeling his ever growing erection press against her groin. Her eyes drifted down to his naked torso, where she stroked her fingers across every toned ridge of muscle. "What happened to 'never again'?" Smyth whispered into her ear. It sent her pulse rocketing. He caused a yearning to stir deep inside of her. He fingered the lace material of her corset, his hands soon finding her bum where he grasped firmly, staring hungrily up into her excited eyes. Claire bit her lip to control her giggles of pleasure. Smyth Robertson was the most gorgeous man she'd ever met. Every inch of him was charming and irresistible; from his powerful arms wrapped around her to his intoxicating cologne that clung to her skin for hours after they'd been together. "Be quiet, there's no talking in my classroom," she winked, grinding her hips into his. She could feel Smyth's excitement beneath her. When they'd first met, she'd never believed she would get the opportunity to even kiss his lips, let alone be able to dominate him. Although Smyth Robertson made her breathing unsteady, there was nothing she enjoyed more than ordering a man around in the bedroom, and she'd been dominating Smyth for almost a week now. Yet Claire wanted more than pillow play. She craved more; though it was a dangerous hunger that she knew she must extinguish. But how could she when she was his Maths teacher every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday? "Take me to the desk," Claire ordered, sliding her arms around his neck still clutching at his short hair. Without a word, Smyth carried her over to the desk, where he laid her down and loomed over Claire in all his gorgeous glory. She took in everything about the eighteen year old man in front of her. She opened her legs to him and beckoned him forward. His heart pounded beneath her hand as she stroked his hot skin, following the trail of dark hair down to his jeans. "We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered between deep, passionate kisses that took the air from her lungs, although made no effort to stop. She began unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down over his muscular thighs. "I'm always doing things I shouldn't," Smyth chewed his bottom lip hungrily "But I never stop," his lips moved to her collar bone, causing her to lie back and luxuriate in the pleasure. "How is that possible? I've never seen you in detention," she arched her back as his tongue ran from her collar bone to her breasts. His fingers began to skilfully unravel the corset ties; all the while his other hand caressed her bum cheeks. "I'm incredibly good at hiding my destruction," he glanced up with a grin on his lips as he pulled open the corset. His stare lingered on her ample breasts before Smyth's gaze returned to her eyes. "I am under your control, Miss," he said submissively, though he couldn't hide the mischievous enjoyment from his eyes. Claire's hand rose to his face, where she brushed her fingers over his stubbly jaw. She clutched playfully, directing his face not to her bare breasts but down to her thong. "You will be my destruction," she breathed, tangling her hands in his hair and tugging as Smyth set to work. He wrapped her thighs over his shoulders, her thong somewhere across the classroom now. Delicately, he parted her lips with ease, the tip of his tongue finding its place on the outside of her dripping wet pussy. She let out a small gasp as a wave of pleasure rippled across her body. She pushed his head down deeper feeling as his tongue began to stroke up and down, from her pussy to her clit. The sensual strokes grew faster, until her legs were quaking on his shoulders. She called out his name when a finger drifted deep within her tight wet hole, his tongue now working in circles on her clit, pressing harder to the point where Claire was moaning loudly in ecstasy. All those private school Spanish lessons had taught Smyth how to roll his Rs perfectly. "Come here," she demanded, yanking at his hair until his face was inches from hers. "Yes Miss?" Smyth said breathlessly. In one swift move, she had him on his back and her legs either side of him. She threw back his arms and stared sternly down into his bright elated eyes. Using a scarf, she tied his wrists together. Claire ran her fingernails down his chest, watching as he closed his eyes and shuddered with pleasure. She leant forward and kissed every red line she'd made tenderly and then sat back until his hard throbbing cock was sliding inside of her. It was everything she'd imagined it to be. Smyth was powerless and under her control as she dug her nails deeper and indulged herself. All he could do was lay and allow this sexy, seductive woman to use him like a toy. Smyth was all too obliging. The view of her bouncing breasts and his cock sliding in and out of her delicious pussy was something he'd never forget. It was carnal and dangerous, yet at that moment, with Smyth Robertson's cock buried deep within her pussy, her hips rocking back and forth until the tip was rubbing against her g-spot, Claire didn't care. She couldn't care less whether he was her student. All she knew was that this gorgeous young man, with muscles of steel and alluring blue eyes drove her wild and she had to have him. Every last bit of him. Smyth was a drug, and Claire was addicted. Teacher's Pet Ah fall! The leaves begin to turn, the weather begins to cool down...and here in southern California, the whole damn place seems to catch on fire! It happens every year! The sky is covered with thick brown smoke and you hear fire trucks screaming by all day long. For me, a junior high school teacher, it also meant the start of a new semester and a whole batch of new students to educate. I took my job seriously and put in all those extra hours that are necessary to really do a decent job of teaching. I loved the kids too. Every year there would be the usual goof offs, smart alecks, brown nosers and delinquents. But there were also always a few special kids that I really enjoyed teaching. Sometimes, I got to keep in touch with them after graduation. There was one special boy I'll never forget. No, not a student as it turned out but unforgettable just the same. We lived in a semi remote neighborhood overlooking the San Fernando Valley and carpooling was just something everyone up there did. We all took turns and sometimes you had to deliver a student to a different school than the one your kids attended. That's how I met Tommy. My son Justin told me of a new family that lived just across Topanga from us. They'd recently moved to Los Angeles from Louisiana and my son described them as "A bunch of out of it hicks." I believe the term today would be "Nerds" but I scolded my son for his insensitive comment. "They dress all hokey!" He insisted. "I heard the son wears brown shoes!" "Justin don't crucify him just because he comes from the South!" I quickly shot back. "Remember, your mother came here from Texas. Same general neighborhood you know." My son just rolled his eyes and didn't respond. He was mortified the next day when he found out I'd sought out the new family and invited them to join the carpool. "Ma! The fellas will be all over me!" He wailed. Honestly! children can be so cruel. Justin had little to say about this matter, however and we began to pick up Tommy and his sister Juliet every other morning. Tommy was a quiet lad and attended Taft high so I had to deliver him to school after the others had left the car. I attempted several times to strike up a conversation with the boy but he was clearly feeling like a fish out of water in California and was uncomfortable trying to talk to me about it. "It's just...real different here" was about all I could get out of him. I remembered what it was like when I moved from Houston and how unfriendly the children here seemed back then. I made no further effort to pressure Tommy into conversation knowing that he would eventually make friends here. I urged him to give it time. The school year passed slowly and Tommy was fortunate enough to go back to Louisiana for a visit over Christmas vacation. I knew he was eagerly looking forward to the trip and I asked him about it when school resumed in January. "It was fun, yeah." He told me. "Got to see all my old friends again. They's all askin' me about those California girls and was it really sunny and warm all winter?" He smiled. "Do you have a girlfriend back in Lake Charles?" I couldn't help but ask. "Oh...I don't guess I do. There's one girl I was always kinda sweet on..." Tommy looked out the window as we approached Taft. "She said she missed me and stuff." "Well, it sounds like maybe she would like to be your girlfriend Tommy." I told him, happy that he was finally opening up even if just a little. "I think maybe I goofed it up though Mrs. Brockman." He replied looking up at me. It was rare for Tommy to even make eye contact, he seemed so painfully shy. We'd arrived at the high school and he just said "Bye" and jumped out of the car as usual. Justin refused to make any attempt to make friends with Tommy even though they both played baseball and were not that far apart in age. He considered Louisiana to be just west of Mars and anyone from there didn't deserve to be considered "One Of the Guys." So Tommy and I usually waited until the car was empty before chatting. It wasn't easy to get Tommy to speak so I usually would rattle on about events in my life and hoped Tommy would respond. Eventually, he did from time to time. By June of course, the weather was heating up and school was finally winding down. Tommy and I had our own little talks every morning en route to school and I came to understand that I was virtually the only friend he had. The last week of school I decided to invite him to our home to swim over the summer. His face brightened when I mentioned it to him and he said he'd ask his Mom if it would be okay. Of course Justin was aghast when he found out. "You invited that fink over to swim Mom?" He was ready to launch into another of his tirades when I interrupted him. "Listen Justin, he won't get cooties in the pool and it's my house too you know. I can invite anyone I want over to swim and you don't have to make friends or even be here for all I care." That was fine with him. I got a call from Tommy's mother thanking me for the invitation and she said she hoped her son wouldn't be intruding. I assured her that he was perfectly welcome and hardly anyone used the pool during the week anyway. My husband and I were actually nudists and were rarely home on weekends when we usually went to the camp down in the canyon. I didn't mention that to Tommy's mother for obvious reasons. So I wasn't surprised when I began to get occasional calls from the lonely young man and he would show up all ready to dive in the pool. I have a long standing policy of now allowing anyone to swim alone for safety reasons so I usually hung out on the patio with Tommy while he frolicked in the water. I'd fix a pitcher of lemonade for us and we'd sit under the umbrella and chat afterwards. I began to ask Tommy about his troubles adjusting to life here in California and it took a bit of doing but eventually he began to open up, talking about how much he missed things in Lake Charles. "We used to go roller skating on Saturday nights back home." He told me. "Everyone did it. They played our favorite songs on the speakers and we'd all promenade around the rink...you know...couples! It was fun! Here? You mention roller skating and they think you're nuts!" "Well here people do things like go surfing Tommy." I told him. "Have you ever thought about giving something like that a try?" "Gee, it does look like it would be kinda fun Mrs. Brockman." He smiled. "I might like to give it a go some day. Don't have no surfboard though." "Well Justin and Louise share one and I'm sure they'd be glad to loan it to you for the day." Tommy's eyes brightened when I said it. I didn't bother mentioning that Justin would never consent to loaning his beloved board to Tommy but I figured I could cross that bridge when I came to it. "Really? That would be swell Mrs. Brockman!" He warmly replied. "It's so...so nice of you to, you know, give me a chance at something." I could see Tommy's eyes begin to cloud up with tears. It had been so difficult for him to adjust here that the slightest offer of friendship brought an emotional response. It seemed that small exchange between us served to loosen little Tommy up quite a bit. We began to chat every day when he visited our home to use the pool. One day, he asked me why I never swam and I couldn't honestly think of an answer. I went inside and changed into my bathing suit and joined him. I hadn't bought a bathing suit in years and was relieved to find that my old black one piece suit still fit me pretty well. I was 36 years old back then but worked hard to maintain my figure. Visiting a nudist camp on the weekends was like a double edge sword: Nobody really cared what your body looked like, but still...you were naked and everything showed! I usually applied some sun tan lotion to Tommy's southern white skin and, when I began to swim with him, he would return the favor. No funny business or anything but, well, it did take our relationship to a slightly more intimate level. I finally asked him one day about his friends back in Louisiana and, more to the point, that one girl he'd said was "Kinda sweet on him." "Aw gee Mrs. Brockman," He turned his head in embarrassment. "Oh I messed it up so bad. I just don't know what I'm doing with the girls. Now I'm out here and the girls just laugh at me." He shook his head as if in thought. "Yeah, I really messed that up good." I waited a few moments before pressing on. "Maybe it's not as bad as you think Tommy." I offered. "Sometimes girls act a certain way to provoke a reaction from a boy. Maybe she just..." "Nah...nah, I really goofed up Mrs. Brockman." He interrupted shaking his head again. "I was so much looking forward to seein' Lucinda... actually everone calls her Cindy, and she seemed glad to see me too. I was stayin' right across the way from her folks house with my buddy Kenny and I got t'see her just about every day. One day, when her folks weren't around, she invited me into her kitchen for a soda. We was talkin' and...and then she got right up next to me! Her pretty face was almost touchin' mine and, next thing I knew, we was kissin'! She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I got all excited and was doin' it back to her and stuff. Her...uh, well, her tits was pokin' me in the chest and my pecker got all hard and I was worried that she could feel it!" I watched Tommy's face as he continued his narrative. "Then Cindy kinda pushed right up against me and mashed herself into me...all over! We kissed some more and then she took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom We got inside and Cindy undid the snaps on her pants and slid them off. Now all she had on was her panties and a little tee shirt top. And I mean I was excited Mrs. Brockman! Know what I mean? I was all hard as I ever been down there and here's Cindy with just these little white panties on and I could hardly look away! So I took both hands and put 'em 'round on her butt cheeks and felt around a little and Cindy moved right next to me again...she pushed me down onto the bed and stood right there in front of me. Her little panties was right in my face, almost, and I could smell her...her kinda woman smell Mrs. Brockman. And she smelled right good too! Then Cindy...kinda softly said...'Why don't you pull down my panties Tommy?'" Now I was getting excited from listening to Tommy's salacious description of his encounter back home. I listened for more details and I didn't have long to wait. "Now that's where I goofed up Mrs. Brockman." He admitted. "I guess I shoulda just pulled down her panties and we woulda been good friends. I mean real good friends! Why I didn't I just don't know. Maybe it's 'cause my sister Juliet and I once got caught playin' around out in the barn. We didn't really do nothin' serious but I remember hearin' Mama yelling at Julie that a nice girl don't never let a boy take off her panties. I love my sister Mrs. Brockman, so...so I didn't want to do nothin' to Cindy that would get her in no trouble. But then Cindy says to me again: 'Go ahead Tommy, take off my panties! Don't you want to see my...pussy?'" My throat was dry right about then and I noticed that Tommy's cock had begun to harden in his swim trunks. He was obviously becoming excited as he relived the lurid encounter that had taken place over the holidays. "And I sure did Mrs. Brockman!" His eyes sought mine as he blurted it out. "Oh Gee I wanted to get them panties off of her and get a real good look. I've seen, you know, women in magazines and stuff but Cindy was the real thing! All growed up and asking me to pull her panties off and I'm just frozen and not thinking straight. Then we hear her mother's car pullin' up and we both scramble to get dressed right. Her mom was lookin' at us kinda funny when we came walking down the hall from Cindy's bedroom like...'What're you two doin' back there?' Course from then on Cindy would just give me this look when I saw her like 'You had your chance buster, and you didn't take it so too bad for you!'" I could tell how devastating the experience must have been for poor little Tommy. A royal chance to end his virginity and he blows it. He was just 18 and had his whole life ahead of him but it must have seemed like he was doomed to failure with girls. I thought for a few moments and then my teacher's instinct kicked in. "Well Tommy sex is something we all have to learn and sometimes the lessons are hard." I began. "You sometimes need to be a bit more aggressive with girls, I mean women. When a woman sends you that kind of sign...moving right up next to you, then taking her shorts off, it means she really likes you. If you really like her too, then you should do what comes naturally to you." Tommy furrowed his brow. "Well I...I think that's what I did Mrs. Brockman." He honestly replied. "I wanted to take them panties off and see what she had but, well, I didn't...I hadn't ever...I wasn't sure if..." "I know Tommy." I answered before he finished his explanation. "Sometimes, it's hard to read the signals a woman is sending, especially when you're a younger man. Listen, would you like a chance to go back and try it again with Cindy? Would you?" "Well, 'course I would!" Tommy shook his head up and down. "But I don't see how that could ever happen. Heck, she's got no use for me now, after what happened that day." I got to my feet and reached my hand out to Tommy. The dark haired lad looked quizzically at me but took my hand and I led him into the house. "Wait here a moment," I told Tommy. I then ran upstairs to my bedroom where I pulled off my swimsuit and searched through my lingerie drawer until I found the skimpy white panties Ray had bought me from some catalogue. He got me something sleazy every year at Christmas, a very private gift, and I jokingly would call it "His Present!" Ah, there they were. I slipped into my skimpy panties and put on shorts and a tee shirt but no bra. I then went down to see Tommy. "Now Tommy, I'm going to give you a chance to learn a bit about girls...I mean women now, but we aren't going to do...uh, well, 'That' if you know what I mean." The look on tommy's face showed me he understood what I meant by "That." I led my carpool chum over to the sofa and then stood in front of him. "Okay, now first Cindy took off her shorts, right?" Tommy didn't speak but shook his head yes. I undid the snap at the top of my zipper and then proceeded to slowly take my shorts down my legs. When I'd finished, my little white panties were right in Tommy's face. He wasn't smiling now. It looked like he thought he was dreaming and hoped he didn't wake up! "And then, then Cindy asked you to pull down her panties, right Tommy?" Tommy looked up at me hopefully and replied: "Yeah, Mrs. Brockman, that's what she said." Looking directly at Tommy, I quietly said "Then why don't you pull down my panties Tommy? Don't you want to look at my pussy?" Tommy knew there was no need to respond. This was the point at which he'd blown it last time. I watched as he took a breath for courage and then brought his hands to the waistband of my panties and the began to slowly pull them down. More and more of my belly was exposed, then my patch of shiny black pubic hair! Finally, the delicate pink lips of my pussy were exposed. Tommy gasped when he got his first look at my pouting vagina. "Aw Gee Mrs. Brockman!" He managed to sputter. He continued to lower my panties until they were on the carpet and I stepped out of them. I did a short pirouette and let him see the full ripe cheeks of my butt too before I asked if he would like to see a bit more. He nodded his head and I pulled my tee shirt up and over my head baring my good sized tits to him also. I was now completely naked before the youth and I could tell he was mesmerized by the sight of my body. Of course, being a nudist, this was no big deal for me but for Tommy? He couldn't take his eyes off of my naked pussy! "Maybe you should take off your trunks too Tommy." I told him. "It's only fair." Tommy eagerly jumped to his feet and pulled his trunks off leaving him nude as well. His cock was, of course, hard and erect and pretty good size for a young guy. Yes, I took a minute to savor the sight of his big stiff teenage penis! "Okay Tommy, now when you find yourself with a girl, or woman your age and you want to let nature take it's course, it's best not to rush things. Here...move aside for a minute." Tommy made room for me on the sofa and I laid down on my back and got comfortable. "Now, would you like to see what a woman's pussy looks like honey?" Of course we both knew the answer to that question so I just lifted my right leg up onto the sofa back and let my left leg down onto the carpet. This opened up my vagina so that Tommy could see the entire length of my pink lipped pussy! "Come a little closer Tommy..." Tommy needed no further encouragement and was between my legs in a jiffy. Okay now just take my pussy lips in your fingers and spread them apart." I softly told him...my voice now beginning to crack as I was now becoming very excited too. I thought back to my first sexual experience and how thrilling it had been to show my pussy to my first boyfriend. he'd come before he could enter my vagina! I wasn't going to have sex with Tommy but I knew he would always remember this day for the rest of his life. Tommy crept up real close and then touched my pussy lips softly. He slowly did as I'd asked and spread my pussy open until the slippery pink interior of my sex was visible. "Wow!" was all he said. "Now Tommy push your finger in there...down towards the bottom...yes, that's it, right there honey. Oh, that feels real nice Tommy!" The youth looked up at me as he did it and then began to slowly move his finger in and out as he caught on to the natural feel of the sex act He didn't speak but continued to finger fuck me as I lay there nude before him. "Now, a little deeper Tommy. Yes...Oh yes Tommy! Deeper and a little faster please. Oh that's just right! You are a fast learner honey!" Tommy speared my bare pussy with his finger over and over and I wasn't faking it when I told him how good it felt. It had been a long time, a real long time since I'd found myself with a hard bodied young guy with his cock stiff and his balls full of sperm. Oh Ray and I have a great sex life and all, but...but this was different. I was getting so excited I decided maybe I better stop before things got out of hand so I gently removed Tommy's finger from my pussy and then moved to my hands and knees on the sofa. Tommy stayed behind me and drank in the lurid sight of my naked asshole and pussy laid out there for him to enjoy. "Is...is your cock hard Tommy?" I asked with a smile. If it wasn't hard now it never would be! "Oh yeah Mrs Brockman!" He gasped. I reached back and Tommy eagerly slid his cock into my searching hand. I gave him a light squeeze and then dragged his intensely bloated penis to the valley between my rear cheeks. I looked back at my youthful suitor and told him to "Rub it in my butt cheeks for a minute." I honestly figured when Tommy got a load of the thrilling sensation of sliding his overstimulated prick into my butt crack, he would come instantly. But I had underestimated little Tommy. "Mrs. Brockman?" He said, his voice rising, "May I kiss your asshole first?" "Tommy!" I teased him. He could tell I wasn't really insulted or offended, so he just leaned forward and then I felt his soft little tongue beginning to paint my anus with little wet strokes. All around my tight asshole he worked his tongue until I began to have some impure thoughts about anal sex! I found myself remembering the time up in the loft of a fraternity house at Valley State when I'd foolishly gotten drunk and was close to fucking a boy I barely knew. I didn't want to get pregnant and told him so. His response was to slide his big cock up my ass! I hadn't even heard of such a thing before but he made me take all of him back there. Teacher's Pet Then Tommy moved back temporarily and I felt my pussy lips being pulled open once again. And then his soft tongue was upon my naked cunt and he licked me up and down over and over. I guess he was heeding my words about taking his time because, unlike my husband who can only kiss my pussy for so long before be wants to shove himself in, Tommy seemed content to please me with his lips and tongue. "Oh Tommy, that's real nice honey!" I said looking back at him. "Reach underneath me and play with my nipples while you lick my pussy!" Tommy grunted at my lewd request and eagerly began to caress my nipples, encouraging them to stiffen which they did! I was beginning to pant with excitement and knew I had to stop Tommy before we did something that we...Okay, that I would regret. "Tommy, please...no more!" I begged. "Here, let me use my hand to pleasure you!" I managed to crawl forward a bit and escape from Tommy's sensual caresses. "But...But Mrs. Brockman, I...I wanna..." "I know you do Tommy but we agreed. I wanted to show you about being with a girl but we can't just...just do that! You know that honey." He looked disappointed. so disappointed. I knew I couldn't just leave him like that. Then a positively nasty thought came into my head. I pushed Tommy up against the sofa cushions and then settled on the carpet before him. I knew he had no idea what was about to transpire so I just went ahead and did it. I took his cock in my hands and brought it to my mouth. With Tommy's astonished face looking on, I began to kiss and then softly suck on his penis, bringing cries of pleasure each time I slid my mouth down on him. He took my head in his hands, (as if I was going anyplace!), and began to lightly push up to meet me, forcing me to take more and more of his manly cock into my mouth. I was whimpering submissively as I took all of his prick into my throat and did my best to please him. Here I was, completely nude before this young guy, his big cock buried in my mouth and straining to come...come right down my throat! I guess I only have myself to blame for what happened next. I fully expected to receive a mouthful of Tommy's sperm and was prepared to swallow it just to please him but he mysteriously stopped shoving forward as I sucked. I looked up at him and was surprised to see him moving to his feet. I was still reacting when he grabbed me and kind of roughly pushed me onto the sofa cushions with my knees on the rug. Realizing what was about to happen I complained "Tommy No! You can't honey! don't do this!" But Tommy had learned all of his lessons quite well that morning. "Sometimes a man has to be assertive Mrs. Brockman." He repeated what He'd learned earlier. "You have to be aggressive to get what you want. You want to get fucked don't you Mrs. Brockman? Be honest now." "I'm sorry I teased you Tommy but really honey, this isn't right!" "First you took your shorts off, then you asked me to take off your panties, right?" He reminded me as he opened my pussy lips and prepared to fuck me. "Then you took off your shirt and showed me your nice big titties...right?" I felt his cock head now applying pressure to my already wet pussy. "Then you asked me to spread open your little naked pussy lips...isn't that correct?" I knew I was sunk right about then. I was going to be fucked and there wasn't anything I could do about it. "Oh, but then you got up and knelt for me Mrs. Brockman. Got on your hands and knees and showed me your little asshole and, just below it, your hairy little pussy. So, now I'm just going to do what nature calls for me to do." Having said that, Tommy shoved forward and treated himself to his first taste of mature female pussy. He moaned with pleasure and kept pushing until he'd managed load all he had into my teasing little cunthole. I felt his hairless young balls slap into my pussy lips and he waited a moment before he began to move again. I knew to beg him to stop was hopeless now. I had to admit, I'd been the aggressor all along and it was a bit silly to try and stop him now. So I just knelt there and took it. Took all of his inexperienced young cock right in my pussy. And soon...soon I began to understand something else: I was doing what comes naturally too! I was enjoying a hot fuck from this young man whom I'd gotten to know and like and yes, I knew exactly what I was doing when I invited him into the house. It's a man's nature to take what he wants. That's all that Tommy was doing now. And then, somehow, I was liberated! "Oh Tommy, don't spare me!" I called back to him. "Go ahead and fuck my little bare pussy good and hard! Stick it all the way in there honey! I let you take my panties off! I let you spread my pussy open! I sucked your cock Tommy! Now, now fuck me good and make me come!" Tommy did what came naturally then and began to drive everything he had into my perspiring body. The sound of his balls slapping into my pussy lips filled the room and I knew the end was near for both of us. That big stiff prick kept sliding into me deeper and deeper and I helplessly gasped with each stroke. "Just a bit more Tommy!" I begged. "Oh just a bit more cock...!" "What's a nice word that will help you get what you want Mrs. Brockman?" He asked. And being a teacher who had used that ploy on students before, I knew the answer: "Please Tommy!" I quietly replied. "Please fuck me!" That did the trick. Tommy blasted me with a dozen or more ball jarring strokes before pulling his cock from my satiated pussy and splashing gobs of hot white sperm onto my ass cheeks! "Ooooo Tommy!" I gasped in admiration of his manly emission. He gave me all of his sticky come and It was just what I wanted and deserved! Tommy started the next school year at Pierce Junior College with a much different attitude and, given the fresh start that each school year brings, he made friends and slowly acclimated to his new life in California. Went out for the baseball and made the team. Acquired some female "Fans" too! I think we taught each other a lesson that day. That memorable day. Yes, we both learned something! Teacher's Pet This is the next story regarding the good Professor Clarke Hendrix and what happens to his life after The Kelpie's Lover story. These characters will be in future stories and have random adventures as they get to know each other. They will not all be chapter-stories but stand-alone in a series of stories. Thank you for reading! ***** Anthropology professor Clarke Hendrix didn't match the image Heather painted in her mind. She wasn't sure if she felt disappointment or relief at this fact. She'd really let herself get carried away with the fantasies she'd crafted about him over the month she'd interviewed for the job as his student research assistant. She began the crush the prior year as she followed the news involving the exciting discoveries he was making in remote locations of Scotland. Her research of the man uncovered the usual, he spent time in Egypt, Greece, and Italy focused primarily on various underwater Archeology sites he researched for several books he authored. Then, this past year his discovery in Scotland changed his focus. He'd been diving off the north most points in Scotland looking for sunken ships when he discovered a burial site on the distant island with significant artifacts, the research of those findings were still in the works. The implication that he'd found something spectacular. The last year of high school couldn't be done fast enough. She wanted out there to discover lost artifacts and learn about obscure societies. Her friends didn't understand the draw of her choice of study. She was captain of the volleyball squad, she played soccer and softball and ran cross country. Why did she want to be digging in the dirt or locked in a room squinting at dusty old books? "The excitement of the uncovering the unknown," she told them. They just didn't get it. And Fresno! Why Fresno? Because: Professor Clarke Hendrix. She spent her last year in high school interning for Fresno State on her winter and spring breaks. She had not met Professor Hendrix yet. Though she'd researched him and seen plenty of pictures. When she was there for her work, he was off elsewhere. There were two opinions about the Hendrix. He was a driven hard-ass who was very intense and he was a good teacher who could teach you a lot if he didn't break you in the process. So she threw herself into the studies and work during her holidays, inspired to make the most of this time and learn as much as she could. It wasn't all book work though, she also climbed Half Dome and went on a rafting trip down the Kaweah River and camped in Sequoia National Park, went scuba diving in Monterey and skied Badger Pass. She wasn't the homecoming queen, but her best friend was. She went to the winter formal and prom. She let her quarterback boyfriend finally get to second base in the limo going home from her eighteenth birthday party. Eighteen, she was legal, a switch on her sexual urges should click to 'ON'. Right? Chip was painfully good looking no question about it, all the B's. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Broad shoulders. Bull necked. He was only missing the most important B of all. Brains. She really liked Chip, they'd dated since they were freshmen, and she always assumed there would be the natural progression into sex. She kept waiting for the spark that would set the fire and consume her. Her best friend told her she just needed to let him touch her 'down there' and get her libido started up. It would be so good once she felt his big hands on her pussy. Maybe let him put his smart mouth to work on her cunny. Heather wasn't so sure Chip would consent to putting his mouth there on her soft pink lips. His kisses were pretty good, she tried to imagine his tongue going to that delicate place between her legs but felt not spark of longing. He tasted like black licorice thanks to the Jägermeister he'd guzzled. Chortling, he ripped her bra away and fell onto her, drooling over her neck as both hands clawing up into her breasts. When she cupped her hands over the front of his slacks, she could feel the pulse through his cock as it strained in anticipation. His thick fingers grabbed at her breasts and squeezed, twisting the handfuls back and forth with drunken delight at finally getting to feel the soft mounds of flesh without fabric in the way. When would she feel the fire spread through her belly? She looked out the window of the car as the city lights twinkled by them. The weight of his powerful body pressed her into the leather seat and his hips rocked back and forth against her stroking hand. His moans and growls muffled as he lapped and slurped his way up to her ear, "Lets fuck back here. It will be a moment you'll remember forever!" He moaned to her. "For your birthday baby. I need you so bad it hurts." What hurt was his fat fingers scrubbing against her pussy. After he tore down her panties, he tried to shove a finger into her. She couldn't be sure if it was the taste of his mouth or his fumbling that left her dry and cold. He wetly slurped on her other ear, soaking the skin. He groaned. "It will be so good baby. I love you baby. Just let me stick it in you." She squirmed, trying to make herself comfortable while the finger drilling at her dry hole. Or was she trying to escape the relentless pressure? This was the hotness that her friends were all praising? Did it get better the longer his finger ground against her? Finding her not getting any wetter, he drew the hand back and spat on his palm and then reached to cup it over her sex, smearing the liquor spit against her mistreated pussy. The sensation was warm and burned slightly against the delicate petals of her virgin sex. By this time, he'd helped her get his belt open and his pants down, boxers pushed over his strong hips. He paused in bruising her breasts in his grip to look down at her hand wrapped around his bare cock. It was too dark to enjoy the finer features of his body. The hard, youthful muscles, the sexy hipbones and the upward thrusting cock flesh that he shoved at her, demanding. Lights from passing cars flickered over him as he thrust into her encircling fingers. "Fuck Heather! So good. Isn't it good baby?" His voice shook, breaking in a moan as she cupped his velvety balls and rolled her fingertips along the cum filled orbs. A drop of precum drooled from the head and landed on her belly as she squeezed her fingers up towards the tip. Her efforts had distracted him from grinding into her pussy. This was enjoyable. Watching his face twist with pleasure, feeling his powerful body shuddering over her, his cock pulsing under her palm. "I want to fuck you Heather!! Let me fuck you!" He growled it out, already trying to work between her thighs. His hand strong against her hip and thigh, forcing her open wide enough to get between her legs. He was so huge, she wasn't sure how her aching pussy could take him. She already felt rubbed raw from his attempts to finger her. His eyes rolled back into his head as he jerked his hips forward, grinding the head of his cock against the mound of her sex. "Chip, wait. I don't think I'm ready. I'm—" He silenced her protests with a kiss. As his fat tongue brutally thrust between her lips, she had a moment of panic that he could overpower her and take what he wanted. She squeezed against his balls with her hand as though that would stop him. His body jerked and his moan filled her mouth. She felt his heartbeat through her palm as she squeezed and then the hot spray of liquid against her belly and a second gush between her breasts as his hips surged back and forth in her grip. He broke the kiss, throwing his head back with a cry of pleasure. Lights glitter over the seed he'd shot over her exposed skin and clothing. Cum drooled over her knuckles and along her wrist too but most of it soaked her body. She gasped for her breath, shaking violently under him. So, that was sex, she thought. She was not impressed. His sticky heat cooled quickly over her stomach in the dark of the limo. His soft grunts rasping like a rutting beast. Her neck and ear was also cooling from the bath he'd given her with his greedy mouth. He slumped back into his seat, looking at her with hooded eyes and an expression of pride for the leavings on her tawny belly and tits. The breakup was clean and easy, for her at least. She thought she'd work on a 'we can be friends' speech, but after he called her a frigid dyke she felt no desire to spare his feelings. Besides, there were only a few months until she would be moving to Fresno. It seemed a realistic place to end their relationship. Next time they were alone in an intimate situation, she might not get so lucky to get him off before he took what he wanted. Maybe she was gay. She thought about this often after the breakup, reflecting on her lack of desire. Chip was dating one of her friends the week they broke up. She didn't feel anything about that, except to pity the woman for what she'd have to put up with. Then she heard the other woman talking about the sexual exploits and no longer worried about it. "He is so fucking big! My panties were soaking wet by the time he was done sucking on my tits and he didn't even have to touch my pussy." The girl gushed over lunch the following Friday. "We were in the back of his car, I didn't think we'd have enough room back there but he managed to fit in just right. Every inch of him. I have never cum so hard in my life." Heather found a Penthouse magazine in her big brother's room. None of the pictures of naked women thrilled her either. She flipped through the whole thing, looking at the slick and slippery pink holes spread open with painted fingernails. Images of women pressing their naked pink pussies together, grinding them and breasts together, pinching taunt nipples as they writhed on sand or beds or the back of a pickup. Images of toys stuffed into tight little puckers and smearing open the juicy cunts. Her own passions remained quiet and unresponsive. She was frigid? Except when she imagined Professor Clarke Hendrix! She could look at the picture of him fully dressed and feel the sullen heat flush up her neck and through her cheeks. When she thought what it would be like working with him it made her heart pound uncontrollably. She thought of looking into the intense hazel eyes as she pressed herself up against her lean, lithe chest. Then she spoke with him over the phone for the first of her many interviews and she was done for. He had an elegant British accent, his tone low and quiet as he explained the details of what the job would entail. He grilled her ruthlessly about what she wanted to work for him in particular. What were her goals? Why did she think she would be the best candidate for this job? What expectations did she have? And as they talked, she found her hand sliding into her shirt, caressing along the swell of her breast. Her fingertips found her nipples taunt and when she brushed them over the peak, felt the tingling warmth between her thighs. It sparked a sensation low in her belly twisting in a tingle making her blush burn hotter. She wanted to feel his breath against her thigh as he asked her, "What do you think if the best quality for a research assistant?" And feel the curl of his tongue write his name along the delicate skin along her pussy lips. The first orgasm she ever had happened the night after she got off the phone with him. She'd managed to shimmy out of her panties as she'd answered his questions. Her fingers stroked over the soft lips of her pussy while she spoke calm and cool into the phone. "I am young, but what I lack in age, I make up for in determination, drive and dedication." She head swam and she wasn't sure if she sounded like an arrogant hack, or an overachieving future college freshman, but she didn't care, her finger was knuckle deep in her pussy then and she was fighting the urge to moan out his name into the phone. "Do you have any questions for me my dear?" He asked, that refined elegance in his tone as she looked at the picture of him on the back of his latest book. "What are you expectations for your research intern?" She managed to keep her voice steady as she asked the question and was rewarded by the smile she heard in his voice over the line. "I expect nothing but perfection." Even as he said it, she drove her finger deeper into her cunt, hearing the wet slap of her skin on the slippery heat of her velvety lips. She was so swollen, her clit hard like she'd never experienced it. "I am a demanding educator and I expect that the person working with me will be just as focused and determined to get to the truth. Attention to detail is key and a steady work ethic that will not surrender at the first obstacle." Every word licked passion through her and she had to turn her head away from the phone and pant into her pillow as her hips writhed upward, grinding her palm against her clit as she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. This was the hunger then! This was the need! It was nearly blinding. She wanted to cum as he spoke about how demanding he was and his hard-ass expectations. Somehow she managed to make it through the rest of the question and answer, able to keep her voice more or less serious before the call ended. As soon as the connection ended though, she thrust another finger into her snug little pussy and focused all her determination on the building orgasm. Her thumb pressed against her clit as she fingered herself, juices coating her fingers, drenching her and trickling between her ass cheeks as she began to shudder. She looked at the picture of his calm, self-satisfied smile on the back of the book as she came, crying out brokenly as the muscles around her fingers throbbed and pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Even her toes curled and the pleasure coiled over the soles of her feet. All from his voice. She built him up in my mind, making interesting fantasies she played out in the bathtub, before bed and in the morning when she woke up. Masturbation became a regular routine in her day. It was just a phase. This would pass. Then she got the notification that she got the job. It slowly dawned on her that working with this man might be almost impossible if she had to go around in soaked panties every time she was around him. It was a risk she would have to take. So, of course when she'd marched up to the Third floor of the Peters Business building to meet him at last, her heart was in her throat, pulse hammering and her blood pumping hot. And she felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on her when she saw him. He was not what she expected. A part of her signed in relief. It was all a fantasy and she could move on, sanity could return. The other part felt a keen disappointment. She liked the idea of being the naughty school girl; HIS naughty school girl. At first she couldn't pinpoint what didn't quite match up. Through her research, she knew he wasn't a young man, but she found that mature side very hot. However, the photos left out the weariness she could see in the set of his shoulders and lining his face. She had to admit that in person, his voice lacked the confidence she'd heard during the several rounds of phone interviews. Had it been all in her mind? She'd dreamed up some mystery man? Silly Heather- you looking to get lucky with some Indian Jones dude? Of course he's going to be as old as your grandfather. Alright, not quite as old as her grandfather, but he had to be in his mid-forties. Behind the thick spectacles, his eyes seemed somewhat glassy but the smile was warm and charming. In his youth, he must have been a real ladies man. In fact, even at his age, there was something graceful about him, a dancer's elegance. He had a strong, swimmer's build. He just looked very tired. "Miss Carmichael. A pleasure to finally meet you face to face." The refined English accent was there alright, but the strength behind it lacked the luster she'd heard over the phone line. The man really was burning himself out as he'd said. The whole reason for her employment after all. She was here to work, not to flirt. Better that he was a kindly older man than a hottie who would distract her from her education. "Professor. It's a delight to be here! I have been looking forward to meeting you for so long." She couldn't possibly tell him his rumbling, refined accent in her ear gave her several heated nights and days over the past weeks. It felt almost shameful now that she saw him in person. Almost. His hand felt rough over hers, the grip steady though not strong. These were working hands. Of course they were. He'd spent most of his summer in a dig where he and his team had collected many of the artifacts she would be cataloging. What a rare find. Never in her lifetime could she have imagined to have a dig uncover new items. The whole world having plundered most of the historic sites. Refreshing that not all of them had been uncovered. This older man hardly looked the sort to be out in the cold working the dig himself, or able to dive in those frozen waters to search for the downed ships. Yes, that's really what struck her; she'd expected a man with more youth left in him. She could understand the pictures being older, but had she been tricked? "We will get you settled in before throwing you right into the work. Next week classes will begin in truth so we have some little time. Do you find accommodations here suitable? Are you staying in the dorms?" HIs hand held hers warmly and then released her before it could get awkward. The touch was polite, cultured and friendly rather than sexy, caressing and intimate. "Dorms for right now. Going to see what it's like before trying to get a place of my own. I figure I'll be too busy between studies and work here to need much space." "Right you are and wise to get the lay of the land first. Fresno is not as tame as the college brochures make it out to be. So, let me show you the office. I'm afraid our budget will force us to share, but I don't take up much room." He pushed the glasses up his nose and turned, motioning for her to proceed him into the office. "Would you like coffee? Tea?" You are here to work, she told her disappointed libido. This is still the hard-ass professor who is going to teach you all the things you need to know about archeology. You are going to have your hands in one of the biggest finds in your generation. Get your head out of your cunny. "Tea sounds great." She said aloud, trying to put cheer into her voice that she wasn't feeling. If he noticed it, he didn't make any mention, just moved to the electric kettle and poured from it into a mug. The room was cozy with two desks set up with matching computers at each one. One wall was covered by a white board and on it were pictures and maps and diagrams that listed out the previous excavation site. The desk she would work stood empty while his was loaded with papers and boxes. Other boxes were stacked against the far wall and blocking various file cabinets. A small table had a coffee maker and electric kettle and several tins of tea and coffee. "I have the traditional Earl Grey or would you like Jasmine or Peppermint?" "Earl Grey sounds great. No cream or sugar." Her words made him curl a slow smile up and he opened a tea tin and withdrew the bag, laying it into the hot water before passing her the cup. As he did, the cuff of his long sleeve shirt rode up, displaying the blue-black of a tattoo along his arm. Just a wink and then gone as he turned away to get his own drink. "Nice ink." She said, and instantly regretted it. She had not seen enough of it to know if it was a horrible prison tattoo or something worse. He looked at her curiously, both eyebrows lifting up at her statement and the intensity of his glossy gaze was much like the one that had driven many of her fantasies. "Is it?" He didn't offer to show her more as she'd hoped. Teacher's Pet She felt her throat tighten up and held his gaze a beat longer before turning her attention to the mug of tea. "I like tattoos is all." It sounded rather lame, but she couldn't back out of her statement now. He snorted, "They are forever. Not something one should do on a whim. My advice for the day." That sounded more like the voice over the phone, but it was gone and back to the weary and weak tone as he asked, "How is the tea?" As though he'd not just shot daggers at her across the desk. The hairs on her arms prickled up. Perhaps he was only acting the role of the uptight Professor until he knew she could be trusted. She didn't look up from attending the teabag and smiled to herself. She tasted a small sip of the tea and looked up at the man, a little smile curling her lips as she pressed them to the edge of the cup to take a small sip of the steamy liquid. It was very good and she told him so, trying to keep the husky edge from her tone. What a hussy. "Good. Now, what is your schedule like? I have so much work I would like to put you to but want to make sure your studies don't suffer from my selfish demands." He had sweetened his tea and added cream and relaxed behind the desk as he sipped. She noted that he was careful not to flash the tattoo again and it made her very curious what it was. So uptight in his bow tie and button up shirt and tweed jacket but he had tattoos under it. He seemed ashamed of whatever they were. "I'm full on my mornings but afternoons are open. Monday and Friday are pretty light so I can be here if that works for you." It wouldn't be appropriate to tell him that she'd imagined late night studies with him and arranged it especially for her fantasies to run rampant. He sipped his tea, his voice sounding even more tired. "That sounds fine." He removed his glasses and rubbed his fingers along the bridge of his nose as though to sooth the start of a headache. "I have to transfer many of the boxes...trying to get a decent work room for us..." He drifted into silence with his palm to his eyes, the other hand gripping the cup. "Are you alright Professor?" She asked when the silence drifted too long and he'd not moved except for the quavering hand that held onto his tea. Edging away from the side of the desk, she set her tea aside and reached out for his hand with his mug. A thrill danced up her fingers at the touch of his knuckles and she felt the heat races up her arm and down into her chest as she removed the cup from his unresisting fingers. She gasped and his eyes opened, fixing on her with a startling electric blue intensity. His gaze lacked the glazed film, he seemed to see directly into her and she felt her heart skitter faster, her breath catching. Behind her own eyes she felt a silken caress that increased to an ache that curled up her toes up to her sex. "Do you believe in magic Miss Carmichael?" His voice had a strange sing-song quality to it, in between his tired voice and the strength she remembered. She found herself unable to form words, her throat going so tight. She backed up a step and found herself against the edge of the desk. He had not even followed after her, just pinned her with a single look. She felt burned by his inelegant eyes. "Not the rabbit in the hat type of magic. Real magic. Old magic." His tongue moistened his lips, a slow caress as he held her gaze. The motion drew her gaze to his lips and she felt a warm tightening in the pit of her stomach. "I've never seen any real magic. I'd need proof of such things being a reality." She answered carefully, forcing her voice to be steady even though her heart was beating harder in her ribs. The desk felt steady and reassuring behind her ass as he leaned in slowly towards her, his smile lazy. He nodded his head, "Smart girl." He murmured low in his throat. "Do you know much about your family history Miss Carmichael?" There was the tone she remembered from the phone She lifted one shoulder, "Not much to tell. Just the normal stuff I guess." This was a strange path of conversation. Had he been researching her even while she researched him? He moved his hand slowly and settled it onto her knee and when she didn't move away from the rough touch of his hand, he squeezed along her upper leg, squeezing as the fabric whispered up her leg. "I see. Well, I think you might have a witch in your cupboard." The way he whispered it sent a thrill through her, her nipples going achingly tight under her thin shirt. "Ah, do you like that? Or do you like me touching you here?" The warm hand gripped harder on her thigh, the thumb running along the inside of her leg. "All of it." She admitted, meeting his brilliant blue gaze. OH God. Those eyes! That mouth. His voice. She arched towards him, wanting to feel his chest against hers. He didn't look nearly so tired now. The lines of his face easing as he smiled down at her. "What if I told you, I could show you magic. I can open you wide open to that magic. You've been denying yourself. Hhmmm? " His hand slide up higher, pushing skirt aside and up to her hip. His head tipped and he admired the wink of red panties and smiled. "Such a pretty skirt and what do I find here?" His thumb pressed against her slit through the fabric of the underwear, carefully stroking a valley into the soaked fabric. "Prove it to me." She whispered and then moaned, lifting her ass up and giving her hips a wiggle towards his fingers but he only continued to tease her, giving one lip of her cunny a pinch through the fabric. "Ssshhh!! Steady little girl. Steady. Oh so eager!" He bowed his head forward, his voice warm and rough into her ear as he pinched hard on the lip. "Don't move. I am not going to show you today. I might not show you tomorrow. It will take us time—I want to be in full control for that." She cried out, both at the effort to stay still and not writhe and at the sweet agony that whispered up her spine through her pussy at the pressure of his fingers squeezing her delicate lips. He released her only when several shivering breaths had passed without her movement. He resumed his petting up and down her cleft, from ass to clit through the cloth and sometimes along the edges of the lace, teasing towards her skin. Her desire trickled from her cunny as her inner walls squeezed in longing, needing him to slide into her. She gasped when he pressed his thumb firmly against her clit through the panties. A slow, steady pressure growing harder as his gaze burned into her. She felt the prickling along the nape of her neck, feeling him looking into her, through her. "So quickly you hunger for this. You would give this to me so easily?" He asked, smile cocky and a little cruel as he grasped the clit and pinched as he had the lips and played a throbbing pulse of pressures over the trapped nub of flesh. "Aahh, yess." He released her and then pushed the material aside so he could play his fingertips along her dripping cunt lips, tracing the swollen outsides and teasing her opening. "You'd give it all to me. Soon, I'll want it all. But—we have only met. Isn't that right Pet?" She moaned and arched towards his fingers, against his orders to stay still and groaned with the hand left her. He grinned down at her and lifted the glistening fingers up to let her see them shinning in the light. Then he pushed them between his lips, sucking them clean. "I might even fuck your tight little ass first. Would you like that Pet?" He asked when he was finished sucking his fingers clean. "Yes!" She gasped and shuddered despite herself, rocking back and forth against the back of the desk. More cream trickled down her thighs and she blushed. He leaned back closer and used one hand to grasp the back of her head, taking a handful of hair to pull her in closer. "I won't be gentle. So, you better make yourself ready over the next few weeks." Then his mouth crushed down upon hers. His mouth hot before his tongue darted forward and filled her mouth. He tasted like honey and her pussy and he claimed her in a bruising kiss as his tongue plunged between her lips. She'd never been kissed like that before. HIs consuming kiss demanded her tongue, and lips, and moans, suckling against her tongue when she darted forward to curl with his. He bit her lower lip the moment his other hand tore away her panties. The fabric ripped with a sigh of shredding material and pain as it tore away. Then his finger plunged into her. One finger, then a second thick, rough digit pumped into her in time with his tongue. Her cries filled his throat and he growled against her, stroking his tongue around hers while fucking her with his fingers. Each time they darted in, he curled them up, touching an unknown spot deep inside her that made her juices run hotter and faster, soaking his palm and her thighs. This made him groan and he changed the angle of his hand, using the palm to slap her clit with each inward thrust. The room filled with the spanking slaps against her pussy, harder and faster. She felt her thighs squeeze around his arm and he lifted her onto the desk so she could spread herself wider and he fingered her deeper, coiling the fingers into the tight, virgin pussy until she screamed against his mouth. As she came, he flickered and coiled his fingers into her sweet spot and ground his palm into her clit. Sensations of pleasure tightened her pussy and thighs, held down onto the desk with his strong body, she could only writhe as far as he allowed her. Her cream soaked her and his hand, a flood of pleasure as her orgasm spurted from her in a fountain. It was some time later that he broke the kiss, giving one last kiss to her bruised lower lip and drew himself up. The fingers stayed buried in her cunt a beat longer before sliding out. When she opened her eyes, she saw him slowly licking against the fingers, grinning at her. "You should probably go before I let things get out of hand." His other hand dangled her torn panties. "I'll be keeping these. I expect you to find suitable replacement for our next meeting Pet." She blushed and pushed herself up as he stepped back, head spinning and heat burning her cheeks. He turned away as she stood on shaky legs and fixed her skirt. "I—I will be back tomorrow Professor?" She asked. "What's that?" He turned back to look at her, putting his glasses back on, an expression of weary confusion in his expression. "Oh, tomorrow?" He pursed his lips, as though he were not quite sure what he'd missed and blinked at her and then the panties he held In his hand. He flushed furiously and shoved them into a pocket with a cough and deeper blush. "Yes. That would be fine. You should go." His voice trembled with a flustered sort of rush. When he pushed his hand up through his hair, she noticed the tattoo again, the ink shimmering blue like his eyes had been moments ago. Magic he'd said. Oh dear. She blinked and departed on wobbly legs, trying to piece together exactly what was going on! Magic was certainly a better option than him losing his mind. There was no mistaking the change in him though. Tomorrow...she would find out more. For now though, she needed to go home and remember every moment of that hot—toe-curling orgasm! Teacher's Pet Pamela Marie Evans looked up from her laptop, to see her roommate Frankie looking at the screen over her shoulder. Pam wore a white tank top and pink pajama bottoms that set off her golden brown skin, straight black hair slicked back in a tiny bun, sitting at the kitchen counter, laptop open. She coolly said, "Can I help you with anything?" Frankie said, "Yeah, I'm trying to pick up tips on plagiarism." "Ha, ha." "You laugh, but I'm telling you, this is serious." Pam scoffed and rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything. Frankie urgently said, "Pam, sweetheart, listen to me. This isn't like with a male professor, that all you have to do is wink those big brown eyes, or go commando to your classes, and all is forgiven." Pam innocently said, "What does that mean?" Frankie scoffed back at her. "Like you don't already know what that means." Pam just gave her most innocent face. So Frankie said, "I've taken several classes with Sabrina Barnes. Trust me when I say you do not want to get on her shit list! I've seen her fail people for less than what you're doing." "This creative writing class has been the easiest class I've ever taken. All I had to do was get one of the guys in class to give me his story. Change around a few things and it's done. Easier than taking candy from a baby." "Yeah. Until the baby starts to cry." Pam grinned. "Jimmy Waters wasn't crying when I left him. Trust me." Frankie shook her head. "I think I need to start looking for a new roommate. Cause your pretty little ass is gonna get expelled. Just a matter of when." Pam rolled her eyes, and got back to work. Then she said, "When do you leave? Aren't you visiting your parents?" "Yes, I can't wait. I'm staying overnight tonight, and I'll be back tomorrow afternoon sometime." "Cool. Sounds like fun." * * * * * * * Across campus, in her office, Sabrina Barnes went into the student files and typed in Pamela Evans' student ID number. It was Friday morning. Sabrina, like everyone else, was looking forward to the weekend. But she was especially excited about a leather and latex fetish party, at her house, tonight. The only thing missing was a Pet. It was still fairly early in the day, and she hadn't even dressed for class yet, so all she wore was a t-shirt and jeans. Even her shoes were off. While she waited for the office desktop computer to dig up the student file, Sabrina picked up Pamela Evans' latest homework submission. This was the second time she had noticed that Pam Evans had taken another student's story and used it as her own. For something like that, Pamela Evans would not only be given an automatic failing grade for the entire semester, but she would also be expelled from the University by the Dean himself, and made to wait out in the commons while her things were packed and her parents were contacted. Sabrina had seen that happen before, first-hand. It wasn't pretty. Fortunately, Sabrina Barnes had other plans for the girl. First she had to find something out. Her office computer beeped. She turned to look at the screen. Evans, Pamela Marie Sophomore Age - 20 Parents - Joseph and Debelah Evans Sabrina lifted an eyebrow ever so slightly. The girl had excellent grades in all her computer science classes, as well as excellent evaluations from her professors in those classes, so much so that it gave her another idea. But first things first. As a Professor, she only had access to a student's grades, and the ability to change them. For access to other parts of a student's file, she had to call others to help her. She lifted her desk phone and dialed the extension for the Parent-Liason Office, that maintained files on the students' parents or legal guardians, specifically how or even when they wished to be contacted. "Parent-Liaison Office, Wendy speaking." "Wendy, it's Sabrina." "Why, hello, gorgeous! What can I do for you?" "I'd like to know if there are any notes from Pamela Evans' parents in her file." "Do you have her student ID?" "Yes." Sabrina read off Pam's student ID number. She heard typing on the other end. "Do you have her date of birth?" "Yes." She read off Pam's date of birth. "Okay. Here she is. Evans, Pamela Marie. Parents, Joseph and Debelah Evans." "That's her. What can you tell me about Pam's parents?" "Well, you know, it's funny you should ask. They're taking a trip this very weekend." "Really?" "Yes. Already left, too. And there's a note in here saying not to contact them unless it's an emergency, 'emergency' being defined as anything needing a trip to the hospital. Anything else can wait." "Ah, well then, we shouldn't disturb them, should we?" Silky laughter came through. "No, we shouldn't!" "Thank you, Wendy. I appreciate it." "No problem. Aren't you having one of your parties tonight?" "Not on this line. Call me on my cell." "I sure will!" "Talk to you later, doll." "Later, gorgeous!" Sabrina hung up, smiling devilishly. The girl's parents would not only be out of town, but out of contact. Like, totally. She took her cell phone out of her briefcase and dialed a number. "Hello," said a female voice. "Hi, it's me." "Hi, me. What's up?" Sabrina quietly said, "I thought you'd like to know, I've found my perfect Pet." "Really? Not just a lover, but a Pet?" "Yes. A real Pet. But not just for me, for you, too." "Really? Why is that?" "Listen, I can't say a lot, but you should see some of this girl's grades in computer science courses. I thought you might like to hire her for an internship, and a permanent job after that. After all, you do have one of the premier web service companies in town. You should only hire the best." "Wow. You sure are laying it on thick." Sabrina laughed. "And?" "Okay. I'll meet her." "Good. Hopefully you'll get to meet her tonight at the party. Otherwise, I'll have her with me at brunch tomorrow." "Can you send me a picture?" "Patience, darling. You'll just have to wait and see what she looks like." "Wait and see, huh? Are you serious?" "Trust me, she's beautiful. She looks and sounds like a young Paula Patton." "Wow. Really?" "Really. And I know you love Paula Patton." There was a long silence on the other end. Sabrina said, "So, I'll see you tonight, then?" "Yes. I'll see you tonight at the party." "Excellent. Goodbye, darling." "Goodbye, Sabrina." Sabrina hung up and smiled. She certainly had Rebecca London's attention, if nothing else. And now, Sabrina couldn't wait to break Pam Evans to her will. She knew just how to do it. Timing would be everything. Pam Evans was the Pet that Sabrina had been looking for. Not a Slave, but a Pet. A companion. Someone to groom, to eventually become a Lover. The fact that Pamela Evans was black, and young enough to be her daughter, mattered not at all. Sabrina had made love to many women over the years, mostly White like herself, but some Black, some Latina, and even some Asian. But she had never wanted to make any of them a Pet. This one already had the body of a grown-up woman. With any luck, she wasn't finished filling out quite yet. Maybe she even still had her virginity. Sabrina glanced at the time on her phone, and smiled wider. Very soon, it was time for her first class of the day, where that young man that Pam seemed to like, a lot, would be there. Yes, James Waters. A cool drink of chocolate milk, much like Pam herself. He was the one true writing talent in the whole class. There was always one student in every class, and he was it. Frankly it was like putting pearls before swine for him to give his work to Pamela Evans. But Pam's talents laid in other areas, and Sabrina was fully intent on steering her in the right direction, as much for Pam's benefit as hers. Judging by how easily Sabrina could distract Jimmy, with just a flip of her blonde hair, it wouldn't take much to get him to talk. According to his file, he was only 21, not much older than Pamela Evans herself. It was equally essential that she get to speak with the boy alone. A bit of dirty pool was necessary. The right outfit would help there. Perhaps the boy was still a virgin as well. In that case, she decided, she would have to give him some pussy. Not just to reward him, but also to get him to concentrate on his studies, and especially his brilliant writing, instead of his reputation with the girls around campus. She'd never had black cock before. It would be interesting. Then she went to the closet in the back of her office. She knew just the right outfit to wear. * * * * * * * * Pamela walked across the manicured commons, towards the Performing and Creative Arts building. It was Friday, and it was a beautiful Spring day to boot, with sunny skies and light breezes. It was going to be difficult to focus in class and pay attention. Pam was looking forward to the weekend, when her parents would be out of town, and out of touch. She was ready to take advantage of that. There was a frat party tonight that she had every intention of crashing. But she could still have fun, until then. On Fridays, students could opt to wear the uniform of their college with certain acceptable modifications. So that was exactly what Pam had done, as well as one certain unacceptable modification. She was wearing the usual long-sleeved white button-down shirt with a gray plaid skirt, her black hair put in a single long braid, wearing pink lip gloss, cute little white canvas sneakers, and no stockings, looking like a very young Britney Spears from her "Baby One More Time" video. She felt just fine this day, as she trotted up the stairs and went into the building through the front entrance. Once inside, she sashayed down the hall, entered the classroom, and took a desk on the front row, winking at the boy across the way as she sat down. The room was full of conversation, as it usually was on Fridays. Students were discussing their plans for the weekend. And then, just a minute later, Professor Barnes entered the room. Complete silence fell. Pam suddenly felt distinctly underdressed. But she always felt that way in the presence of Sabrina Barnes. Sabrina Barnes was wearing quite the outfit, considering it was Friday, and most professors were taking advantage of Casual Fridays. She wore a dark grey satin blouse, tucked into a breathtakingly tailored black leather pencil skirt, with a black leather belt around her waist. Sheer black stockings were on her legs, and sky-high black patent leather peep-toe pumps were on her feet. Her pretty blonde hair was pinned up in a perky bun. Glasses were perched halfway down her nose. Professor Barnes slowly walked into the room, crossing in front of the blackboard, and over to the lectern. The boys in the class watched her every move, followed every swish of her skirt, and every single click of her high heels. Even Pam had to admit, Professor Barnes did look very pretty. Professor Barnes already had the class eating out of her hand. Or at least the male part of it. And she hadn't even spoken a word. It was sickening. Admirable, but sickening. Pam knew Sabrina Barnes was Swedish or Norwegian or something like that, which explained her creamy pale skin. It was amazing she could even step outside without getting a sunburn. But Pam also had to admit Sabrina Barnes was more than just a pretty face. She could hold the attention of the whole class without speaking a word, as she just did, walking in to the room. Pam sometimes wondered what it would be like to be with a woman, and when she did, Sabrina Barnes was sometimes the star of her fantasy. She even wondered, fleetingly, what Barnes' breasts must feel like, in her hands, and against her face. Soft, she bet. Then Pam dismissed her fantasy with a shudder. Ewwww! Professor Barnes placed her matching black patent-leather case inside the lectern. Then she turned to face the class. "Good afternoon, class." Right on cue, the whole class chorused, "Good afternoon, Professor." "Who in this room can tell me what plagiarism is?" Several hands shot up, but Sabrina Barnes walked right up to where Pam was sitting. Pam suddenly regretted her choice of wardrobe. But she couldn't exactly excuse herself to go home and change, not when class had already started. That would have been, like, rude. Pam looked up, and instantly got hypnotized by her beautiful china-blue eyes, not to mention the deep valley of creamy cleavage peeking out from her blouse, until Sabrina put her hands on Pam's arms. The touch felt electric. Sabrina's hands were soft. Pam swallowed. "Yes, Professor?" "Miss Evans, please tell the class what plagiarism is." Pam swallowed again. "Plagiarism means to use someone else's work or ideas, and present them as your own, without referencing the original work." Barnes gave a single crisp nod. "That is very good, Miss Evans." Pam smiled, despite herself. "Thank you, Professor!" Sabrina gave her the briefest of smiles in return, stepped back, turned around and walked back to the blackboard. Pam found herself watching her professor's ass move as she walked back to her lectern. The silver zipper swaying back and forth didn't help. She didn't dare to look down at her own breasts. She loved going without a bra, because she knew she had breasts that all the boys, and some of the girls, loved to stare at, not big, but perfectly shaped. But she also knew her nipples were hard, and more than likely, showing through the fabric of her shirt. If the whole class didn't at least know she wasn't wearing a bra by now, they had to be either blind, or just not paying attention. Those who were paying attention also had to know she was also aroused. That's what you get for going commando, she told herself. Nice going. Then Sabrina took her glasses off and folded her arms over her chest, as she turned back around to address the class, her pumps sliding smoothly across the hardwood floor. "I want to repeat what I said at the beginning of the semester. I. Will. Not. Tolerate. Plagiarism. Because I can guarantee that it will not be tolerated out in the real world. "I'm sure that you have all read about the teenager in Germany, whose published book she entered into a contest was found to contain quite a bit of 'borrowed' material. Germany might tolerate that, but I will not. I want to see all original material in your work. If I catch anyone in this class committing plagiarism, that person will automatically fail this course. Is that clear?" There was a deafening silence in the classroom, as her blue eyes swept across the young faces. Then she said, "I won't bring this topic up again. Now please open your textbooks to page 97." The silence was broken, as everyone took out their textbooks and opened them. * * * * * * * * Class was just letting out, when Barnes said, "Miss Evans, may I speak with you for a minute?" So Pam walked across to the lectern, where Sabrina Barnes was putting her own things away. In her most innocent and perky voice, Pam said, "Yes, Professor?" "What's your schedule like today?" "Wide open, Professor. This is my last class for the day." Barnes smiled. "Good. Because I need to see you in my office. As soon as possible. What time can you come over?" Pam's only coherent thought was, Shit. "Uhm. Three o'clock?" "I'll see you then. Don't be late. And do not even think about blowing me off. Is that clear, Miss Evans?" Pam swallowed. "Yes, Professor." "Good. I'll leave word with the secretary to let you in." And she left the room, her shapely ass swaying left, right, left, right as she walked out of the room. Pam said, "Great." * * * * * * * * Once outside, Pam sat down in the commons, thinking hard. How she could possibly get out of this meeting with Professor Barnes? But nothing was coming. Frankie was right, she was fucked. This wasn't like the previous classes she had taken, from male professors, where all it took was the promise of how grateful she would be, if he would just change her grade. Besides which, if she blew off an appointment with a professor, no matter what the reason, a note would be placed in her file, and worst of all, her parents would be notified. She could not let that happen. The one thing she absolutely lived in fear of, was her parents finding out she had no talent for creative writing. She might as well change her last name now and get it over with. Sometimes, having a famous mother wasn't everything it was cracked up to be. Especially when she expected her child to follow in her footsteps. Graphic arts and web page design, however, she was a natural at. If she could just convince her parents to let her change her major, and give up this creative writing nonsense, everything would be peachy. But that would be a useless gesture, if she couldn't figure out a way past this little matter. She would just have to bullshit her way through, say all the right things. She was good at that, too. * * * * * * At two-fifty that afternoon, she returned to the building, and found where her professor's office was. Trying to make it sound like it was all no big deal, she went up to the secretary's desk and said, "Hi! My name is Pam Evans. I'm here to see Professor Barnes." The secretary looked at her, and said, "I'll let Professor Barnes know you're here. Have a seat." "Okay. Thanks!" "Sure." Pam took off her backpack and took a seat on the couch in the lobby. She couldn't help crossing her legs and bobbing one foot up and down, betraying the anxiety she felt. Finally, after a few minutes, the secretary said, "Pam?" "Yes?" "Professor Barnes will see you now. End of the hall, last door on your right." "Okay. Thanks." "Sure." The secretary buzzed her through. Feeling the most anxious she'd ever been, Pam walked down to the end of the hall. She was nervous because of the way Professor Barnes' hands had felt on her arms. And the way her blue eyes held her attention. Not to mention how her nipples had gone hard. And Barnes hadn't actually touched her breasts! What might happen in the privacy of her office? Finally she arrived at Professor Barnes' door and knocked. A female voice said, "Come!" She opened the door -- -- To see Jimmy Waters, standing, with his pants down around his ankles, his sweater off, his shirt unbuttoned, his tie undone -- and his cock inside inside Professor Barnes' pussy! Pam couldn't help but notice Jimmy's toned pecs and abs. Professor Barnes was standing, too, bent over at the waist, long slim legs shoulder width apart, blouse undone, black lace bra barely containing her big creamy breasts, pink nipples exposed, her leather skirt unzipped and bunched up around her waist, revealing sheer black stockings. And no panties. Barnes dug her nails in the leather couch, as Jimmy pushed his hips forward. "Oh, Jimmy! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jimmy only grunted and groaned his appreciation. "Oh, yes, Jimmy, you're such a good boy!" Pam stood there, transfixed, as Jimmy pounded their professor hard. His dick was chocolate, just like the rest of him, and had to be at least eight inches long, judging by how much girth he had. And then, he said, "Shit. I'm gonna cum, Professor!" "Pull out, Jimmy! Pull out now! That's it!" Professor Barnes turned around, got down on her knees and took his dick in her mouth, just as he came. She moaned as he came in her mouth, flicking her eyes up at his as she wrapped her lips securely around his dick. After a few minutes, she finally released his dick from her mouth and stood up. Barnes said, "Thank you for coming." Jimmy chuckled at the double entendre. "No big, Professor." Teacher's Pet "I'll make sure Pam here gets taken care of. You'd better get going, Mr. Waters." "Yes, Professor." Jimmy couldn't help but have a shit-eating grin on his face, as well as look a bit sheepish, as he quickly rearranged his clothes, then picked up his school bag and left, closing the door, leaving awkward silence in his wake. Pam just stood there with her mouth open. Sabrina Barnes laughed cruelly at Pam's discomfort. "Don't look so hurt, Pam! We were just fucking! Oh, that's right. Did you like him?" Pam said nothing, but just stared at Sabrina, her face full of jealousy. Sabrina said, "Do you seriously think Jimmy Waters would be able to resist a real woman like me, compared to a girl like you?" Pam flung the only word at Sabrina that would come to her. "Bitch!" Sabrina took Pam's arms and twisted them around behind her, so that Pam was pushed up against the wall, with wide eyes. She said, "That's 'Professor Bitch' to you, little girl." "No, just a bitch!" "Pam, darling, is that any way to speak to a professor? Say you're sorry." Pam said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Sabrina leaned in close, so her breasts were touching Pam's back, and her lips were close to her ear. "You're sorry, what?" "I'm sorry, Professor! Please don't hurt me!" "Don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you. But you do need to learn to have a little more respect for authority." Pam felt a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. "What are you doing?!" "Teaching you that respect for authority you need so badly." A folded napkin was placed over Pam's mouth and nose. "Nommmmm......." Pam struggled but quickly faded out, turning into a limp, wet noodle in Sabrina's arms. Holding the now unconscious hand-cuffed girl, she turned to open the door with one hand, and gestured quickly to a man standing out in the hallway, who effortlessly scooped the girl up in his arms. Sabrina pulled her skirt down and zipped it up again, then snapped her blouse up again. "Take her to the car. I've parked in back. Use the employee elevator. Make sure nobody sees you." "Yes, Miss Barnes." * * * * * * Pam finally came around. The room slowly swam into focus as she blinked her eyes several times. It was a large room, although quite spare. There were no clocks or windows. The walls were brick, painted gray. Hooks and racks were on the walls. A single door was to the left, and another door was way over in the far corner. She was lying on a large round cushion, upholstered in some kind of smooth, shiny, black material. Both her wrists and her ankles were securely restrained with rope, tied to cuffs made of the same shiny black material. What the hell?! Even worse, there was some kind of plastic ball gag in her mouth, held in place with a strap around her head. She could breathe through her nose, but that was it. Speaking was out of the question. Then she lifted her head to look around, to discover she was naked! Her school uniform was gone. She hadn't been wearing much, it was true, but now she wasn't wearing anything! What the fuck?! She struggled uselessly against her bonds, which were tight, but not cruelly so. Mostly, whoever had tied the ropes had tied them short, so she had no way of working the ropes loose. Her arms were lifted up over her head, and her legs were spread apart, so she looked like an X. She suddenly saw Professor Barnes standing nearby, conversing with another woman, who was obviously an employee, wearing a sleek black pantsuit, with black patent leather peep-toe pumps, her brunette hair slicked back in a bun. Barnes herself was wearing a black latex catsuit with a shiny metal zipper in front, and sky high matching black patent leather stiletto heels, her blonde hair down for once. She looked totally sexy! Pam felt arousal, and shame, to go with her fright. Then the other woman noticed her struggling, and made a motion with her chin. Barnes looked over and smiled. "Our sleeping beauty is finally awake!" She walked over, slowly, and smiled, as she sat down on the cushion next to where Pam was strapped down, and crossed her legs. "Why don't we take this off?" Sabrina gently lifted Pam's head, reached around, pulled off the strap holding the ball gag in place, and finally removed it. "Would you like a sip of water?" Pam nodded. Sabrina held a cup near Pam's face, and got a straw in the girl's mouth. Pam sucked greedily. Sabrina took the cup away, gently running her nails through Pam's hair. "Did you enjoy your nap, darling?" "Where the hell am I? What have you done with me?" Barnes made a tsking noise. "Pamela, darling, what have I told you about being more respectful?" Pam said, "Respectful?! My parents are gonna be mad as hell when they find out what you've done to me!" "Darling, didn't you know? Your parents went off without you! With specific instructions not to disturb them, unless it was an emergency. I don't think this qualifies as an emergency." "How did you know?!" Sabrina laughed that wicked laugh again. "My darling, I know... everything ... about you. Everything." Pam suddenly became afraid. "Don't hurt me!" "Darling, as I said, I don't want to hurt you." "What do you want?" Barnes smiled, but didn't answer the girl directly. "You're such a pretty girl. Did you know that, Pam? I'm sure you do. I've never seen such perfect breasts on such a young girl." "Really?" "Yes. Really." Sabrina rested her hands on Pam's breasts. Pam resisted her touch, at first. "Pam, darling. I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax." Sabrina had never touched a pair of such young, perky breasts like Pam's. She didn't squeeze them, but instead ran her hands over them from every direction, and brushed the nipples. "Mmmm, they're soooo pretty, Pam!" "Thank you..." Barnes suddenly stood up, kicked off her pumps, and slowly unzipped the zipper of the catsuit, right in front of Pam's wide, round, disbelieving eyes, making her breasts pop free. Then Sabrina gestured to her helper. "Help me out of this, please." Sabrina Barnes stripped down to nothing, with the help of the brunette woman. That didn't take very long at all, since Sabrina wasn't wearing anything else under the catsuit. Finally naked, Barnes said, "Leave us, please. Don't come back until I call." "Yes, Miss Barnes." The woman quickly left, casting a look at the young girl lying on the ottoman as she went through the door. She waited until the door clicked audibly shut, then walked back over, and climbed back on. Barnes eased down on the cushion, laying down next to Pam, her breasts pressing against her golden brown body. Sabrina raked her long nails over Pam's body, starting at her breasts and down her tummy, then along her inner thigh and up to her pussy, causing the girl to exhale in a ragged moan. Sabrina noticed goose bumps all over Pam's body. She began with the girl's neck - the most sensitive place on her body, and on any woman's body. She lightly kissed and breathed on one side of the girl's neck, while she ran the tips of her nails along the other side. Softly, Sabrina said, "That's not too bad, is it, darling?" Pam shook her head. Sabrina ran her nails through the girl's black hair. "Do you like the way I'm touching you?" Unwillingly, Pam said, "Yes.....I do like it." "I know. It feels good, doesn't it?" She ran her nails down the girl's flat, toned stomach, to graze her virgin pussy. Pam gasped out loud. "Ah, it's sensitive, isn't it?" "Yes.....oh god, yes...." Sabrina lost her motherly tenderness and took the girl's chin. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Miss Barnes!" "Good." Sabrina resumed running the tips of her long nails over the girl's pussy, taking care not to go too fast or to penetrate. One had to be careful with girls this young. It was all Sabrina could do to keep from getting her favorite strap-on dildo from the shelf so she could fuck the shit out of Pam right now. But she had to be patient, and take her time. It wouldn't do to rush things. Pam could be permanently turned off sex, either having it or wanting to have it. And that would not do, not at all. Pam Evans had to leave for her dorm tomorrow after having had the best experience of her young life so far. She had to submit willingly. But first Sabrina had to get her to submit. And that meant Sabrina had to be patient, and take her time. So she said, "I've noticed you staring at me in class...." "Yes. I think you have a beautiful body." Sabrina smiled. "Why, thank you, darling! It's not very often I get told that, not by someone so young." Pam blushed and looked away. "Don't be embarrassed. It's natural to look." So Pam said, "Really?" "Why, yes. If one sees something or someone beautiful, it's natural to want to keep looking at them." Pam ran her teeth over her lower lip. "Yeah. I guess so." Sabrina rested her body on top of Pam's. "I'm guessing you've never been with a woman? Or what passes for a woman, at that dormitory you live at?" Pam shook her head. "No, Miss Barnes." Sabrina smiled unexpectedly. "Well then, it's time you learned." "Learned what?" Sabrina straddled Pam, and hung her breasts in the girl's face. "For instance, do you like these?" She wanted the girl to touch them, but she couldn't be sure what the girl would do at this point, so the restraints stayed on. Sabrina instead said, "Have you ever seen a pair of breasts like these?" Pam shook her head. "Would you like to feel how soft they are?" Sabrina leaned down, until her breasts were touching the girl's face. "Would you like to suck them, darling?" Sabrina pulled back and shifted slightly, until she felt the girl's lips on her nipple. She gasped at the touch of her lips and teeth. "Ah! Not so hard, darling." She gave the girl guidance. "Just use your tongue. Yes, that's it. Now use your lips and put them around my nipple. Suck on it, like a straw. Yes! Now you can use your teeth to nibble on the nipple." Sabrina gasped and moaned. "Oooohhh, yes!" Pam giggled. Sabrina giggled with her. "Yes, that's right, have a good laugh. Feels better, doesn't it?" Pam nodded. "Such a good girl. Your parents must be proud." Pam nodded. But she looked away as she did. "What's the matter, darling?" Tears ran down the girl's face. "Nothing," she sniffed. "Come now, darling, you can tell me. What is it?" "I.....I don't have any talent! I've tried and tried!" "Darling, what are you talking about?" "Come on, like you don't already know. I've tried, I've really tried, but I can't write. I took Jimmy's work and used it as my own. Please don't expel me!" Sabrina was pleased that she was able to draw the girl out. Surprised, but pleased, all the same. "Don't worry, I won't have you expelled. I would imagine your parents would be very disappointed." "You don't know the half of it, Professor." "What do you mean?" "My mother is a published poet. The pressure has been on me practically since before I was even born to 'carry the tradition.'" Sabrina felt an unexpected stab of pity for the girl. "Did you take this creative writing class to please your mother?" "Yes," she sniffed. "But I can't write!" "That's alright, darling, don't be ashamed. We all have different talents. For instance, I've noticed on your record that you have excellent grades in computer science." "For all the good it does," Pam sniffed. "My parents don't care." Sabrina wiped the girl's tears away. "There, there, darling. When your parents visit during open house, I can speak to them." "Really? You would do that?" "Of course I would." Then she made a quick judgment call. "Darling, if I take these off, you have to promise to be good. I think you need some cuddling. But you have to agree not to try anything." The girl nodded, tears still streaming from her eyes. Sabrina first undid the straps on the girl's ankles, which allowed Pam to close her legs. Then she slowly released first the girl's left wrist and then her right wrist. Sabrina said, "Come here, darling." The poor girl sat up and flung her arms around Sabrina's neck. Sabrina lightly patted Pam's back. "There, there. It's alright, darling." She held the girl's trembling body, until the trembling and the tears went away. Then Sabrina began running her nails up and down the girl's back, slowly up and down. "There, now," Sabrina said softly. "All better?" Pam nodded jerkily, swallowing. Sabrina kept up with her nails. "Do you like what I'm doing?" Pam sniffed. "Uh-huh...." "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah...." "Do you like how my nails feel?" "Yeah. I wish I could get my nails that long. But mother won't give me money to get manicures." "Well, perhaps we can fix that later, as well." Sabrina leaned forward until her face was touching Pam's. This was the critical moment. The girl had submitted to her quickly, more quickly than Sabrina had anticipated. Her resistance had obviously been worn down. As carefully as she had moved before, she had to move even more carefully now. Pam was looking very pretty, and quite vulnerable, with tears in her eyelashes. Very very gently, Sabrina touched her lips to Pam's. And then she pulled back, to give Pam space. She was totally surprised when Pam kissed her back. The two laughed, like sunshine breaking out after a rain shower. Then Sabrina leaned back in and began to kiss Pam, who fully joined in the kissing, returning Sabrina's kisses. Sabrina held the girl protectively in her arms as they kissed, running her nails lightly up and down her back. She kissed with an open mouth, but no tongue. After what must have seemed like an hour of tender kisses, Sabrina traced a line of soft gentle kisses along the girl's neck, her lips barely touching the skin. "Do you like that?" Sabrina breathed, making goosebumps stand out on the girl's skin. "Yes," the girl breathed. "That feels so good, Miss Barnes." Sabrina lightly nibbled on the girl's earlobe, then retraced a line of kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally down to her breasts. Sabrina wasn't surprised to see Pam's nipples were already hard, or that her breasts were swollen and firm. So she ever so gently snaked her tongue out and licked the girl's nipples. The girl moaned. Sabrina kept it up. She licked the right nipple first, then the left, then switched between them. Right, then left. Right, then left. Sabrina smiled inwardly as she felt Pam put her arms around her neck, and lightly pressed on the back of her head. "Do you like what I'm doing?" "Yes, Miss Barnes...." Sabrina next put her mouth on the nipple and sucked. Pam enjoyed that even more. Again, Sabrina switched between breasts, never too suddenly or abruptly. She realized she could smell Pam's arousal. If scent were any reliable indicator, the girl was as sexually aroused as any college-aged school girl could be. Sabrina laid the girl back down across the ottoman, so she could more easily service the girl's breasts. Right, then left. Right, then left, softly switching between them. Sabrina laid one hand lightly on the girl's pussy, and wasn't surprised to feel both heat and moisture. Sabrina moved back up and kissed her luxuriously, using her tongue this time. Then she moved back down, spread the girl's legs, and first began to kiss along her inner thigh. By the time she arrived at Pam's tender, young, virgin pussy, moisture was clearly visible. Enjoying her task, but still vowing to take her time and be patient, she first licked the labia, careful not to penetrate, even accidentally. Even before she got to the girl's clit, Pam was squirming and writhing on the ottoman. "Ooooohhhh! Ooohhhh!" Sabrina then started to suck on Pam's clit. "Oh, shit! Oh! Mmmm!" Sabrina enjoyed listening to the chorus of lovely noises the girl was making as she sucked her clit. She had no idea that the girl could reach such a high pitch. She thought, briefly, about stopping. However, Sabrina carefully slowed her ministrations, instead. "What are you doing? Don't stop! Please!" Sabrina smiled. Then she said, "Don't worry, darling. I won't." She leaned back in and took the girl to her first orgasm. Pam laid there, breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling. Grinning, Sabrina said, "Are you alright, darling?" "Oh my god! Is that what it's like?" "When you have a good lover. Yes." "Oh my god." Sabrina suddenly got another brain storm. She climbed back on the ottoman, moving on top of Pam, taking the girl's hands, slipping her fingers between Pam's. Kissing Pam gently still, Sabrina spread Pam's legs, and began to slowly grind her pussy against Pam's. Sabrina knew she hit the girl's sweet spot, because Pam began writhing and moaning in response. And, since Pam was already aroused from her first orgasm, it didn't take very long to bring her another. Sabrina kissed Pam with tender passion. Pam said, "Oh my god! How did you do that?" Sabrina smiled. "Someday, I'll show you. But stay right there." Sabrina couldn't help but see how beautiful she looked, laying there in post orgasmic bliss. She even had a beautiful glow. Now it was time to take her virginity. And make her a woman. She went to the wall and took down her favorite strap-on dildo for first-timers, made of soft squishy blue plastic. It was modest, only about six inches long, with fairly slender girth. But it would be ideal for taking Pam for the first time. Enjoying herself, Sabrina put the strap on, then snapped the dildo into place. Next she opened a cabinet and took out a small bottle of lube. Even though the girl was fully wet, no woman she made love to ever refused a little extra lubrication. Then she returned to the ottoman. Softly she said, "You have never, in fact, had actual intercourse before? No penetration?" "No, Miss Barnes." "I promise I'll be gentle. Don't be afraid." "I'm not, Miss Barnes. I trust you." "Good." Sabrina smiled gently down at her. Then she grabbed Pam's legs and playfully pulled the girl towards her, until her butt was near the edge of the ottoman. Sabrina dribbled lube on the artificial cock, and on Pam's pussy. Then she spread the girl's legs and moved in between. Slowly she eased the tip of the dildo into the girl's pussy. Then, when she had penetrated with the head, she held the girl by the waist, and eased the shaft inside. Pam arched off the ottoman. "Aaahhh!" Sabrina soothed her. "Oh, I know it's painful." Sabrina eased her hands under the girl's back, right in the small of her back, pulled her hips back, and thrust forward as gently as possible. "Aaah!" Sabrina moved as smoothly as possible, taking care not to thrust too deeply or roughly, letting the lube do its work, using the length of the dildo to stimulate her vagina. It took more than a few slow gentle thrusts, but soon Pam was no longer crying out, at least not in pain, but in pleasure. Sabrina caught her eye. "Mmmmm, how do you like that now, darling?" "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! I love it! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sabrina could tell by the way Pam dug her fingers in, that she liked it very much, and was getting close to orgasm. So she said, "Are you going to cum?" "OH, SHIT! Yes! Yes! Yes! Aaaaahhhhhhh!" And then she was quiet, as the orgasm subsided. Sabrina kept thrusting shallowly. Suddenly Pam laughed, not the giggly laugh of a school girl, but the giddy laugh of a satisfied lover. "Did you enjoy that, darling?" "Oh, shit! Yes, I loved it!" "Would you like another?" "Yes, please, Miss Barnes!" "Hold on, darling." Sabrina thrust into her pussy, this time pushing the whole length of the dildo inside her, and started thrusting faster as well. Teacher's Pet Pam's second orgasm was explosive. A minute later, Sabrina slowly pulled the dildo out of Pam's pussy. Sabrina said, "I think that's enough for now. Do you feel like being my Pet for the party?" "What party?" "Just a few friends of mine I've invited over," Sabrina said soothingly. "I promise, your only purpose will be to hang on my arm, and give something for people to stare at. They won't be able to touch you." "Promise?" "I promise, darling." "Okay. I guess." Sabrina smiled. "Very good, darling. Wait there a minute." She went over to the door and pressed a button. Less than a minute later, the same lady Pam had seen earlier, came back in the room. She said, "Yes, Miss Barnes?" "Get Pamela ready for the party. Have her wear the outfit we've prepared for her. Make sure she's comfortable." "Yes, Miss Barnes." Sabrina lowered her voice so that only her assistant could hear. "You may stimulate her if you wish, but do not penetrate her. That's for later. She's just had four big orgasms." "She's in good hands, Miss Barnes." Sabrina smiled. "Just what I wanted to hear." She turned to Pam. "This is my associate, Linda." Pam waved. "Hi." "Hi!" "Go with her. She will get you ready for the party." The woman went over to the ottoman. She was brunette, her hair a lovely chestnut color. Linda said, "Here, let's get you on your feet, sweetheart." Pam stood up, or tried to. Her legs were unsteady. Linda said, "Oooh, a little shaky, are we?" Pam sheepishly said, "Yeah...." "Not to worry, sweetheart. Come with me. I'll get you ready." "Okay." * * * * * * * Pam looked in the mirror, absolutely astounded that was her, and absolutely afraid of what would happen if her parents ever saw her like this. They would probably freak. No "probably" about it, Pam decided. They would freak. Her only consolation would be that telling them she wouldn't be writing a best seller any time soon would come in a distant second. Her 'outfit,' if that's what she could call it, was a very tight-fitting, practically painted on, strapless black leather dress, so short it barely cleared her butt cheeks, with a peekaboo opening right between her breasts, and sky-high black patent-leather peep-toe pumps on her feet. Linda had done her hair and makeup. Her black hair was slicked back and put up in a tiny bun. There was a knock on the door. Pam jumped horribly but said, "Come in!" She was relieved when Sabrina came in, wearing a black leather skirt suit instead of the catsuit, but with the same pumps. As soon as Sabrina came in, she smiled, as she stood behind Pam and put her hands on the girl's waist. "Pamela, my darling, you look beautiful." "Thank you, Miss Barnes. Linda did most of it." "Yes, Linda is quite good." Sabrina ran her hands smoothly up and down the girl's body, then cupped her breasts briefly, and released them. "There's just one more thing you need." She took a black leather collar and gently put it around Pam's neck, pulling it snug but not too snug, and buckled it. Sabrina caressed Pam's neck. "Consider this collar a part of your wardrobe for tonight." Pam gulped. "Yes, Miss Barnes." "Pam, darling, you are doing very well. I'm very pleased with you so far, and I can make your life very pleasant if you please me." "Yes, Miss Barnes." "Very good. Now, there's a person coming to the party tonight that you will be very interested in getting to know. Her name is Rebecca London, and she's the president of the web services company that created my website." "Really? Oh my god, thank you, Miss Barnes!" Sabrina smiled. "Yes. I'm going to introduce you to her this evening. She's staying for brunch in the morning. If all goes well, she will hire you for their summer internship program, and eventually you could get hired on permanently. So you need to be a good girl for me tonight. Okay?" Pam turned around. "Yes, Miss Barnes! I'll do whatever you want!" Sabrina kissed her. "Very good, darling! Come now, let's get you ready to make your entrance. The party will be starting soon." Pam looked herself over. "I think I'm ready to go." Sabrina laughed. "Not so fast! Before we go up, we need to think up a safe word for you...." * * * * * * * As Pam walked up the stairway, holding hands with Linda on her right and Sabrina on her left, for stability's sake, still none too sure footed in six inch heels, she could feel the eyes of everyone on her. Secretly, this was what she always wanted, to be the center of attention. Although, in her dreams, she was usually wearing more clothing than this. Then Pam saw what sort of "party" Sabrina was throwing -- everyone there was wearing some kind of latex or leather outfit. Ironically, Pam relaxed. At the very least, she wasn't the most oddly dressed person in the room any more. In fact, she looked quite sleek and sexy in her shiny smooth black leather. She tried to remember all that Linda had taught her about walking in heels - legs slightly soft, hips and shoulders back, chest out. The three women finally made it to the top of the stairs. Sabrina said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you all to meet Pamela. She is my Pet." All the guests applauded politely. As the three women proceeded across the room and over to a glossy black latex sectional couch with lots of ottomans, Pam met the eyes of several people, both male and female. As they arrived, a fourth woman was waiting for them, wearing an equally shiny and skin-tight black latex cat suit and matching heels, her gorgeous brunette hair spilling down her back in a cascade of curls. She stood up and said, "Sabrina. You look gorgeous." Sabrina giggled. "Why, thank you, Rebecca. You don't look too bad, yourself." "What, this old thing?" The two women laughed, then hugged and kissed like friends and lovers. Sabrina said, "Rebecca, please, have a seat. Shall I have Linda bring us drinks?" "Yes, that would be lovely. I've had a long week." A chilled bottle of champagne was promptly brought out in a bucket of ice, with frosted champagne flutes, and the two ladies imbibed a generous measure. Rebecca finally said, "So, is this lovely creature the Pet you spoke of?" Sabrina beamed and said, "Yes. This is Pamela, my Pet. Pamela, this is Rebecca, the lady I spoke of who can help you." Pam eagerly said, "It's so great to meet you!" Rebecca suddenly said, "Sabrina, can't the child have a glass of champagne? It doesn't seem quite fair." Sabrina looked sheepish. "Yes, of course she can. Get yourself a flute, Pamela." Once Pam had a glass of champagne in her hand, the two women resumed their conversation. Pam realized the women must have been talking about her, because Sabrina leaned in close, and the brunette kept glancing at her. Suddenly Rebecca said, "Why don't we do her together? You've already popped her cherry, I assume." "Yes, I have." "So, let me be the next woman to taste her." "Be gentle." "You know I will." Sabrina turned to look at Pam. "How about it, darling? The three of us, together?" Pam swallowed. "If I use my safe word, you have to stop." "Absolutely, darling. That's what the safe word is for." "Okay." Hesitating only a little, Pam stood up, and moved to sit in between the two older, more experienced women. At first, things went slow. The two women took turns just kissing Pam at first, who could tell even with her eyes closed who was kissing her. Pam didn't remember who was the first to touch her breasts, but she looked down to see one of the women had put her hand on her breasts. It didn't take long for things to progress quickly after that, especially after one of the women unzipped her dress. Rebecca was playing with her left breast, and Sabrina was on her right. The party guests stood in a semi-circle, a respectful but still close distance, and made it pretty clear who and what they were watching. Pam could feel her breasts becoming sensitive. Then she could feel her pussy getting warm and wet. As Rebecca sucked on Pam's left breast, she reached down with her left hand and began to touch Pam's pussy. "Oh my," Rebecca said. "Your pussy is quite moist." "Yes," Pam gasped, jumping at Rebecca's touch. "Are we getting you all hot and bothered?" "Yes!" Rebecca slipped off the couch, and seconds later, slipped in between Pam's legs. She had never tasted such sweet, tender, young pussy before. Carefully, Rebecca lightly kissed the delicate skin around Pam's pussy, before she snaked her tongue out and touched it to Pam's sensitive clit. Pam gasped. "Oohhh!" Sabrina said, "Yes, does that feel good?" "Oh my god! Yes!" Down in between Pam's legs, Rebecca continued her delicate probing. Only when she could see moisture seeping from the girl's entrance, did Rebecca ease her index finger inside with one hand, and with the other, make her clit pop up so she could lick it easier. It didn't take Rebecca very long to locate Pam's G-Spot, along the upper part of the vaginal wall. She made a come here gesture by crooking her finger. At the same time, she flicked her tongue over Pam's clit. Pam began to buck her hips like an untamed horse trying to shed an unwelcome rider. Sabrina urged her on. "Yes, darling! That's it. Come on. Doesn't that feel good?" "Oh god, it feels fucking wonderful!" It didn't take Pam very long at all, under Rebecca's ministrations, to have a powerful and, most of all, loud orgasm. The party guests actually applauded, murmuring between them. Rebecca sat back down next to Pam. "How was that, sweetheart?" Pam just said, "Come here." The two women kissed for minutes on end. More murmuring passed between party guests. Sabrina said, "Rebecca, now that you've had a chance to taste her, would you like to fuck her?" "Yes. While she's still wet." Sabrina had Linda go get her favorite dildo, nine inches long and smooth black latex, while the two of them kept Pam aroused. Once Linda arrived with the dildo, the three ladies moved the action to the large round ottoman nearby. The party guests crowded around to get a good view of the action. Rebecca put the dildo on, while Pam got on all fours and stuck her beautiful brown ass high in the air. Rebecca got behind Pam and held the girl's hips steady. Sabrina slithered underneath Pam. Pam was comforted by Sabrina's presence, reassured that the brunette woman, Rebecca, wouldn't hurt her with Sabrina nearby. Rebecca was good. She slipped the latex cock inside Pam's pussy so smoothly, she didn't feel any pain, even when Rebecca pulled back, and made her first of many thrusts. Pam gasped out loud at the first thrust, but quickly got used to the size and length inside her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" With the combination of Rebecca's fucking from the back, and Sabrina's licking from below, Pam had an even more intense orgasm than before, prompting genuine applause from the party guests. The three women kissed and caressed for minutes on end. * * * * * * Later, once the guests had been seen to, and Pamela had been shown to her room, Sabrina had a more private conversation with Rebecca. "So, what do you think of her?" "I think you have found the ideal Pet. I'm a little jealous, actually." "Why? You never wanted a Pet. Or so I thought." "Only because running the company leaves me little time to myself." "Just say the word. I can find you one." Rebecca smiled. "Thanks, but no, thanks. I'll just share this one with you. Bring her to brunch with you and I'll interview her then and there." "Deal." "Now, can I go to bed?" Sabrina laughed. "Yes. Go to bed. Good night." "Good night..." * * * * * * The next morning, Pam slept late, but found a gorgeous white dress and matching heels for her to wear. The dress was short sleeved and knee-length, beautifully slimming without being too tight, while the heels were still quite high, but she could walk in them. A half an hour later, after hair and makeup, Pam found herself in the casual dining room of the house, seated next to Sabrina again, across from Rebecca. Even though Pam was starving, she made herself eat slowly. Rebecca said, "So, Pamela, Sabrina says you have quite the natural ability for computers and web pages." Pam launched into a discussion of the courses she had taken so far and the projects she had completed in school, both by herself and with others. Rebecca was a perfect audience, not interrupting once. Once or twice, though, she slipped a wink to Sabrina. "Wow, Pam, it certainly sounds like you have quite the affinity for computers. How would you like to work for me this summer?" "Oh my god, seriously?" "Seriously, Pam. How about it?" "I would love to! Thank you." Rebecca smiled. "Good. And thank you. It's not often that Sabrina brings me such a qualified candidate. And, if you do well this summer, there could be a job waiting for you after graduation." Pam squealed to indicate her excitement. Once the pressure had been lifted, the three women enjoyed brunch, then Rebecca departed, saying she had to get home, but promised to get in touch with Pam within the next week. That left Pam alone with Sabrina. Sabrina smiled at Pam. "Well, it looks like you're on your way." Pam blushed. "Yes, definitely. Thank you so much." "It's nothing, darling. However, we have to get you home, too." Pam chuckled. "Yes..." "It's going to take a bit of work to get you in there unnoticed, but I think we can do it. Besides, you have homework to do this weekend." Pam waited for the other pump to drop. Sabrina quietly said, "You might think you have no talent for writing. But I want you to do your best from now on. Even if it's terrible writing, as long as it is your own writing, I'll read it. Okay?" "Okay......" "But, if I catch you turning in another student's work as your own again, all bets are off. Do you understand?" "Yes, Professor." "And I want you to apologize to Jimmy Waters. In person. I'm correct in assuming he's the only person you've stolen from?" Pam cast her eyes down to her plate. "Yes, Professor." "So, on Monday, apologize to him. You don't have to go out of your way. But I want you to apologize to him." "Yes, Professor." "Good girl." After a few minutes, Pam said, "So.....what's next?" Sabrina smiled. "For the rest of your time at this school, I'll be your sponsor, of a sort. In return, you must do exactly as I ask, and know it's for a good reason. Okay?" "Okay." "And that's going to include being my Pet at more of these parties." Pam swallowed. "Yes, Professor." "Good. Now, let's get you changed back into school clothes, and get you back to your dorm. Linda will take you back." "Yes, Professor." * * * * * * * Pam counted herself extremely lucky that she didn't have to explain where she had been for the last 24 hours or so. Nobody would believe her anyway. Half the students were off visiting their parents, and the other half were off enjoying the beautiful spring weather, so nobody had even noticed she had been gone, and it was easy for Linda to sneak her in. She had completely forgotten that Frankie was visiting her parents. But it gave Pam enough time to change into her pajamas, a tank top and her favorite bottoms, take off all the makeup, and start work on her creative writing homework, so that by the time Frankie got back to the dorm, Pam had been home a couple of hours, and her work was well along. Frankie came bouncing in, tossed her handbag on her bed and said, "You're still here." Pam laughed, "Don't sound so surprised!" "Did you have fun?" "Oh yeah, it was a blast. Speaking of which, someone told me Professor Barnes called you into her office Friday." Pam scoffed. "It was just a question about my homework. You remember when my parents took me to that seminar." Frankie's face fell. "You mean, you didn't get called out?" "Called out? For what?" Frankie huffed. "For your plagiarism, silly." "Sorry. Professor Barnes never mentioned it." Frankie hmmpphhed. Pam said, "Sorry." Teacher's Pet Allie's alarm blared at 7 o clock sharp. She had an 8 o clock class to prepare for. 7 came far too quickly. She was up much later than she should have been the night before, studying for her French exam. She left her dorm and traveled across the campus for her history class. She wore a little plaid skirt with stockings, and black tight fitting shirt. She loved this outfit, she liked playing the role of a good girl, but deep down she wasn't. She felt like a naughty school girl whenever she wore this outfit. She always got glances when she wore it too. It showed off her shapely legs and perky breasts. Many men fantasized about the innocent school girl, and she knew it. She made it to her first class with some time to spare. She pulled out her phone and began reading a story she'd begun the day before on her Lit app. She knew it was risky, but the naughtiness of it thrilled her. She could get caught at any time. She secretly wanted people to know she wasn't all that innocent, but was happy playing the role for now. The professor soon walked in and she closed out the app. Professor McDermott. He was so sexy. Many of the girls desired him. He was single, recently divorced from his wife. Allie had to admit; even she fantasized about him sometimes late at night when she played with herself. He was a tall man with a thick head of hair that was always styled a little messy. He kept his appearance young despite the fact that he was in his forties. He knew all of the current slang and was very popular with students. The lecture began and despite his enthusiastic teaching style Allie felt herself drifting off towards the middle. She knew she had dozed a few times and the gap in her notes reaffirmed her knowledge. The class came down to the last minute. As the rest of the class was released Professor McDermott called Allie's name. "Allie, do you have a moment?" Allie glanced at the clock, she had 1 hour before her next class. "Sure!" She worried she had been found out. Another class was gathering outside, waiting to fill the room. Allie walked side by side with her professor, trying to keep her breathing even. Did he knew she fantasized about being alone with him? Was he mad she'd fallen asleep? "How are you doing this semester?" he asked with a friendly smile "Alright, I've been cramming for midterms; I was up half the night studying for French." He nodded "I always had a hard time studying for tests as well. I never took French, but I am fluent in Italian. I always stressed out majorly before a test." "I have terrible stress anxiety" Allie admitted. They had reached Mr. McDermott's office by now. He held the door open for her and followed her in. He shut the door behind him and drew the blinds. He came up behind her and leaned in real close to her, whispering in her ear "remember the word 'red'. Use it if you become uncomfortable" for a split second Allie was confused, and then she was being forced onto the big wooden desk. She was bent at the hips, face down on a cold wooden surface. Was she dreaming this? What was happening? He leaned over top of her breathing on her neck "You have been a very bad girl Allison." He said breathlessly. "You must be punished for what you've done." "Do you know what you've done?" Allie nodded. "Say it" he demanded "I fell asleep in your class. I've been naughty and I must be punished." Allie knew BDSM language, she'd been dreaming of something like this to happen to her. She watched porn with BDSM and knew the language that really got the guy excited. "Oh, have you been punished before you naughty girl?" She shook her head no, "don't worry, I won't be too rough" she could hear the smile in his voice. She stood up, removing his tie. He bound Allie's hands and fastened to them to the desk. She could hear him undo his belt buckle. Then a firm hand reached under her skirt. He pushed the skirt up to her waist and yanked her tights down. He ran his hand over her smooth ass first, and then slapped it, lightly. Allie jumped a bit, it didn't hurt her, but she was surprised. He looked down at the pink spot forming where he'd spanked her sweet little ass. He pulled his belt from the loops wrapping it around his hand a few times. He snapped the belt together and Allie knew what was coming. Again, he ran the belt over her bare ass before winding up. This time he smacked the other cheek. Allie moaned, mostly in pleasure. "Oh, you like that? Naughty girl." He pulled out a key form his pocket and opened a drawer in his desk. It was in Allie's field of view. A velvet cushion with a few different toys nestled in it. He ran his fingers over the flogger, then the whip, then the crop. He picked the crop up out of its little bed. He ran the flat part over his hand and slapped down on his palm. The sound excited Allie. Her pussy began to ache for his touch. He went to town with the crop until her bottom was flushed completely with pink patches. He placed the crop back in its correct position. After closing the first drawer he opened a second one. This one was full of smaller devices. He considered for a moment before pulling out a little purple device with a strange ring around it. It was far too small to be a cock ring. He moved back behind her and sank to his knees. He looked at her puckered asshole and considered it for a moment, but decided he didn't want to take that much time. He put his fingers between her thighs, feeling her course pubic hairs first. He wrapped them around his finger and pulled gingerly at them. "Natural" he spoke "Do you like it?" Allie asked, a bit concerned, she should have shaved, not that she knew this would happen, but you can never be too prepared. "Hmmm... I love it." He said, still pulling on them. He forced her legs farther apart. He slid his tongue in between her swollen lips. His teasing only made her ache more. He was good at this, the way his tongue rolled and flicked over her clit. She felt close to climaxing. Her legs began shaking. He pulled his face back right before she came, still breathing on her cunt. "Do you want to cum?" "Mmmhmm" "Only good girls get to cum for me. Maybe if you beg for it." "Oh, please sir. I'm aching for an orgasm." His breath alone brought her even closer "I, I may not be able to stop it" she said breathlessly. She really couldn't stop her orgasm from coming. Her legs shook uncontrollably; he placed his mouth back over her pussy just as she came. She bit down on the tie that bound her to prevent from screaming. Just as the final quake tore through her and she relaxed she felt his hand slide under her belly. He began massaging her clit with something smooth. Suddenly the smooth object began vibrating. "oh!" she exclaimed. He leaned over her once more "I'm going to enter you now, I will wear a condom. Is that ok?" Allie nodded once more. She heard the tearing of a package and waited for a brief moment. Soon she felt the vibrator return to her clit and then something hard pushing against her. His cock was rock hard by now. He slid it in little by little. Once the whole thing was in she realized how big he must have been. He filled her all the way up and even wasn't completely in. She could tell because his body made no contact with hers. He pulled the vibrator away from her and then returned it, wrapping a belt around her to keep it in place. "You need more punishment, for cumming too early and without permission." She nodded. He began slapping her ass with one hand, while the other pushed down on the middle of her back. He slapped her with the palm of his hand as well as the back of his hand. Her ass returned to the flushed pink color it was within the first few moments of their meeting. He violently pumped his cock in and out of her tight pussy. He could tell she wasn't a virgin, he figured she wasn't to begin with. Most girls in their 20's weren't. Her muscles began contracting too. He knew he'd timed it just right. As her pussy clamped around his cock he, too, came. Tipping his head back, the release felt so good. It had been a long time since he'd had a pet. He removed the condom in a Kleene and rubbed some cream over her bottom. "This should help with the sting." She was set free and left his office. She definitely would be acting up more in his class.