0 comments/ 32253 views/ 3 favorites Ms. Varner By: The Hungry Eye It was a typical old Victorian neighborhood, about a two blocks from the downtown square. It would be easy to cut the grass since it didn’t get very thick under the shade of the old oak trees in the front yard, but it did sit rather imposingly on a rise and the very front of the yard fell away steeply toward the street. Nevertheless he was glad for the work. He would need the money next year when he went to college. The house belonged to Ms. Varner. She was a schoolteacher. She taught the eighth grade at the same middle school he went to. She had come to town only recently and after he was already in high school. She was single. They said her husband died and left her a quite a large amount insurance money. She was a young widow at thirty-four. It was a small town and a small school so everyone pretty much knew about everyone else. That’s how he got the job to cut her lawn. He had been cutting the lawn for another teacher and she told Ms. Varner about him. He walked up the stairs to the front porch and knocked on the door. He could hear the clicking of heels coming down the stairs and across the hardwood floor. Then she opened the door. “Hello. Russell is your name isn’t it?” Ms. Varner looked as though she was dressing to go somewhere or perhaps she was undressing from returning home. She had on a light cotton robe tied at the waist, but her hair and makeup were done and he could see she wore hose and heels, shiny back pumps. He wondered if her feet ever hurt from wearing such shoes. He had never paid much attention to her. In fact he had never been this close to her before and her beauty struck him. Her red lipstick and pale skin were striking against her dark brown, almost black hair. She wore it shoulder length, turned under at the ends and she had bangs. He didn’t know any women who had bangs like hers, cut straight across. They drew you her eyes. He caught himself looking directly into them and being distracted by their depth. Her skin seemed paler than normal for a woman at this time of year in the South. Most females were tanned by this time. It contrasted markedly with her dark eyes and deep red lips. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good,” she smiled. She gave him a once over looking him up and down. He was slim, broad shouldered and narrow through the hips. He had dark brown eyes and thick brown hair. His skin was tanned from the sun. She had noticed him before. She always noticed young boys like him. He had an athletic build, but lacked that pretentious macho quality you see so often in boys his age. He must be over eighteen she guessed. She knew he had just graduated. She had admired his butt, sneaking glimpses of him when he passed the schoolyard on his way home. She had heard the other teacher’s talk of him and other boys. They were like that, a bunch of dirty old ladies who got a kick out of talking about the senior boys, making off color remarks about their butts or perhaps a bulge in their jeans. Women were worse than men she thought, because they were so hypocritical about their carnality. At least men were pretty straight forward about it and freely acknowledged it to the opposite sex. Women, on the other hand, could not allow men to think them wanton, to allow them the pleasure of knowing that their little sugar pie really had the heart of a slut. “Go ahead and cut the front yard first. I’ll unlock the gate to the rear and you can do the back yard after that. Let me know when you are finished and I will write you a check.” He said okay and started his mower. It didn’t take long to finish the front. Once finished, he pushed his mower around to the back gate. He pushed the gate open and looked for something to prop it with and noticed Ms. Varner had a swimming pool in the back yard. Then he noticed Ms. Varner sitting on a lounge chair sunning her self and drinking what looked like ice tea from a straw in a very large glass. She wore a white two-piece swimsuit and Russell couldn’t help but to notice her figure, especially her breasts and her legs. She had on a broad brimmed straw hat and sunglasses to protect her face. He quickly looked away when her saw her turn her head towards him and started the lawn mower engine. He didn’t want to be caught staring. He thought she would go in as he began to mow the grass, but she didn’t. He could feel her staring at him behind her sunglasses. He was afraid to look back. There was something exciting about her, the way she stared at him, that he couldn’t explain. He felt afraid, kind of in a shy way. She seemed predatory. He was unaccustomed to having the opposite sex stare at him. The way she looked at him reminded him of a lioness sizing up her prey before she made her move. He was afraid he would get an erection. It seemed that everything made him get one lately. His girlfriend, Julie was little more than a tease, but she was the kind of girlfriend that his parents expected him to have. As such, he was still a virgin. He seemed to be in a state of perpetual sexual frustration. He wondered if Ms. Varner could sense it. The back yard lacked any shade and his nervousness and the heat caused him to sweat profusely. As for Ms. Varner, she was indeed waiting for him. She liked watching him. She liked the way his shoulders stiffened, the way his butt flexed as his legs strained to push the mower. His t-shirt was wet with sweat and she could see the muscles in his chest back and arms. She knew full well the effect she was having on him. She wandered if indeed she could get an erection out of him, if she could get him hard enough to let her see what sort of equipment he had underneath his Levi’s. She wasn’t like other women. She had no qualms about her desires and no need to hide them. She took off her hat and sunglasses and jumped into the pool for a swim. She needed to cool off. She didn’t need to be too forward, not yet. She needed a sign, a sign that he would submit to her wiles. As soon as Russell finished and killed the engine, Ms. Varner swam to the side of the pool and pulled her self up out of the water. The water had caused her swimsuit to become shear. She knew it would. Her nipples were now very erect and along with her pubic hair down below, were clearly visible through the white material as she walked up to Russell. “You must be exhausted, look at how wet your shirt is. Let me get you something to drink. Would tea be fine?” Russell couldn’t believe what he saw. Surely he thought, she doesn’t realize that he could see through the white material. Russell was still immature in the ways of women, but never the less he could feel his cock stir in his pants. “Yes, yes, that would be great,” he stammered. She turned and walked away. Russell watched her hips as she did. Her ass was glorious. The material of her swimsuit bottoms had ridden up the crack or her ass and he could see her firm round butt cheeks. She seemed either unaware or unashamed of her appearance. He found his dick getting harder. He pushed it down in his pants so that it pointed into his pants leg and not up against the zipper. He hoped that would make it less conspicuous. It did no good. Ms. Varner could see everything in the reflection in the sliding glass door. She just smiled as she walked in to get the glass of tea. Russell pushed the mower up to the back gate and walked to the back sliding glass door. Ms. Varner met him on her way out. “Here my boy. I’ll bet you are thirsty,” she said with a smile, handing him the glass. Up close now, he could really see her, see her nipples under the white material. She was still dripping wet. She hadn’t taken the time to towel off. He knew she could see him staring at her. He couldn’t help it. He wondered if she minded, if it made her mad, he wondered all sorts of stuff hoping to take his mind off of the way she looked. Trying not to let his cock stiffen. It was useless though. Her presence was too much. He could feel it against his pants and he hoped she wouldn’t notice. But she did notice. After all it was going the way she planned. She stepped up close to him as he lowered his glass, so close her breasts were just inches away from his chest. She looked directly into his eyes. “Do I make you nervous Russ?” she asked in a soft voice. “ I see you seem to be ‘bothered’ about something,” she said glancing down at his crotch. “ I saw you staring at me. You were looking at my nipples through the material of my swimsuit weren’t you? I saw how you looked at me. Could you see my pussy through the material?” “No ma’am, I mean… I saw, but I didn’t….” “Don’t lie to me boy. I could see you checking me out as I walked into the house. You were weren’t you?” she said in a stern voice. “I could see you in the reflection on the glass doors.” Russell knew he was caught. “Yes, ma’am I did.” Her voice softened now and she smiled using all of her southern charm. “That’s okay, you can’t help it. I know how nasty you young boys are. All your brains are in your cock. You will do anything that your cock tells you to.” He had never heard a woman talk this way, especially not someone who looked like Ms. Varner. She looked like some soccer mom when she was at school, like the mother to any kid you ever saw in any neighborhood, all clean, well groomed with a bid smile full of beautiful teeth, but now he saw her differently. She was sexual and confident. She used language he had never heard a woman her age, much less a schoolteacher, use. It made him feel grown up like she accepted him as a man and not just some kid out of high school. “I am sorry Ms. Varner.” “My name is Grace, but for now you just call me Ms. Varner. It is okay; I understand the frustrations a young man like you must feel. But since you have seen so much of me, don’t you think turnabout is only fair. I see you seem to have a problem hiding your cock in your pants.” “What do you mean?” Russell exclaimed. “You know darling. Let me see it. You heard me. Drop those jeans and let me have a look at what you have been hiding. It looks like a nice one.” “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem right.” “Listen boy, if you don’t do as I say I’ll tell your mother what a peeping tom you are and how I caught you looking at me. Besides, you know you want to and we are both adults and single. This is what men and women do who are attracted to each other. Think of it as a game. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Have you ever played that game Russell? I’ll bet you and some little neighborhood girl have done that before.” How did she know that, he thought? Was it something all little kids did? Russ began to unsnap his jeans and pull his zipper down. “Pull them all the way down, your underwear too, all the way to your ankles.” Russ did as he was told. His cock stuck straight out. It was a nice one Ms. Varner thought. Thick and heavy, it made her tingle between her legs just to look at it and know it was this way because of her. She reached out and took hold of it. Russ tried to step back but his jeans were tight around his ankles. When she squeezed it a drop of precum appeared. She let it drip into her palm and smeared it all around the head of his cock stroking him. Russ closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It made his cock throb as it strained to become harder. “ Look at me Russ. Do you like the way I look?” “Yes, Ms. Varner.” “Would you like to see me naked?” He nodded yes. “You’ll have to do as I say. Do you understand? I am not sure I can trust you. Will you obey me?” she asked using the demeanor of a schoolteacher. “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Now step out of your clothes, all of them, and get in the house.” Russell obeyed. She watched him as he made himself naked and opened the door for him as he walked in, his cock bobbing awkwardly. This time it was her turn to check out his ass from behind. Damn, she thought, he was so perfect, so beautiful, just what she had been looking for. He had the build of a man and yet he was inexperienced and lacking in confidence. The little sluts at the high school he attended had not yet ruined him, she thought. He could still be trained. Once inside she pulled out a drawer in the kitchen and removed two pair of handcuffs. One pair had a longer piece of chain between the cuffs than the other. “I am going to cuff you Russ. I don’t know that I can trust you. I am going to put them on your ankles so you can’t run away and on your wrists so you can’t touch anything I don’t want you to. Do you understand?” “Why? I won’t run away. I promise.” “Just do as I say Russ. I am the one in charge her. Don’t forget that,” she spoke in that ‘teacher’ voice again as she clicked the cuffs with the longer chain around his ankles. She stroked his cock softly as with her fingernails as she rose. “Turn around and give me your wrists.” He wondered what kind of woman kept handcuffs in her kitchen drawer. Maybe her husband was a cop or something. She cuffed his wrists. He kind of liked it. He was a virgin and maybe his lack of experience wouldn’t show if he couldn’t move too much. He liked her confidence and he had a natural trust of her. After all she was a schoolteacher and a grown up. He wondered if he would get to fuck her. If she would allow that, and what it would be like. There was so much that he didn’t know about women. Julie had let him feel her up but she had never been so bold as to touch him, to relieve him of the tension he felt when he was with her. He found it all fun and exciting. “Follow me boy.” Ms. Varner turned and walked down the hall. Russell shuffled behind her trying to keep up. She turned right into a dark room. She turned on the lights to reveal a room equipped with exercise equipment. Mirrors covered one wall. “Stand facing the mirror.” He did as he was told. Ms. Varner stood in front of the mirror beside Russell as well. She began to undress. She watched the expression on Russell’s face as she revealed her breasts letting the top of her swimsuit fall away. She liked the way he seemed both embarrassed and excited at the same time. He was obviously uncomfortable with the circumstances and yet his maleness could not be controlled. She knew that his erection was an embarrassment to him. He was powerless to hide it. She had planned it that way. Then she undid the strings holding the bottom of her swimsuit up and let it fall to the floor. Russ was mesmerized. He had never seen such a woman. Oh, he had seen men’s magazines and other such porn, but she was real. Her breasts appeared larger than when she was dressed in her schoolteacher clothes. Her skin was almost translucent. He could make out the blue veins in her breasts. Her nipples were dark, large and stuck out obscenely. Clearly she was aroused by all of this. It made him feel good to know that he was pleasing her. Her pubic hair was black and trimmed short. Her pussy lips had been shaved smooth. He could see her inner lips, darker than her skin, peaking from between the outer lips. Her clit was prominent, about the size of a pencil eraser. None of the pictures of naked women he had ever seen had a woman with such a clit. It was pink and stiff. She looked at herself in the mirror and took her fingers and spread her lips apart to expose her clit even more. Her eyes cut to look at Russ. She seemed pleased with herself. “Do you know what this is?” “Uh huh.” “It is my pussy, and this right here is my clitoris. I call it my clit for short,” she said in a cheerful southern drawl. “Do you think it is pretty? I’ll bet you want to fuck me, don’t you Russ?” Her expression became stern, “Don’t you Russell?” “Yes ma’am.” “Of course you do. Do you know how many men in this town have tried to fuck me Russ? Hell, most of them were married and twice as old as you are.” “I’ll bet. You are real pretty Ms. Varner.” “I know I am pretty. I learned that a long time ago and I learned that I was something else too.” She turned to face Russell and took hold of his cock with one hand and gripped his balls with the other. She twisted his balls uncomfortably. “I learned that I was powerful too. I learned how to get what I want, how to make people do what I want. I want you Russ my boy. I want to teach you things. Do you want me to teach you things Russ?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good boy,” she loosened her grip on his balls and began to stroke him and smiled at him. “Get on your knees boy.” “I can’t with my ankles cuffed this way.” “Yes you can, you figure it out. If you want to get some of what I’ve got you have got to show me you want it,” she said laughing. He bent his knees and lowered himself to the floor, but he fell over on his side. He couldn’t pull himself up with his wrists cuffed behind his back so he rolled over on his stomach and drew his knees up under his body enough so that he was able to pull himself up on his knees. He was breathing hard from the exertion. “See, I knew you could do it. That is your first lesson boy. Remember, I know what is best for you. Never forget that and always obey me and we’ll do just fine. You’ll see. You’ll learn to trust me.” She stood in front of him. She with her legs apart and him kneeling, his face was level with her pussy. She took him by his hair and bent his head back. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It didn’t smell like anything he had ever known, but he was drawn to the aroma. Watching him struggle made her pussy wetter. His hair hurt from her grip. “Now show me how much you love me and lick my clit boy.” She moved her pussy over his mouth. Russ turned his head away. He wasn’t ready for this. He was just a virgin and not very experienced. He had never been this close to a woman’s pussy and it shocked and frightened him. Ms. Varner stepped back with an angry expression on her face. “Listen boy, don’t you ever turn your face away from me. You WILL do as I say. Do you understand?” He didn’t know what to say. “Look at me boy,” she snapped holding his head by his hair. “I can make it easy or I can make it hard. You don’t seem to understand your predicament. You are naked and cuffed in my home. If I let you go now you can be sure everyone will know what a perverted little peeping tom you are. After all, I am a poor single woman living alone and you are a typical frustrated teenager trying to get a cheap thrill. I am sure the whole town will believe it.” “ I am sorry, I am just not used to this kind of thing. It doesn’t seem right and all.” “Get up boy, get on your feet.” Russell struggled to get on his feet from his knees. “Follow me.” He followed her down the hall and into the foyer. She turned and took one step up the stairs. “Hurry up Russ, don’t you get too far behind me.” He caught up to her as she looked down on him from the stairs. “Follow me up the stairs,” she said in a mocking way as she turned and walked up the steps. She made sure he was close enough to watch her ass as she took one step after another climbing the stairs. She was careful to swing each hip and allow him a glimpse of her pussy as it peaked out from between her legs every time she took another step up to the second floor. She knew well the effect it would have. Russ followed behind, the chain barely long enough to allow him to raise his feet up to the next step. And just as she planned he couldn’t take his eyes off of her ass. His dick began to drip pre cum from the excitement. He thought surely he would ejaculate right there on the floor. Once at the top of the stairs she crossed the hall and stood by the doorway to her bedroom and opened the door. “Welcome to my boudoir Russ. Step inside.” Russ entered. The windows had heavy velvet curtains and were pulled making the room rather dark except the light from the hall coming from the doorway. Ms. Varner’s shadow was cast on the floor. There was a large canopy bed in the center of the room with heavy carved posts and a very ornate carved headboard. The ceilings must have been ten or twelve feet high. He could not see much else. Ms. Varner: The Next Lesson All the next week Russ didn't know what to think. Ms. Varner was like nothing he had ever expected to find in a woman. She talked dirty. She had no qualms about using what polite company considered foul language. She could do the nastiest things without any hesitation. As a matter of fact she made it all seem so normal and common place all the while looking like the all American housewife. She was right he thought, he would probably never meet another woman like her. Maybe it was her age or her experience. Were all older women like her' His ass hurt. He couldn't believe what she had done, he was both ashamed and excited. He knew he was having feelings for her. After all she was his first. Was he falling in love. He thought he was in love with Julie, but her never had these feelings for Julie. He had this feeling in the pit of his stomach, kind of a sick feeling, a desperate feeling, he was both drawn to Ms. Varner and afraid of her. He was only beginning to realize the power she held over him. It was Tuesday and her lawn was due to be mowed. He tried not to think about anything but that, just mowing the lawn. He was scared to even bring up anything else. When he got to her house the curtains were pulled. The garage door in back was down. It looked as though no one was home. He decided not to knock on the door just start mowing. Just as before he mowed the front lawn first and pushed the mower to the back gate, opened it and propped it open against the high brick wall fence. She wasn't in sight. He began to mow. The back yard was much sunnier than the front. The grass grew faster there and was deeper and harder to mow. The heat was getting to him and he decided the rest a minute. He killed the engine and sat by the pool letting his feet dangle in the water. He watched his reflection in the water. 'Why hello Russ.' Then he saw Ms. Varner's face reflected in the water and he turned. She was wearing very short tight cut off shorts and her crotch was eye level and not a foot from his face when he turned. He was startled. 'Did I scare you' I did catch you slacking off didn't I,' she said with a smile in that drippy southern accent of hers. He could never tell whether she was serious or not when she talked that way. It made him uncomfortable. 'No ma'am. I was just cooling of for a minute.' Ms. Varner sat down beside him and put her bare feet in the water. 'No mind, the water does feel good doesn't it?' 'Yes, ma'am.' 'How have to been this past week Russ' I missed you. Did you know that' Did you miss me?' 'Huh, huh' 'Huh huh' Is that how you talk to me?' 'I, I, mean yes ma'am,' he stammered. 'That's better. After all, it is only polite to address you employer with courtesy. Tell me, what do you think of me.' 'Heck, Ms. Varner, I don't know. I think you are pretty great. I mean you are pretty, and nice?' 'Nice! That is rich! Did you think tying you up and fucking that sweet little ass of yours was nice.' Russ didn't say anything. He just dropped his head embarrassed. 'I think you liked it. You know a hard cock doesn't tell lies. And yours was pretty hard. Hell, it was damned hard. It makes me wet to think about that pretty cock of yours. Tell me Russ, did you like fucking me?' 'Yes, Ma'am.' 'Do you want to do it again' 'Oh yes ma'am. It is about all I could think about.' 'Good boy. But first I want to set down some rules. After all, I am in charge here and I am the more experienced one. You see Russ, I am not like other women. I know what I like and I know how to get it. You might say I have a dominant personality. Ever since I was a young girl I was always able to make people want to please me. I know you are probably getting feelings for me. It is normal to have crush on someone like me. It happens to all of us when we are young. And I like you. I like you a lot. But, you have to understand one thing.' 'What's that?' 'I expect you to obey me and do as I tell you. I told you that you may find that I have unusual appetites, shall we say. But if you want to continue this relationship it must be on my terms. It should be easy for you. Just think of me as your teacher, after all that is my stock and trade, and all will be fine. Don't you agree?' she said smiling sweetly. 'Yes ma'am' Ms. Varner jumped up and ran into the house and came back with a bar of soap. She stood by the edge of the pool and removed her t-shirt and shorts and jumped in the pool. She swam over to Russ. Her breast were beautiful floating out in front of her. He had just now noticed how long her nipples were. They seemed harder and darker than usual. 'Strip and get in the pool. I want to clean you up some.' Russ did as he was told. The high brick wall fence afforded them privacy. Ms. Varner swam over to the shallow water and Russ jumped in and followed her naked as a jaybird. As soon as he caught up to her she stood up in the wasted deep water and so did he. She began to rub the soap on his shoulders and back and stomach. 'My, you have such a pretty body, such a muscular chest and nice shoulders too. Turn around. I want to wash your naughty parts.' Russ turned around and he felt her hand rub the soap in the crack of his ass. He could feel her fingers rubbing up and down, then around the puckered entrance to his ass. She slipped a finger into him and he gasped. 'Are you sore' Does it hurt?' Then she pulled herself closer to him. He could feel her breasts against his back. She reached around and took hold of his cock. 'It does hurt good doesn't it' My, my that cock is sooo hard as well. I think you like it. You might turn out to be quite the pain slut Russ.' She let go of his cock and took him by the hand and lead him out of the pool. He wondered how a woman who looked and acting so wholesome to the outside world could talk this way. It both disturbed him and excited him. That was the way it was with her. He always felt off balance, never quite comfortable. She really was dominant, in charge, and very confident. He was learning to trust her. She had been right about most things so far. She had done things he never thought he would enjoy and yet he found himself fantasizing all week about it. 'Follow me to the bathroom,' she said as he watched her naked, bounce up the stairs. They were both still wet. He followed her to the bathroom at the top of stairs where he found her toweling off.'Stand there.' She opened a drawer, and pulled out a razor. 'Russ, I am going to shave you from the waist down. I am only going to do this once, then I expect you to keep yourself that way. Do you understand?' 'Why?' 'Shut up boy, and mind me.' 'Yes ma'am.' She took out some hair trimmers next. 'I need to trim that long hair around your cock and balls first. Then I will shave you smooth.' Russ was a little nervous. 'Don't worry, I know what I am doing. Come on over here and stand in the shower so I can wash the hair down the drain.' Russ stood still while she trimmed him and watched his pubic hair fall to the bottom of the shower. Then she rubbed some lotion all over his legs, his ass and his cock. She took some time to admire and stroke his cock to make it hard. Russ appreciated the fact that she admired his cock so much. It made him feel proud of himself. Then she carefully shaved him, not leaving any skin untouched. It felt strange, kind of nice actually. But it looked even more strange. Without hair his cock appeared larger and more prominent. It was incongruous, the way he was hairless as a young boy and yet he had the cock of a man. He felt ashamed and humiliated now. What if someone saw him that way. He was thankful that school was out and he didn't have to shower in the locker room. 'Now you keep it that way. I don't care how much you let it grow as long as it is shaved on the morning you come over here every week. Do you understand?' 'Yes, ma'am.' 'Call me Ms. Varner. I must tell you that now you are shaved. you will find it easier to keep it that way. If you let it grow out it will surely stick and itch.' Then she patted his ass,'but I rather like the idea of you being a little uncomfortable. It will make you think of me,' she smiled. 'Now rinse off,' she said turning on the shower.'There is a towel. When you are dry come to my room I will be waiting.' Russ dried off and wandered down the hall to the entrance of her room. It was dark except for some candles. Ms. Varner stood by the bed. She was wearing a black corset. It made her breasts stick out. She was wearing heels too. Tall ones. They made her appear taller. In her hand was some rope. Russ was excited. His cock bobbed in front of him. He covered himself, a little embarrassed. 'Drop those hands Russ, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Your cock is beautiful, even more so when it erect such as it is. You should be hard in my presence. As a matter of fact, if you feel your self getting soft you should stroke it hard. Now get on your back on my bed I want to tie you down.' Quickly she had him bound, each limb spread wide to each post of her bed. Russ looked up at the velvet canopy. Then Ms. Varner appeared over him. Looking down on him her pussy was directly over his face. Then she squatted over his mouth. Russ didn't need to be told what to. He knew, now he wanted to lick her, there was no reluctance. Ever since last week he had craved the aroma of her sweet musk, he craved to taste her juices. He loved to she the way she enjoyed it. She took him by his hair and moved her pussy over his mouth and face. Smearing her juices all over it. Russ lapped frantically at her wet lips. She put her clit in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, he nibbled it slightly, he sucked it gently. He wanted her to know how much he loved it. She had only to reach behind her and grab his cock. It was rock hard and throbbing the way only a young man's cock could do. She was gratified to have it in her possession. It was only matter of a few moments until she felt her first orgasm coming to bear. Her body began to stiffen. 'I am going to cum in your mouth Russ,' she said her voice trembling with arousal. Then she held his head hard by his hair and began to work her clit hard with the other. As she came she ejaculated her sweet juices in his face and mouth. He thought she had peed on him and he struggled to turn his face away. She only closed her legs tighter around his face and pushed her pussy harder onto his mouth, smothering his cries. 'You stupid boy. You had better swallow my hot juices. When I cum you had better take every drop,' she said sternly. Then she smiled as her orgasm subsided,'I'll bet you didn't know a woman could cum like this. Not many can. I told you I was a rare woman.' She backed away and wiped his face, and then stuck her fingers in his mouth. 'Suck, boy. I like to have my fingers sucked.' He found sucking them to be more pleasurable. His cock's hardness had diminished and for some strange reason this was arousing to him. He could feel it began to ache from it's hardness. Sucking her fingers felt queer to him but pleasant. He asked himself if she was trying to make a queer out of him, fucking his ass, making him suck her, or if she just merely wanted him to prove himself by humiliating him. He decided to quit thinking and just go with it. It felt nice. 'Oh boy, you do that good. Now I want some of that cock.' She moved back and squatted on his dick. 'Damn baby, that is some good dick you have there.' She began to rock back and forth on his cock. She leaned forward and let her breasts dangle in front of his mouth just out of reach. She fucked him so hard it hurt is dick sometimes. She liked to make him hurt. More than making him feel good she loved to hurt him, but she wanted to let him have just enough of pleasure so he would want to suffer for her. This was fun for her. She would fuck his body and his mind. Russ's hips were thrusting up as hard as he could given the way he was tied. Ms. Varner's pussy seemed to grip his cock. He could feel her muscles squeeze him. She fucked him harder and faster, he could tell she was about to cum again. The she groaned and he could feel something hot and wet running down his balls and the crack of his ass. She was indeed cumming. He never knew a woman could cum this way and this much. She paused and then began to fuck him some more, soon Russ could hold back no more and he shot is own load into her. Once he came he could feel his cock growing soft. 'Did you cum' You did didn't you' You should never cum without my permission. I will show you.' She raised up and pushed her cum soaked pussy in his face. 'Lick it boy, clean up that mess,' she commanded. Russ turned his face away. Ms. Varner took him by the hair and slapped him. 'Dammit boy you had better lick it, every damn drop. Do you hear me?' Something overcame him. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. He had been fighting it all a long, but he gave into it. Any rebellion that he felt went away and he just follow his instincts and gave in. It felt good, he felt free, his reluctance went away and that feeling in the pit of his stomach traveled to his cock and he felt it stiffen as he offered his tongue to lick the cunt that was pushed into his face. He licked her enthusiastically as though he were licking a bowl of pudding. Ms. Varner knew what she had done. She had broken him, she had tapped into that part of him that most men never allow to come out of their psyche. He was so young and inexperienced. It had almost been too easy. She had taken advantage of him, his inexperience, his curiosity and turned him into a submissive little slut. Most me are sluts she thought, but most men tried to make the woman play the slut role. Now she would show Russ what is was like to be a slut, a slave to his own sexual desire. She had tapped into that and it was what got her off. The power of it was exhilarating. She looked over her shoulder and saw his cock stiff again. That is what she liked about young men. It was so easy to make their cock hard and it was hard just for her. She moved back down on him and began the slow rocking motion back and forth, she could feel the head of his cock bumping into her sweet spot. She fucked him long and hard, until she was sore and had exhausted herself. Later after he finished mowing the yard, Ms. Varner handed him an envelope. In it was his check and a note. 'Next week before you mow, come around to the back door enter, strip, fold your clothes and put them on top of the table by the door. In the drawer of the table you'll find some shackles. Put them on you ankles and wait for me. You should be freshly shaved as I have instructed you.' Smiling, she said,'I hope you enjoyed yourself Russ. I have really had fun giving you your lessons. See you next week.' Ms Varner Part 2 All the next week Russ didn't know what to think. Ms. Varner had was like nothing he had ever expected to find in a woman. She talked dirty. She had no qualms about using what polite company considered foul language. She could do the nastiest things without any hesitation. As a matter of fact she made is all seem so normal and common place all the while looking the all American housewife. She was right he thought, he would probably never meet another woman like her. Maybe it was her age, her experience. Were all older women like her' His ass hurt. He couldn't believe what she had done, he was both ashamed and excited. He knew he was having feelings for her. After all she was his first. Was he falling in love. He thought he was in love with Julie, but her never had these feelings for Julie. He had this feeling in the pit of his stomach, kind of a sick feeling, a desperate feeling, he was both drawn to Ms. Varner and afraid of her. He was only beginning to realize the power she held over him. It was Tuesday and her lawn was due to be mowed. He tried not to think about anything but that, just mowing the lawn. He was scared to even bring up anything else. When he got to her house the curtains were pulled. The garage door in back was down. It looked as though no one was home. He decided not to knock on the door just start mowing. Just as before he mowed the front lawn first and pushed the mower to the back gate, opened it and propped it open against the high brick wall fence. She wasn't in sight. He began to mow. The back yard was much sunnier than the front. The grass grew faster there and was deeper and harder to mow. The heat was getting to him and he decided the rest a minute. He killed the engine and sat by the pool letting his feet dangle in the water. He could see his reflection in the water. 'Why hello Russ.' He saw Ms. Varner's face reflected in the water and he turned. She was wearing very short tight cut off shorts and her crotch was eye level and not a foot from his face when he turned. He was startled. 'Did I scare you' I did catch you slacking off didn't I,' she said with a smile in that drippy southern accent of hers. He could never tell whether she was serious or not when she talked that way. It made him uncomfortable. 'No ma'am. I was just cooling of for a minute.' Ms. Varner sat down beside him and put her bare feet in the water. 'No mind, the water does feel good doesn't it?' 'Yes, ma'am.' 'How have to been this past week Russ' I missed you. Did you know that' Did you miss me?' 'Huh, huh' 'Huh huh' Is that how you talk to me?' 'I, I, mean yes ma'am,' he stammered. 'That's better. After all, it is only polite to address you employer with courtesy. Tell me, what do you think of me.' 'Heck, Ms. Varner, I don't know. I think you are pretty great. I mean you are pretty, and nice?' 'Nice! That is rich! Did you think tying you up and fucking that sweet little ass of yours was nice.' Russ didn't say anything. He just dropped his head embarrassed. 'I think you liked it. You know a hard cock doesn't tell lies. And yours was pretty hard. Hell, it was damned hard. It makes me wet to think about that pretty cock of yours. Tell me Russ, did you like fucking me?' 'Yes, Ma'am.' 'Do you want to do it again' 'Oh yes ma'am. It is about all I could think about.' 'Good boy. But first I want to set down some rules. After all, I am in charge here and I am the more experienced one. You see Russ, I am not like other women. I know what I like and I know how to get it. You might say I have a dominant personality. Ever since I was a young girl I was always able to make people want to please me. I know you are probably getting feelings for me. It is normal to have crush on someone like me. It happens to all of us when we are young. And I like you. I like you a lot. But you have to understand one thing.' 'What's that?' 'I expect you to obey me and do as I tell you. I told you that you may find that I have unusual appetites, shall we say. But if you want to continue this relationship it must be on my terms. It should be easy for you. Just think of me as your teacher, after all that is my stock and trade, and all will be fine. Don't you agree?' she said smiling sweetly. 'Yes ma'am' Ms. Varner jumped up and ran into the house and came back with a bar of soap. She stood by the edge of the pool and removed her t-shirt and shorts and jumped in the pool. She swam over to Russ. Her breast were beautiful floating out in front of her. He had just now noticed how long her nipples were. They seemed harder and darker than usual. 'Strip and get in the pool. I want to clean you up some.' Russ did as he was told. The high brick wall fence afforded them privacy. Ms. Varner swam over to the shallow water and Russ jumped in and followed her naked as a jaybird. As soon as he caught up to her she stood up in the wasted deep water and so did he. She began to rub the soap on his shoulders and back and stomach. Ms. Varner Then Ms. Varner came behind him and pushed him over to the bed and down on his stomach. Russ, for some reason did not say a word. He just lay there with his feet dangling off of the side of the bed. Next, the door slammed shut and the room became completely dark. Ms. Varner, still in the room behind him, jumped on top of Russ, straddling the small of his back. “You see Russ, you don’t really have much choice but to do as I say,” she leaned over and spoke softly in his ear, her hard nipples rubbing his back as her breasts dangled from her body. You will do as I say because you want to. I am going to show you that you want many things that you are unaware of young man. That is why you are where you are now, because it is what you want. You may not be able to bring yourself to tell me but I know what you want. You really want to lick my pussy, to suck on my clit; you just haven’t admitted it to yourself yet. I am going to make you admit, and not just admit but make you beg to lick my pussy. I am going to do things you might think are horrible now but you will soon be begging for it.” “Why are you doing this? Why? I don’t understand.” Because I can. Because it pleases me. You want to please me don’t you Russ?” “Yes, ma’am.” “See. I told you that you wanted to do as I say. I tell you what. Do you want to fuck Russ? That is really what you want isn’t it?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Okay, just a minute.” Ms. Varner got off of Russ and lit some candles. Russ could see a dressing mirror between the velvet-covered windows on the other side of the bed. He looked for Ms. Varner in the mirror but could not find her. Then he saw her behind him. She wore something, something black, something around her hips, he could see what appeared to be a black cock protruding from the front of it and the reality of it all sank in. She held something else in her hand only it was too dark to see. “No. I am not like that. Don’t use that thing on me. Do you think I am queer or something?” “Shut up boy,” she said as she went around to the other side of the bed and fastened a collar around his neck. There was a chain on the collar and she hooked it to the bed rail so he couldn’t raise his head. “You said you wanted to fuck and now I am going to fuck you. I told you that you would beg to lick my pussy and now you will.” Once his neck was fastened she returned to his feet and unfastened the shackles from his ankles and spread his legs apart tying them to the bedposts. He was stretched apart across the bed with his ass exposed and his wrists still cuffed behind him. He struggled some, but he knew it was no use. He could see her in the mirror stroking the black cock, rubbing something on it. She smiled as though pleased with herself. Her pale skin now looked reddish in the candlelight. Her teeth seemed to glow from between the lips of her smile. She got on her knees between his legs and grabbed the cheeks of his butt. “Such a nice ass. Poor baby has never had any pussy and now he is going to get fucked in the ass. Don’t you wish you had licked my pussy now? Too bad isn’t it. As much as I am going to enjoy doing this to you, I do really like to have my pussy licked. Just think you could be enjoying my sweet juices and now you have to take it in the ass like a little sissy boy,” she mocked him as she pulled his ass cheeks apart with one hand and guided the fake cock up to his asshole, teasing him with the pointed head. It felt slick and hard on his asshole. He was half excited, half scared. Ambivalent feelings were flooding his mind. He was asking himself a million questions. His mind was overloaded. Why was his cock still hard? Why had he let himself get into this situation? What kind of woman was she? Then he felt her hand slip underneath him and grab his cock. Her hand was slick from the lube. “Oh my, you do like it. Look at how hard that dick is of yours. Do you like me to stroke it like that? You see I told you that you would like it. I know what you like. Now relax my boy, and it won’t hurt so much.” With that she pushed the strap-on hard against his asshole. She could feel it give way and allow the black phallus enter him. She felt Russ gasp and stiffen. She stopped and pulled it back a little and then pushed it in again only this time a little deeper. She stroked his cock harder. He said nothing. Then he raised his ass some to allow her hand more room to stroke his cock and in so doing forced the plastic cock deeper in his ass. She knew she had him then and she began to fuck his ass in earnest, just as someone with a real cock might do. He had relaxed and his body no longer stiffened. His ass was no longer virgin. Russ looked up in the mirror and he could see Ms. Varner’s face. She leered obscenely back at him smirking at the power she had exercised. “Now, beg me to fuck you, you bitch.” He said nothing. She stopped stroking his cock and grabbed his hips with both hands pulling her own hips harder against him. She had held some of the length of the strap-on in reserve and now she gave him the full length. It hurt so bad he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. When she was stroking his cock he didn’t notice the pain, but now it was leaving him breathless. “Stop” “Beg, bitch” “No” “Beg me bitch.” He looked at her. Her expression was angry and tough. He could feel tears in his eyes, his dick going limp. “Okay, okay.” “Beg me I said.” “Please, please stop, I’ll lick your pussy. I’ll do whatever, please stop.” She stopped and reached around and took hold of his dick, gently stroking it. I began to stiffen with each stroke getting longer and harder. She loved the power she held over it. She felt Russ’s hips began to move. She looked down at the strap-on in his ass. Her pussy felt wet. She could feel her juices between her thighs. She felt light headed. Power made her feel this way. Her heart raced. She had always had this power ever since she was a young girl. She knew how to pick them and once picked she knew how to use them. Now, as a woman she had developed her skill to the point that she could use it like a fine instrument to get what she craved. She thought this must be how a vampire feels with the first taste of blood from a new victim. Russ began to jerk. He was coming. His back bowed and she felt his cock spasm shooting his seed on her bedspread. She first thought that she should punish him for soiling her bedspread, but she let it pass. She had other more pressing needs. Russ had collapsed under her. The orgasm left him exhausted. He was shaking, trembling. She unlocked his wrists and then loosed his ankles. He lay still on the bed. “Get up boy. I believe you have a promise to keep.” Russ stood up by the bed. Ms. Varner turned down the covers and crawled in the bed leaning back against the headboard, pulling her knees up. She unbuckled the harness of the strap-on and slipped it off tossing it to the floor. Then she opened her legs wide. The cool air felt good. She was hot. The insides of her thighs were slick and wet. Her pussy lips were puffy and swollen. She ran her fingers down between the lips of her cunt letting two of them run down on either side of her clit. It jutted out erect, pink, and shiny. “Get over here.” Russ was dizzy, intoxicated. He didn’t know what to feel. His nerves were numb. He didn’t know what to think. Then he looked at Ms. Varner. Her face was in shadow. He only heard her voice. He could see her breasts and stomach by the lights of the candles. He could see her fingers spreading the lips of her pussy apart and her clit sticking out, practically demanding to be licked. He obeyed and crawled into bed between her legs and bowed his head down to her pussy. He could smell her. He could feel her heat. As he lowered her head she put her hand behind his head and guided his mouth to her mound. “That’s a good boy, be gentle, kiss it, lick it, and learn to worship it. A woman’s pussy is a holy, sacred thing. Treat it well and it will be the source of much pleasure to you. It has a power you are just now learning about. Most men never get to meet a woman like me. You are very special Russ and fortunate to be able to worship my pussy. Now do as you are told from now on. Do you hear me?” Russ did as he was told, licking and kissing her pussy. Surprisingly, he found it pleasant, hard to describe, but pleasant. Soon his efforts were having an effect on Ms. Varner. Her hips began to squirm; her pussy began to move slowly up and down. Her hand pressed his face harder into her groin. It excited him. He felt proud to know he could give her pleasure. He wasn’t sure why, but he did want to please her. Even if she had humiliated him, hurt him, he wanted more than anything to make her happy. She was smearing his face into the juices of her pussy. Now she used both hands. He tried to suck and lick her clit. He felt his cock stiffen, getting so hard it ached. Soon Ms. Varner’s movements became more frantic as her hips bucked harder against his face. She began to moan. “Daaaaaaaamn, that feels good. Lick boy. Lick it. God I love it.” Then she pushed him away. She was panting. Her skin glowed with perspiration. She pushed him from between her legs and rolled over rising from the bed, leaving Russ on his knees on the bed. “That was pretty good for a beginner. You liked it didn’t you? I told you that you would. Move over and let me lie back down.” Russ backed down to the foot of the bed as Ms. Varner got back in and reclined on her back and opened her legs. Each foot pointed to either side of Russ and to each corner of the mattress. Ms. Varner held out her arms as though to console Russ. “Come here my boy. You have been very good. Come get what you want.” Russ looked at her suspiciously. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. He was beginning to feel powerless and humiliated. Then Ms. Varner took one hand and spread her pussy open. The sight of it mesmerized Russ. “Come her and fuck me. Let me be your first. You’ll never forgive yourself if you let this chance pass you by.” It was too easy he thought. After dating Julie for two years he was lucky to get to feel her up and this women was offering herself to him. It seemed too good to be true. It felt like a trap. But Ms. Varner looked so good, her pussy looked so good, and besides his cock was doing the thinking now. He climbed up on her as she took his cock and guided it into her. It felt hotter than he imagined, wetter too. Ms. Varner gasped slightly as he pushed himself into her in one smooth motion. It was heaven. He lowered himself on to her as she grabbed his ass with both hands. He could feel the muscles in her cunt squeeze him. She looked at him as her pussy squeezed his cock. It was a trick she had developed long ago and she knew out it made men feel. She liked to see his reactions; she knew what it meant to be the first woman to really sexualize him, to treat him this way. From now on he would be ruined for any other woman who didn’t understand the way he would be when she was finished training him. He would always be submissive to her. He would become addicted to her and the way she treated him. “That’s my boy, fuck me good, give me that cock of yours,” she spoke seductively. She moved her hands from his thrusting hips and up his back and held him close, bringing him close to her and kissed him hard on the mouth, her tongue fucking his mouth while he fucked her pussy. Her own hips rising up to be his, she ground her clit against him. His cock was larger than that of any other man she had ever had and she could feel the head of it moving inside her. She hadn’t wanted him to get conceited about it but she had been craving his cock ever since she had seen the outline of it his jeans as he stood at her front door. It stretched her lips wide apart and caused her clit to be stimulated in a way no other man had done. She loved the way his balls slapped against her ass. He may have been just a boy but he was hung like no man she had ever known. The way his shoulders stiffened and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pumped her made even more excited. She could feel her own orgasm rising up in her… And then, then it happened. “Dammmn boy, fuck me, fuck, ooooooh yes.” Her orgasm nearly made her pass out. She caught her breath. “Keep fucking me boy, keep fucking me.” She was multi-orgasmic, that is why she liked younger men. They could recover from an orgasm faster than older men. She needed a man to could fuck her often and hard. She wanted someone who had the stamina to fuck her over and over, not like her husband. Poor thing, he was rich, but he was too old and fat and sometimes she thought maybe she fucked him to death. Sometimes she felt bad the way she cuckolded him. But now she had what she needed, someone young, horny, and could be molded into a submissive pet, a little fuck toy, her bitch, her stud, someone on whom she could exercise the power that she loved so much. Like a vampire, it made her feel immortal. Russ kept thrusting into her. She kissed and bit his neck. She seemed possessed. She wrapped her ankles around his legs and ground her pussy hard against him. Her arms squeezed him tight. If this was what fucking was all about, he thought, he loved it. She could feel him tense up. She sensed he was going to cum again. “Don’t cum! Do you understand? Don’t cum yet. If you think you are going to cum stop and let it pass and then start back. I am not through with you yet. Do you understand?” “Yes ma’am,” he said almost out of breath. He stopped his thrusting, but Ms. Varner kept humping him. He tried to hold back but he could not. He felt his balls contract and the semen spurt into her. “You came didn’t you? I told you not to. Don’t let your dick go soft on me. Do you hear? Keep fucking me. Think about me and make your dick stay hard.” He could feel himself going soft. “Remember how I fucked you in the ass? It hurt didn’t it. But you liked it didn’t you? Remember how you pushed against the strap-on so I could jack you off. Remember how I had you tied up and fucked you, fucked your ass. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I like to use you, to hurt you, to fuck with you… Her words burned in his ears. He felt shame, anger, and excitement all at once. He felt his dick get harder; he slammed his weight into her. “Yeah, that’s right, you like that don’t you. You don’t fool me. I know you better than you know yourself. You like me to hurt you, to humiliate you, to fuck you. You like it, so admit it…” Her breath got shorter. “Oh god, oh, oh yes, yes, yes, please god fuck me, dammit fuck me hard. She felt her orgasm from her head to her toes. She gasped and let out a long sigh. She was trembling. She took a deep breath and composed herself. Then she pushed him off. “Can’t I keep fucking you?” “No, I am finished. You can jack off if you want. I let you cum twice today. I have been generous with you. Get you clothes and get dressed. I am going to take a shower and I will come down to the kitchen and write you a check. He did as he was told and sat at the kitchen table. He decided not to masturbate. He was pretty tired after all and he felt addled by all that had happened. In about fifteen minutes she came down. She was dressed as she was at the front door when he first knocked on it, make-up, heels and stockings, wrapped in a thin cotton robe. She was all smiles. “Poor dear, you really look beat, didn’t you have fun? It was your first after all, wasn’t it?” She made out the check and handed it to him. “I will see you next week when you do my lawn again? You did a wonderful job.” “Yes ma’am.” “Good, I am glad,” she said smiling, just like some soccer mom. He went out the back door thinking about how she looked and felt his cock stir in his pants.