Part I

Helen Thomas was as mad as hell. Helen was the coach of the cheerleader squad and she had just caught two of her girls sneaking back to their hotel room with a bottle of wine. The squad was at the state playoff game with the team and it had been a special privilege to get to go on an overnight trip. And now, Lisa and Susan, two juniors on the team had snuck out and bought some wine. They could ruin it for everybody. Helen was so mad she needed time to think. She left the two girls in her room while she checked the halls. Helen was supposed to immediately kick them off the squad. They would be suspended from school and barred from the squad forever.
     
"Damn," she said to herself. Helen liked the girls and did not really want to get them kicked off the squad but the rules were staunch. She could get in trouble for not reporting them to administration. Helen knew she had to make a strong impression on the both of them.
     
The girls were crying when Helen got back to her room.  They both started trying to talk at once. "Miss Thomas. . ."
     
"Shut up, both of you. You know the rules. I am suppose to call your parents right now and have you removed from the squad." The girls started crying even harder.

"We're sorry. Miss Thomas, we'll do anything...it will never happen again." Lisa could barely talk she was trying so hard not to cry.
     
"Sorry is not enough. I have to punish you. Now, I am willing to punish you and not mention the incident but, if I do, you have to take my punishment and you can never mention it to anyone, and I mean anyone, do you understand."
     
The girls looked at each other and Lisa said, "Anything Ms. Thomas, just don't kick us out."
     
"How about you Susan?"
     
"Yes, Ma�am. Anything to stay on the squad."
     
"Okay, here's the deal, and you both take it or neither of you do. I spank you. And I spank you hard, with a belt. If either of you ever tells anybody, you're off the squad and you're suspended from school. I'll give you about ten minutes to think about it while I make another floor check."
     
After she left, Lisa immediately picked up the phone and called Carol, a senior and the head cheerleader. They were going to share the wine with her. Lisa hurriedly explained what was happening and asked what they should do.
     
"You had better do whatever she says. But I have an idea. I can't get you out trouble but I can make the future better. Have you got your purse?"
     
"Yes."
     
"I'll be right there."
     
"Whatever you do, don't get caught."
     
Carol knocked on the coach's door. Lisa answered. Carol gave her a cassette recorder, turned it on to record and told her to put it in her purse and try to have her purse so it would record whatever happened. Then, Carol quickly made her way back to her own room.
     
Helen Thomas returned to her room with a belt she had borrowed from the football coach. She had briefly explained to him what she was doing. "Lisa, you're first." 
     
Lisa stood up. She already had tears streaming down her face. "What do you want me to do?"

"Pull down your pants, bend over with your hands on the dresser."
     
"Pull...pull down my pants?"
     
"That or let's call your parents."
     
Lisa unbuckled her jeans, lowered the zipper and pushed her pants to her knees. She was wearing thin, nylon panties that offered no protection to what was coming. She bent over the dresser and bit her lip, determined not to cry. The first lick was hard. It hurt so bad she gasped and started crying freely.  She jumped when the second hit her and her jeans fell to her ankles. Helen hit her three more times before telling her to pull up her pants and go back to her room. The red marks on her bottom were clearly visible through the thin panties. She left the room sobbing.
     
"Your turn Susan. Drop your pants and bend over."
     
"Ms. Thomas, I . . . I don't have on any underwear."
     
"Tough, do it or let's go call your parents."
     
Susan was crying as she unfastened her pants and pushed them to her knees. She bent over the dresser and took the spanking on her bare bottom.  She left and made her way, crying, back to her and Lisa's room, carrying Lisa's purse.
     
They called Carol. She came and got the recorder.
     
Carol knew she had all she needed the moment she heard Ms. Thomas tell the girls they would have to pull down their pants. Giving licks may have been okay, but having the girls pull down their pants was not okay.  That was absolutely against the rules. She flinched when she heard the sound of the belt hitting Lisa. And Susan wasn't wearing underwear!  Ms. Thomas made a bad mistake by hitting her on her bare ass.  Carol thought she could probably be fired for that.  Carol knew she would have to carefully consider how to make use of the tape.  One thing she would have to do would be to exact some revenge.  She thought the girl's humiliating punishment far outweighed their crime.
     
Later, in bed, Carol was still thinking about what had happened. She imagined how terrible it would be to have to bend over without any pants on, but. . . it was sort of exciting, too. She started to think about being made to bend over naked, it was kind of sexy. But, in her fantasy, she imagined being punished by the football coach instead of Ms. Thomas. She imagined herself in his dimly lit hotel room and the coach telling her that he was sorry, but she would have to remove her clothes. Carol began to get a wet.
     
She kicked her covers off. Imagining that the coach was watching, she pulled her nightshirt up over her bottom. The cool air of the room stimulated her as it washed across her naked bottom. Her hand moved and began to rub between her legs. In her fantasy she was made to kneel with her ass raised high to the coach's view. On her bed she kneeled and raised her bottom. Her nipples rubbed back and forth against the sheets causing an electric flash to jump from her breasts to her crotch. She imagined being watched and she spread her legs so her imaginary viewer could see everything. With her hands she spread open the cheeks of her ass. She rose up and looked back into the mirror. If he were there, he would see her pussy and her anus. She started rubbing herself harder, spreading the wetness from her pussy to her clit. She came in a shuttering climax that left her breathless.

The team won their game and Helen said nothing more to Lisa and Susan.  Everything got back to normal - for two weeks.  And then, the team had another out of town game and the cheerleader squad got to go and spend the night.  Before they left, Helen gave the squad another lecture on how they were to behave.  Lisa and Susan would not look at her.  But Carol did, with a smile. 
     
At their hotel the girls were leaving their travel van when Carol stopped Helen.  "Ms. Thomas, I need to talk to you about something in private.  Can I come to your room?" 
     
"Of course."
     
Helen opened her door to Carol's knock.  "What is it Carol?"
     
"I don't think your punishment of Lisa and Susan was fair."
     
Helen's heart started beating faster.  The more she had thought about it, the more she regretted the punishment she had dished out.  Her entire career would be jeopardized if anyone found out, and someone had.
     
"Its none of your business Carol."
     
"Well, I am the head cheerleader and a senior.  I don't think that the humiliation you put them through was appropriate."
     
"Appropriate?  I let them stay on the squad.  And it is none of your business."
     
"What would happen if the school board or their parents found out you spanked their bare asses."
     
"I don't know what they told you but . . ."
     
"I have a cassette tape."
     
Helen sank to the bed.  She knew she was in a lot of trouble.  "What are you going to do?"
     
"I've been thinking about that.  I don't really want to get you fired, but it pisses me off that teachers think they can get away with that kind of stuff."
     
"I repeat, what are you going to do?"
     
"What do you think I should do?"
     
"I'll apologize to them."
     
"No.  You did what you did.  An apology is not enough."
     
"Carol, what are you after.  I wanted to leave them on the team, but I had to teach them a lesson."
     
"I guess that's my idea, I don't want to get you fired, but I think I need to teach you a lesson."
     
"What are you saying?"
     
"Do you agree that what you did was wrong?  I agree they needed to be punished and I agree that kicking them off the squad would have been too harsh.  But, don't you think you went a little far?"
     
"Yes.  If it helps, I agree, I was mad and used bad judgment."
     
"They used bad judgment and were punished.  You used bad judgment and you should be punished."
     
"What do you mean?  I hope you're not going to use bad judgment."
     
"Well, do you want me to tell what I know?"
     
"Of course not."
     
"Okay, here's the deal, I've decided on a punishment for you that I have decided is fair.  I'll tell you what it is and just like Lisa and Susan you have one choice, you accept it or I send the tape to the principal."
     
Helen was scared.  She did not say a word.
     
"I think your punishment should fit the wrong."
     
"What are you suggesting."
     
"You get a spanking with a belt on your bare skin."
     
Helen blushed red.  "You can't . . ."
     
"Now you know a little how they felt, only they were powerless against you.  Let me finish telling you my idea and then its your decision, you accept or I tell.  You'll get in more trouble than anybody else.  I'll even give you time to think about it."
     
Helen had nothing to say.
     
"Okay, like I said, you get a spanking, four licks with a belt on your bare bottom.  Now, the part you might really not like is that you'll have to be naked and be blindfolded.  And a boy will do the spanking.  I don't think I could hit you hard enough.  I think that will be the only way you'll feel the humiliation the girls felt.  I promise he won't tell anybody and even if he does, I promise you I'll deny anything he says. Nobody else will know, not even Lisa and Susan."  Helen sat in numb silence, her world dangerously close to destruction.  "Now Ms.  Thomas, that's the way its going to be, like it or not.  You tell me sometime before dinner if you agree."

Helen knew she was in a lot of trouble and she could think of no way out.  She even thought about quitting her job, but if she did, and if she read Carol correctly, she would probably not be able to get another teaching job.  This job was her first and she had only had it a couple of years.  It was not until she was driving the girls to dinner that she realized she really had no choice.  She stopped Carol as she got off the van.
     
"Yes ma'am?"
     
"Okay."
     
"Okay what?"
     
"I agree."
     
"Come to my room at midnight."
     
"Please, I am begging you to do something different."
     
"No."
     
"Then please, I am begging you to be careful."
     
"Don't worry Ms. Thomas, no one will find out, I promise."

At midnight she knocked on Carol's door.  Carol opened the door.
     
"Come in."
     
Helen stood quietly, red faced, her mind jumbled.  She was crazy to do what she had done, and now, some high school boy would see her bare assed.  And hopefully, she would never know who he was.
     
"He will be here in a minute."
     
"What do I do?"
     
"Put on this blindfold.  It's for your protection as much as it is for him.  And I think for my protection, you better let me supplement my tape by telling me what's going to happen tonight and why."
     
Helen's legs were trembling with fear.  She put on the blindfold.
     
"Okay, tell me what is going to happen and why."
     
"Two weeks ago I made a terrible mistake, I spanked two of the cheerleaders for trying to sneak some wine into their room. I made them pull down their pants.  You found out and decided to punish me.  I have agreed to take off my clothes and be spanked with a belt.  A boy will do the spanking.  I will be blindfolded."
     
There was a knock at the door.  Carol had explained to Tim, her ex-boyfriend, what her plan was and he had agreed to participate.  He had not been able to think straight all day imagining what he was going to do.  Ms. Thomas was beautiful and he was going to get to see her naked.  He was a little uncomfortable about hitting her and had decided to not spank her very hard.  Carol let him in the room.
     
"Okay Ms. Thomas, he's here."
     
"What do you want me to do?"
     
"Stand over here."  Carol led her to a spot in front of the dresser.  "Take off your clothes."
     
Helen was almost nauseous with anxiety.  She hesitated just a moment, realized her only hope was to continue, and started to undo the buttons on her blouse.  Tim could not take his eyes off of her.  Carol, remembering her fantasy, wished it was her that was being made to strip.  Carol noticed Tim's erection and reached over and gave it a squeeze.
     
Helen slipped her blouse off and hesitated only a moment before she reached behind and undid her bra.  Her breasts were firm and not too large.  Tim thought they were perfect.  Helen was surprised at a sudden feeling of sexiness.  She was getting excited at what was happening.  Tim and Carol both noticed Helen's nipples swelling.
     
Helen unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down.  Tim rubbed his erection.  As Helen pushed her jeans down, Carol reached over and undid Tim�s pants.  Helen felt behind her, found the dresser and leaned against it as she raised one leg to pull off her jeans.  Tim helped Carol pull his cock free.  It rose up and twitched as Carol's cool hand wrapped around it.  Helen finished taking off her pants and tossed them aside.  Her panties were white nylon.  Tim focused on the shadow of pubic hair clearly visible at her crotch.  Carol was slowly stroking his cock.
     
Helen felt hollowness in her belly that signaled an increase in her excitement.  She was getting turned on.  She took a breath and pushed her panties down.  Tim squeezed Carol's crotch through her pants.  Carol was turned on like never before.
     
The dark cleft of Helen's sex was visible despite her efforts to keep her legs together.  She could smell her own excitement and hoped that it was not noticeable to anyone else. But it was, and Carol had an idea.
     
"You're getting turned on aren't you Ms. Thomas.  I can tell."
     
"Just get this over with."
     
"Would you like to skip the spanking."  She was still lightly stroking Tim's cock.
     
"You know I would."
     
"I have an idea.  He and I are kind of turned on too.  I've been jacking him off."

Helen felt an immediate shortness of breath and a flash of horniness.  Some boy was seeing her naked and jacking off.
     
"What's your idea?"
     
"Something we can do instead of spanking you."
     
"I cannot let him have sex with me."
     
"No ma'am, I wouldn't ask you to do that.  But I'm getting excited too, just like you and just like him.  Let him and me get off while he looks at you and I watch him and we'll skip the spanking.  Your decision."
     
"Go ahead and look."
     
"You have to pose for us."
     
Helen knew that a blush was spreading across her chest.  It always did when she got this turned on.
     
"What do you want me to do?"
     
"You can start by turning around and letting him see your rear."
     
Helen paused just a second before turning to face the dresser.  This had already gone so far that she might as well try to escape without the added pain of a whipping.
     
"Spread your legs and bend over." Carol unzipped her own pants so Tim could get his hand inside her panties.  She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees as his hand slid under her panties and curved to cup her pussy.  With one hand she held his shoulder to keep her balance as one of his fingers dipped into her pussy.
     
Helen bent over.  She knew that the kids could see that she was wet, but it didn't really matter.
     
Carol remembered her fantasy and how she had imagined being completely exposed to her imaginary viewer.
     
"Reach back and spread your cheeks."
     
Carol complied, pulling the firm flesh of her bottom apart, exposing everything to Carol and the unseen boy. Helen thought she could feel the lips of her sex swell with a rush of blood. The dresser top stimulated her nipples as she bent over, on view for the masturbating couple behind her. 
     
"You're wet aren't you, Ms. Thomas."
     
"Yes."
     
"Show us."
     
Helen moved one hand around and up through her legs.  She rubbed the entrance to her pussy and felt the wetness there.  Her knees grew weak.  She used two fingers of her other hand to part the lips of her sex and she pushed a finger inside herself. She withdrew it, covered with her slick, sticky secretions.  She rubbed her fingers together.  The feel of her lubrication and the knowledge of what the kids could see aroused her even more.
    
Carol paused in her stroking of Tim's cock, not wanting him to come too fast.  "Listen, here's what I want to do.  He's going to come pretty soon.  I've got to come, too.  You lay on the bed and let him jack off on your ass.  I'll watch and get myself off. He won't screw you but you can rub yourself, okay?"
     
"Okay."  Helen sounded out of breath.  She felt like she was in a trance. Nothing else could matter.
     
Carol led Helen to the bed.
     
"What do you want me to do?"
     
Carol moved a pillow down.  Lay here, put your hips on this pillow."  She directed her hands to the pillow.  "Spread your legs.  He'll get behind you and jack off on your ass."
     
Helen climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on the pillow.  Her bottom arched high, she spread her legs.  Carol pulled off her own pants and signaled Tim to do the same.  At Carol's urging he climbed behind Helen.  At the thought of what he could see, Helen felt a swelling bubble of sexual excitement.
     
Carol knelt on the bed where she could get a view of Tim's cock and was rubbing herself faster and faster.
     
Tim got close to her and started masturbating.  The bed moved with his rocking.  Carol said, "Spread your cheeks again." Helen reached back and spread her bottom open.  Tim moved closer and Helen felt the searing heat of the tip of his cock as it brushed against her skin.
     
"Play with yourself Ms. Thomas.  It's okay."
     
Helen could not help herself.  She told herself that Carol was making her do this to save her job.  With one had she began to rub herself.  Soon, she was arching up trying to feel the flesh of the cock being worked above her.  Tim's balls bounced against the knuckles of the hand that was busy between her legs. Tim pressed closer, wanting the feel of her flesh against his. Carol was starting to come, wishing it was her splayed beneath Tim's rocking body.
     
Tim started to come.  He pressed the tip of his cock against her.  It pressed against the sensitive skin of her anus.  Helen moved both hands between her legs.  Tim's come erupted hotly against her, soaking the crevasse of her ass.  She rubbed furiously, coming as she felt the young boy's sperm flow between her legs mixing with her own wetness.
     
Later, Carol lay in bed enjoying the lingering scent of the mixture of Tim and Helen's sex.

                             Part II

Eventually Helen relaxed.  Carol was evidently good to her word and never mentioned the "punishment" to anyone.  Helen still wondered who the boy had been but she had never detected any knowing smirks from any student that might suggest he was the one who had seen her naked, had seen her lose control and join in what turned into an intense session of group masturbation. School would be out soon and Carol would be gone.  Of course Lisa and Susan would be around next year but, the way they were behaving, there would be no problem.  In fact, there was only one remaining the problem; not before and not after that night in Carol's room had Helen ever experienced such an intense and ultimately enjoyable sexual encounter.  Now, when she had a date that she let reach the point of intimacy, she ended up replaying that evening in her mind while making love.  She kept trying to reach that same level of erotic tension and release, but she never quite got there.
     
And then, she got the note.
     
It was in an envelope, marked confidential and slipped under her office door.  It was typed. It said:

     Ms. Thomas:
     It was me that night.  Don't be scared. I have not told
     anyone about that night and I never will. I am sending this
     note because I think that you enjoyed that evening as much
     as Carol and I did.  You were the sexiest thing I have ever
     seen.  I think about you and jack-off.  That made me think.
     I wonder if you think about what we did and maybe sometimes
     wish we could do it again.  I understand that you probably
     don't want to have sex with me but maybe you would like to
     do what we did.  We could get together and look at each
     other and masturbate.  That would be the most incredible
     thing I can imagine.  No one, not even Carol, would ever
     have to know.  Think about it and if you want to talk about
     what we can do then send me a message by putting a football
     cut out of red paper on your classroom door.  If you put "Go
     Team" on it I will come to your class after school.  If you
     put "Win Team" on it I will never bother you again. I
     promise. But please think about it. I will watch your door
     from now until school is out.

Helen was short of breath.  Of course she couldn't do it but what would it be like if she could?  She was getting turned on, her mind filled with images of what would happen.

Tim started watching Helen's door.  Three days after he left the note, he could see a red football taped to her door. When he got close enough to see it, he got lightheaded.  It said "Go Team."  He started to get hard.
     
Several times that afternoon Helen thought about changing the sign and going home sick.  But she never quite decided to do so and when school was out she sat in her office, waiting in a daze to see what would happen.  She was turned on, her mind filled with an erotic jumble of what she imagined.  There was a knock on her door.
     
"Come in."  Her voice almost cracked and she blushed, embarrassed and excited at the same time.
     
Tim came in.  She knew him, but didn't know what to say.  He shut the door.  He was red faced.
     
"Hi."
     
"Tim.  Hi."
     
"I hope you're not mad that I sent you the note."
     
"I don't know what I am anymore."
     
"That night was something I never expected."
     
She laughed at that.  "Me either."
     
"What did you think about my note?"
     
"I don't know.  A part of me was curious about who was there that night.  I don't know what else I think."
     
"I'll leave if you want."
     
"No.  Not yet.  Let me think."
     
She tried to decide what she wanted to do about Tim and what they had done.  Unbidden images crowded out all other thoughts.
     
"Well," she said, "what did you expect to happen?"
     
"Whatever you want.  I think you got off that night. You know I did.  If you enjoyed that, maybe you would enjoy doing something similar again."
     
"Like what?"
     
"Ms. Thomas, I don't know.  Would you like to watch?  Can I watch you?  I am as uncomfortable as you.  I'll leave if you want and never mention it again.  But you have to let me know."
     
"We would have to be careful."
     
"I'll say."
     
"Okay, come to my house at seven-thirty.  Don't let anyone see you."
     
He smiled, and left.

Her doorbell rang at 7:25.  It was Tim.
     
"Hi Tim, come on in."
     
He stood just inside her door.  When she saw how awkward he looked and how nervous he was, a lot of her apprehension dissolved.
     
"Well Tim, we need to talk.  Why don't you sit down?"
     
"Miss Thomas I'm glad you invited me over."
     
"I don't know why I did. I'm not sure we're going to do anything."
     
"I understand."
     
"What do you expect."
     
"I told you I don't know.  Nothing, I guess.  Why did you invite me over?"
     
"Look, I'm sorry, you have to forget I'm a teacher and understand that I am as nervous as you."
     
"Well, did you enjoy that night or not?  You have to tell me the truth now."
     
"Yes, I did."  She blushed.
     
He smiled.  "I did too, but, I guess you could tell that."
     
She smiled at the memory of his sperm against her skin. "Yes, I could tell.  I came too, you know."
     
He blushed, much to her surprise.  "Look," she said, "something happened, okay?  I'm a teacher and you are student but in that room we were three people that ended up enjoying a sexual experience.  We have to forget that we're teacher and student if we're going to talk about this."
     
"Okay."  He took a breath and decided to take a chance. "Then, let me tell you that I enjoyed seeing you naked.  It was the sexiest, hottest thing I have ever seen.  Your breasts are perfect.  I thought I would faint when you bent over and put your finger inside yourself.  I almost came in Carol's hand when you did that."
     
"And," she said, "when I was laying on the bed and you were jacking off, I could feel your balls against my pussy.  It turned me on."
     
They both laughed.
     
"Well," she said, "I guess we got that out of the way."
     
"Now what."
     
"I don't think we should have sex."
     
"Okay."
     
"But, besides that what would you like to do?"
     
"Look at you, I guess.  See you naked.  Watch you play with yourself if you want to.  Jack off."
     
"I've never really seen a man come.  I mean, you know, up close so I could see what was happening.  I've always wanted to see that but could never really ask anybody."
     
"I know what you mean.  I've never really looked at a woman in person, until you.  And I was real afraid that you did not like it."
     
"Okay then, here's the deal.  You and I are not dating and we don't have to worry about making each other mad.  You can ask me to do anything except actually have sex and I'll try to do it. I can ask you to do anything.  Some touching may be okay, but there's no pressure, okay?  It stops whenever one of us says it does.  Promise?"
     
"Promise."
     
"This may be the only time we get together like this."
     
"Okay."
     
"What do you want me to do?  Do you have any teacher fantasies?"  She was smiling, making a joke, but knew by his reaction that she had struck a nerve.  "Its okay.  Fantasies are okay.  You have a unique opportunity to indulge them."
     
He was blushing.  "I have fantasies all the time.  Its like I am always thinking about sex.  Is that normal?"
     
"Sure, for a boy at your age.  I have fantasies too, you know."
     
"About what?"
     
"Well, doing it with certain people, or doing it with strangers in unusual places."
     
"I think about spying on the cheerleaders and watching them practice without underwear.  Sometimes I sit in class and imagine what it would be like if I was a ghost or something and could just walk around and touch the girls, or the teacher, without them knowing"
     
She realized he was sharing his innermost secrets.  To reassure him she wanted to do the same.  "I once watched a couple of kids sneak off from a pep rally.  I followed them, meaning to make them go back to the gym.  They went into the auditorium. Instead of confronting them, I decided to see what they were up to.  I followed them quitely.  They went backstage.  I went to the other side of the stage.  It was dark and they could not see me.  I could see them because they were standing under an exit light.  They were kissing.  He started to feel her up.  His hand was inside her shirt.  I knew I should stop them but it wasn't really my business.  She was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He sat her on a riser.  She raised her skirt and pulled him between her legs.  I started to imagine what she must feel.  She had on panties and I could imagine what his rough jeans would feel like.  He started moving against her.  You know, like they were fucking, but with their clothes on.  She must have come.  I could hear her.  Then they left.  I stayed there, turned on.  I could feel that my panties were wet.  I took off my panty hose, got on my knees and rubbed myself through my panties, pretending to be her.  I came like that."  She laughed.  "I had to skip the rest of the pep rally."
     
"That is the hottest thing I have ever heard.  I'm lucky if I get a surprise peek up somebody's skirt or down their blouse."
     
"Do you like that?"
     
"Sure.  I mean, I'm not weird or anything.  I guess all guys will look if they get the chance."
     
"Trust me, us girls do to.  I've had conversations with other teachers about how good some of you football players look in those tight pants."
     
"Really?"
     
"Sure."  There was a pause.  "So . . ."
     
"I'd be glad to let you watch me come."
     
"I'd be glad to let you look at me until you come."
     
"Okay then," she said as she stood up, "do you want the lights on or off?"
     
"On if that's okay."
     
"How do you want to do this?"
     
"Could you . . ."
     
"What?  Go ahead.  Tell me what you want."
     
"Could you start . . . by just raising your skirt?"
     
"Of course.  Remember anything is okay.  You would probably like it better if I took off my panty hose."  She reached under her skirt and pulled down her panty hose.  She kicked off her shoes and then the hose. She slipped her shoes back on and stood in front of him.  She could feel a quickening.  She was sexually excited and growing more so.  His hands had moved to hide his erection.  "Take it out and play with yourself while I do this."
     
He unzipped his pants and tugged his cock through the opening.  She picked up the hem of her dress and started to slowly raise it.  His eyes were glued to her legs.  Her panties slowly came into view.  He could see the dark, shadowy outline of the hair between her legs.  She focused on the swelling head of his cock and said "God, this is turning me on."  He laughed, short and breathless.
     
She held her skirt above her waist.  "Do you like this?"
     
"Oh yeah."
     
"Keep watching."
     
She turned around and paused so he could see her rear.  His cock twitched as he stared at the dark line of her crack. 
     
She bent over and put her hands on a chair for support, making sure her skirt remained high enough not to obstruct his view.  "Go ahead," she said "Get closer."
     
He got on his knees behind her.  She bent over farther and spread her legs.  He could see the moistness at the crotch of her panties.  They both could smell the scent of her excitement.  A drop of liquid oozed from the tip of his cock.
     
She turned around and sat in the chair.  She hooked her knees over the arms of the chair.  The silky material of her panties stretched tight across her crotch.  Fine, curly hairs escaped.  He leaned forward to look closely.
     
"Remember, I want to watch you come so don't let it happen yet."  He stopped jacking-off and his cock stood red and twitching.
     
She rubbed the palm of her hand against herself.  She hooked her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them aside, uncovering her sex to his view.  He stroked himself a couple of times as he looked at her pussy.  Between the lips of her sex was a thin seam of moisture.  Using her other hand, Helen rubbed her exposed flesh.  She dipped a finger into her pussy. It was as though she had turned liquid.
     
"God, I'm wet."
     
He was speechless.
     
She rubbed herself for a moment, darkening her hair with the spreading wetness.
     
"Get naked," she said, dropping her feet to the floor.
     
He stood awkwardly and started removing his clothes.  She stood and unfastened and removed her clothes.
     
She stepped back so he could see her naked and so she could see him.
     
"It won't take me long to come."
     
"Then let's get on the couch.  You kneel between my legs and enjoy the view, but remember I want to see you come.  When you are about to come, straddle me and come on my breasts so I can see."
     
She lay with one leg on the floor and the other propped on the back of the couch.  He knelt on the couch and started to masturbate.  She pulled her knees back and arched her crotch upwards.  The way she was laying, with her legs spread wide and her pelvis thrust upwards, the cheeks of her bottom were spread, exposing her anus to his view.  He could see into the shadowy darkness of her pussy.  The skin between her pussy and her anus was slick with her wetness.  She stroked her clitoris with one hand and teased her swollen nipples with the other.  They each made involuntary groans of pleasure.
     
"I'm going to come," he said.
     
"Then move up here."
     
She dropped her knees so he could straddle her body.  His balls rubbed against her tummy.  She focused on his cock and continued to masturbate herself.  He tried not to jerk his cock around as he started to come so she could easily see what was happening.  She cupped his balls with one hand.  The touch of her nails at the base of his scrotum caused an immediate reaction. His sperm erupted from his cock.  She watched closely.  It surged out and splattered against her neck.  He continued to pump and streams of his sperm trailed across her breasts.  She came, trembling as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her body.
 

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