Sex Show Stories

In 1991, artist Brian Froud, illustrator of many books about faeries and designer of the movies Labyrinth and Dark Crystal, created over 50 drawings through which four authors sifted to find those that appealed to them, each one going away and writing, separately and without any more collaboration than a common understanding of ecological crisis, the book that those drawings suggested to them.

My partner was lucky enough to find Charles de Lint’s contribution, ‘The Wild Wood’, but has so far not been lucky enough to find the other three books of ‘Brian Froud’s Faerielands’. (Until I gave her Patricia A. McKillop’s ‘Something Rich And Strange’ for her birthday, thank you Amazon.com.)

When I opened that book, the first drawing, on the page facing and preceding Charles’ first words, took my breath away. With the greatest humility, and respect for those who have made a living where I have not, and love for Brian’s work, this is my response to that one drawing.

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All around me the bush now stretched, the only sounds birdsong and the crackling of dry leaf litter underfoot.

I hadn’t expected silence. Solitude yes, but silence no. I had not expected to be out of the house today.

It was supposed to be my day, one day alone sandwiched between the responsibilities of being at my job and the delights of being with my partner, one day when I had off and she didn’t, one day to write with a mind undisturbed by anything except the need to brew more coffee or eat.

But the best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a-gley, and I couldn’t sit still long enough to concentrate, or concentrate long enough to compose out loud. All morning, since I got up in the cold and the dark to wave my partner off, making her feel better about leaving a warm bed with me in it by no longer being in it, I had been restless and edgy and pacey, for no real reason and with no real solution. Food failed to settle me, coffee failed to focus me, archery failed to discipline me and taking the dogs for an unexpected and joyfully received morning walk failed to weary my itchy muscles. Grinding coffee failed to even keep me sitting still for long enough to finish, so after another cup had been brewed and drunk to no effect I gave up.

The rambling house was too small, the two neighbors too many, the open road and the wind in my face beckoned. Exercise didn’t appeal but speed did, so instead of lycra I chose leather and boots and an old pair of jeans and a helmet with the visor pushed up.

I had not been expecting quiet. Even a 250cc is loud when it’s two decades old and pushed hard. I didn’t push so hard that I was concentrating exclusively on the road, my mind needing time to contemplate the scenery flashing past, but inside the helmet I was cocooned in muffled noise, and didn’t have so many scattered thoughts filling the silence inside my head.

Winter was fleeing fast behind us, and even at the top of the mountain the air was hot and the sun hotter. The last few turns of the road were slow and steep and the single air-cooled cylinder of the SRX found too little air for its liking, so when I stopped at the top to admire the view, the petrol in the carburettor evaporated and silence swiftly descended.

I was not particularly surprised - it had happened to me before, and would again - but nor did I bother starting it again, the work of mere seconds. The bush behind my back, where I stood in a natural lookout, was more enticing.

There was enough of a track close by for me to push the bike out of sight of the road, put it on the centre stand in the uneven, uncertain ground, check its balance carefully and leave my helmet on the seat, my jacket and gloves flung over the gear rack. I slipped the key into my pocket, and started out into the bush.

The silence enveloped me without being oppressive, and although there was no moistness in the air and little coolness in even the least patchy shade, I felt instantly more comfortable, more at ease, than I had all day.

The ground underfoot was dry and the dead leaves and twigs crackled, but the sharp sounds were comfortable rather than intrusive or even joyous, and I felt myself, finally, blend into my environment and be at peace in it.

Perhaps that was why I wasn’t startled to see a face, a wooden mask of sorts, in the corner of my eye. I turned quickly enough to look at it directly, of course, but it hadn’t startled me and I wasn’t startled when I saw that it wasn’t there.

I stood still for maybe five beatings of my heart until I saw the knothole and the curve of bark that had tricked my eye. /Top-down processing/, my psychologist’s brain threw at me. If the eye sees part of a face, fleetingly, the brain will provide the rest. Smiling lightly to, and at, myself, I kept on wending my way through the path, little more than an animal track, in the bush.

Out of the corner of my other eye, I saw another face. This one was no less wooden, but more detailed, a sudden flash of grinning superiority in twisted, rough-bark skin. When I turned to seek out the visual cues, at first I couldn’t find anything, and only by taking a step back could I see where three different trees had lined up to produce an uncannily detailed sketch of a face.

I had to grin myself at that, and continued walking. Around the next corner, a quick hint of movement, a flash of dancing androgynous sylph, became upon inspection the nearly straight, silver trunk of a bluegum. Five metres down the track, ducking under an overhanging branch, a patch of shadow turned out, after all, not to belong to a tall, stooped figure with a long beard and spidery legs.

I kept on going, this time keenly but playfully on the lookout for any little patch of shade or shape or colour that might hint at the semblance of a countenance or figure.

I wasn’t too surprised that, on the lookout for optical illusions, I saw none, but then I walked around a corner and, breathing deeply to fuel my pace, breathed out but forgot to breath back in again.

This time it was no optical illusion.

There was a dense patch of trees, covered in one of the vines that festoon these forests, seeking to overwhelm all that they cover, and at a little more than head height from the ground, shaded but not concealed by the foliage and vinery, rested an unmistakeably artificial wooden mask. It was a masculine face, wise and age-etched deep, its countenance between its wrinkles and bony edges as smooth as polished wood but its beard bark-uneven and its outline tapering off rough-edged. Leaves dead or dying wove its hair, and fern-fronds sprang where horns would not have looked out of place.

I remembered to breath again, but had to work hard to make up for lost time. No matter how hard I stared, this was no illusion and I had to ask myself who had left it there, and why here, where every corner seemed to conceal flashes of life where life was plainly not?

Then the mask moved, and once again the breath died in my throat.

The saplings and the branches and the leaves and the vines that had concealed the figure wearing the mask did not move aside to permit its passage; they merely no longer inhibited it.

The figure was unmistakeably feminine and female, the skin of the throat and torso silver tinted faintly with the dry, soft, bluish-green of Eucalyptus leaves. The throat itself was slender, and around it hung a black choker with an obsidian sphere set at its front. She was wearing a gown that might have been made from Paperbark bark or the skeletons of dead leaves, having about it somewhat of the appearance of a mesh without even the appearance of transparency. It hung down un-gathered from her sloping shoulders, draping over the outer halves, revealing most of the inner, of breasts full and round. Her skin was smooth and everywhere subtly curved, her belly had the faint swell of fertility and her belly button, although strangely human, was in no way out of place.

Her arms appeared bare, but around her hanging forearms was wrapped the ends of a cape which seemed to have just now been pulled off the rocks it was mossily covering in some wetter part of the mountains.

As she stepped forwards her legs appeared from the vegetation, her gown revealing too her mound, softly furred, glowing softly greenly silver in the half light, and the insides and, for tantalizing moments, the fronts, of long and smooth thighs.

Although her figure was somehow even more unreal than her appearance, the strongest possible sense of unreality came when my eyes flicked back up to find hers and saw that, as before when I had not known it to be worn, its own were too heavily hooded and deeply bored to reveal any others.

It was only then that I noticed something I should have already seen, and which made me feel somehow more comfortable and safe. She was not looking at me, or walking in my direction. In fact, she wasn’t, as I had thought upon turning the corner, directly down the track. She was off to one side, in a small natural-seeming glade, and was walking across in front of me, from one side to the other. Glancing quickly towards her destination, I realised that I was merely standing at the apex of a triangle formed by three figures, and realised too that I should be thankful that I had seen her first.

Her king, for such he must surely be, was a head taller than me at least, no common height, and ruggedly, roughly, earthy and strong to her ethereal beauty.

The mask he wore was feminine, and beautiful, but I could not imagine that the two masks were of each other’s faces. It was long and had a soft delicacy of line, but also quirkiness and mischievousness. It’s hair could have been grass, or petals, I could not tell, while its eyes too were too deeply bored to show the slightest touch of the eyes behind.

His body was strong, but neither big nor lean. His torso was the bole of an ancient tree, his limbs its twisted, gnarled branches, his feet uprooted roots, his skin flaking, cracking or peeling off, all of it rough and dark brown. His hair where it came above and around the mask was the hard, coarse black fronds of a Blackboy fern.

From his shoulders hung scraps and tatters of mosses and lichens, which clung also to his back and his hips, but clothing it was not, and from his hips thrust forwards an erect phallus in proportion to his body and as smooth and as smoothly curved as water-caressed driftwood.

Neither lord nor lady gave any indication by the slightest movement of hand or head or body that they had seen me, or were at all aware of my presence, and neither had yet made the slightest sound, not even of foot on leaf-litter. I looked where their feet landed, and saw movement of the mulch, but it was if the dead vegetation flowed away from their feet, to allow free passage to the earth below, collecting again when the foot had passed. I looked where the lady had sprung from, but although I have a writer’s brain I do not have an artist’s eye and could not tell if there was the slightest change to vegetation that I hadn’t really noticed to begin with.

I stayed where I was, seeming no more able to move than I was to explain what I was seeing, an accidental witness to an unreal scene as the lord and the lady met halfway between them, in the middle of the track. They made yet no sound, but the lady raised her hands to the lord’s waist and the lord raised his to her shoulders, sliding them under her gown with a delicacy that seemed alien to his gnarled, knobby fingers. He slid his hands down her chest as she slid hers around his waist, revealing as his wrists pushed back her gown the complete curves of her breasts, greenish nipples hard already before his touch.

They were still moving slowly together, with a calmness and gravity that added to the dreamlike quality of the scene, and the flared tip of his phallus seemed to kiss without quite touching the small swell of her mound before they stopped, his hands cupping her breasts and her hands slid up to press against his lower back.

Their masks were kissing the air between them, her nipples kissing the air over his chest, but hands and, perhaps, forearms, were the only points of contact between them as they stood still, perfectly upright despite his body that made him appear to loom and stoop over a partner no shorter nor taller than him, nor more nor less upright.

When next they moved one green-tinged silver leg went back, one rough brown leg moved forwards, and they knelt, sinking to knees and then further down as she leaned backwards and he forwards, neither masks nor nipples nor genitalia moving one unfathomable fraction relative to each other as she sank without seeming support to the ground, the dirt and dust and rocks and leaf litter forming her bed as he moved over her without any more appearance of support, the only movement other than their legs and torsos coming right at the end, as his hands slid around her breasts from cupping to resting, as though placing his whole weight upon them, yet without their shape changing more than gravity demanded.

Now her nipples retreated from his (I could see now, despite the light no longer being in my favor, that yes, he had nipples, two dark, uneven broken-branch knotholes on his chest) and he followed her, his phallus slipping so smoothly and easily inside her that I missed seeing it happen, noticing only when his hands slid around her flanks and they lay chest-to-chest and hip-to-hip, that I could see at the last the base of his shaft clearly parting her lips.

Their masks had not yet touched, nor moved closer or further apart, or sideways or any other direction relative to each other, but the frozen expressions of wisdom and impudence seemed to mirror each other so perfectly that maybe they did not need to kiss.

My sense of unreality changed to one of guilt, as I realised that I really was the voyeur here, and surely could not be wanted as witness no matter that they had ample opportunity to see and hear me, and I tried to tear myself away, at least my eyes, and beat a hasty retreat the way I had come, along the track and onto the bike and away, but I could no more move from what I was seeing than I could explain it.

I felt myself the outsider but not the foreigner, watching without comprehension but also, bizarrely, without the faintest trace of bewilderment.

Lying on their forest bed, mask-to-mask and body-to-body, the lord and the lady started to move, and a feeling of what I could only describe, lacking any other noun, as humanity, entered the scene.

Her knees parted and lifted on either side of him, her ankles drawing back beside his knees as her hands slid up his back to where his shoulder blades should be, her fingers spreading as she pressed her palms against him.

His hands had no room to pass underneath her so they spread around her ribcage instead, from ground to pressed-out breasts as, his legs still, his hips moved smoothly, rhythmically, but neither quickly or slowly, up and down, thrusting himself in and out. I could not see past her thighs to what was happening at their juncture, but I could see that he must be using nearly his whole length as he moved with vegetable tirelessness, stroking her vagina, its texture foreign to my knowledge or imagination, with what had looked an unbending wooden shaft.

It was then, watching these two bush faery engaged in the most animal of acts, that I felt my perceptions of my own role here change. It began to seem to me, watching nearly unblinking, that I was no voyeur here, but participant; my presence not accidental, but planned; my role not superfluous, but prerequisite.

I can not account for the shift in perceptions, nor justify them, but as I watched on it became more and more important to me that I continued to watch, not for my behalf but for theirs; that I had remained at the apex of the triangle and been drawn in to their engagement not physically, nor even spiritually, but in some other way, indefinable yet unavoidable.

I wasn’t quite sure, as I stood there watching the man of wood steadily fuck the woman of wood, if they were moving mechanically or passionately, if they were rutting or making love. They continued to make no noise, their masks did not move, their hands upon each other made no more movement and neither did their legs. Only his hips moved easily up and down, her legs hiding the point of union from me.

Then, unexpectedly, a change. Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders, her legs raised her hips off the ground, her back arching so that only her shoulders and feet and head made contact with the earth, as he sped up slightly, but only enough to be noticed, and his hands slid slightly down, his fingertips curving around her back where before the earth had blocked their passage, his weight still taken on her breasts, his legs still not moving.

I felt weak, the first physical sensation I had felt since being stopped by the appearance of her mask, and it was the weakness of being drained of energy, not the dizziness of intense arousal or the satisfied exhaustion of exercise or sex. I felt fatigued, with no evident reason, my legs seeming to hold me up by perfect balance not muscular strength, not wobbling but not feeling stable, and my shoulders feeling the drag of the weight of my arms.

For a second, the thought of panic entered my head. What was I doing there? What was I doing witnessing this fantastic coupling, a mortal, human, man who didn’t believe in faery, who had a solid and real life and partner to return to? There was an uneasy thought on the edge of my mind, but it came no further in.

The feeling came to me that culmination was near, that there was energy I could not feel building up to the point of saturation. I couldn’t see anything, still couldn’t hear anything, and couldn’t feel anything at all, but my mind was alert, almost feverishly, seeing this couple on the ground in an almost hyper-vivid light and too much, painfully too much, detail, every flush of green in her skin, every line in his, every splash of light on the curves of her body and every patch of shadow in the caverns of his, shrieking at my eyes.

I felt as though I should be clenched bow-string tight, but instead I merely stood there, drained of energy but still upright, bones poised but muscles slack, watching, watching, helplessly watching.

There was a break in his rhythm now, a new tension in the undisturbed, unchanged line of her bent back. Every time he thrust in, there was a hesitation at the end. Every time he pulled back, there was an eagerness, a rush, to thrust in again. At the edges of my mind I had the vague thought, too weak to penetrate to full, lucid consciousness, that neither he nor she had either instinct or experience to guide them, but were learning as they went alone, earnestly and carefully.

Whether or not they would remember this, perform this act again, or even exist any longer I didn’t then and don’t now know, but in their learning they appeared to reach success, for even their mechanical act managed to attain fulfillment and he froze inside her, buried to the hilt, no change in line of back or arm or the position of his head, no change at all in her, although I knew, beyond all doubt, that she too had cum.

How I know this I don’t know, for at that moment I felt a shock throughout my body like the dryest, most detached orgasm in the world, and my body crumpled from the ankles upwards, at the end my torso keeling backwards so that my head hit the leaf mould of the track without pain or even shock.

I lay there for half an hour before I felt able once again to roll over laboriously, get up on hands and knees, stagger to my feet and stumble away from a clearing devoid of any other figure.

It felt like an hour before I reached the bike again, although it can’t have been more than fiifteen minutes, and I climbed straight back into my gear and got straight back on, the only thought in my mind to get home.

I returned, and was in bed, a mere ten minutes before my partner arrived in a burst of V-twin noise and the joyous greeting howls of her dogs. I explained my bone-deep lethargy on feeling sick, and she poured vitamin C tablets and cranberry juice into me and made dinner that I could barely touch.

The next day I had to cancel my two clients, but the day after that I felt able to return to work, and the day after that I felt affectionate again as we lay cuddling in bed at night.

I didn’t return to that mountain-top for more than a month, and even then we just drove straight through on our way to the other side, but I often stared hard at its misty head in the distance as I lay on the couch on that side of our verandah, wondering just what the fay folk I didn’t believe in had needed me for.

Delaney was a girl that I had never really looked at sexually. She wasn’t a hot girl, she was kinda cute with her girlish smile and her short black hair that only went down to her neck. But she had really narrow eyes that made her look as though she were glaring when she wasn’t smiling. I had (like I said before) never thought of her sexually until one day in ninth grade. We were both freshman and I had only known her for 1 semester we never really got along but that didn’t matter that much that one day. It all started one day second semester when Delaney came to school in a mini-skirt that was very easy to see up. You see while I didn’t see any panties or anything she had great legs ( a bit skinny and really short (just like her) but nice texture and look to them), and she didn’t keep her legs together. I could only stare at her. She also wore a small t-shirt that showed off her tits, however small they were, and boots. All in all very sexy. Now Delaney had a seat across the room from my own and I could check her out easy from where I was. But I wasn’t satisfied looking no, no, I had to touch her to feel her. But I restrained myself. After about an hour I got a detention (But for the life of me I can’t remember why) and so was sulking a lot but then Delaney got one for talking, and both were on the same day. This was great, I mean I usually believe in karma and so I was wondering what I had done to get this, I also wondered who’s cock do I have to suck to fuck her? that was the thought that ran threw my head then and I remember it even now. So I was hopeful when class ended that I might be getting some pussy the next day. Well of course I didn’t think it would actually happen in detention I thought that it might be able to seduce her in detention and fuck her afterwards.

“Delaney can I talk to you? the teacher asked. I left not thinking it that important when I heard a phrase which changed my life forever. Delaney your grade in this class is an F and you have a detention, now your parents don’t know yet but they will when I send your report card home. The teacher said sternly. Please isn’t there anything I can do to make you change my grade at least? Delaney begged. Well that’s why I wanted to talk to you Delaney do you know what I want you to do? No how would I know that She then seemed to realize. Oh God! She said. Don’t worry it will only be once but it will get you a better grade. Delaney was almost crying stuck between whoring herself off to this man or being grounded and possibly much worse trouble at home. Alright I’ll do it. She sobbed. That’s a good girl now come over here and lift up your skirt. He said. She obeyed lifting her skirt to reveal very skimpy panties. I was stroking my cock under my pants at t he sight of this. As I had lunch now and no one was allowed down this hall I kept watching with the door popped open just enough for me to hear and see inside. The teacher said Now please remove your panties. Delaney sobbed as she slowly slid her panties down her legs while still holding her skirt up. I could see her fine ass and her shaved dripping pussy. She was still crying and holding her skirt up when she stopped at her boots. Very good now sit in my lap it would be nice if you would continue to hold your skirt up. She did as he told her still crying. He removed his own pants and then lifted her slightly and whipped out his cock while still wearing his underwear. HOLY SHIT I thought still steadily stroking myself as his giant cock was released. I mean I pride myself on having a big cock (about 7 inches) but this guys was huge about ten inches unless I’m mistaken.

He slid her panties the rest of the way off and slid them into a desk drawer that had about 20 other pairs in it. I’m confiscating these. He said almost playfully. Delaney was crying even harder now as he slowly stroked his cock along his cunt. She moaned as his cock rubbed her. Please no. She moaned. You agreed to this must I remind you. The teacher said mockingly. I changed my mind please no more please stop. Delaney moaned obviously enjoying the feeling but not wanting to get impaled by a cock. She was unaware to it’s size but I could see that his was going to be a great fuck. Delaney was struggling now trying to get away but the teacher held her. I was stroking myself even harder now and I was about to whip it out and jack off if this got any hotter. It did! The teacher decided that he wanted to be in her and without any warning stabbed his huge cock into her leaking pussy. She screamed. I couldn’t help it my pants were down and I was stroking fast. There it was Delaney in a tiny mini-skirt being fucked by our huge teacher. OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE DON”T STOP! She screamed as he fucked her in and out and in and out. He was being merciless to her virgin cunt and so he was fucking her raw. There was actually blood on his cock but he just kept on fucking. I couldn’t help it I went in the room. Delaney gasped as I walked in she tried to cover her pussy being fucked by the teacher but she couldn’t She noticed my cock was out though, and while she hated the fact that this was almost rape she, loved the feeling of cock in her. She wanted more so when I reached her she just started stroking up and down on my cock. I wanted to go deep inside her like the teacher was doing but I don’t think that she would have liked me fucking her in the ass and if she came and the teacher pulled out of her she might not still be horny enough to let me fuck her. It didn’t matter in the end she jerked me off so well I came within a few minutes. She wasn’t far behind. The teacher slammed back into her and that caused her to cum all over his giant cock and squeeze it, milking it of it’s cum. He shot his load deep into her pussy. I quickly pulled up my pants and left before they both recovered from their orgasms and started to realize that Delaney had hand fucked me. I beat it and didn’t see them again all day.

The next day I was nervous about facing them though I knew neither would confront me publicly, but it didn’t matter. I walked in to class and sat down. The teacher walked in and gave me a knowing wink before sitting at his desk. Ok he wasn’t mad but maybe Delaney might be. As I thought it Delaney walked in my mouth dropped. She was wearing a even shorter mini-skirt (a pink one that was obviously meant to allure men) and a tight tank top shirt that let you see most of her tits, and left nothing else to the imagination. She wore the same boots as yesterday. She was sexier than before. It was like she was the worlds biggest whore shrunk down to a 14 year old girl, and she wanted to fuck. As she walked by the teacher’s desk she lifted her skirt slightly so that the teacher could see she had no panties on. This obviously made the teacher hard as a rock…a ten inch rock. I was hard to at this site. Almost no one else noticed anything. When the class was dismissed me and Delaney and the teacher stayed behind. Me and the teacher quickly dropped our pants and Delaney lifted her skirt, inviting us in it seemed. I got to her cunt first and so I got to stick my dick into her. She screamed as I entered her, and begged for more.

I obliged. I fucked her pussy till she came hard all over my cock, and the feeling of her pussy squeezing me was to much I came spraying my man juices up into her pussy. She screamed at the feeling, and came a second time again milking my cock which had begun to go soft. I pulled out and she quickly got down on her knees and began to suck my cock. She took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked me dry. She blew me until I had cum at least three more times. I was spent and lay back and watched as the teacher got up behind her and held her down lifted her skirt off her ass and slowly slid his dick into her ass hole. She screamed and begged him to pull out but he kept on fucking her in her tender little brown eye. Soon she stopped struggling and allowed him to have his way with her virgin ass. Delaney was beginning to enjoy the feeling actually and actually came once while being fucked there. She soon was spent like me and just passed out. The teacher finished himself off on her unconscious body. Then we got our pants back on and were about to leave the room when I got an idea. I went over to Delaney, who was still unconscious, and I lifted her skirt and began to lick her pussy. She moaned in her sleep and began to thrust her hips forward. I soon managed to finish her and her body squirted juices all over me. I tasted them and thought they had a rather sweet taste. I loved the taste in fact. I left after covering her pussy. I went and had lunch. And that was the first time I fucked Delaney. She and I did many other things together, we each did sepratly Maybe I’ll tell you about them later.

Judy told me all about it.

That bastard. I didn’t think he had it in him. I didn’t think he’d have the balls to force himself on Judy like that! He didn’t even ask. Just threw her down and put that sausage in her crotch.

I think the little slut enjoyed it too. She said she didn’t but I don’t believe her. I wish Brad had asked me out before Ronald did. I’d make a man out of Brad, show him how a woman likes it. I don’t care if I haven’t been doing it as long as Judy. I am way better at giving head.
That bastard of a teacher said so.

I don’t care if Judy is a whore and enjoyed it, he shouldn’t have thrown her down in that filthy lockerroom and fucked her like that!

Tuesday night she was crying and complaining about it. Maybe she was PMS-ing and that’s why she was so bitchy to me?

Wednesday I went to the school myself. I wasn’t working, and I didn’t have little wimpy Judy with me either.
If that guy came around I’d fix him. Give him some of his own medicine for a change and see how he liked it.

Sure enough he was there. Doing what I can’t imagine. It’s summertime, and he’s not teaching.
I had my cut-off shorts on and my tube top. He was sure to sniff around and find me, I knew.
Before too long he had seen me and started in my direction.

He checked me out pretty well. He was subtle about it, but I saw his eyes check out my breasts. The girls were riding well in the tube top. He even glanced down at my legs and ass.
I was standing at the vending machines, the janitors’ closet was open behind me.

He said hello. I said hi. He asked me what I was doing here. I pulled the letter opener from the hip pocket of my cut-offs and said “this!”
I held the point of the letter opener against his pants and his prick.

“Come with me, into the closet” I sneered. His cock shifted against the letter opener, and he followed me in there.

I turned on the hanging light and closed the door behind us.

“You son of a bitch!” I yelled, “you raped my friend yesterday!”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Not as sorry as you are going to be,” I said.

“What are you going to do?” he asked me.

“Give you your own medicine,” I said. “Drop your pants and get that penis ready for me.”

He took his pants off. Somehow it wasn’t sexy when he did that. Kind of like watching your grandfather tuck his shirt in or something. He smelled good. Like a man. Not like the boys with their Tag and other sweet smelling stuff. Still, the teacher didn’t smell like my grandfather either. Maybe it was shaving cream, I don’t know.

“Now get on your knees and eat me” I demanded. He got down on his knees slowly, my letter opener in his face, and he undid my shorts. His rough fingers got inside the hem of my panties and he pulled them down.
My pussy was dry until he did that, and then I felt a rush of wet in there.

His finger found its way inside of me and started to stroke me. I was trying not to let him know it felt good.

“With your other hand start stroking yourself,” I commanded him.

“But that’s your job,” he started to say.

“Not when I have the weapon! Now get that dick up!” I shouted. I was hoping the janitor would be gone until I was done with this bastard.

Oh it felt good to be stroked like that. Ronald doesn’t know how to rub my pussy right, and when he fucks me it feels like he’s using a breadstick or something. That little thing just can’t hit the right spots. Teacher’s fingers were very talented. I could feel those thick fingers probing my cunt, the lips closing around them as they forcefully went in and out.

I looked down and the teacher’s cock was long enough to give me what I wanted. I was wet, but I wanted more.

“Eat me you son of a bitch!” I said.

His tongue reached up into my sweating cunt. My God how long is that tongue I thought.
I tried not to moan.

He paused for a moment, “Will you be returning the favor?”

“No, I won’t be blowing you,” I said. “YOU are serving me!”

I grunted, but just a little as he continued to lick me. I don’t think he heard me.

I was ready.

“Okay, fuck me!” I commanded. “and it better be good or else.”

He leaned me back against the supply shelves and stepped up and into my waiting cunt. I went up onto my toes as he filled me up.
Oh my God this wasn’t a breadstick or pencil he was screwing me with. It was thick and long and it hit all my spots.

“Keep going fuck slave” I tried to sound commanding. “You’re going to have to do better than this or I’ll cut that thing off”

I was lying. It felt wonderful. I hadn’t felt it like this since he took that black satin ribbon off my neck and fucked my brains out in the hotel room a few months before.

I couldn’t contain it.

“Ooooh-yes! Mmmm-harder! Deeper-mmmm.”

He took the letter opener from my hand and threw it across the little room, his cock thrusting further into me than I ever imagined he could reach. That damn thing must have touched my ribs he was in so far! Thick, so thick inside of me!

I came. I came hard and my whole body shook. I couldn’t control it.

He pulled out of my pussy and turned me over and put me on the floor.
He put me on my hands and knees.

I couldn’t do anything about it.

He spread my butt cheeks and entered me.

Oh my God it felt good.

He was thrusting into my asshole and I couldn’t help myself. I started to rotate my hips and thrust back onto his prick.

Something strange started to happen. I felt warm all over and I got a little dizzy.
“What’s happening?” I said.

“Well you sassy bitch, you’re getting the best fucking of your life!”

He was right.

Then he started to spank my ass. I never knew that would make the orgasm even better but it did.

I sort of half passed-out and when I realized what was happening I was busy sucking that cock.
I could taste my juices on him, and the salty-sweet flavors of his cock.

I clamped down, my tongue circling the captive cock, licking every inch. I took a deep breath and then sucked his cock as if I could vacuum the skin right off.
He thrust into my mouth and I felt the tip of his cock in my throat.
I felt his cock shaking in my mouth.
As his tip hit my throat there was an explosion of cum. He was so far into my throat that I couldn’t taste the first blast.
He pulled back an inch and the second blast coated my tongue.
It was like tapioca pudding in my mouth, the cream and the little solid bits of cum!

He had a hold of my hair as I licked his cock clean. My cunt felt warm, and I saw my juices flowing down my leg.

I lay there panting, watching him put his pants back on.

“Did you get even for Judy?” he asked.

“Yeah” was all I could manage to say.

After he left the janitors’ closet I heard him down the hallway.
He was telling the janitor about a mess someone had made in the cafeteria, and I heard their footsteps as they walked away. I lay there for five minutes, my pussy still tingling and my fingers and tongue coated with his baby-batter. Now where was that fucking letter opener he took from me?

I never found that letter opener in there.

I was at an all male secondary school in the sixties during my early to mid teens. I was in a class of about 30 lads who all discovered more or less, at the ame age , the pleasures of getting a ‘hard on’ and the extreme pleasures of doing something about it! The race was watched by everyone on the row. I can also recall one scary incidence when the Master asked me what I was doing and ordered me to stand up. I managed to get my cock back and zip up in time as I stood, knowing anyway that the laboratory bench came up to my belly button so I’d be reasonably safe. Anyway, that sort of situation is the best cure I know for a raging erection.

None of us had any real sexual experience apart from masturbation and we all had hours of that! Some lads had girlfriends but it was an era when holding hands was about the limit and any teenaged girl who allowed a boy to touch her breasts outside her clothing was considered to be little more than a slut. The only sexual activity was between teenaged boys! I can remember standing up in the urinals in the toilets, in a line of boys, all with rapidly moving right wrists and breathing heavily until with a dramatic ‘AAARRGGGHHHHHHHH’ one of us sprayed the white tiles with a thick milky jet of spunk.

I don’t know if this was universally common, but we were beaten (caned or slippered) regularly at school and always on our bottoms, and I always found watching this happen to classmates to be a tremendous turn on. Of course, unless you were in the gymn or in the swimming pool, (see ‘In at the deep end’) this was always carried out over a trousered bottom, but still one could imagine the effect over pink, flinching buttocks!

‘Come out here Boy!. What do think you’re doing?. don’t argue with me. BEND OVER!’

The Master picks up his cane from his desk and whacks the grey trousered target twice or three times and then orders the victim back to his desk.

Squirming at my desk with my hand over my straining, twitching cock, my imagination runs wild. ‘Come out here Boy!. What do you think you’re doing?. don’t argue with me. take your trousers down. now your underpants. why have you got a stiff cock?. what were you doing in MY classroom. I’m going to cane you. you’re getting a severe thrashing. BEND OVER. the cane swishes through the air and lands WHACKKKKKKK! in the centre of his arse. he gets a dozen after which his backside is covered in red stripes. but he still has his stiffy when he shuffles back towards me with his pants round his ankles. later I rub his bum for him and then wank his cock with my left hand while attending to mine with the other!.All this is happening in class? Yes! in my imagination!

I wasn’t beaten in class until I was 13. I was caught writing on my desk while my attention wandered in a geography lesson. I was ordered out to the front, told to bend over and got three hard swats with the slipper on my bottom. The slipper was a well worn, thin soled gymn shoe and I now know from experience hurts almost as much as the cane. I found out later that there were those (Barry, for instance) who got very excited when I was slippered. Curiously, I was excited myself and actually discovered a damp patch in my pants when I went to the toilets (bogs!) at break to look at myself. Barry followed me into the bogs and when I went into the cubicle, came with me!

I stood against the side wall (we were in the end one) and he dropped my trousers and pants and rubbed my bottom. I was instantly aware that he was wanking himself off, so I turned and we stood side by side facing the pan and both shot our loads together into the water.

Coincidently, during the final lesson of the day, Barry was ordered out and got four strokes of the cane. I think he planned it to happen. it wasn’t his first time by a long way. and afterwards in that same cubicle, I ran my fingers for the first time, over a male bottom other than my own, and felt the rising welts where the four cane strokes had landed. Shortly afterwards two more jets of cum hit the water in the WC pan!

We had games on thursdays or tuesday afternoons. The school was divided into 4 ‘houses’ and two houses had one day and the other two, the other. We had to attend classes on a Saturday morning so that made the week up. On the afternoon when we didn’t have games, we had a holiday. This meant that I had a mid week afternoon to myself. As both my parents would be out of the house I could invite friends round and we could be ‘private’.

It was around this time that Barry started to come over to my place on a Tuesday afternoon. I had a lot of ‘wank mags’ under my mattress (as did most boys I would imagine!) and we would place them on my bedroom floor, sit on the edge of my bed and see who would cum first!. If either of us had been caned or slippered that morning, we would examine the damage to the other’s backside! Some times we would even ‘play’ school and he would bend over and allow me to slipper his bottom. or even use a garden cane. or of course I would bend over for him! These ‘punishments’ were always carried out with our trousers and pants round our ankles! There came one memorable afternoon when Barry, who had a much longer and thicker cock than mine asked me if I would mind clamping my thighs together and letting him push his erection between them to see what it might be like mto actually fuck someone. Of course I let him, but when he tried to allow me the same courtesy, I wasn’t long enough to get the same satisfaction. It was then that I took the final plunge and suggested that if I couldn’t get between his thighs, there was another place where I could put it. and as I was smaller than him. it perhaps wouldn’t be too painful for him!

I could see that he was getting excited at the prospect and so knowing what really made him excited, asked him to drop his pants and bend over in the middle of the room. I stood behind him and stroked his bare bottom with my hand and then spanked him hard with my hand for several minutes, pausing every 30 seconds or so to rub and fondle his buttocks. I also started putting my hand between his thighs and slowly wanking his cock, pulling his foreskin back (don’t have one myself!) and running my nails over his unprotected glans, until neither of us could stand it anymore and I dropped my own pants and pushed my cock, glistening with pre-cum into his arsehole. I can still hear his gasp as I slid inside him, and feel his thrusts back at me as I fucked him. I came quite quickly and he collapsed on my bed and asked me to finish him off
with my hand so that shortly after, his belly and cock shaft were covered in cum.

I know he was desperate to try what I had just done to him, but the size of his cock worried me. I’m just short of seven inches erect and about the same in girth. Barry must have been almost nine inches long and about eight inches girth, but eventually I said that if he took it steadily and slowly I’d see if I could take him up my arsehole. I fetched a pot of ‘Vaseline’ (Petroleum jelly) from the bathroom and smeared it around and inside my arsehole and then smeared a large lump of it over Barry’s cock (when I massaged it into his balls, I thought he was going to cum there and then!) I asked him if he wanted to spank me first, but he said he was excited enough and so I knelt down with my face on the bed and he got behind me on the floor and nuzzled the head of his cocfk up to my bottom hole. I reached back and pulled my arse cheeks apart and flinched as I felt the bulbous end of his cock pushing its way through that virginal ring of muscle and then the feeling of excitement as he pushed the head inside it and the constriction between glans and shaft lodged itself with the sphincter clamped round it! I remember feeling that nine inch shaft gently but unstoppingly stalking its way up my rectum, until I felt his bollocks swing against my cheeks. He rocked back pulling some six inches back from my straing passage and I recall the slurping noise like the tide sucking against mooring posts in the harbour, and then he was plunging back again! After a few strokes he was out of control; once when he pulled back, the air he had pistoned into my arse came out like a huge wet fart, but still he thundered on until he came with such force that I felt the cum streak out of the eye of his huge cock and had to hold my cheeks together and stagger to the toilet to wash it away.

Well after that, tuesday afternoons were never really the same. We later found two more friends who were inclined the same way, Tony and Roy. Tony was about the same size as Barry, but Roy, short for Royston was from Jamaica and believe me there was nothing else short about him, but thank God, he was a receiver rather than a giver! Perhaps I’ll relate some more Tuesday afternoon adventures. Tony and Roy were caught together in the toilets and given 12 strokes of the cane on their bottoms in front of the whole school. Tony needed a lot of cold cream afterwards but Roy told us he was so excited he came in his pants. He did too. he showed us!

PROLGUE from part one and two: Quincy Davis has been in a ton of trouble ever since her father passed away, and to make a long story short, her mother, Joan Davis, has decided to commit her daughter to the Norhtern States School for Wayward Girls! The school adminsitrator, a Harriett Taggert, has taken both Joan and her daughter into a back room where Quincy was tied down on a doctor’s examining table where upon Harriett Taggert slipped a minature remote control vibrator inside of her cunt! This, however, is only the half of it, because Harriett Taggert then attached a gold clit ring to the poor girls clitoris and much to her dismay, soldered it permanently in place! The ring also contained a micro chip that can be activated from another remote that almost instanteously inducing vicious orgasms to its subject! Finally, and most importantly, the last device Harriett Taggert forced Quincy to wear was a chastity belt that was locked over the genitals, making sexual fulfillment impossible unless the belt was removed or the vibe or clit ring was activated! Our story picks up with Quincy and her new room mate, Allison attending their first period class on Monday morning. “Good morning girls,” Mz. Dixon said to her class room filled with naked eighteen year old incorriagables, “and how was your weekend, fulfilling I hope, oh, I see we have a someone new here today, would you please stand up and tell us your name!?!” Quincy looked around to make sure that the teacher was speaking about her, and much to her surprise and consternation, her vagina was jolted by the humming of the the little vibe buried deep inside of her cunt, which naturally caused her to moan out loud as waves of pleasure coursed through her crotch! “I said stand up and introduce yourself,” Mz. Dixon said firmly, “I don’t want to have to ask you again!” With her legs now shaking from the quick assault on her pussy, Quincy struggled to her feet and after a moments hesitation, gave her name and where she was from! “That’s better,” her teacher added after Quincy had retaken her seat, “but as is usually the case with new students, we kinda have a little initiation we go through, so Quincy, could you please come up to the front of the room and sit in this chair!”

Knowing that refusing to do so would result in more shocks to her vagina, Quincy hurriedly took the chair while waiting expectantly for Mz. Dixon’s further instructions! My, my, you are a pretty girl,” Mona Dixon commented softly, “could you please tell us your breast size, they look almost perfect!” Squriming nervously, Quincy stared down at her large chest and whispered, “They’re 34C’s ma’am!” “Do you enjoy having them sucked,” she went on!?! “Well, uh, of course I do,” Quincy replied quickly, “who doesn’t!?!” “Well, you’ve got me there,” Mona replied softly, “now answer me this, do you like sucking breasts as well as you like getting yours sucked!?!” Now they were finally getting down to brass tacks, and with measured tones Quincy replied, “Well I’ve never really sucked anyones breasts, but you never know, I might like it!” As the whole class sat and watched, Mona Dixon opened up the front of her blouse, unhooked the front clasp of her low cut bra, and with a little shake of her shoulders allowed her massive breasts to spill freely in front of her!

Mz. Dixon moved over next to Quincy, and in a husky voice, said softly, “Just look at my nipples, all stiff and ready to be sucked, so be a good little girl and suck Mona’s nipples for her!” There was really nothing she could do to avoid it, so with no other way out, Quincy gingerly began licking and sucking Mona Dixon’s warm chest, and much to her surprise, she actually found it quite pleasureable! “Mmmmmmmm,” Mona Dixon sighed, “she has a very talented tongue, class, and just to show my gratitude, I’m going to let you all have a nice hard orgasm right along with me!” Quincy was too busy sucking Mona’s tits to notice what was happening, but when all at once her little hummer went to work, along with everyone else in the room, the whole class began sighing and moaning as huge orgasms began building deep inside their buring cunts!

Normally it would have been a snap to cum, but since none of the girls could actually touch their gentials due to the chastity belts, they relied soley on the clit rings and vibe to get them off, and while Mz. Dixon had promised them orgasms, the setting on the little vibes was still too low to allow for an easy climax! The sighs and moans quickly turning into groans and the sounds of girls pleading with Mona Dixon to turn up the juice, but so far she showed absolutely no inclination towards giving them what they wanted, in fact, she seemed to enjoy watching them squirm uncomfortably on the ragged edge of a climax! Quincy’s own pussy was on fire just as the rest of them, but since she was in the midst of sucking Mona Dixon’s big tits, she felt certain that given enough time, she could probably get off one way or another, but she had to admit that if the old biddy would just give them a little more juice everyone would be cumming in buckets!

It was the incantations of a cute little red head in the front row that probably did it, as she was practically in hysterics from her pussy being so close to orgam and not quite being able to make it over the top! In a fit of compassion, something that was in pretty short supply around there, Mona Dixon, with the flick of a switch, instantaneously induced at least twenty orgasms in each and every pussy in the room, including her own, as all of the teachers were required by Harriett Taggert to have vibrators buried in their pussies just like the rest of the girls! Quincy’s own orgasm was a nice hard one, and having the big nipples of Mona Dixon made it even more arousing than normal, so after it was over, she seriously wondered if she wasn’t becoming bisexual!

Later that evening after lights out, Quincy was in her bunk thinking about the events of the past several days, when from the other side of the room, Allison said quietly, “I talked to my mom on the phone tonight, and to say things are different at home is an understatement!” “What happened,” Quincy asked softly, “is it the ring old lady Taggert put on your mom’s clit!?!” “Uh huh,” Allison whispered, “she said daddy makes her cum at least ten times a day and there’s nothing she can do to stop him!” “Has your dad always been hard on her,” Quincy asked!?! “No, he’s always been good to her,” Allison replied, “but ever since he saw how easily we could be manipulated through our vaginas, he’s become obsessed with it, and it’s driving mom crazy, she even said that the other night they were in a nice restaurant and daddy got her so turned on she made an absolute scene when she had her climax, she was so embarrassed!” Both girls were quiet for a moment, that is until “Quincy asked softly, “H-has he made her suck off someone else, you know, like a stranger or something!?!” Now hearing Allison sobbing softly to herself, Quincy made a bee line for the poor girl’s bunk and quickly crawled under the covers to comfort the shell shocked girl!

“I’m sorry,” she whispered into Allison’s ear, “I didn’t mean to pry, I’m truely sorry!” After regaining her composure, Allison pressed her firm breasts into Quincy’s chest and after moving around until they were nipple to nipple, she replied softly, “In answer to your question, yes, he’s made her suck off several men and one other woman, and she said that no matter how hard she tries, she just can’t help herself when that stupid clit ring is activated!” “What about your dad, does he let her suck his penis,” Quincy asked?!? “Oh yes, at least several times a day he makes her suck him to completion,” Allison replied, “in fact the other day he showed up where she worked and made her suck him right there in her office, he blew it all over her face and made her cum like a whore, screaming and begging for more!” “Does she wanna leave him,” Quincy asked, “I mean it sounds really rough!?!” “She’s thought about it,” Allison answered quickly, “but she had to admit that being a sexual slave was actually quite invigorating, and while daddy can sometimes act like an asshole, most of the time it’s just him and her cumming like gang busters together!” Quincy kissed her new roommate softly on the lips, and with their teenaged breasts pressing softly together, both of them drifted off into a deep restful sleep!

THE END

Madison, with her perfect light brown long hair, slim body, smooth skin, could become a model. Ryan calls her his 5 ft angel, a name that doesn’t do her justice. He believes he’s in love with this 19 year old goddess and wouldn’t do her harm on any circumstance. Mike, not being in love with all that Madison has to offer, as sweet as she is, never quite got along with her. since its true he wouldn’t mind porking her, you would have to define their relationship as love and hate. This, sometimes hard on Ryan, being between his best friend, and his girlfriend, he does his best.

“Hey Fatty-Matty. Ryan comes up to surprise Madison from the back with the most mischievous grin.
“Mikey.what are you doing here?! Madison shrieks while turning around, almost spilling her beer. She didn’t think she would run into anyone she knew, when her friends convinced her to crash the party thrown by some senor attending the neighboring boys Catholic high school.

“Oh, the question isn’t what I’m doing here, but WHO your doing here? Mikey just wants to make her sweat with his interrogation. And when Ryan gets an ear of all of this, or THEM.”

“NO.NO, I can explain, I didn’t mean to kiss him, its just that, he said he’d give me a ride home if I didn’t, and I don’t have a home-ride.yeah Mikey could tell she was a little tipsy as she tries to explain something he didn’t even see. Not knowing any better, Madison is ready to do anything to save her ass.

“I see, but this is gonna hurt my friend, Mikey mocked sincereness.

“No, don’t.Ill do anything,”she pleaded.

“Well. Mikey strokes his chin, looking up and down her curvy body, as if he was coming up with a solution, but that is something he already has. When people make mistakes, someone gets hurt. and I don’t want Ryan to be hurt. you I guess it’s only fair for you to get hurt.agreed?”

“Yes, yes, anything you want, just don’t tell Ryan”

With a verbal contract, Mikey just backs Madison into a corner. He tells her she has to come over to his house at four everyday after school for the next week, to get what she deserves. Confused but that statement, Mikey explains to her that he will be free to punish her as she wishes. She agrees, granted the only think on her mind is not wanting Ryan to get an ear full.

After her last class Monday afternoon, continuing with her repetitive routine, Madison goes to pick up books from her locker. After one look of the surprise left in her locker, her reaction is to slam the door. Left inside was the flyer for the party over the weekend with a posted attached. she opens the door just enough to peek inside to read her message:

“Tardiness only has to embarrassment and punishment, and my pleasure. p.s. It will be my pleasure”

Hurrying to get out of school she crumples the paper to dispose of, and darts out of the hall, down the crowed stair and out the door. The picture of what she did and what she promised hit her all at once, like the popping of a balloon. Feeling guilty for what she did, Madison convinces herself its the right thing to do, that and it would save her ass.

Walking up the steps seems like an inturnity, even after a 20 minute walk to Mikey’s house from school. Before ringing the bell, she adjusts her skirt, and blouse. She is ready. What seems like another long wait for Mikey to answer, is hell. Heart pounding, body shivering of sweat is only the beginning of what her body is about to go through.

“Cant You READ!? The door swings open, to reveal darkness, something she couldn’t see into because the brightness of the spring day. Quickly looking over, she sees the note posted by the bell:

“Please Knock, Thank you”

Mikey grabs her by the wrist, a little too rough, and pulls her into the house, past him and she stumbles a bit. WACK WACK WACK he lifts up the back of her skirt high, to leave his first impression of her soft, white ass with a ruler.

“Ow.What the hell was that for? Madison dances around a little with no shame to her bouncing skirt.

“You just broke another rule.stop breaking rules, and stand still. Mikey grabs her shoulder, and pulls her down the hall into the living room. Large, not looking like its really been lived in, it seems more like a sterile enviorment. He sits; she stand in front of him, not quite sure what to do. Stop fiddling. WACK to the thigh Hands behind your back. WACK to the other thigh. Stand up straight. He starts to lift the front of her skirt with the corner of the ruler, just to make her sweat. I have a few rules for you.make sure you listen. I’m going to tell you everything only this once. ANYtime you do anything wrong, you will be punished, but not corrected. And I wouldn’t want to see you get punished and not know why. Mikey was having the time of his life with this Angel in front of him, ready for anything he wanted.

“First, you, cunt, will address me as Master. I will call, my little slut, anything, ITS master chooses. The ruler moves up her inner thigh, and then between Madison’s panty covered lips, to her minscomfort.

“You will do anything your master wants you to do.with out argument. Keep in mind, you are here for punishment. Third, you at all times must be naked in this house, my house, the home of our master. After a pause, WACK to her right thigh. I said at all times. Madison just freezes, not knowing what to do. Actually, she knows what he wants, but still cant move. In slight frustration, Mikey pulls his new slave toy over his awaiting lap, and lifts her little skirt. What did I just say?”

“Naked all the time. Mikey pulls down her blue panties, yanks them all and unzips her skirt. He lets her up and watches the thin skirt fall. Quickly she fixes her blouse to cover herself, being modest. Seeing the raise of one of Mikey’s eyebrows, she knows she’s done wrong, so she continues to take off her last remaining article of clothing. No bra, I knew you really were a slut. WACK to her left thigh Always keep your breasts uncovered, and your legs spread. Remember, you are a little whore.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is what I should have done at the party. With that, he simply pulls that little 5 foot beauty over his lap and starts smacking away with this bare hand. OW.STOP.OWWY, EH, ITS HUUURTS”

“If you think this hurts, I don’t know how your gonna hold up the rest of the week. You have a lot of things coming to you.”

When I called Janet Thursday night she was enthusiastic to see her “Tom” the next afternoon.
Little did she know-though she may have hoped-that this tomcat would spray his juice all over her.

It was a little strange, she wanted me to meet her at her elementary school, something about wanting some help reaching things. Well she hadn’t needed any help a few weeks before reaching my cock, but perhaps she meant classroom decorations or something?

It was fully a half hour after school let out and all the children were gone on Friday afternoon of course. Most of the staff was pulling out of the parking lot as I pulled in. The janitor directed me to her room and then headed off toward the opposite end of the building.
“Got to clean that damned gym” I heard him comment.

I rapped on the door. With my hand, not my cock. I was still limping slightly from my sprained ankle, but I could get around.

Her blonde-brown hair was done up in a bun that made her look 10 years older. At least at first glance. A closer look told a man she was attractive but dressed not to flaunt that fact. Matronly dress, conservative shoes. Rose nails and lips, and not very much makeup around the eyes and cheeks.

Her eyes darted nervously around when I came into the classroom, checking to see who was around if anyone. Propriety of course.

“Could you help me reach some of these decorations,” she asked. It really didn’t seem like a question as much as a directive. Her being a teacher and all.

“If I’m naughty will you use the ruler on me?” I teased as I reached her decorations and carefully pulled them down.

“Tom!” she scolded. After she thought for a moment she laughed. We both laughed for a moment more.

“I was serious,” I told her.

“We’re in an elementary classroom,” she explained.

“Exactly,” I responded, stepping close enough to her to smell her. It was a floral scent.
I brushed my hand against her breast.

“No,” she said and stepped away.

Okay, not now I thought. I helped her finish her chores. I even cleaned the blackboard for her.

“Do you like Italian food?” she said as we walked together down the hall toward the parking lot. I do, and I told her that. We agreed that I’d follow her home so she could change, then go to an Italian place across town from there.

The 30 minutes I waited in Janet’s livingroom was worth the wait. She was spectacular in her little black dress. The spaghetti straps holding it up over her generous tits. Her hair was styled, her make-up perfect for a classy night out. I wondered if I would get to see that shade of red on her lips applied to my cock? Somehow I was uncertain, even though just a few weeks before we had banged pretty vigorously on her bed.
With her high heels, she was three inches taller, and infinitely more sexy as we headed out the door toward an Italian evening.

A quiet corner, away from the crowd. Some bread, some wine, some conversation, some compliments, some more wine. Her fingers closing beneath the table around my cock. We barely made it through dinner. Linguini, I think. Some more wine, the feeling of her fingers inside my pants, and of my fingers brushing aside her panties and finger-fucking the second grade teacher under the table.
We ordered a bottle of wine to go, eager to pursue the rest of our evening.

“My daughter’s at her Dad’s this weekend,” she informed me. I think she wanted to go home and get started.

“This is a date,” I remarked. “Got keys to your school?” She nodded yes, stroking my cock.

“This is so naughty,” she whispered as we unlocked the door and walked down to her room.
We switched on just one of the lights and poured two dixie cups with wine.

“Where’s my ruler?” Janet cooed, setting her wine down and opening and closing desk drawers.

I set my wine aside and caught her in my embrace, kissing her red lips. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, probing every crevice. I moved to her neck, so sweet-tasting, and sucked gently on her throat. I reached up and nibbled her ear while my hand cupped her breast. With my teeth I moved her spaghetti straps, one at a time, off her shoulders and kissed them. Her dress fell partly down exposing her breasts. Janet’s hand unzipped me, massaging my delighted dick, and reaching around behind me opened a drawer.

“There it is,” she said, waving the ruler in my face. “You’re naughty, so here’s the ruler!”

She pretended that she was going to hit me with it, but instead dropped to her knees and began to measure the length of my manhood.

“Umm, just big enough, just barely big enough,” she frowned.

“For what?” I asked.

“To fuck me until I scream,” she said. She stepped into the middle of the room, where there was a mat on the floor. She removed her heels, her dress and panties, and stood naked before me.

“This isn’t gross or anything, right?”

“What do you mean Teach?”

“I mean, I’m an old woman, maybe not all that desireable.”

“You see this hard cock sister? You don’t look old to me, you look like one of those 20 year olds I did way back when,” I said, adding “except that as a mature woman you know how to screw a hell of a lot better!”

“Hand me my wine,” she said.

Hey, anything for a woman I was about to screw, so I handed her the dixie cup of wine.

She lay down and poured the wine onto her blonde cunt.

“You like this vintage don’t you?” she teased.

“I love taking those wine-tasting tours” I mumbled as I went down on her pussy, driving my tongue in and out of the pulsating lips.

“When do I get your dick?” she cried.

“After your first orgasm,” I whispered, licking her cunt slowly.

I didn’t have too long to wait.

The janitor must have been home for the night because he didn’t come running when she screamed loudly. It was 11:00 p.m. so he probably was fast asleep in front of his TV somewhere.
When Janet’s pussy had stopped pulsating, and her breathing returned to normal, she took my cock and dipped it in her wine cup.

“Now,” she whispered, and my cock sank into her pussy like a hand into a tailor-made glove. Our flesh became one as my cock probed further and further into her pleasure regions. Her breathing became hoarse again, coming in bursts punctuated by soft moans and sighs.

“Teacher is a sweet, tight screw,” I muttered.

“Oh yeah, keep talking while you fuck me,” she pleaded, the mat squeaking as we humped.

“Need to take another measurement?” I could see the beads of wine running up and down my cock, mixed with her natural lubricants.

“Oh shit no! It’s plenty-ah,ah-oh, your cock is filling me up,” she shouted.

“You’re a fantastic fuck, Teacher,” I whispered in her ear. “Every school boy’s fantasy whore.”

“Oh God, Oh God! I’m cumming, I am cumming,” she shouted so loud that I almost covered my ears.

I continued to fuck her at the same pace, and she continued to scream.

“I love this cock in me! I do, I do-oooh,” she shouted, and her body shook as she came. Came hard.

I continued to fuck her at the same pace.

Her body convulsed, shook, rolled. It was like she was being electrocuted.

I tried to withdraw, afraid she’d snap my cock in two.

“No, no, no” she breathed in that hoarse voice that came with her orgasm. “Leave him in, he feels soooo good inside of me!”

I continued to fuck her at the same pace. After a few moments she ran out of energy, the electricity stopped, and I was able to pull out. Safely.

“Where’s my cum?” she asked me sternly. “I want that cum you know? This is an incomplete assignment, although I recognize the effort put into it.”

“Let’s get dressed, head back to your place and I’ll complete my assignments Teacher,” I suggested.

I helped her slip back into her dress and shoes. She wouldn’t need the panties anymore that night I decided.

She kissed my cock as she tucked it back into my underwear.

We mopped up the damp spot on the mat, hoping it wouldn’t smell like pussy Monday morning when the second grade curriculum resumed. We turned off the lights, locked the door and were walking to the van when I got an idea.

I get a lot of ideas when it comes to getting off, you know?

“Let’s play on the playground for a little bit,” I suggested.

“It’s 11:30 Tom,” she reminded me. She followed me over to the swingset nonetheless.

“Sit down,” I instructed her, placing her on the swing.

“Okay,” she asked, puzzled. “now what?”

“This” I whispered, hiking up her dress, straddling the swing and driving my cock into her as I lifted the swing.

“Oh, my God!” she cried out.

I walked back and forth, impaling her cunt on my cock, driving into her with the weight of the swing and the woman driving back.

“Oh, stop, stop,” she moaned hoarsely, “we might wake someone up.”

“Good. Someone else might get some sweet ass tonight too,” I said, continuing to drive my rock hard cock into her with force.

When she came for the third time in an hour she bit into my shoulder to stifle her screams. Her nails carved channels in my back as her cunt quivered with pleasure.

“Still no cum, huh?” she said when her breathing had returned to normal. “Where’s my ruler.”

I led her to the monkey bars.

“Climb inside,” I said.

“What?”

“When will you stop asking questions?” I said.

“I’m a teacher, that’s what we do,” she said, climbing through an opening to the inside of the bars.

I climbed up two rungs until my crotch was on a level with her face.
She reached out and started to massage my bulging cock gently.

“Now you get the idea,” I said. “except I don’t want a hand job.”

“Well, I’ll lick it a couple of times, get you hard, but I don’t do blowjobs,” she complained.

“Be open to new experiences,” I said.

“I am 40 years old, and I have never given a-what do the kids call it-a hummer.”

“I’m almost 50 and I know how to sex a woman, trust me. Wait a second, I’ll be right back.”

“All right, I’ll trust you on this,” she agreed.

I climbed down and limped back to where we had set the bottle of wine on the curb next to the van. I grabbed the Chianti and returned to the monkey bars.

I pulled my pants off, doused my cock in wine and climbed back up to where my cock was in her face.

Her red lips closed around me. “Oh, this is the way to drink wine, oh yes it is,” she said, licking my shaft up and down.
She was tentative at first, never having done more than licking the tip and teasing the shaft before.

“How am I doing,” she looked up and asked. I couldn’t really see her eyes but I could tell she was looking at me.

“Fine. Just keep looking at me and try to get all of it into your mouth at once.”

“All of it? I don’t think that’s possible is it?”

“The fun is in the trying,” I said, thrusting my hips toward her open mouth.

“Breathe through your nose,” I whispered to her, “try and see if you can get the tip to the back of your throat.”

She gurgled a little bit. I reached through and put my hand on the back of her head. Something dripped onto my forearm. It was probably a tear. Her eyes were watering.

“Are your eyes watering?”

Her head nodded, and my cock went up and down with the motion.

“Well you give a mouth watering blowjob,” I joked, and down on my cock I could hear her try to laugh.

“I’m about to give you a treat you’ve been missing for 40 years. Are you ready?”

I ran my fingers through her hair, and then I hosed her throat.

“Mmmm, mmmm! Mmmm, mmmm, ahhh, mmmm!” she gurgled.

“Take a deep swallow baby,” I said, my whole body feeling that wonderful warm feeling. My balls had been aching all night, building up a massive dose of Janet’s cum medication. I was delivering it in strong squirts to her throat.

She swallowed two loads.

“Uh, uh, uh-are you done?” she gasped.

“No,” I said, pulling her face all the way down to my balls as I fired a third and fourth volley into her mouth, over her flickering tongue.

The cum overcame her, and streams of semen sloshed on her black dress and all over my knees. I was soaked with wine and cum.

“Now are you done?” she inquired.

“No, this is still an incomplete assignment Teacher.”

“There’s more?”

“Yes, take me home and I’ll show you my homework,” I said as we gathered our sex-soaked clothing and climbed in the van.

“Thanks, by the way,” she said as we drove out of the school parking lot.

“Thanks?”

“I did need to learn something new-will there be any more of that sweet cum for me to eat?” she asked as she traced the outside of my balls.

We slept until about 4 a.m. and then we had a “light” fucking session on her bed.

“have you ever had a fuckathon Janet?” I asked her as her pussy clamped tight around my cock.

“No.”

“About time for that then,” I said.

The next morning when we were doing laundry downstairs at her place, I sat her on the vibrating washing machine and fucked her on top. The gyrations of the spin cycle sent her into unheard of levels of orgasm.

Later, in the afternoon, I pinned her on the livingroom floor, softened her up with some heavy necking, sucking and groping of her tits before turning her over and giving her the full measure of my cock in the ass.
It didn’t take long for her to learn that lesson, and her anal muscles contracted in rhythm with my thrusts.

Somewhere along the line I lost track of how many times we actually fucked. I do know she blew me off twice more.

We were sitting on her couch watching a game on TV and our team scored.

“How should we celebrate?” she asked.

“Hmm,” I mumbled, distracted by the game.

“I know,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. “A hummer.”

She yanked my cock out out of his white cotton nest and gave him a tongue bath. Her slender fingers, tipped in rose colored polish, closed around the base. With her other hand she slowly straightened the pubic hairs around my sack. She came up for a breath
“Hmmm, a few gray hairs-let’s see if I can make a few more go gray?”

I sank back into the couch, her mouth impaled on my cock, all I could do was groan. I was under her power and it felt so good.

“Don’t worry Baby,” she whispered, “I’ll do all the work. I owe you.”

“Owe?” I gasped.

“For reminding me what pleasure is,” she explained, and she didn’t say another word.
Just guttural sounds that indicated her pleasure of having my cock down her throat.
I couldn’t say anything other than “feels good, feels good.”

10 minutes later when I came so hard in her mouth, she got it all.
I asked her if she had a mouthful and she smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
She teased me by showing me my cum in her mouth, and then it was gone down her throat.

I laid her on the coffee table and gave her oral satisfaction, her pussy soon convulsing in my face.

The last blwojob of the weekend was Sunday morning as I stood at her front door preparing to drive home.
She just plain said to wait a minute, and she helped herself to the cock, her lipbalm smearing up and down as I fucked her face, my fingers laced behind her head.
When I came, rather too quickly I thought, I pulled out of her mouth and hosed everything on her.

“Umm, that tastes so sweet Baby,” she said, tasting a drop from her fingertip.

I left her standing in her foyer, cum sprayed all over her robe, in her hair and around her face.

As I drove off she looked out the picture window and licked the cum from her red lips.

Caught Wet Handed
Chapter Five
by Simon Fear

I was awakened at 6:30am by my cell phone ringing on my night stand next to my bed. I fumbled with it for a second and then I answered, Hello. This sexy voice answered, Morning baby, did you sleep well? I smiled, Morning sexy, mmmm yes I did. Jill giggled, You sound like pleased, have fun last night. As I quickly told Jill what I had done in my bedroom, I slowly rubbed my nipples with my free hand making them hard. I was still lying in bed, completely naked. I didn’t sleep with any covers on that night, I hadn’t cared if anyone had walked one, though no one is supposed to. When I finished telling Jill about my window voyeurism, she giggled again. Damn she was so sexy. Wow Stace, you sound like a natural exhibitionist, you just jumped right into it. Tell you what, I’m going to help you bring your exhibitionism out more. Tonight when we go to that club, I want you to wear something very sexy and provacative. Will you do that for me.

I smiled, Sure hun, anything for you. Jill blew me a kiss over the phone, I’ll see you tonight sweety. I blew a kiss back her, and then said bye. I got up and then went to the bathroom. I washed up and then step back into my room and turned the light on. It was still kind of dark, so I knew that with my light on anyone could clearly see me standing there naked. I took my time getting dressed. I pick out a pink blouse, and a white skirt. I finally got dressed and went downstairs and got some toast with jelly for breakfast. I quickly scanned over a chapter in my U.S. History book one last time for a test we had today in Mr. Gennely’s class. While I was reading both my sisters came down and got themselves something to eat. They sat down at the table and began whispering back and forth with each other, giggling and kept glancing in my direction. I pretended to ignore as I waded up a napkin in my hand. I quickly threw the napkin catching Sheryl by surprise as it hit her on her forehead. Alright, what’s so funny that you two have to be giggling over there like two young 6 year olds? Sheryl threw the napkin back at but missed. We were just wondering if you were going to take you little friend with you to school for show-and-tell. Ashley and Sheryl busted up laughing. I stuck my tongue out at them, HA HA, your so funny. Ashley turned to Sheryl, She avoided the question, I think she might have it in her purse. I do not, I said. Sheryl then said, I think we should check. You’ll do no such thing, I said pulling my purse to me. Sheryl got and walked over to me, Let me see. She reached for my purse, which I slapped away. Awww she’s isn’t playing nice, Ashley said. Sheryl smiled, Well we know what to do about that, don’t we sis? Ashley nodded. Ashley reached for my purse, and when I tried to slap her hand away, Sherly grabbed my wrist, which of course started a wrestling match. I tried to grab at Sheryl, but she held me away from, and then I stumbled and fell to the floor, pulling Sheryl down with me. We started rolling around, while Ashley took her time rummaging through my purse. Sheryl finally pinned me. I was on my back and she was sitting on my tummy holding my arms to my side. I tried kicking my legs around to get leverage, but all it did was cause my skirt to skoot up, leaving my ass bare on the cold floor. I didn’t care cause I knew we were just playing, as we do a lot. I finally gave up and just layed there while Ashley kept going through my purse. Sheryl looked back her, Well sis, anything? Ashley put my purse back down, and sat on the table, Nope, it’s not there, but she is forgetting something else. Ashley pointed down behind Sheryl. Sheryl looked back and down, and saw that my skirt up pushed up and was exposing my bare pussy. Well now what have we here. She reached back with one hand and pulled my skirt further back, exposing my pelvis. Sheryl was still holding my skirt back, when I used my free hand and reached up and grabbed a hold of her tank top.

I yanked down, causing both of her 36c cup tits to pop out. EEEEk. Oh now your gonna pay for that sister dear. Come hold her hands down Ash. Ashley got off the table and walked around to head and knelt taking both of my arms. I tried wiggling lose, but couldn’t. Sheryl started unbutton my blouse and let it fall to the sides, exposing my bra covered tits. Then Sheryl started tickling my sides. I began twisting this way and that way trying to get free while laughing my head. My sisters how ticklish I was. There had been several time where they had tickled me so much, I had actually pissed myself. Sheryl hadn’t even bothered covering her titties, as she continued to tickle me on my sides and belly. Sheyl’s tits kept jiggling in front of me, and during my thrashing I noticed Ashley was staring at them and had loosed her grip on my arms. While I was laughing I took my opportunity and wrenched my hands free and then grabbed Ashley skirt and pulled it down, revealing her sexy blue thong. She shreaked, but before she could react I pulled on the waste band of her thong and snapped it against her waist. OWWW”, she yelped. She stood up which cause her skirt to fall. OOOHhh you are a bad little girl, She said smiling. Well you did go through my purse, I said. Sheryl had stopped tickling, but she had forgotten that now my arms free. I reached up with both hands and tweaked both of her quarter size nipples. EEEk, She said cupping both tit. Sheryl got up still holding both her tits, Bad girl doesn’t even cover it, she is downright naughty, and needs to be punished. I had managed to sit up when Ashley grabbed my arms and pulled me up, but did not let go. Ashley sat down in a chair and then pulled me across her lap. I tried struggling but both my sisters had always been stronger than me. Sheryl was rubbing her nipples, That hurt sis, now your really going to get it. Ashley then hiked my skirt up to my and proceeded to spank my bare ass. I cried out and tried getting with no success. After a few moment she stopped and then Sheryl came over and started spanking my ass. While she was doing I reached behind Ashley and pinched her ass cheek. OWW, she said, standing and dropping me to the floor. I quickly reached up and grabbed the waist band of her thong and jerked it down exposing her smooth pussy, with just a small strip of hair at the top. EEEk, naughty naughty girl. She didn’t bother pulling her thong back as she jumped down on top of me and we started wrestling. Sheryl didn’t want to be left out so she jump in, and we all wound up wrestling and tickling each other. After a few we split apart trying to catch our breath, each with disheveled clothes and hair. I got and grabbed my purse and bookbag. Ashley got up and hugged me, Have a good day. I will. Ashley turned around and bent over to help Sheryl up and I couldn’t resist. I reared my hand and let a hard smack on Ashley’s bare bottom. EEEEEEEK, she screamed. She turned around to grab at me but I was already out the door and ran to school. I knew Ashley would pay me back for that last slap, so I would have to watch out. Our little wrestling match had caused me to run late, but I managed to make it in my first period class by the last bell. I sat next to my best Jennifer who is also the captain of the Varsity Panther Cheerleader. Wow Stace, you look a mess, get up on the wrong side bed, she teased.

I had forgotten that my hair got all messed up. What did you do this morning, did you meet with some guy before school, is that why your running late, and your blouse is buttoned wrong, Jen giggled. I glanced down at my blouse and began blushing. While I had been running to school I had been buttoning my shirt back up and I had accidently gotten a few mis-matched. Well I would have to fix that after class, I had it so screwed up that the only way to fix was to unbutton it completely exposing my bra to the whole, and even though I was getting into exhibitionism I was not about to do that. I looked back at Jennifer. She had a pretty smile, and she was beautiful. She had ravishing long curly brown hair, 34c cups tits, and was 110 lbs at 5’8”, with sparkling blue eyes. We had been best friends since 4 grade when my family had moved here. I’ll tell you all about it at lunch. Oooohh I bet it’s gonna be good. Classes went on that morning. I had fixed my blouse in the girls restroom after my first class and brush the tangles out of my hair, and put it in a ponytail. Lunch time at 11:30 and Jennifer and I got in her car and headed towards the McDonalds. We had an hour for lunch. She has a convertable BMW that he dad bought for her when she had turned 16. I and another friend Pamela were the only other ones outside Jennifer’s family allowed to drive. Jennifer drove it today and I sat next to her and Pam was in the backseat. Pam leaned forward, Stace your shorter than me, you should let me ride shotgun. I put my finger to my lips, SHHH, you’ll let me ride shotgun if you want to hear my story about yesterday. Pam stuck her tongue out, Oh pooh, your no fun. Pamela was my other best friend from the 5th grade when she had moved here. She had blonde hair to her neck, 36c cup tits, at 120lbs. Pam was very pretty. There was nothing that the three of us didn’t tell each other. As we pulled out of the school parking lot I quickly summarized all that had happened yesterday. By the time I was done, Jennifer and Pam were staring at me with their mouths at me. I just merely grinned. Finally the questions started pouring out. You drove half naked? You got raped by a female Police Officer? You bought a vibrator? Your dating Jill? You got caught by you mom and sisters in the backyard? You stripped in front of your window and fucked yourself in front of the neighbors? Did you like it? I answered yes to all the questions. Jennifer looked at me, I always thought Jill was a sweet girl. I’m happy you two are together. I always thought she should have been in cheerleading with us. Pam started grinning, Your just pulling our legs, that didn’t happen. I just kept grinning. Jennifer then got this sly on her face, Ok if you really are getting into exhibitionism, I dare you to remove your top and bra. I acted shocked, Wha.get naked out here, there are people driving around. Pam giggled,

“I knew it, she’s chicken, she wouldn’t do all that. Well I couldn’t just pass a dare. Ok, you asked for it, but if I do this, then both of you will have to remove something. Jen piped up, Oh like what? I smiled, Well I can’t expect both of you to be as daring as me, so I would just have you both remove your skirts and panties, at least no one will be able to see unless they are right next to us. I’m the only one who will be on display. Jennifer acted shocked but she had sly grin on her face, You can’t think I will drive around with my pussy showing. I started making chicken sounds. Pam started giggling, Ok, I’ll do it, come on Jennifer do it with me. Jennifer glanced at me, then at Pam, then back at me, Her first. I smiled and started unbuttoning my blouse. Then pulled it off, sitting there in my bra. Keep going, Pam chirped in. I giggled then reached behind me, and unclasped my bra and removed it. My tits were now on display for anyone around to see. Jen and Pam just stared at me as I sat back, Ok now you two. Pam was the first to speak, Well if you can do that then so can I. She then raised her ass off the seat and grabbing ahold of her waist band she slid her skirt and panties off and layed them in the seat next to her. I looked back and saw Pam’s pretty pussy. It was shaved with a little triangle patch of hair at the top. I glanced back at Jen, Well anytime sweety. Jen grinned, Take the wheel for a sec. I grabbed the wheel as Jennifer then raised her ass off the seat and slid her skirt and panties down. I looked down at Jen’s lap. She had a perfect little pussy, which was completely shaved bare. I could see a little moisture on her slit. I looked at Jen’s face and saw she was biting her lower lip and was blushing. It’s ok Jen, just relax. Jen looked at me, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, I have thought about it, but never had the courage to try. I smile at her, There is nothing to be embarresed about, you both are so sexy. I looked back at Pam and saw she was really enjoying this. She had her legs spread and her arms behind her head relaxing. This is so much fun, she said. I looked back at Jen and saw she was grinning. Pam leaned forward, Stace get fully naked. I smiled and raised my hips off the seat and slid my skirt down. I was now completely naked. I could feel my pussy was dripping. I glanced back at Pam, and to my surprise saw that she had removed her t-shirt and bra and was now also completely naked. Come on Jen, remove your shirt, Pam said. Nuh-uh, this is as far as I go, Jen giggled, I’m not near as daring as you two. Ahhh Pooh, what a party pooper, Pam giggled. We then pulled into the McDonnald’s drive through. The line was kind of long. I looked around and saw quite a few heads turning to glance at us, and I started blushing. I could feel my self getting real hot, and my pussy was dripping madly. Pam leaned forward, Go ahead Stace, you know you want to. Jen glanced at me and smiled. I thought what the hell so I spread my legs and ran my finger tips over my slick slit. You’re really going to it here, now? Jen asked. I nodded my head. I slid my finger through my slit, MMMMMM”. I started playing with my clit. I heard Pam lean forward so as to get a better view, God that is so sexy, she whispered. I continued to play with myself as I leaned back and closed my eyes. I felt Pam reach over as she started rubbing my tits, running her fingernails over my nipples. I heard Jen whisper, Oh wow. I slid my finger into my moist pussy as I started fucking my pussy. UGGGhhh ohhhh yesss, I moaned. Pam continued to massage my breast as Jen watched.

I heard a voice speak over an intercom but I was too into myself to care. I continued to fuck my pussy as I slid another finger in, and starting rubbing my clit with my thumb. Pam slightly pulled on my extended nipple as I moaned out. OOOHHhhhh fuck this feels so good, UUGGhhhhh oohh. I could feel my orgasm building and I new it would not take long at all. I started fucking my pussy fast as I lifted my ass off the seat. OOHhhhhh fuck me yess, OOHHHHh yeessss, I moaned. Pam whispered in my ear, OOHHHH Stace this is so hot, fuck that sexy little pussy of yours, cumm right here. I then thrust my fingers in deep and hard, UUGGGhhhhh fuck me, OHHHHhh fuck I’mm gonna cum. I felt my orgasm expode as my juices gushed out. AAAHhhhHH, I screamed as I clamped down on my hand frigging my pussy faster. UUGGHhhhh oh fuck yessss, UGGHHHHh. I thrust my finger in one last time and held them there as my orgasm continued flowing out. After a few minutes my orgasm started subsiding as I lowered my ass back in the seat, and pulled my hand out. I opened my eyes to see Jen grinning at me. I then looked up and saw two guys at the drive in window gaping at me. I started blushing as I felt my face getting hot. Pam was still massaging my tits. God Stacey that was so sexy, Jen whispered. I smiled and looked at the two guys in the window. Jen then reached into her purse, I hope you don’t mind hun, you were so into it, I went ahead and ordered your usuall. I smiled back her. Jennifer started handing the money to guys at the window. UUHhhh no need ma’am, its uhh. its on the house, we’ll take care of it. What we just saw was payment enough. Jen took our bags of food. Feel free to come back anytime ladies, one of the men said. He looked to be the manager. Thanks, I said, I’m sure we will. Jen pulled away and drove off. She looked back at me and then at Pam who was still rubbing my tits. I glanced back at Pam who had a huge grin. Then we all began laughing. I looked at the dash and saw that it was wet from my juices gushing out. I’m sorry about the mess Jen, I’ll clean it up. Jen giggled, Nothing to be sorry about, that was so hot and sexy. Jen kept on driving as we quickly ate our lunch. As we neared school we quickly pulled our clothes back on. Jen and Pam left the panties off. As we pulled into the parking lot, Pam piped up, Shall we go to McDonalds again tomorrow for lunch? Jennifer giggled, Sure and maybe this time I can get the courage to go all the way myself. We laughed again as we headed to our classes. I had just opened a whole new world for my two best friends. I knew we would be having a lot of fun in the future.

Now that Jolyne had been introduced to the wonderful world of fucking,
she couldn’t seem to get her mind off hard cocks. Every time she passed
a man on the street, she unconsciously looked for a bulge in the front
of his pants. Now that she was no longer a virgin, she began thinking
more and more about her math teacher’s prick. She’d had a secret crush
on him since the first day in class, and now that she was sexually
active, the feeling for him was much more intense.

Sitting at her desk one afternoon, the girl couldn’t seem to keep her
eyes off the handsome teacher. As he stood in front of the class, Jolyne
was all hot and itchy between her legs as she tried to visualize the
cock beneath his pants. Watching him as she sat at her desk, the
youngster’s desire for him was so strong she could almost scream. She
suddenly realized she’d never be satisfied until she could feel his hard
boner stuffed up between her legs.

When the bell rang at the end of class, Jolyne remained seated while all
the other students left the room. When she and the teacher were the only
ones in the classroom, she slowly walked up to his desk.

“Mr. Andrews,” she smiled, her lower lip trembling slightly. “Do you
like me?”

“Of course I like you,” he answered, completely puzzled by her question.

“I mean do you really like me?” she whispered.

“Of course I do.”

“Enough to go to bed with me?”

“Certainly not!” he snapped.

“Why not?”

“For one thing, you’re too young.”

Realizing she would have to take desperate measures, Jolyne casually
walked over and locked the door. Slowly strolling back to where the
handsome man was seated behind his desk, the girl began brazenly
unbuttoning her blouse.

“Jolyne!” he gasped as she removed the garment, boldly baring her cute
bra-less tits. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“That’s up to you,” she whispered, lowering the zipper on the side of
her skirt. “I’m ready for anything you want.”

“Stop that!” he shouted as the horny little blonde rolled her skirt down
over her softly rounded hips and ass, leaving her completely naked
except for her brief little panties.

“Take it easy, Mr. Andrews,” she giggled, slipping her fingers into the
waistband of her pants. “If you shout again, I’ll scream.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he gulped.

“Just try me,” she whispered. “Think how it would look and what people
would say if they found a naked student in the math teacher’s room.”

“Jesus Christ, Jolyne!” he gasped when the beautiful young blonde
removed her panties. “Have you gone crazy?”

“Nope,” smiled the girl, standing completely naked in front of the
stunned teacher. “You have two choices. You can either fuck me or I
start screaming.”

“You little slut!” he gasped, staring at her bare flesh. “I can’t
believe you could be so depraved.”

“Do you want me to scream?” she whispered, kicking off her sandals.

“No.”

“Then shut up,” she grinned.

Afraid of being caught with the naked student, he just stared helplessly
at her luscious young tits with the big turgid nipples thrusting out
from them. Finally lowering his eyes down over her deliciously flat
stomach, they momentarily focused on the soft pink pussylips nestled
within her golden cunt curls. Her cute little cunt glistened with the
juices that shimmered like drops of dew on her slippery cuntlips.

Not saying another word, the horny girl moved behind the desk, and,
facing the seated man, she perched her sweet young ass on top of it.
Resting her feet on the arms of his chair, she spread her knees so that
her open pussy was only inches from his eyes.

Unable to control himself, the man could feel his prick starting to
swell and stir in his pants as he gazed at her delicious little cunt.
The fragrant scent of it was filling his nostrils.

“D’ya like it?” she whispered, seeing the bulge in the front of his
pants.

When he didn’t answer, Jolyne removed one of her bare feet from the arm
of his chair and began rubbing his crotch with it.

“Guess what, Mr. Andrews,” she giggled. “You’re gettin’ a hard-on.”

The teacher’s cock had suddenly exploded into a full-blown erection as
her dainty little toes lovingly caressed it through the material of his
pants. Seeing the excitement burning in his eyes, Jolyne hoped she could
get him to fuck her. Sliding off the desk, she knelt in front of the
seated man and quickly lowered his zipper.

“Oh, God, please put your clothes on and get out of here,” he begged,
still trying to control the burning lust that was rapidly building in
his loins.

“I told you I’d scream if you don’t shut up,” she warned, easing his
hard boner out of his open fly.

“Please don’t,” panted the man.

“Then be quiet,” she giggled, starting to stroke his massive boner.

Feeling her teacher’s hard meat lurching and throbbing in her hand,
Jolyne knew that seducing him would be very exciting. There was
something about the rubbery hardness and heat of his prick that was
really turning her on.

Her young cunt was creaming hotly between her legs as she peeled the
soft thick foreskin back and forth over his throbbing boner. Thrilled by
the feel of it, the horny little blonde lowered her head and pressed his
hot, hard cockhead against her cheek. The texture and warmth of it was
exciting against her flesh.

Inhaling the male aroma of his drooling prick, she brushed her softly
parted lips over his big sensitive knob. Gently holding his shaft in her
hand, she swirled her tongue deliciously around the head of his dick.

Feeling the man trembling with excitement, Jolyne smiled up at him and
began running her tongue up and down the entire length of his shaft. She
could feel it swelling even larger as she teased her hot wet tongue all
around the rim of his sensitive cockhead. Slowly lowering her lips, the
naughty teenager took all of her teacher’s big plum-colored knob into
her hot little mouth. She could feel him trembling with joy as her soft
slippery lips slid down over his dome-shaped cockhead.

“Oh, my God!” gasped the man, staring at the way his meaty hard-on was
buried in the darling youngster’s hot sucking mouth.

“Do you like it?” she whispered, temporarily removing his cock from her
mouth.

“Jesus, yes!” he gasped, no longer wanting the girl to leave him alone.
“It’s fantastic!”

“I knew you’d like it,” she giggled.

His prick began throbbing even more violently in her hand as she once
more lowered her mouth down over it. The silence in the classroom was
broken only by his panting and the sound of her greedy little mouth
sucking noisily on his spit-drenched shaft. With his eyes closed in
ecstasy, the excited teacher was thoroughly enjoying the erotic smacking
sound of the horny youngster’s mouth sucking and milking on his
sensitive cock.

With her deliciously hot lips encircling his bloated meat, she took it
deeper and deeper into her mouth until she could feel his hard rubbery
knob probing against the back of her throat. Wanting to please the
handsome man even more, she slowly lifted her mouth with such an intense
suction that it caused the teacher to moan with joy. Repeating this lewd
action, she could feel the man thrusting his hips up from the chair to
meet every downward plunge of her soft sucking mouth.

“Oh, my God!” he moaned, half-crazed by the feel of her lips around his
prick. “Suck, honey, suck!”

“Suck what?” she giggled, temporarily removing her mouth from his boner.

“You know,” he panted. “Suck my thing.”

“You can talk plainer than that,” she grinned. “What do you want me to
suck?”

“My penis,” answered the aroused man who always used very proper
language at all times.

“What’s the matter?” she giggled, wanting to hear her teacher use
naughty words. “Can’t you say cock?”

“Sure I can,” he panted.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

“Suck my cock!” he finally yelled.

“Say it again,” she laughed, pleased to hear her handsome teacher use a
four-letter word.

“Suck my cock!” he excitedly shouted, grasping the girl’s blonde hair
and forcing her mouth down toward his prick. “Suck my fucking cock!”

“That’s better,” she giggled, once more lowering her mouth down over his
prick.

With his breath coming in hot short gasps, he curled his fingers into
her tousled hair, pushing her mouth down tighter over his big throbbing
cockhead.

“Suck it, baby, suck it!” he panted, wildly pumping his cock in and out
of her slurping mouth. “Suck for Christ’s sake! I’m almost there!”

Wanting to prolong his ejaculation until his prick was in her cunt,
Jolyne released his tingling boner and hopped up onto the desk again.
Once more facing him with her feet on the arms of his chair and her
knees spread widely apart, she could see the lust on his face as he
stared into her juicy snatch.

“Honey,” she whispered, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt, “I’ve
got a neat surprise for you, if you’ll take your clothes off.”

Unable to control himself any longer, he quickly stood up and removed
his clothes.

“Now that’s much better,” she whispered as he sat down in front of her
again, gazing up between her legs at the steamy little cunt that was
only inches from his eyes.

She could see his thick purple cock throbbing lustily as the aroused man
watched the little droplets of glistening pussy-cream oozing out from
between her hot wet cuntlips. The soft velvety texture of the
youngster’s slippery inner flesh could be seen between the slightly
parted lips of her sweet young pussy.

“Oh, honey,” she whispered, writhing her juicy little cunt around in
front of his excited eyes. “Why don’t you kiss my horny little pussy?”

Frank Andrews had never once dreamed of touching a cunt with his mouth,
but suddenly the thought of it made his prick throb more violently.
Completely mesmerized by the sight of her little oozing slit, the
aroused teacher lost all control of himself and buried his face in the
swampy hotness of the young girl’s soft furry little teenaged hole.

“Oh, Mr. Andrews,” she whimpered with joy. “You naughty man, I love it.
Shit, I love it.”

Excited by the tangy flavor of the youngster’s hotly leaking pussy, he
feverishly attacked her open slit with his mouth and tongue. The
handsome teacher’s face was completely saturated with the slippery
juices that were flooding out of her deliciously tasting cunt.

“D’ya like it?” she whispered, writhing her cunt up around his slavering
mouth. “D’ya like my hot little pussy?”

“Fuck, yes,” he panted, thrusting his tongue even deeper into her hot
little fuckhole.

With his face buried in the fragrant softness of her slippery little
snatch, the teacher was completely enthralled by the feel of her soft
cunt hair against his cheeks and nose as he sucked and slurped on his
beautiful student’s deliciously scented twat. The feel and taste of
Jolyne’s teenaged slit was driving him wild as his lips and tongue
worked up and down between her spread cuntlips.

Thrilled by the intense pleasure that was radiating out from between her
legs to every tingling nerve in her body, the aroused girl was writhing
in ecstasy on top of the desk. Becoming more excited by the second, the
youngster was further turned on by the obscenely wet sound of his mouth
slurping lewdly between her widely parted thighs.

“Oh, Jesus, Mr. Andrews,” she whimpered, grinding her hot crotch up
tighter against his sucking mouth. “This feels so fucking good.”

Squealing with joy, the horny youngster began squeezing her deliciously
naked thighs against his juice-smeared face. Her hot wet pussy writhed
against his mouth as the teacher continued drilling his tongue in and
out of the fiery depths of her overheated snatch.

Staring down between his legs as the man lustily sucked and slurped on
her twat, Jolyne could see his thick prick throbbing back against his
belly. Looking at her handsome teacher’s beautiful big cock, the young
girl suddenly wanted to feel it buried up between her legs.

“Mr. Andrews,” she whispered, pushing his face away from her hot
steaming cunt. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“What?” he gasped.

Not answering, she jumped off the desk and straddled the man’s loins.
Reaching down, she grasped his hard prick and aimed it up between her
legs. Then she quickly lowered her juicy little slit down over his
throbbing cockhead.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” he roared as his sensitive prick sank into the soft
slippery flesh of her sucking cunt. This was the first and only pussy
he’d fucked other than his wife’s, and the feel of her tight juicy inner
flesh squeezing around his hard cock was blowing his mind.

“Ooooooooooh, shit, Mr. Andrews!” she sobbed, pressing her softly parted
lips to his as she continued lowering her cunt farther down over his
throbbing meat. “You’ve got such a nice big cock!”

“Jesus Christ!” he gasped, feeling the juicy hotness of her slippery
slit sucking and milking his prick as it sank deeper into her tight
little fuckhole. “I’ve never felt anything so fuckin’ good in my life.”

“Then enjoy it,” she giggled, “because I’m gonna fuck the shit out of
you before we’re finished.”

Frank Andrews had always thought Jolyne was the sexiest little bitch
he’d ever seen, and now he could hardly believe his cock was really
buried in her tight little pussy.

“I can’t believe it,” he panted. “I can’t believe I’m really fucking
you.”

“Well, you better believe it,” she giggled as she slid her slippery
little twat a bit faster up and down over his shaft. “Because I want you
to shoot a hot load of cum into my hot little cunt.”

“Do you really mean it?” gasped her teacher. “Do you really want me to
shoot my jizz into you?”

“Fuck yes,” she giggled. “Where else you gonna shoot it?”

“I thought maybe I should put a rubber on,” the man said.

“Christ, no!” she exclaimed. “I want your big hot load in my cunt!”

Moving up and down on her knees, Jolyne was sliding her cunt wetly over
his thick shaft, sending wave after wave of intense ecstasy racing up
the length of his tingling cock.

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” he moaned, thrusting his prick up to meet every
downward plunge of her sweet little pussy.

He could feel every soft ridge of her hot slippery inner passage rubbing
against the bare flesh of his sensitive boner, and the tightness of her
hot grasping fuckhole was almost blowing his mind.

“Oh, shit, it’s so good, Mr. Andrews!” squealed Jolyne, bouncing faster
and faster over his juice-slickened shaft. “So fuckin’, fuckin’ good!”

Rotating her hips as she bounced, she could feel her teacher’s lusty
cock twisting and grinding around in the hot depths of her writhing
belly.

“Fuck, baby, fuck!” she screamed, thrilled at the way his thick prick
was