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Maria woke early the next morning, she looked over to Harry still asleep, quiet and still. ‘It’s a long time since I woke up with a man in my bed,’ she thought with a smile; spontaneously she leant over and kissed him very gently, Harry did not stir and Maria thought again, “Look at him he’s so peaceful, no one would ever guess what he is like in bed.”

She got up showered in the second bathroom to avoid disturbing Harry and made herself a coffee. On returning, Harry was still fast asleep, so she took her coffee onto the small balcony which led from her bedroom. Maria sat down; her view looked out over her property towards the river and the centre of Hawksworth beyond. She felt totally relaxed in the relative cool of the early morning, and as she sipped her coffee, she fell back into her earlier daydreams.

What had he called her? “Priceless,” it was silly, she smiled to herself, but at the time it was perfect, and then Harry had made love to her; they had kissed, they had rolled around on the blanket next to the pool, then he had sucked her nipples. Rock hard nipples Maria remembered, touching herself for a moment as a reminder, she smiled, and then he had moved down inexorably, to eat her out again. In the cool of the morning it seemed in one sense like a blur to Maria, but the pleasure, the tormenting pleasure of his probing searching tongue went on and on looping through her mind, again and again to a relived climax.

What Harry had wanted had been a little unexpected: Maria bit her lip pensively as she remembered, Harry had turned her over onto her hands and knees and fucked her, it was no longer lovemaking, he had taken her, ‘he fucked me,’ reflected Maria. To call it rough sex was not enough, the sheer energy, the urgency with which he plunged into her without regard for anything electrified her, she gloried in it, and when his climax came he fell on her back biting hard into her shoulder as his semen flooded her womb. Maria remembered no pain or hurt only a surge of complete joy, a joy of giving herself completely.

“Day dreaming?” Harry had woken up and padded quietly over.

“Mmmm, you could call it that” she replied as he kissed the top of her head. Then Maria woke up properly, “You had better hop in the shower and get dressed if you are working today, time’s marching on, it must be almost eight already.”

“Yes you’re right, I had better get moving.”

“Be downstairs in ten minutes for some breakfast.”

Harry met the deadline with a minute to spare. “Porridge with fruit on the side and a huge mug of tea, what’s this about Maria, porridge oats in the morning and pasta in the evening, are you trying to build me up?”

“No,” she laughed “it’s carbohydrates for energy, oats, slow release in the morning, wheat pasta for quick energy in the evening, I’m optimising your performance, and looking after my own best interests at the same time.”

“I’m partial to my favourite sweetmeat myself” responded Harry, putting an arm around her playfully.

“Don’t I know it,” retorted Maria brushing him off, “And if last nights last performance is a guide, you prefer your sweetmeat to be steaming in a sticky marinade.”

“Maybe,” grinned Harry pausing between mouthfuls, “I was a bit carried away, I put it down to the pheromones, your body heat and yes, maybe it was the marinade, as you so decorously put it.”

“I’m not complaining, I’m just wondering what you’re going to come up with to top it.”

“Ah ha,” said Harry “Well I do have designs on…hello who’s this?”

A small truck had turned into the driveway, and as it straightened to proceed down the track to the old house, the sign on its side was clear, “Salt’s Engineering:” the Bruton brothers had bought the firm but retained the old name.

“That’ll be old George with one of Cory’s men bringing back the new tyres for the tractor, I’ll have to rush, I want them to give me a hand with those trunks.”

Harry grabbed a banana and made hastily for the door. “Hey wait a moment,” cried Maria “designs on what exactly?”

Harry hesitated for no more than a second and answered with a huge grin “But your ass of course…your wonderful magnificent ass.” And then he was gone.

Maria was left talking to herself for a moment. “Surely not, he can’t mean, no of course not, he couldn’t possibly…could he?”

Harry arrived just as George and his workmate had started to unload the first of the wheels. “Ah good,” George greeted him “we’ve got the hoist on the truck but an extra pair of hands would be handy manoeuvring these big wheels, especially,” he added “seeing as the only help I’ve got is this useless article.” The useless article old George referred to was a large affable young man about Harry’s age, he grinned “G’day I’m Pete, don’t mind George, the truth is the poor old sod’s a bit past it, so we could do with a bit of help.”

Old George and Pete continued to bicker and abuse each other, in a way that only the very best of mates can, while Harry observed that both of them were in fact, very competent and sure in their work. In what seemed to Harry a surprisingly short time they had the massive wheels unloaded and re-fitted.

“Now I s’pose,” observed old George accurately, “You’ve got something you want us to do for you.”

“Right,” confirmed Harry “I want Pete to give me a hand to carry a couple of steel trunks and a chest down from upstairs. The trunks in particular are too awkward and heavy for one person. If Pete could give me a hand to load them onto my ute I can then take them up to Maria’s house for her.”

“We can do better than that,” suggested Pete, “We’ll use our truck because we’ve got the hoist and it’ll be much easier to load and unload.”

The two young men made their way upstairs to the tune of George telling them to get on with it because he didn’t have all day.

“What’s the camera for?”

“Oh my aunt is interested in the history of this place and asked me to photograph everything before it was moved. I was going to get Maria to take them, but perhaps you could help. Harry quickly took a dozen pictures and asked Pete to take a few more with him in them as his aunt Diane had requested. They soon had more than enough

“What’s this?” asked Pete, noticing the chest in the back corner

“Only an old chest of drawers.”

“No… I don’t think so, look at these brass handles, two on each side, one above the other, and also the fancy brass work on the corners. The top half probably lifts off.”

“What is it then?”

“I’m not absolutely certain,” replied Pete, “But it might be a campaign chest.”

Harry was none the wiser for being told that, and was conscious of keeping old George waiting; “Come on, we had better get it all shifted.”

Harry and Pete soon had both trunks, and the chest on the truck and as Pete had guessed the chest separated into two equal parts quite readily. “Just as well” Harry exclaimed “it must be stacked full it weighs so much.”

“Pete you take the truck up to Mrs Bunce’s house,” instructed George, “Harry and I’ll follow you.”

“Now young Harry, I wondered why you took the tin work off the tractor when you cleaned up, was there a possum, or something like that nesting under it.

“Yes there had been, though what it was I don’t know, but it was a real mess.”

“Well thanks; it saved me a bit of time you thinkin’ of that.”

Conscious that any thanks from old George was hard earned, Harry changed the subject, “you were giving Pete a hard time back there, he’s not that bad surely?”

“Course he ain’t,” George cackled, “Young bugger’s the best bloody apprentice I’ve trained for years, but apprentices are all the same; cuss ‘em and kick em up the ass, whether they need it or not, that’s my method, keeps their mind on the job, otherwise all they think about is football and girls.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m not your apprentice.”

“Mighta done you good,” grinned the old man toothlessly, I’ve turned some unpromising lummoxes into pretty fair mechanics, so maybe there might be hope for you yet.”

They lurched to a halt, and George got out of the ute well pleased with himself for coming out ahead in the exchange.

Maria came out to greet them and directed Harry and Pete to her study where the trunks were to be stowed. That was soon done. “I think I’ll leave the chest out here in the conservatory then I can wash it down and decide what to do with it.”

“Oh no,” exclaimed Pete, “You mustn’t do that,” but then he turned bright red embarrassed at his outburst.

“Who are you to be telling Mrs Bunce what to do, you cheeky varmint,” protested old George.

Harry interrupted, “Hang on a moment, Pete was telling me something about this chest, and he probably has a good reason for what he was saying.”

“Well yes,” replied Pete collecting himself, “First Mrs Bunce, the chest appears to be full of something and it’s very heavy so it’s probably papers, second the timber has been in the dark for ninety odd years and though it’s not cracked it must be very dry, so if you washed it, some of the water is bound to get through to the contents and they would be damaged, and if the chest was left in the sun in a hot conservatory it would crack up in no time.”

“You have a good point about the possibility of damaging the papers,” agreed Maria, “But I’m not bothered about the chest of drawers itself, so it can just go in the conservatory.”

“But I think perhaps you should be bothered Mrs Bunce,” persisted Pete, “Because it’s not a chest of drawers, it’s a campaign chest, at least I think it is.”

“What’s a campaign chest, and why should this be one?”

“Well Mrs Bunce, campaign chests were very popular for officers in the British Army, in fact most armies a hundred and fifty years ago. They served as a piece of furniture that the officers could also use as trunks when they travelled, overseas or on campaign, that’s why they’ve got the handles on the side. If you look closely, the top two levels of drawers are split into three but the middle one is probably a false drawer, and when you unlock it my guess is that will fold out as a small writing desk. If it’s what I think, it will be worth restoring.”

“I’m impressed Pete, where did you learn all this.”

“My girlfriend Tracey, her uncle restores old furniture for a hobby, he even makes it from scratch, his house is full of it.

Old George interrupted, “So you’re goin’ out with Billy Thompson’s niece, and I thought young Tracey had a bit of sense, but you’re right about Billy, he’s a pretty good builder but he’s a much better joiner, does some really top class work.”

“Coming from you George, that’s a really big wrap,” observed Harry.

“Well I ain’t one to praise too much, but Billy’s a top tradesman, we had an expert up here from Sydney a few years back, and he swore some chairs Billy had made were genuine antiques. He was a bit flummoxed when Billy told ‘im they was only six months old, but then he said, ‘damnit if they fooled me they’ll fool anyone else,’ and he offered to buy anything Billy could make. Billy wouldn’t be in it though, said he didn’t want to make a business out of it.”

Once started, Maria knew that old George would take some stopping, so she brought the discussion to a halt, “That settles it then, Harry and Pete can you put it into the study with the other things and Pete” she added, “Thank you for you advice, and you too George; I will ask Mr Thompson what I should do with it.”

Their task was soon completed, Pete and old George left and as both Harry and Maria observed they were arguing again before the truck even turned onto the road. “Do you reckon those two ever stop squabbling,” grinned Harry.

“Not a chance,” laughed Maria, “If they did they would have to admit how much they liked each other, so it won’t happen. Now I suppose, you will be getting off to work too.”

“Yes I have a few things to do, but I’ll be back this afternoon, will I see you here then?”

“Only if you are a bit later than usual, I won’t be back until about seven thirty.”

“Ok I’ll see you then.”

As things turned out although Harry only had a couple of jobs planned, the phone started ringing almost as soon as he had left Maria’s, he was flat out all day and by mid afternoon had decided to give the old house a miss for the day. He finished his last job at seven in the evening just giving him time for a shower and a burger before arriving at Maria’s just before eight. Maria had arrived only seconds before and was removing what appeared to be the spoils of a major shopping expedition from her car.

“Can I give you a hand with that?”


“It looks as though you have bought up the entire shop.”

“No I haven’t” retorted Maria, “it’s nearly all clothes, I have to get a lot made to measure, mainly because of my height. I go to a little Italian tailor who makes suits for men; I suspect I’m his only female client.”

“That’d be Mr Iemma, but you’re not his only female client, his daughter has an internet based business selling wedding dresses and special event dresses for formals, proms and such like. She obtains the orders and deals with the business side, whilst he and a group of ladies actually make the clothes.”

“Is that right, he’s such a sweetie, a real gentleman but very shy, he always makes sure his daughter is there when I go for an appointment, she does most of the fitting and takes measurements and afterwards he likes to talk about what he is going to do and we sit down and have coffee with lovely Italian cakes that his wife makes. It’s all very civilized.”

“Crikey, I never got that treatment when he made me a suit.”

“Of course not, Mr Iemma may be shy but he’s a gentleman and an Italian, so he knows how to treat a lady… and,” added Maria, “He’s a superb tailor and dressmaker.”

“Well, I know I’m not a tailor or dressmaker and certainly not Italian but hopefully” he suggested, putting an arm around Maria, “Maybe I can be a gentleman.”

“Mmmm,’ not to sure about that,” replied Maria responding quickly “Think of yourself as a work in progress, I would have thought a real gentleman lover would have had me half undressed and on the way to bed by now.”

A little more than forty minutes later Maria was becoming rapidly convinced of Harry’s progress, as she bucked furiously out of control, in the throes of her second orgasm. “Oh God don’t ever let it stop” she cried as Harry burst inside her, a river of cum flooding, penetrating deep into her womb. She was silent for a few seconds just twitching and heaving slightly, involuntarily, as she came down.

“Oh my God,” she repeated, “Now I feel all warm and mushy, it’s like I’m in a dream and I don’t want to wake up.” Harry knew from experience that he wasn’t expected to say anything, he had got used to Maria taking a long time to come down from her climax. He knew instinctively that she just wanted him to hold her close, while she chattered about how she felt. “That was so good, just so good, now just hold me,” she said as though reading his thoughts. He did so and she mumbled an incoherent contentment, “Your cock in me, I so love it, and when you come, mmmm” she trailed off, “It’s so lovely.”

Then after some time Maria quite suddenly spoke up, she giggled, “You have got yourself a couple of new champions, at least one of them is new anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well today before my visit to Mr Iemma I had a lunch date, half a dozen of us, women of a certain age I suppose, we try to get together every couple of months or so. Me, Susan Tremaine, Carol Johnson and her partner Lois, Frances Gear, the doctor and Bella Mason the High School Principal. Trixie the rector’s wife was invited but couldn’t come.

“Anyway Bella was telling us all, that she was taking you on a trip up to Armidale for a conference. She got Carol’s back up a bit, I think it was because Bella was talking about you as a representative of her school, in a way that implied credit to Bella rather than the people who actually taught you — like Carol of course.”

“Oh, Mrs Mason’s just an ambitious woman, there’s no harm in that.”

“Maybe not, but Carol was pretty quick to tell her that you weren’t someone who could be led by the nose.”

Harry laughed, but then Maria added, “Susan then jumped in and told Bella, that someone she knew very well had told her that you had a knack for working out exactly what a woman wanted and taking your own initiative. I suppose she was referring to Alice because I hadn’t told her anything like that.

“Now what are you laughing about,” said Maria turning over to face him, “It isn’t that funny.”

“No it isn’t,” replied Harry, “Except for the fact, that it’s the second time someone has alerted me to Mrs Mason.

“What do you mean?”

Harry told her what his aunt had said ,of which Maria promptly concluded, “So Carol and Susan were right, she is manipulating you.”

“No she’s not, organising me a bit perhaps, but that’s all, and you can hardly blame her for wanting to promote her own school.”

“I suppose not,” smiled Maria sweetly, “In any case with Carol, Susan and your aunt looking out for you you’ll be alright.”

“I don’t need anyone to look out for me, though Carol doesn’t surprise me, she’s pretty assertive herself, Susan, Mrs Tremaine though, it surprised me that she got involved.”

“Susan does surprise people, most of them just see a stunningly beautiful woman who is just too nice to be true, but she is also very smart and determined, neither of which are quite so obvious. She’s sometimes slow to make her mind up but once Susan has decided on something it’s very hard to stop her. Anyway, I guess that all we are saying is, do not let Bella manipulate you.”

“Oh I shan’t, there’s only one woman who is allowed to do that and she has been very neglectful of her duties these past few minutes.”

“Is that so, in that case I had better take you in hand.” Harry felt her long fingers wind themselves around his cock. “Mmmm you’re paying attention now; in fact you’re like a sentry standing to attention, stiff straight and ready for action.”

And action commenced.

The next few days were uneventful, Harry continued to be fully occupied, working all day and making love with Maria in the evening. Harry’s aunt emailed to say her research had gone particularly well and she was going to extend her stay in Sydney for a couple more days. Towards the end of the week Harry’s phone rang; “G’day mate ‘ow er yer goin,” it was the unmistakeable voice of Billy Thompson.

“Hi, what can I do for you?”

“Well Harry,” Billy explained, I checked this morning’ how many bricks you had ready and I was hopin’ you could get out another three full pallets by Friday arvo. Reason is,” he continued “Is that I’ve got two extra brickies who have agreed to work right through the weekend, it’ll let us catch up after that bad weather we had a couple of weeks back. That should be enough for ‘em to finish the job.”

Harry thought for a second or two “Yes I reckon I can do that, I’ll just put in a long session on Thursday.”

“Good lad, oh and by the way, Mrs Bunce dropped by my place. We had a yarn about renovating the old house, I’m gunna give her a quote, hope she goes ahead, because it would be a real interestin’ job.”

“Ok then Billy, if you don’t hear from me, you can assume the bricks will be ready for you.”

Thursday, however, dawned cloudy and threatening and it looked ever more ominous as time went on, the forecast said heavy rain, and thunderstorms for the afternoon and evening. It was hot and seemed even hotter when black clouds started to move in bringing oppressive humidity with them.

“Looks as though I am going to get wet,” said Harry to himself “But can’t be helped, I promised Billy I would get the job done.” Harry threw several towels and another change of clothing into his ute as he set out. When he got to Maria’s he decided not to take his ute down to the old House. ‘Might be difficult to get back up the steep slope if it rains hard’.

Greg was late for class. He ran through the hallways. They were very particular about being punctual here. His health teacher especially. She was very focused on such things. Greg had been late twice this week. He couldn’t help that his car kept breaking down. Ms. Sin was a real hardass and didn’t accept excuses.

Greg had only started his last year of high school here after his eighteenth birthday a few months ago. He was worried about the impressions he was making. He got to the door of his health class and checked his watch apprehensively. It was 7:58. Greg pumped his fist in his victory. He wasn’t late for his 8:00 class. He quickly readjusted his clothing after all that running and turned the knob to open the door.

Inside the room, all the kids were seated already. He looked over to see Ms. Sin had stopped reading out of the study book. He gulped, sweating from the energy he had just expended to run to class.

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Mr. Turner.” Ms. Sin stood up from where she had been sitting on her desk and walked over to the class cabinet, carrying out a study book and handing it to him, “Take your seat now, Greg. Don’t be late again.”

Greg didn’t argue. He walked over to his seat and opened his book to the page on the board.

“You’re late again, G. This isn’t Mr. Lee’s fourth period. You can’t be late for Ms. Sin’s health class.” Andy, his best friend, whispered from one desk over.

Greg hadn’t been late. It was 7:58 when he walked through the door and the class didn’t start until 8:00! He let it go though, nodding his head and looking up to listen to Ms. Sin’s lesson.

Ms. Sin wasn’t drop dead gorgeous in the Hollywood anorexic model. Still, something about her kept Greg’s attention. It’s not that she wasn’t pretty. She was. She was also very intimidating. She stood close to six feet tall, a fact that was accentuated by the heeled shoes she always wore. She had long dark hair and a warm smile, complete with full lush lips, and the crimson lipstick she was fond of.

Not so hidden in Ms. Sin’s blouse were her ample breasts. The black skirt she was wearing today stretched to snugly fit around her thick butt. Greg’s eyes wandered from Ms. Sin’s lesson to her smooth, muscled legs. She hopped back on her desk, facing the classroom, and crossed her legs. Greg’s eyes struggled to see beyond the valley of thigh flesh into her skirt.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over at Andy. “I never even knew we had a gland there, G. This stuff is sick. Why were you late anyway?”

Greg looked back over at Ms. Sin and saw that she had left her desk, she was turned away from them, writing something on the chalkboard. Greg looked at Andy, he whispered, “I wasn’t late.”

“Oh yes you were. Why do you think Ms. Sin warned you in front of the class?”

Greg was flustered, “I wasn’t late. OK!” He said a little too loud.

The class looked back at Greg. Ms. Sin turned her head and gave him a stern look, which gradually softened.

“You weren’t late, Mr. Turner? The classroom clock tells a different story.” Ms. Sin sauntered down the aisle of desks until stopping at Greg’s, she wrapped her hand around his wrist and lifted his watch arm closer to her eyes.

“Mmmhmm.” Ms. Sin tapped on the glass face of his watch with her nail and then pointed at the classroom clock, “Your watch is a little early here, Greg.” Her brow furrowed for a moment, “Hmm.. this is a good idea.” She squeezed his hand and then released it. Ms. Sin walked back up to the front of the class, her hips sashaying.

“Class,” She started, “Mr. Turner has brought up a good point. I want all of you to synchronize your watches with the clock on the wall. Don’t be late for this class.” Ms. Sin smiled. She added, “It is the most important one after all.” Nodding in Greg’s direction.

The class carried on in an usual manner. Finally the bell rang and kids started shuffling out of the classroom. Greg grabbed his books and headed out the door.

“Wait here a moment, Greg.” He heard Ms. Sin call out.

Greg’s feet weighed more than usual as he circled back to her desk. He knew that Ms. Sin was a disciplinarian and he didn’t want to get on her bad side.

“Yes, Ms. Sin?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you stayed. Usually when I call out for kids to stick around, they’re out the door already. It takes a lot of energy to haul them back here,” She laughed. “I want to tell you…”

The bell rang again.

“I’ll have my next class here in a minute and you shouldn’t be late for another period. Go on. Just come by and see me after school. I’ll be here.” Her next class started pouring through the doorway. Greg nodded his head that he heard her and slipped out the door.

He asked himself, what was that about? Was she going to chew him out after school? Greg didn’t have much time to consider the possibilities before he heard someone call out from the end of the hallway, “Turner!” It was Andy. Greg walked at a faster pace to catch up with his friend through the busy hallway.

“Hey G. What happened? I’m surprised to see you here. I figured Ms. Sin was gonna make an ottoman out of you.”

“It’s your fault!” Greg shouted at his friend, playfully pushing him, though he didn’t feel like fun and games. He was just mad at Andy. “She wants to see me after school.”

“Oh man. That sucks. I bet she wants to lay into you without kids walking in.”

“You think so?” Greg muttered.

There was no answer. Greg glanced out and realized Andy had already walked away to catch his next class. Greg still had a few minutes to catch his class. Greg kicked himself into high gear and ran to his next class, making it just in time.

The hours rolled by slowly. Greg and Andy caught up at lunch and brainstormed over the after school meeting with Ms. Sin. Greg could always say he felt sick if he had to. His afternoon classes went by faster. Even an interesting science class couldn’t take his mind off the incident in health though.

The final bell rang and while all the kids rushed through the building and out the doors, Greg walked slowly, killing time. Greg really did feel sick by the time he made it to the health class door. It read: Ms. Sin Room 96 Health Class

His sweaty palm wrapped around the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. He walked in and saw Ms. Sin sitting at her desk. She was grading papers and didn’t immediately acknowledge Greg. He closed the door, grabbing the strap of his backpack and dropped it off his shoulder. Greg exhaled loudly in case Ms. Sin hadn’t heard him.

“Take a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.” She didn’t look up.

Greg sat at the desk directly across from her desk. He folded his hands together apprehensively while she marked something in her book. Greg couldn’t help but notice that a couple buttons of her blouse weren’t buttoned. They had been at the beginning of the school day. He tried not to look because he felt she would see if he did.

His eyes zeroed in on the cleavage despite his brain’s wishes. It wasn’t as if her tits were spilling out of the blouse. That wasn’t it. Greg could see more than he had in the morning. That was what grabbed his attention. He wouldn’t admit it, not even to Andy, but there was something about Ms. Sin which made Greg go wild. This was evident by the erection growing in Greg’s pants.

Ms. Sin’s eyes shot up to Greg’s, “I’m glad you didn’t pretend to forget to see me after school or fake sick, or something like that,” She rolled her eyes, “You’d be surprised what some of these kids try. This is the way to make it easier on yourself.”

“I don’t understand, Ms. Sin. Am I in trouble?” Greg had a confused look on his face.

Ms. Sin smiled, “No, dear. Not at all. I didn’t want to embarrass you by having this conversation during class.” She stood up, walking over to him, “Greg. I like you so I’ve cut you some slack. But you have to realize, you can’t be late to my class. You have to make an effort to get here on time and once you have, you can’t talk to your friends. Do you know how disrespectful that is?”

“Yes. Yes, Ms. Sin. I’m very sorry. My car isn’t reliable. I need to…”

“No,” She cut him off, her tone more serious, “There are no excuses. Do you understand?”

Greg nodded.

“I’m an old-fashioned kind of girl. Respect is very important to me. You show me respect and I do the same. I’m your teacher and I demand your undivided attention in this classroom. Keep that in mind the next time you want to act out in class. You’re dismissed.”

Greg stood, his face red, and apologized again. He grabbed his backpack and shut the door to Ms. Sin’s classroom behind him. He wasn’t going to be late tomorrow.

Greg went home and spent most of the night doing homework. He chatted online with Andy but didn’t go into detail about what happened after school.

It was the next morning already. Greg left early to make sure he was on time. He was one of the first kids at their desks in health class. Ms. Sin gave him a look, signaling that she saw he was on time.

Before long the bell rang and class started. It began with an assignment in the study book. Ms. Sin collected those, then put her piece of chalk down and rubbed the residue off her fingers. She walked through the aisles of desks slowly.

“This is health class. We do more than just busy work around here,” Ms. Sin pointed at a study book on one of the kid’s desks. “Knowledge is power, ladies and gentlemen. I teach the consequences of drug use. You learn the basics here about anatomy.” Ms. Sin crossed past Greg’s desk, her arm sliding over his back as she squeezed herself between the aisle.

“But we also talk about life, living healthy and relationships. We discuss issues of sex with an adult tone. I intend to use my platform here to teach you that knowledge is also tolerance. It’s time to highlight the LGBT community. Do we all know what that is?” Most of the class shouted out in affirmative.

“The ‘T’ in LGBT stands for transgender. Can anyone tell me what a transgender is?” Ms. Sin asked the class.

Someone from the back piped up, “Isn’t that those guys that run around with socks stuffed in their shirt and they wear wigs and stuff?”

“Let me explain. And don’t shout out next time.” Ms. Sin took a seat on top of her desk, “This is a very sensitive subject which hasn’t been treated that way for many years. You’re thinking of a crossdresser. He or she, however they choose to refer to their gender, may be gay or bisexual, but they’re not necessarily a transgender. Transgender people are people who primarily identify with the opposite gender and decide to do something about that.”

Ms. Sin crossed her legs, “That can mean male or female. Let’s take someone born into a male body who identifies with feminine characteristics. When they decide to begin this process, they become transgendered or transsexual. They either take hormones and or get breast implants. They live as the opposite gender, in this case, as a girl. There are post-op and pre-op transsexuals. Post-op transsexuals have gone through sex reassignment surgery. Pre-op transsexuals haven’t.”

Ms. Sin crossed and uncrossed her legs again. Greg was straining his eyes to see in between her wonderful legs.

“There’s also something called a non-op transsexual. We usually call these women shemales. They live as women and have augmented their breasts in some manner but also like the hardware they were given at birth. I’m going to be blunt here, class. They’re ladies with cocks.”

The class laughed at Ms. Sin’s language and the serious nature of the discussion being boiled down so far. Ms. Sin laughed too and readjusted herself on the desk. It was then that Greg’s leering eyes got their eyeful. To Greg’s utter surprise, staring back at him was the head of a flaccid penis. It had to be six or seven inches flaccid, half of it sticking out of Ms. Sin’s pink panties. It was the shock of Greg’s life. Ms. Sin was a transsexual. A SHEMALE!

The class had quieted down from Ms. Sin’s comment and she continued, “Shemales retain their cocks and have the same or an even greater appetite for sex than most men and women too. They enjoy using their penises as much as men do. A lot of shemales make dominant partners. Now I’d like to…”

The bell rang.

“Oh alright. Go on. Get out of here, class. No homework tonight!” Ms. Sin called out as kids started packing up for their next class.

Greg did the same, with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He knew Ms. Sin’s secret. He couldn’t believe his teacher was a shemale. All that time he had been drooling over and fantasizing about a shemale!

“Greg. Come over here. I want to speak with you.” Ms. Sin looked over at him.

What? Did she know that he knew? A lot of crazy thoughts were flying through his head as he walked over to Ms. Sin’s desk.

“What… What is it, Ms. Sin?” He looked at the floor.

“I want to tell you that I appreciate you being in class early today. I’m glad that you’ll take instruction and follow my rules here. It goes a long way.” She paused, “… Is something wrong, dear?”

“No. No, nothing. I just have to make it to my next class.” He stammered, still not making eye contact.

“That’s alright. Run along. I’ll see you in class bright and early tomorrow, right?”

“Uh.. yeah. Thanks, Ms. Sin.”

The rest of the day was uneventful. Greg tried his best to avoid everyone. So much so that Andy rushed to catch up with him after school.

“What’s wrong, G?”

“Nothing. Just nothing.”

“You’ve been wigging out since health class! Come on, what the hell is wrong? I haven’t even seen you since lunch.”

“I said nothing!” Greg snapped back.

Andy thew his arms up, “Ok. Ok. I’m on my way.” He walked off in a direct direction and left Greg alone. Alone with his thoughts. How could he stay in Ms. Sin’s class knowing what he knew? He couldn’t even face her. This was the woman he had jerking off to for months! She had a cock! A big fucking cock.

Greg slept in the next morning. He resolved to miss Ms. Sin’s class altogether. Greg got there in time for second period and tried to push health class out of his mind. That lasted until lunchtime when Ms. Sin found him in the lunchroom.

“Mr. Turner. There you are!” Ms. Sin walked over to Greg’s table, leaning over him and putting her fists down on the table, “I thought you were going to be on time for my class this morning. I figured you were sick when you didn’t make it at all. Imagine how surprised I was when I learned you had made it to school after all, and just in time for second period!”

“Umm… yeah. It was.. err… right! My car. I’m sorry….” He stared down at his lunch

“I’ve been a teacher for almost fifteen years. Don’t insult me with these excuses, young man. This is a total lack of respect. I want to see you in my room after school. Got it?”

“Yeah… I do…”

“Be there, Mr. Turner.” She glared down at him.

Greg muddled through the rest of the day, incessantly worrying about seeing Ms. Sin after school. The final bell rang all too soon. Greg knew what he had to do. He walked through the halls like they were his last steps, sighing heavily at the door to Ms. Sin’s classroom.

Ms. Sin was sitting at her desk grading papers like the last time Greg was here. This time though she looked up immediately at Greg, “Have a seat, Mr. Turner.”

Greg reluctantly threw his backpack off and sat at one of the desks. Ms. Sin quickly followed and surprised Greg by sitting on top of the desk where he had taken his seat.

She began immediately, “I’m a good judge of matters and I get the feeling that something is wrong,” Ms. Sin crossed her legs, “Why did you skip my class today?”

Greg turned away and mumbled something which Ms. Sin couldn’t hear.

“I want an answer, Mr. Turner.” She told him sternly.

“I… I don’t know. I just…”

Ms. Sin grabbed his chin and used it to aim his eyes at hers, “Look at me while we’re talking.” She chided him.

“I don’t know the answer, Ms. Sin!”

Her grip on his chin got stronger, “You’re lying to me, Greg.”

Greg struggled to get up but Ms. Sin grabbed his shoulders and kept him seated in the chair. She was much stronger than him.

“Damn it. Why can’t I get through to you! Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong!” She shouted at him, frustrated with the situation.

Burning hot tears trailed down Greg’s cheeks as he struggled to push his way up, “I saw you yesterday! Ok. You know. I saw that you have… that you’re…” Greg stopped struggling and dropped his head.

Ms. Sin’s hands suddenly gripped Greg’s shoulder so tightly that it hurt. “What! What did you see?!”

“You have a fucking penis! That’s what I saw. The woman I’ve been jacking off to has a fucking penis!” He shouted back at her.

Ms. Sin became aware that they were still in school. She stood up without saying a word and opened the door to check if anyone was around. The place was deserted. She looked at the clock. It was 4:00. The teachers were all probably gone too. Ms. Sin closed the door again and locked it. Ms. Sin walked toward Greg’s desk. She sat down at the desk next to him.

“Ok, so you know I am a transsexual. A shemale. Is there a reason you’re avoiding my class? I don’t see a problem with being a shemale. Do you?”

“No. No. I don’t think so. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to you offend you. It’s just… I don’t know.”

“It’s just…? It’s just… you’ve been masturbating while thinking about me?”

“Ms. Sin. I… I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for that, Greg. You’ve taken my class. You know there’s nothing wrong with masturbation. It’s quite flattering actually that you would think of me.”

“I’m so confused, Ms. Sin. I was trying to catch a peek at you, and then… and then… I saw…”

“Hush sweetheart. It’s ok. I understand what you’re going through.” Ms. Sin stood up and wrapped her arms around Greg, pulling his head into her chest.

“You.. do you feel confused now?” She asked.

Greg’s head was buried in Ms. Sin’s cleavage and he didn’t make any effort to free himself. The big, soft mounds of flesh felt great against his face, even with her blouse on.

“Feeling this way is okay, honey.” Her arms caressed his neck and back. She pressed her lips against his head and kissed him lovingly.

Greg’s cock had grown in his pants. His cock was leading the charge when his hands reached around Ms. Sin’s wonderful body and cupped her full butt cheeks.

“I could lose my job for this. I know you’re eighteen but it’s still unethical.” She reasoned briefly. Her cock had stirred and scared Greg when it pressed against his chest.

Ms. Sin removed her arms and took a step back, her boner tenting her skirt. “It’s ok, darling. Why don’t we try something we’re both sure to like?” She smiled.

Greg nodded his head but hadn’t found his voice yet.

Ms. Sin kneeled down on the floor and pulled Greg’s legs out of his desk. Her hands pressed against his thighs and finally started squeezing Greg’s erection through his jeans.

“This is good, huh?” Her hands continued to squeeze him.

“Yes!” He squealed.

Ms. Sin chuckled, her nimble fingers finding the button and zipper to his pants, she slowly undid them until his erection was covered only by his boxers.

“What do you have for Ms. Sin?” She said in a husky voice, pulling both Greg’s pants and boxers down his legs. His hard cock sprang free.

“Such a pretty one. I’ve got to have it in my mouth. Unless you’re still confused?” She asked him knowingly.

“No! No, I’m not I mean.”

Ms. Sin wet her full lips with her tongue before wrapping them around the head of Greg’s cock. This was a new, wonderful sensation to Greg. Her tongue did a spin over his tip. She created a tight seal around his shaft and started to take it deep into her mouth. Ms. Sin didn’t stop until her lips met his boyish pubes.

She had taken the entire length of his cock into her mouth almost effortlessly. Having every inch of his cock engulfed in her mouth was indescribable. The competing sensations of warm and wet and tight came together as she began to suck.

Trevor hungrily watched the students begin to file in with Nikki and Edward in the front of the room laying down on the bed kissing passionately ignoring everyone as they came into the room. Student after student looked towards the bed with curiosity and surprise as Trevor smiled at them and asked them to take a seat in the auditorium. Other students came in that were not in his 101 class each glancing around and sharing knowing lustful looks that intrigued the passersby. Several had noticeable erections and there was some shifting and giggling as the girls noticed and pointed it out to other students.

Trevor with a pile of papers and some out of place people dressed professionally looking slightly uncomfortable said loudly “Please take your seats we have some documents to read, tests to take for participants, and I’d like to get started I’m horny and my cock is hard.”

He reached down to show the room his cock taking it out of his pants and letting his students get a good look. He was watching Kristy intently making eye contact. She shifted in her seat blushing while glancing back and forth at him, his cock, the students on the bed, and the boys with noticeable erections around her. Trevor glanced down at her tits and noticed the heaving breaths she took as she became aroused, scared, and he began to truly enjoy his seminar he wanted her breasts in his mouth but knew he must wait. She had to feel comfortable and accepting or she would get scared and walk out.

Trevor started the course in a brisk husky voice, “Welcome to my Introduction to Role Play Erotica Seminar.”

Several students hooted, whistled, and clapped in appreciation (the returning students). His 101 students looked around the room some looking curious, some fearful, a few embarrassed. None left the room.

Trevor continued, “I have prepared some legal documents to protect the participants today from malicious gossip, societal pressure associated with group sex, and to keep participation confidential. What happens in this classroom stays in this classroom or their will be punitive damages awarded by significant monetary compensation to everyone attending. I have a notary present making sure your signatures are documented and legally binding. Included are some seminar guidelines including free STD testing which is required for participation. I have medical release authorization forms for anyone needing to confirm their birth control methods. My seminars are safe, free from unwanted pregnancies, and confidential. What happens in 101 stays in 101.”

Again, clapping and hooting from the returning students. Eric was smiling from the front of the room and lifted his shirt then pulled it off over his head while staring at the twins. Deborah was scrambling to get up and out the door but her sister was whispering under her breath.

Some of the students heard her say, “I’m staying whether you do or not and I need you here, I want you here, please stay.” Teva was pleading desperately with her hand on Deborah’s arm.

Eric had seen Deborah stare at him lustfully a few times before and he headed up the stairs towards the girls after seeing Deborah scrambling to get away and her sister holding her back. Deborah noticed him and turned crimson.

Eric looked into her eyes and asked, “May I kiss you? I want you to stay.”

The athletic Italian designer shirt guy stood up and walked forward whispering, “You are so beautiful we all want you to stay.”

Deborah looked back and forth between the two. These guys were stallions, hot as hell, both ripped, and dressed well. She stepped into Eric’s arms and let him kiss her. The other student slipping behind her to brush his lips against the nape of her neck. When Eric was through Jack gently turned her head into his kiss.

Trevor amused by the scene unfolding and at how great Deborah’s tits looked in her clothes as these two young studs took turns convincing her to stay said, “ok if you’ve had sex and haven’t been tested where we can confirm please line up. We have a nurse here to escort people to the planned parenthood van which has signed a confidentially agreement with the school, well actually with me specifically, agreeing to keep our students safe and prevent unwanted pregnancies”.

The testing and legal signings took a few hours but Trevor knew this was a liability issue that could potentially ruin his life so he took every precaution. The trouble it took was well worth it for the uninhibited free play that kept his cock hard and his eyes rested on Kristy. He looked at her reading the confidentiality agreement and smiled as she lifted her pen, looking down at his cock then glancing at his face, blushed, and quickly signed. He was throbbing. Going last today was going to be painful. He wanted to take her now. He nodded at Edward and Nikki and they began seducing the class with their well rehearsed audience fuck fest.

Edward stopped kissing Nikki, pulled her across the bed gently, and then helped her off the bed. They both stood facing the class. She looked shyly from face to face turning red. She’d never imagined she would be standing in front of the room letting Edward undress her in front of a class. Oh God what if they got turned off because of her tummy roll. She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably nervous.

Eric was gazing lustfully at them next to Deborah and Teva. He was smiling in anticipation. Resting a hand against Deborah’s leg he stroked her hair with his other hand leaning into her.

Nikki felt more confident as Edward nibbled on her neck and unclasped her bra. Her huge tits cascaded out from their constraints plump and firm. He massaged her nipple until it was as hard as an eraser from behind and began pulling her skirt down to the floor letting it fall stepping her out of it. She had on some sexy panties but he wanted her completely naked so he pulled these down slowly making eye contact with some of the other girls knowing they would be wet.

Unbuttoning his pants, he let them fall to the floor where he kicked them aside. His rock hard cock was touching Nikki, he had her leaned back against his body pulling his cock between her legs, and rubbing it against her clit. He put the head of his cock inside her feeling her wetness surround him before pulling out and rubbing her clit again and again plunging a little into her before pulling out and doing this again and again.

Nikki was half crazed wanting to be fucked so bad he could feel it building. He walked her back both facing the class towards the bed. Edward sat down first and guided Nikki onto his cock where he guided himself deeply inside her.

Nikki let out a noticeable groan, “Oh oh, oh God”. She looked around at all the eyes on her. All the expressive faces knowing Edward was buried in her pussy, she was completely naked facing an entire classroom full of people, and she had his cock buried as deep as it would go.

Edward was rocking into her while she rode him facing the class. She moved her hips and grind-ed on his cock as he wrapped his arms around her so he could get his hands on her nipples and massage and twist her tits while she rode him hard. Edward buried his face in her hair kissing the nape of her neck while he nibbled on her ear as she rode him.

Nikki was looking around at a college auditorium completely filled with students. She was fucking her boyfriend while facing them, her tits exposed. This was really happening. She was naked. The class wasn’t revolted they were turned on and looking at them lustfully. Her weight didn’t matter. The fact that Edward was being so willingly fucked by her in front of them excited them. She wanted to change her position and let Edward lead. So she got off his cock and lay on her side facing the class lifting her leg for Edward to slide into her from behind.

Edward grabbed her leg and held it up for a good angle and pounded into her from behind. He really wanted to fuck her in the ass but would save it. He nibbled on her ear feeling the heat and momentum build when she started quivering.

“Oh, oh I’m about to …….” She started to shake and groan huskily.

Edward slipped out of her, then poured some lubricant he had laying the bed onto his cock, and plunged into her ass while he finger fucked her. He guided her hands into her pussy with his so they could both manipulate her cunt as she got fucked in the ass. She wasn’t expecting this. She was stunned she rarely let him fuck her in the ass and he didn’t ask her now. She was so close and their fingers felt so good writhing together inside her cunt and rubbing against her clit with his cock in her ass filling her. The pure shock of it all brought her over the edge. He was fucking her in the ass in front of everyone.

The shock of it also turned him on so much he almost didn’t make it out of her ass but he wanted everyone to see him blow his load all over her.

“Oh fuck yah, your ass feels so hot Nikki I love having all these hot girls seeing me fuck you in the ass before I fuck some of them.”

He pulled his cock out with his hand guiding it towards her as the warm wet release hit her tits and covered both breasts facing her towards their audience. “I can’t wait to fuck another girl in front of this sexy bitch like she fucked her teacher in front of me.”

The students hooted, clapped, and cheered. Nikki was surprised. Edward was still jealous and wanting to fuck another girl in front of her. The idea of this turned her on and she gazed around wondering who the girl would be. She lay there naked contemplative looking at Kristy. Kristy was gazing at her and her body. Nikki wanted to walk up to her and lick her pussy knowing she would be wet and probably tasting innocent and sweet but didn’t know how she would feel or react she was jealous of the plans Trevor had for her.

Trevor stood up, “Thank you for starting us off with a bang, he looked pointedly towards Teva and Deborah, now who wants to see the twins get fucked?”

She was eighteen and never fucked! A virgin barely kissed. But unlike her friends who went on and on about their weekly romps with their boyfriends who were more interested in spider man than sex, Emma was at a loss. She didn’t want to admit to them her laughs and carefully slotted observations and opinions came from pornos and playboy. She wanted sex but with man not a boy. She wanted someone who could tease and please her. Make her breasts heave and her cunt wet and drip. She wanted man who could drive crazy with lust and dangle her off the edge. But how was going to find that at the all girls catholic private school she and her friends attended?

Then along came Mr. Andrews. Jace Andrews. Emma got wet the moment she laid eyes on him. Fresh out of teacher’s college he wasn’t even thirty yet. He was tall with short, rich brown wavy hair and had very broad shoulders under his dress shirt. His voice was deep and friendly. Also, she could see a slight bulge in his baggy dress pants meant he was packing. She went up to talk to him a few times during his first week and he was also very nice and even gave her a hug once. She smelt his sweet dolce & gabana cologne and bit her lips as the part in between her legs got hot. He was perfect!

She spent nights rubbing her dripping pussy, thinking about him on top of her. She would lie half naked and rub her C cup tits imagining it was his hands and tongue brushing against them. She had to have him and soon! She wasn’t the only one who though he was incredible. Some of the other girls flirted with him and even some teachers. If she didn’t make a move and soon someone else will.

On Friday she went up with the other girls to his desk, handing in mid-term essays. She made sure she was the last one she to ask him a question.

“Sir,” she said in her most innocent tone of voice. “I was wondering, I’m having a lot of trouble with one subject and I was wondering if maybe I can see you after school for extra help?”

“Sure Emma,” he replied. “You know I’m here to help. How about you drop by ten minutes after the last bell?”

“Sounds good Sir.” He flashed her his brilliant white smile as she returned to her desk.

When the day ended, she went to the nearest washroom and changed into an altered version of the school uniform. Then at fifteen past, she made sure the school was empty before returning to Mr. Andrews’ class room. She entered and shut the door, wearing a violet trench coat.

“Ah Emma.” Mr. Andrews greeted. “So what can I help you with?”

She turned around slowly, holding the belt of the coat. “Well sir, I’m a little embarrassed, but I’m so confused I don’t think I can let this go on much longer.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Mr. Andrews said calmly, waving her forward. “I’m here to help you in any way I can. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Well you see, in class I’m having trouble concentrating.” Emma started to say meanwhile she began to pull the knot loose on the belt of her coat.

“Is the material too difficult?” he asked.

“No… It’s you.” She undid the knot and let her coat fall. Underneath she revealed the school uniform but the shirt had a low v-neck neck and was altered to cup her tits up and tight, the material stretching over her push up bra. She had fishnet stockings under a belt-like kilt that showed off her newly tanned midriff.

She looked carefully at Mr. Andrews, praying he wouldn’t shout.

‘Want me,’ she begged internally. To her pleasant surprised he slowly put his pen down and there was a glimmer in his eyes.

“Me?” He stuttered a little which Emma found to be cute. “Am I distracting you in some way?”

“Well yes,” she continued. She walked around his desk so he could get a good look at her.

“Every time I see you in class… I feel strange.”

“How so?”

“Well I start to feel hot. My cheeks turn red and…” He stood up and she sat down at the other end of his desk.

“Go on.” He said in almost a whisper. “You can tell me anything Emma.”

”Oh teacher!” she closed her legs tightly, hoping to excite him. “I’m so embarrassed!’

It appeared to be working. He walked around his desk, staring at her. His jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Please,” he sighed, losing control of his voice. “You can say it.”

“I get hot… down there.” She pointed to her kilt. “Between my legs, in my private area.”

“Really? That must be distracting.” He reached her and caressed her cheek. “You poor girl.”

“Oh my!” Emma turned away a little bit and clutched in between her legs.

“Did I do it again?” he asked.

“Yes.” She turned back to him. “My private feels all warm hot… and… strange… It’s wet teacher.”

She loved the way his eyes widen as he looked down at her hands over kilt between her legs. He was actually blushing a little too.

“Does it… Always get wet?’ he asked her, stepping closer.

“At first it was just hot.” Emma said slowly. “But then as more time passed I started to notice how handsome you are. Your board and strong shoulders. Your legs and…Ah!”

Emma started to move her hand up and down her pussy lips, covered by a lacy black pair of panties. Mr. Andrews couldn’t believe the sight. It was so arousing and wrong at the same time. But it made it all the more exciting.

“Oh no!” Emma moaned. “See what happens. Every time I see you, I just get all hot and wet. And then all I want to do is rub my privates until they sore!” Emma tried to close her legs but still rubbed.

“I’m a good student, teacher.” She looked at him but kept her eyes narrow and lustful. “I’m a good girl. But this keeps happening. Help me Teacher! Help me so I don’t have this constant need!” She moaned loudly.

Mr. Andrews grabbed her hands and slowly pulled them away.

“Yes, Emma.” He said to her. “I’ll help you. I know exactly what’s wrong and how to fix it.”

“Oh good!” Emma sighed. “Thank you Teacher.”

He drew his face close to her and planted his lips on hers. He kissed her slowly and when she responded he started to kiss her harder. He caressed her cheeks with one hand and explored her body with the other. He moaned feeling how nicely developed she was for a girl her age. She was actually sexier than some of the women his age. His hand soon reached below her waste and he slowly placed it on her panties, which were indeed quite soaked. When Emma felt his hand, she gasped and pulled back.

“Oh teacher!” she cried. “Is this right? Should you be touching me?”

“In order for me help you Emma, I have to touch you, and more.” Mr. Andrew explained. “Can you let me do everything that I need to? Will you let me and do exactly what I say, no matter what?

Emma stared into his eyes and tried to maintain her innocent school girl confused face, but inside she was doing cart wheels. He was being so sexy and completely turned on by her. She wanted it and him so baldy and was pleased to see he felt the same.

“Alright teacher.” She replied. “Just… Promise you’ll be gentle.”

“Of course, Emma.”

She gasped. He kissed her again and started to rub her with two fingers. She sighed, enjoying the small sensations along her pussy. She had masturbated many times, picturing him fondling her. She was already so aroused she could feel herself getting more wet already.

“Mmm! My my Emma.” He murmured, pulling away to look. “You’re practically dripping.” He began to use his whole hand to rub. His thumb rested tightly on her mound and the rest of his fingers stroked along her clit beneath her panties. He then licked her lips and she licked him back. Shortly they were sucking and slurping each other’s tongues, moaning and sighing.

“Emma,” He groaned between their kisses. “Do you like me?’

“Yes teacher.” Emma sighed. “I really, really like you.”

“Good.” He pulled away from her again and looked at his hand on her pussy.

“You’re still dripping. So I’m going to try to cool you down and dry you.” He said seductively.

“How teacher?” Emma asked.

Mr. Andrews knelt down and spread her legs. “Oh my!” Emma cried as he grabbed the band of her panties and slid them down, pulling them right off her dangling legs. Emma notice her juices stuck to her panties.

“You smell nice Emma.” Mr. Andrew said, his head close to her pussy lips. Emma got more excited, feeling his breath.

“Teacher, that’s embarrassing.” She cried.

‘”I think it’s sexy.” He commented. Emma gasped as he held her legs open and ran his tongue down to up her wet pussy lips. He smacked his lips loudly tasting her.

“Mmmm! You taste good Emma.” Emma couldn’t respond as he began to lick her more. She sighed moaned and held his head close, spreading her legs wider. His tongue flicked over and over and started to worked against her clit. She groaned, “Oh teacher!” as he stimulated her clit with his tongue. It felt amazing! Soon she couldn’t tell the fluids apart. His warm tongue teased her vaginal opening and worked around her pussy lips, making everything very wet.

“Oh Emma,” Mr. Andrews suddenly said and stood up. “It doesn’t seem to be working as I thought. “

“I guess not.” Emma confessed, disappointed he stopped licking her.

“But it seems now I have a problem.” Mr. Andrews held Emma’s face and pointed down. Emma looked and saw a huge bulge at the crotch of his pants. She could see the brass zipper, barley able to contain the swelled member underneath.

“Are you wet and hot too, teacher?”Emma asked, trying not to sound too teasing.

“I’m hot,” Mr. Andrews confessed. “But hard not wet. But I need to be wet. I need to cool down.” He held Emma’s face with both hands and kissed her hard.

“Help me.” He gasped when he let her go.

Emma breathless, simply nodded. He sat beside her and pulled the zipper and button of his pants, and pulled his cock out. Medium, soft chest nut hairs crowned his fleshly dick. Emma was pleasantly surprised to see he was circumcised. His dick was smooth, pink, and had a perfect mushroom top with a clean, visible hole.

“Come,” he said to her. “Wrap those luscious lips around this,”

Emma obeyed, bending down, practically laying. She took the cock in both hands and opened her mouth wide, taking the tip in and began to lick and suck.

“Mmm! Emma!’ Mr. Andrews moaned. “That’s good!” She began slowly, and tried to make the sounds the girls in the pornos she watched made. She moved her lips up and down the shaft, and began to wiggle his balls with her free hand. It felt strange, having this long, soft but stuff log, like a strange tasting, giant sausage in her mouth. When she began to taste the salty precum, she began to enjoy herself and go faster. Mr. Andrews has begun fondling her breasts and sighing and groaning throughout.

“Suck my balls too!” he gasped at one point. “I need to be cooled down everywhere.” Emma released his cock but continued to rub it with one hand as she reached under and tasted his balls with her tongue. “Teacher,” she sighed. “Are you sure this isn’t wrong?’ she asked.

“If you like me, and want this.” He whispered back, “Then no, there’s nothing wrong.” He suddenly grabbed her head, causing her to take almost his whole cock into his mouth, practically choking. “Now you’re about to see how wet you’ve made me.” Emma continued to suck, moving her head faster and faster. Her fingers dripped in her saliva and she used these to rub Mr. Andrews balls. She was ecstatic. Her pussy continued to drip as she sucked his cock, which had become long, hard, and large in her mouth.

“Oh Emma!” Mr. Andrew gasped. “I’m gonna spray it into your mouth!”

He grabbed her head tightly as she hesitated briefly.

“Keep going! Don’t take it out!”

Emma obeyed and continued to suck, faster and faster, moving her head more. She even nibbled the tip.

“I’m gonna cum Emma!” Mr. Andrews cried. Emma gave a muffled moan as Mr.Andrews cock twitched and sprayed his milky white seed down her throat. She tried to swallow, but some of it dripped out of her mouth. Emma sat back, opening her mouth. Mr. Andrews’ dripping cock flopped down as she covered her mouth and swallowed. His cum had an incredibly strong taste. Salty-sweet, but when it hit her throat it was like a shot of vodka. It made her feel light headed.

“Oh my god!” she finally gasped. She looked up at him to talk about how yummy and sweet his cock was when he pressed his lips against her. She let his hand run along her legs and screamed with pleasure when a finger found its way inside her pussy.

“Good girl! You’re incredibly wet.” Mr. Andrews said, pulling his face from her to look down at her pussy. Emma started to scream. “Oohh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Mmmahh! Ohhh!” Loudly and almost rhythmically as he works her pussy hole with his fingers and her clit with his thumb.

“How many times have you fingered yourself thinking about me?” Mr. Andrews asked. At first Emma couldn’t answer due to the stimulation, so he slowed down a little to let her speak,

“Lots of times.” She confessed with a moan. “At first… mmmahhhh! We just… just kiss! Ohhh God! But then we end up having sex! Mmmm ahhhhh! Baby!”

“You’re so naughty!” Mr. Andrews cooed. “I love it!” He started to shove his finger into her pussy, causing Emma to scream loudly. She never thought she could feel anything like this. Her pussy was burning inside and out. Her hips kept trembling and moving forward so her pussy rubbed against his hand. Her pussy throbbed around his finger. He grabbed her breast with his other hand, using his thumb to tease and move her nipple. She moaned loudly.

“Oh teacher!” she cried. “Please, please, teach me how to have sex like an adult.”

“You sure that’s what you want?” He twisted his fingers inside her and she screamed.


It felt like he had torn what was left of her clothes completely off. He cleared his desk with two swings of his arms. Then he carried Emma and laid her on it. He then started to lick her pussy again, moving his tongue into her pussy, licking the walls in circles. Emma saw that as he licked her, he had dropped his shirt and pants and pulled out a condom.

Emma breasts bounced as she moved against his incredible tongue. When he stopped licking her she started to rub her own pussy. She could feel how soaked and slippery it was. She gave soft moans as he licked and sucked her tits. Soon he stopped and stood up. She sat up a bit and saw the most arousing sight. Mr. Andrews stood in front of her completely naked. She could now see how buff and toned his body was. His long arms had beautiful muscles. His stomach was smooth with gorgeous curves running down his sides and melted into his buttocks. His cock was huge, red and covered with a clear condom. Emma smiled but teased him by closing her legs.

“Oh teacher,” she cried. “What if we get caught?”

“Mmm. It’s late.” Mr. Andrews murmured, grabbing her erect tit with one hand and his cock with the other. “No one will come.” He reached her face and kissed her roughly. They took turns sucking and biting each other’s lips and tongues. Emma gasped loudly when he stopped. He pulled her legs wide and wrapped them around his body. He then gazed at her intensely and started stroking the tip of his huge cock around her pussy hole.

“Now, my sexy little student,” he growled. “Are you actually a virgin?”

Emma gave him a huge smile, feeling her pussy drip another glob. “I am. That’s why I want you to teach me. Show me how to fuck teacher!”

“Oh baby!” He pulled her up and kissed her hard again. “It might hurt a bit at first,” He whispered in her ear. Emma moaned loudly, feeling three emotions at once. Extreme arousal. Pleasure. And impatience. He was so close. His cock raised up against her soaked and sticky pussy.

“But I swear, I’m gonna make you feel something you’ve never felt before.” Emma moaned loudly as he put the tip of his cock into her opening.

“And it’s gonna be fucking amazing.”

Emma’s moans soon became cries as he thrust his cock into her slowly, pushing it in inch by inch with each thrust. Emma threw her head back as Mr. Andrew held her from behind and kissed her neck and lower on her shoulders and then her tits. She screamed when he was half way in, her vaginal opening stretching to accommodate his thick shaft.

“Oh Jace!” she screamed.

“Does it hurt Emma?’ Mr. Andrews asked, half groaning with delight at how tight her beautiful pussy was.

“Mmmahhhhhhhhhhh!” was all Emma could say. Her pussy lips throbbed painful but also with sweet expectation. She needed his rod in her now! She grabbed his hips and started to pull her body closer to his. They both moaned as he moved in another inch.

“I’ve wanted this for so long!” she gasped. Her tits bounced as he thrust once more, gaining more ground. “Oh, fuck me! Please! Do it now!”

Mr. Andrews pressed his lips against Emma’s and start to eat and suck her mouth. As they kissed, he started to work his cock inside, using slow but powerful motions, going deeper and deeper until finally…


Emma was in ecstasy! Mr. Andrews had loss complete control and was now plunging his cock deep inside her. His balls slammed against Emma’s ass as he rammed her pussy, using a circling motion. Emma legs tighten around Mr. Andrews’ body as she screamed with lust. Her pussy was burning on his hot rod and she felt every single thrust hit her pussy, ass, and all the way up her to tits and head. Soon he stopped kissing her and start kneading her tits and moaning. Soon she started get really into it, and began to cry:

“Yes! That’s it! Fuck, you’re so good! Oh my God! I’ve never felt this before! Yeah! That’s right. You’re so deep! Yes! Slam your huge cock into me! I’m gonna explode! Oh Jace! Jace! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Take me! Fuck! Fuck!”

Mr. Andrews could only respond by moving his hips in rhythm with her and gave loud groans. He moved her legs on top of his shoulders so he could go deeper still. He now moved faster as his cock twitched and Emma felt a new sensation deep inside her pussy. It started as a thin burning hot fire and soon exploded into river of pleasure that surged through her body. Emma gave a deep cry as her body trembled.

“Yeah Baby! That’s it. Cum all over me!” Mr. Andrews cried. Emma’s pussy literally exploded, as if on command, and her juices leaked loudly from her well plugged vaginal hole. Mr. Andrews sped up his thrusts as Emma’s earth shattering orgasm continued. Then he grabbed her and slammed her against him as his balls tightened and he came.

“FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK! EEEMMMMMAAAAAAA!!!” He roared as his seed squirted into the condom. Emma screamed with him as the last of her orgasm rippled through her body. They soon collapsed on the desk and Mr. Andrews slowly pulled out. Emma moaned and gasped, her body limp and shaking from small after comes. He grabbed her and slowly and softly kissed her tits, tummy and finally her pussy lips. She moved down and kissed him hard.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Oh teacher! That was fucking amazing.”

“Yes, it was.” He smiled. “You are such an amazing woman.” He said as he bit her lip.

Emma reached and grabbed his hand and shoved a finger in her still burning hot pussy.

“I want you to teach me more, teacher.” She spoke in her soft, seductive voice. “I want to learn everything about fucking so I can make you come. So I can taste you and smell you all over.” She grabbed her tits and rubbed them hard, moving them around and against her chest. “I want to feel your cum in me!”

Mr. Andrews’ eyes bulged as he stared at Emma whose breasts were pink from being pulled, squeezed, licked, and touched and her gorgeous tight pussy that was already melting on his fingers.

“Oh Emma.” He finally said and grabbed her as he wiggled his fingers inside.

“I intend to teach you everything. My little student whore!”


‘Not you, Heidi.’

Last to leave, you halt in the doorway, my firm tone stopping you instantly.

‘Come here. Close the door.’

‘Yes, sir’. I hear the slight tremble in your voice; you know you are in trouble.

Obediently you shut the door and approach my desk. I watch you carefully, setting my features into grim disapproval as my gaze lingers its way up your body from your white-socked calves, over your firm thighs to the hem of your short skirt, then following the buttons on your blouse to your breasts where the outline of your nipples can just be determined — your bra must be very thin, very sheer. I meet your eyes at last and you blush and hang your head, clasping your hands behind your back and standing up straight so that your breasts strain against the fabric of your blouse.

‘Do you know why I called you back, Miss Presswood?’

‘No, sir.’ You dart me a quick glance and hang your head again. I only call you ‘Miss Presswood’ when you’re in trouble.

I stand up, taking the long wooden ruler from the desktop. My penis is beginning to swell in my trousers but with your head down, you won’t notice it. I move to stand behind you, slightly to one side. You make to turn your head, but I stop the movement by touching the tip of the ruler to your cheek. You flinch slightly.

‘Face the front, Miss Presswood. Hands by your sides.’ I stand very close to you. I can sense you trembling. My penis is straining now, aching. ‘You are a disgrace, Miss Presswood. Your skirt is far too short for modesty, it should come to here.’ I touch your thigh an inch above the back of your knee. ‘Instead it is all the way up here.’ I run my finger up your soft skin to meet the hem of your skirt. My finger is about two inches from the junction of your thighs. I move it a little higher. I can feel your heat. I leave it there and say, ‘What have you to say about that.’

‘Oh, sir,’ you gasp. ‘I’m very sorry, sir. It was all I had to wear today.’

‘Was it, Miss Presswood?’ I move my finger up and down, just a little so it brushes your underwear. Very smooth. Damp. You give a little whimper. I remove my hand and take an audible breath through my nose. ‘Were all your other skirts dirty, Miss Presswood?’

‘Yes, sir,’ you whisper.

‘Then you must be a very dirty girl, Miss Presswood. Are you?’

‘No, sir. I mean yes, sir.’ Flustered you blush again.

‘Let me be clear, Miss Presswood. Today you are dressed in a skirt that is far too short for decency and a blouse that is at least a size too small. I detect lipstick and rouge. And if I am not mistaken, perfume.’ I lean very close to your silky dark hair and, taking it in my fingers, smell. ‘Perfumed shampoo and also perfume on your skin.’ still holding your hair, I put my nose to the nape of your neck. ‘Frankly, Miss Presswood, you look like a common prostitute. Is that what you wanted?’

‘No sir,’ your whisper now is barely perceptible.

‘Do you know what prostitutes do, Miss Presswood?’

The merest shake of your head. I’m holding it quite firmly in my fist now. I use it to turn you round and hold your head up to look at me.

‘Then it is time you learnt so that there will not be a repetition of this disgraceful exhibition. On your knees.’

You look uncomprehending but I twist your hair and exert enough force to set you on your way to kneeling. Unbalancing slightly on your way down, you clutch my thighs for support. I let the ruler fall to the floor with a clatter that makes you start, but when I release your hair and unfasten my trousers your look turns from surprise to outright shock. You seem frozen, petrified like a rabbit in headlights.

‘Prostitutes, Miss Presswood, perform fellatio, amongst other things. Or in their parlance: suck cock. You, Miss Presswood, are going to suck my penis like a cock-hungry little slut, and once you have learnt to perform that task to my satisfaction, we shall turn to the rest of your punishment. Listen carefully. You will take down my shorts and use your mouth and tongue on my penis and testicles. You may kiss and lick at first but quite quickly you will take the tip in your mouth and suck. While you are doing this, you will moan with pleasure — I like my whores to sound appreciative. Do you understand?’

You nod. I slap your face, not very hard.

‘Yes, sir,’ you mumble, not taking your eyes from the bulge of my throbbing penis trapped within my cotton shorts.

‘Good girl.’ at these words, a quick smile flashes across your face and the welling tears subside. ‘Be a good girl, Heidi and suck me.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Your reach for the band of my shorts. As you start to pull them down, I put my hands over yours and stop you. You look uncomprehending, almost fearful, as if you’ve done something wrong.

‘Beg, Heidi,’ I say. ‘Beg for my big penis like the cock-hungry little slut you are.

You beg.

‘Please, sir, oh please sir, please let me suck your cock.’ You nuzzle it through the fabric. ‘Please, sir. Please. I need to suck your cock, sir. Please. like the little slut I am. I want it.’ You kiss it through the cotton. ‘I need my mouth filled with hard cock, sir.’

I release your hands and you tear down my shorts. My penis is free and rampant. You clasp it in both hands and moan. Then you look straight up at me.

‘Please, sir,’ you say very calmly and seriously. ‘Please may I suck this magnificent penis. I promise to be such a good girl.’

I nod and you suck. You make little whimpers of satisfaction when I begin to thrust and shift your hands to my backside, crasping and clawing as I begin to fuck your face in earnest. When I come, it feels like a fountain erupting from my balls. You drink it all and don’t stop licking until my penis is clean.

‘Thankyou, sir,’ you say. ‘I hope I have been a good girl.’

‘Yes, Heidi,’ I say. ‘A very good girl. I tug you to your feet by the hair, but quite gently and smile indulgently at you as you beam up at me. I slide my hand under your dress onto your rump. You freeze.

‘What’s this?’ I say, feeling the warmth of your firm round buttock. ‘Are you wearing a thong, Miss Presswood?’

‘Yes, sir.’

Then you must bend over the desk, Miss Presswood, and prepare to be punished.

You bend, pressing your upper body against the polished mahogany. I take down your skirt and thong in one smooth motion, revealing your plump little arse and smooth-shaven cunt. My penis is sticking straight out again, and it twitches at the sight. I put the head against the lips of your wet cunt.

‘This will be a most severe punishment, Miss Presswood,’ I thrust my penis straight into you, all the way. You are hot and tight and wet. I tell you so, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, ‘You have a very tight little cunt, Miss Presswood. Such a pretty little cunt.’ I withdraw, then slam into you again. ‘So very tight and wet.’ And you moan as I fuck you with long, brutal strokes. ‘Are you sorry, Miss Presswood?’ I gasp as I fill you with my full length again. You just whimper and nod your head as best you can.

I press my hard stomach against your taut, round young arse, reach underneath you and tear open your blouse, scoop your beasts from your skimpy bra and fondle them. As I brush the nipples, you come explosively, your cunt tightening on my hard penis and you shriek. As you subside, I pull out, still erect. You moan and beg, cry out with alarm as I return, but this time to your anus.

‘No, sir, please, sir. Please fuck me in my cunt sir –’ Your pleas are cut short, turn into a little scream as I force into you. i put my hands on your wrists, holding you down. You squirm beneath me on the desk, grinding your arse against me. Three strokes is all it takes and I come again.

Once I have recovered, I withdraw and you kneel and clean me again with your mouth and tongue. I feel my penis stiffen again and I allow you to suck me to a third orgasm.

‘That will do for today, I think, Heidi.’ I say after your tongue has removed the last traces of semen for the third time. But understand that I shall be keeping a close eye on you and will not hesitate to punish any further infractions even more severely.’

‘Thankyou, sir,’ you say. ‘Thankyou for teaching me to be a good girl again.’ I watch you as you dress and leave, holding the door for you. A girl in the corridor outside catches my notice.

‘Miss Di Ruffia! A word with you please.’

I am grading papers when I look up to see Jasmine standing at the doorway of the classroom. I don’t know how long she had been standing there, but it is pretty obvious she wants to see me. I wave her in and she smiles as she nods, walking toward my desk.

“Mr. Thomas?” she says meekly.

“What can I help you with Jasmine?”

“Well, it’s about my report,” she says even more shyly. “I worked real hard on it and I was not expecting the grade I got.”

I look her over and smile. Here is a very bright and beautiful woman of twenty-four standing in front on me and at the moment all I can think about is having my cock in her. Pulling my head out of the gutter I say, “I was surprised with the paper myself, but you left out several, very important details of some of your points.”

“I tried really hard to relay that Mr. Thomas,” she pleads.

I know she tried hard and I feel bad for having to cut her grade shorter than any of her other works, but I just couldn’t play favorites. “This was different than your other papers and I could see you tried something a little different and harder. I graded you accordingly so that you could learn from it and improve yourself.”

“Is there something I can do to make up for it Mr. Thomas?” she asks politely.

“I don’t have anything for extra credit this late in the semester,” I reply.

“Are you sure?” she asks pulling at the hem of her shirt.

I swallow hard. Is this woman toying with me?

“Unless you have some idea then we can work something out,” I say testing the waters.

Jasmine smiles and pulls off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. She stands there with just her skirt and blue laced bra on. “What do you think Mr. Thomas?” she asks. “Will you take fucking my ass as extra credit?”

Once again I swallow hard. I can feel my cock harden and push against my pants. “Yes, I think we can do that,” I say.

Forgive me, I am weak I know, but when you have a twenty-four year old standing half naked in front of you, taking off her clothes, you don’t hesitate.

“Good,” she says unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. “Are you ready for me Mr. Thomas?”

She walks around my desk and pushes me back in my chair before turning around and bending over the desk. I get up instantly and pull off her skirt then I run my tongue in small circles around her lower back before moving down her ass. I plant gentle kisses along her skin before running tongue along the fabric of her matching blue panties.

Jasmine moans quietly as my tongue traces its way along the crack of her firm ass. I take her panties and begin pulling them off, sliding them down her long, sexy legs. Then I lower my head and kiss the top of her ass crack. She lets out a soft moan as I drag my tongue down her ass crack and then back up.

Jasmine moves up onto the desk further onto her hands and knees. Then she lets her legs slide out, still bent at the knees, until she is practically doing the splits right there on my desk. It just makes her ass look even more irresistible. I run my tongue down her ass crack and onto her tight little hole.

“Mr. Thomas—” she starts to say, but is cut off when my tongue slips into her asshole. “Oh my god,” she moans instead.

I tease her a little, by licking around her tight little hole, driving her crazy.

“Don’t tease me,” she says.

I do as corrected and I thrust my tongue as far into her asshole as I can.

“That feels so good,” she groans.

When her ass is nice and wet, I push my face into her, forcing my tongue even deeper inside her. I start sliding my tongue in and out until she is nice and loosened up. Then I pull away and stick my finger into her hole.

I slide my finger in slowly, watching as her tight ass swallows up my finger and grips it tightly in place. I can tell she wants more, as her ass is clenching and unclenching around my finger.

“How does it feel?” I ask.

“So fucking good Mr. Thomas. Give me more!”

“How about another finger?” I ask smiling to myself.

“Oh god yes!” she cries.

I push in another finger and start thrusting back and forth. Jasmine buries her face into her arms as I continue to finger fuck her asshole. I lower my face and start to lick around my fingers as they penetrate her depths.

“Put your cock in me now!” she cries. “I want to feel it!”

Now I am beginning to wonder if this is just for extra credit or does she just want a cock in her ass as well.

I gently slide my fingers out of her ass and pull down my pants and underwear. My cock is already as hard as it can be. I spit into my hand and rub my cock with saliva, then spit onto her already glistening asshole. My fingers go back to work, rubbing my saliva into her tight hole.

I pull her ass apart further than it is already being stretched and begin to slide my slippery cock up and down her ass crack before coming to a stop at her tight little hole. She holds her breath as I begin to push. Her ass is tight and doesn’t give much, but I manage to squeeze my cockhead in with a slurping pop.

She groans as her tight hole clamps down around my cock. I stop and let her get used to the feeling. After a while she begins to relax a little more and I begin to move my hips around. I then push forward a little more. I keep her cheeks spread and I stare at my cock, half buried in her ass as she starts to play with her pussy.

“Keep going,” she urges. “I want to feel all of your fucking cock inside me.”

I reach around and grab the front of her thighs, pulling her back a little. She moaned louder as her ass slides down my cock. After a few more minutes I am completely buried in her tight ass. The feeling is amazing and I start grinding my hips into her ass. My balls are pressed firmly against her pussy lips and I can feel the vibrations from her playing with her clit.

“Mmm, I feel so full,” she says. “I just love it.”

As I withdraw I can feel her ass grabbing at my cock, trying to hold me in place. I pull back almost all the way out then push my way back up Jasmine’s asshole, this time a little faster.

“Oh my fucking god,” she whimpers as I bottom out again. She is squeezing her as tightly around my cock and I am having a hard time even moving it. “Faster,” she pleads.

I start fucking her a little faster, trying to control myself. Jasmine begins pushing her hips back at me and I stop. She increases her pace, thrusting her firm ass backward. She drops her head into her arms once again and screams as she is taken by an anal induced climax. I can feel her ass clenching and unclenching around my cock as she tries to milk it with her asshole. The feeling is incredible.

“Come on Mr. Thomas, fuck me!” she cries.

I grab her hips and thrust forward, feeding my cock to her hungry ass. She groans loudly as I pull out again then thrust back even harder. I pound her tight hole, driving my hips down into the desk and stop just before my cock explodes in her.

She turns and looks at me with a look of near sadness. “Do you want to try a different position?”

I nod and pull my cock free from her slippery asshole. She smiles and rolls over onto her back and pulls her legs up to her head. Before me sits her cleanly shaved pussy and I wonder if I would ever get the chance to try it.

Pulling her legs up to her head, her hips raise up off the desk. I move forward and slip my cock into her waiting asshole. This position is even better. I stare down at my cock moving in and out of her body, then up to her face. Her eyes are closed in pleasure and a soft moan resonates from her lips. I know I am not going to last much longer.

“Jasmine,” I say. “I’m going to cum soon.”

She looks up at me and says, “Will you fill my ass up with your hot cum?”

I nod and keep fucking her. I start going faster and faster as I feel the cum rising inside of me. With a groan, my cock spasms and unloads a massive torrent of hot cum deep inside Jasmine’s well fucked asshole.

“Ohhh,” she squeals. “That feels good.”

I keep my cock firmly embedded in her ass for a few moments before I pull out. As my cock slips from her ass, it is followed by a trickle of my cum. I collapse back into my chair.

Without a word, Jasmine slips her panties back on. “Thanks Mr. Thomas, she says kissing me on the cheek. “That was amazing. Do I get that extra credit?”

I smile and say, “You sure do and then some.”

“I guess I will have to do some more extra credit work from now on,” she says snatching up her skirt.

I stare at her ass as she gets dressed. There is a small wet spot forming in her panties and I know it is from my cum dripping out of her freshly fucked asshole.

When she is dressed she heads for the door and before walking out she turns and smiles at me. Maybe I would get to try out the smooth pussy of hers after all.

South East England

August 25th 1996

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Mrs Parsons, or Sarah as she now insisted on being called, held up a folded piece of paper and waved it at James. They had met for drinks several times since the infamous sexual escapade at the end of term, always during one of James’ visits home from University, and he couldn’t remember her ever being as excited as she was tonight. Every time they had met it had been a fantastic night: full of laughs, saucy conversation and an ungodly amount of flirting, but much to James’ frustration no evening had ever ended in any kind of physical interaction. She always dressed fairly modestly for their ‘dates’, but James knew what kind of body was unjustly hidden underneath her layers of clothing and desperately wanted to familiarise himself with it again – but Sarah would never entertain his suggestions of after-drinks intimacy. She had spelled out exactly why during their very first date after the shower incident.

“It will never be as good,” she lamented. “We both know that. It was wish fulfilment. I got to seduce a naive and inexperienced student and you got to fuck the teacher you had fantasised about for 5-odd years. We’re never going to top that. And I want to remember it for what it was. And I do remember it James; an awful lot.”

So did James. He had enjoyed a couple of sexual encounters during his first year at university, but nothing as amazing as that first time, and with no one as stunning as Sarah – certainly no one as well-endowed. He was still a shy young man, not the cocksure kind of bloke that could easily flirt with his fellow students and get glamorous stunners into his bed. He had managed to charm a couple of bookish girls into several bouts of sexual exploration, and he had enjoyed them very much, but the image of Sarah’s cum-soaked breasts sitting below the filthy look on her face was a hard one to shift, and every sexual tryst paled in comparison. James had shared these frustrations with Sarah at their meetings, and she had even admitted that her sex life had felt a little tame since their erotic coupling, but she was adamant that casual sex would tarnish the memory of their realised fantasies. James just had to settle for the incredibly intimate chats they had instead. But it was at their most recent get-together that Sarah had hit upon an idea that she thought could recapture the magic of James’ incentive list.

“I was thinking about what you did – you know with your list,” she said enigmatically.

“What about it?”

“It was nothing to do with the grades, was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I feel a bit stupid for not thinking of it like this before, but you didn’t use the incentive to see my tits to get a good grade, did you? You used the excuse of needing a good grade to talk me into showing you my tits. You basically thought up a very clever plan that offered the slim possibility of making a fantasy come true.”

“Well I thought if I had just asked for a titty fuck after school one day, you might have refused,” James intoned with mock seriousness. Sarah guffawed in response.

“But that’s the thing, of course I would have. Refused, I mean. In that scenario I would have thought you were a total creep, I probably would have felt I had to tell someone, I would have been panicking about my career… I mean I wouldn’t have just been able to let that stand.”

“Fuck. Well I’m glad I didn’t do that then.” James felt a little sobered by the assertion. Sarah seemed to notice his unease and held out a warm hand for his own to clasp.

“But in your absolute genius,” she continued, “You created a scenario that kind of made sense. That felt safe. That was actually kind of sweet and adorable. The whole thing could be denied or refuted or ignored… well right up until the point I tit fucked you in the shower room, anyway.”

“What are you getting at?” James wondered out loud.

“You made your fantasy come true. With a lot of thought and a bit of ingenuity, you came up with a plan that actually made it come true. And I’m thinking maybe we could engineer a few more.”

James pondered what she was saying for a short moment.

“Well the fact that it was your fantasy too probably helped,” he offered.

“Sure, I met you halfway. But you came up with that plan all on your own. If there’s two of us – two horny geniuses; one boy, one girl – we could come up with some of our own, couldn’t we?”

“Why do we need to come up with clever plans to do stuff with each other?”

“We don’t, you idiot.” She slapped him upside the head with a beer mat. “Like I said, it would be easy to go back to mine and fuck each other, but that’s not the fun part…”

“I think it would be pretty fun.”

“It would be pretty fun, but it wouldn’t be amazing. You know what made our session in the shower so amazing?”

“The anticipation.”

“Exactly! The anticipation! I was thinking about ‘results day’ from the moment you gave me that list. I fantasised about holding up my end of the bargain a hundred times over. And the feeling of your plan coming to fruition, of us reaping the rewards of all your twisted little machinations…”

“Alright, steady on. So what specifically are you suggesting?”

“Let’s write another list. Of fantasies. Of things we’ve always wanted to do that maybe we can’t do with a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Things like… you know, getting a tit fuck from your teacher. You write one, I’ll write one; we’ll compare notes, try to work out ways of… you know… making them come true.”

As they continued to chat James slowly started to acknowledge the potential rewards of having a filthy partner-in-crime that he could collaborate with to fuel their respective fantasies. They went their separate ways with James’ head full of new sexual possibilities

Over the course of the next seven days, James became almost obsessive in concocting the contents of his list. His fantasies before his encounter with Sarah had been almost entirely dominated by situations involving his beloved teacher, but in the following year he had imagined and masturbated to a much greater variety of mental scenarios. He found that his solo activities were far more satisfying and enjoyable when he imagined situations that were grounded and within the realms of possibility. Picturing him seducing Phoebe Cates into an indecent act on a tropical beach was stimulating, sure, but not all that plausible. Catching a busty flat mate undressing in their shared accommodation was much more feasible – and therefore more of a turn on. Sarah’s proposed evolution of the incentive list was perfect for him, because it demanded feasible scenarios that could be engineered with a little guile and planning. James’ dirty mind went into overdrive as he imagined all the sordid things he could accomplish with the help of a willing and like-minded female accomplice. The ideas came thick and fast. And so did he, on an almost nightly basis.


“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Sarah could hardly contain her excitement when they met a week later. James was embarrassed to see that he had several pages of A4 paper covered in ink compared with the one neatly-typed page in Sarah’s hand, but was nonetheless eager to swap notes.

Sipping on her large glass of wine, which James had managed to secure at the bar before an erection had taken hold, Sarah carefully studied the list, occasionally smirking, occasionally letting out sounds of approval. Sarah’s list made for equally stimulating reading. A dozen different scenarios were simultaneously bouncing around in James’ head and three times as many possible ways to help bring them to fruition for his filthy companion. James wasn’t stupid; he knew that the more instrumental he was in making these fantasies a reality for Sarah, the harder she would work to do the same for him. He figured it was his turn to do her a favour considering the treat that had started all this, but Sarah refuted the logic.

“You came up with the first plan. My turn to come up with one for you,” she insisted. James wasn’t about to persuade her otherwise.

“Anything catch your eye?” he asked.

“Explain this one to me a bit more”.

Sarah lifted the second page towards James and held a perfectly painted nail against James’ fifth entry on the list titled ‘fake masseuse’.

“I went on holiday last year with my parents,” began James. “Just after the exam results actually. A very nice resort in Spain. And they had this hotel spa where I booked a massage. And it was really full on and intimate – I was completely naked under the towel and this woman was rubbing almost every inch of me with oil.”

“Mmmmm, was she hot?”

“No, she was about 50 and had a moustache.”


“But the point is, after I had finished I saw another woman in a towel go into another room for a massage and she really was hot. And a male masseuse followed her in! I remember thinking, ‘wow, if only I could get in with the spa staff and get them to let me pretend to be a masseuse’. I’d have waited until a foxy client came in and spent 60 minutes with my hands all over her. And she’s on vacation – she’s not going to know that I’m not staff!”


“Of course I’m not trained. I’d probably be found out after 10 minutes of rubbing the wrong muscles.”

“Not to mention the disproportionately large amount of time you’d spend on the tits.”

“Well yeah, there’s that too,” James acknowledged with a chuckle. “I guess I’d have to pace myself.”

Sarah pondered and was silent for a minute or so as James nursed his beer. Finally she looked up and fixed him with one of her trademark dirty smiles.

“A plan is forming,” she declared cryptically.

The conversation then moved on to other entries in the list and eventually onto the intriguing fantasies typed by Sarah. They chatted and drank and flirted well past closing time, the landlord seemingly rewarding them for their custom by leaving them be and letting them order from the bar long after the pub had closed – what the British lovingly call a ‘lock-in’. The seeds they planted in each other’s minds that evening would bear sensual fruit for many years to come.


A little under two weeks later, James received a call at his parents’ house where he was staying for the summer while they cruised around the Mediterranean. He desperately hoped it was Sarah – he hadn’t heard a peep from her since the lock-in and was desperate to share his thoughts about her list. But the youthful, slightly posh voice on the other end of the line was wasn’t hers.

“Oh, hi there. Is that James?” said the young woman in an upbeat, genial tone that immediately sat well him.

“Er, yes it is. Who’s that?”

“My name’s Emma. I was given your number by Sarah Parsons. I’d like to book you in for a massage if I can?”

James froze. Usually so good thinking on his feet, he had a minor panic attack at being so woefully underprepared for this opportunity.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’ve got the wrong number haven’t I?” she offered.

Faced with the fear of letting this chance slip through his fingers, James’ brain finally kicked into gear.

“No no. You’ve got the right number. Sorry, the receiver was playing up. Did you say Sarah Parsons?”

“Yes, she was eulogising about her sessions with you so I thought I’d book one too.”

“I’d be happy to. Emma, I don’t have my diary with me right now, would you mind if I called you back later today to arrange a time?”

“No of course not. Sorry, it is a bit early isn’t it? Have you got a pen?”

James jotted down her number and promised to call back as soon as he could. She gushed with thanks and put the phone down. James replaced the receiver and stood in shock for a while before being startled back into lucidity by the phone ringing yet again.

“Hi James, it’s Sarah. Thought I’d better give you some warning that you might be getting a phone call from a lovely young lady in the next few days.”

“You’re a bit late. I’ve just got off the phone with her now.”

“Oh Shit, have we blown it?”

“No, I blagged it. Told her I’d call her back when I found my diary. Who is she? What did you tell her?”

“God she’s keen. I only gave her your number this morning. Call her back and tell her 7.00 Wednesday evening at the nurse’s office at our school. I’ll fill you in on the rest later. Meet me at Gino’s for lunch.”

James returned Emma’s call and confirmed the appointment, careful to avoid engaging her in conversation in case he contradicted whatever Sarah had told her. In the brief exchange she sounded bubbly and sweet and James started imagining what she might look like.


At a local Italian cafe later that day, Sarah went through the details and revealed the extent of her planning.

“You know this running club I do with some of the sixth formers at Percy Forks?” she began.

Sir Percival Faulkner’s school for girls was located just a short way down the road from James’ old school. Another private establishment for well-to-do brain boxes, the two academic establishments were separate entities but they often collaborated in subjects such as music, drama and in some sports.

“Oh God, how old is she?” James queried.

“Don’t worry, she’s 18. Just finished her exams. Bit worried about university I think… interacting with all those young men after 7 years at a girls school.”

Sarah gave James a trademark fruity look. He was intrigued.

“Go on,” he said.

“Well, we all meet to go running about twice a week, and I’ve got to know some of them quite well. We even go out for drinks after the evening run sometimes. The ones who are old enough anyway. And I’ve been mentioning this wonderful guy who gives me a full body massage every once in a while. That he’s young and sweet and training to be a physiotherapist and is offering cut price massage sessions to help him practice and train. That he’s not yet qualified or experienced enough to do deep tissue techniques, but that it’s such a relaxing and sensual hour that it really doesn’t matter.”

“That is absolutely genius,” James marvelled.

“And you got a whole-hearted recommendation from me. I mentioned you to all the girls I thought you might be interested in getting your hands on, but this girl Emma was the only one I gave your number to.”

“Why her?”

“Well, first off she’s got a body I really think you’ll appreciate rubbing oil into. I’ve checked her out in the changing room showers, and I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of what you’re into. But mainly it’s because of the way she reacted when I subtly suggested the more ‘sensual’ aspects of the massage. I think she’ll be, shall we say, a little more receptive to your touch?”

James was developing a crushing erection just hearing about this.

“We need to set up the first aid room to be more like a spa. I can do that. Candles and a tape player and stuff. We’ll wheel the recovery bed into the centre of the room. It’s like a massage table anyway, the mattress is so hard. It’s height adjustable too.”

“Outstanding. You’ve really thought of everything.”

“One more thing. I told her that you would ask her if she would rather you avoided massaging her buttocks and breasts. Figured it would make you sound more professional and also give you an opportunity to read the situation; see if it would be appropriate for your wandering hands to do their thing. But I wholeheartedly recommended that she let you. Said it was the best part.”

“Paint a bit of a picture for me. What’s she like?”

“I don’t want to say too much in case I build her up. Let’s just say tall, lovely long brown hair and tits bigger than mine.”

That final bit of info elicited an audible moan from James’ throat. Sarah giggled, pleased that her machinations were yielding the desired results.


On the evening of the massage, Sarah met James at his old school. Despite it being the summer holidays, the main building and a select few sports facilities were kept open and maintained by a skeleton crew of administrators and cleaners. The main building, which housed the nurse’s office, was essentially deserted and would be locked up at 10.00 – plenty of time for James to indulge his fantasy with his unwitting, if not unwilling, customer.

Sarah showed him to the first aid room and was knocked out by the effort she had put in to decorate it appropriately: dozens of tea lights gave the room a soft, dimly-lit glow; relaxing classical music played at a low volume via a cassette player; and a burning incense stick filled the space with a flowery perfume. The adjustable bed, usually something terrifying-looking with a plasticky mattress topping a multitude of folding legs and wheels, was now an invitingly cosy table of white cotton and linen in the centre of the room.

“Right,” said Sarah, clapping her hands together. “You brought the oil?”

“About 10 different varieties,” responded James, holding up a heavy plastic bag as proof.

“You’ve done your homework about towel positions and stuff? What to ask and how to start?”

“I think so.”

“Great. Well have fun.” She indicated his black track suit bottoms and tight-fitting black T-shirt with a waft of her hand. “You certainly look the part. I’ve got some work to be getting on with. I’ll pop by after your ‘appointment’ and take you to the pub. You can tell me all about it.”


It was 7:05, twenty minutes after Sarah had left him, and James was worried he was going to be stood up. He was considering leaving to find his old teacher in the building when a bundle of hair and energy come exploding through the door of the nurse’s office.

“I am sooo sorry,” the young lady gasped, before catching her breath and addressing James with a much more assured if slightly too loud voice. “I don’t know why I thought the medical room would be in exactly the same place as in our school, but I went there anyway. Got lost. I’m Emma, pleased to meet you.”

James shook an outstretched hand and quickly examined the young woman it was attached to. Certainly tall, she stood a good few inches over him even in just her trainers. Her face was open and beaming and James couldn’t decide what was smiling more; her full lipped mouth or her large brown eyes. She was fixing him with such an intense yet happy gaze that he couldn’t avert his eyes from her face to examine her other attributes. She had golden brown skin and not much make up except for a huge amount of eye shadow, which only served to make her eyes look bigger. She was incredibly pretty, like a fashion model but with a rounder, friendlier face.

“Hi, I’m James. Don’t worry this place is like a maze. I’m amazed you found it at all.”

“Well Mrs Parsons did tell me but I’ve got a rubbish sense of direction. Where shall I put these?”

Emma held up the two bags in her hands and hyperactively looked around giving James a brief opportunity to look at her body. Sarah hadn’t been lying about her breasts; even buried under several layers of thin material and a hefty bra (judging by the thick blue shoulder strap on show), their ample nature couldn’t be disguised. She was not as slim as, say, Sarah Parsons, but she certainly was not overweight in any way. James imagined that her frequent running had given her a decently toned physique. He was about to find out first hand.

“Just pop them on that corner chair over there.”

As she turned away from him to deposit her belongings, he could see how long her straight brown hair was, the ends almost obscuring her behind. Her ass was not small but was incredibly round and pert. Some women, James noticed, simply had a place where their thighs met their back in a rather nondescript fashion. This was not the case with Emma – she had an ass! And a fucking good one. She turned around and swept her long straight-cut fringe away from her dark fluttering eyelashes.

“Right,” she puffed, before slapping her hands against the sides of her thighs and fixing James with an expectant stare. “Where do you want me?”

James gave her a warm smile and checked out her clothed body for the final time. He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants.

“We’re all ready to go in that room there. You can go in now and I’ll give you a few minutes to undress – you can just hang your clothes over the back of the chair. Lie face down on the table with a towel covering you, and I’ll join you in a moment.”

“Do I keep my knickers on, or should I be completely naked?”

James was slightly taken aback by the utter lack of coyness displayed.

“It’s entirely up to you. Some clients prefer to keep both their bra and knickers on, others like to be completely nude. So whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“OK great,” she said, and headed into the first aid room, gently closing the door behind her.

James was glad she entered as swiftly as she did, aware that his growing erection would soon be visible through his jogging bottoms. As he waited outside he wondered if he should have been more prescriptive, insisting she was totally naked. No, it was best that he gave her every opportunity to signal any discomfort. If he went back in and she was wearing her underwear underneath the towel, he would know that this would be a more subtle titillation for him and that he should avoid any direct sexual contact. That would be fine, he thought. It would be enough to stare at that semi nude body and rub his hands near and around her assets. He might even be able to persuade her to remove more clothing. His erection reached full capacity thinking about it. To disguise his arousal he reached into his joggers and pulled his erection up and slightly out of his briefs, using the waist band to hold it flat against his pelvis. He then secured his joggers further up his torso to cover the top of his erect cock sticking up out of his underwear. He took a deep breath, and approached the door of the first aid room, rapping on it gently three times.

“I’m ready,” came the distinctly calmer-sounding voice on the other side.

James entered to reverential silence as the music had reached the end of the tape. All that could be heard was the crackling flames of the candles and tea lights. He closed the entrance behind him and locked the old fashioned door with the brass key sticking out the keyhole, before placing it on its hook on the wall nearby. On the table in the middle of the room Emma was lying face down as instructed. A towel covered the area extending between her lower back and her knees, and James was ecstatic to note that her back was completely bare. She had tied up her long trusses in a messy bun revealing her broad shoulders and tanned athletic body. And underneath her honed torso he could see the sides of her massive breasts squashed between the surface of the table and her ribcage.

James attended to the cassette player and found himself standing right next to the chair where Emma had draped her clothes. Two items particularly caught his eye: the generously cupped blue bra and the non-matching pair of white cotton knickers. She was completely naked under the towel! James felt some precum ooze out of the tip of his cock; the pressure of the elasticated waistband was doing little to abate its sensitivity.

“It’s so peaceful in here,” Emma offered, her voice now hushed and calm.

“That’s the idea. We want you to be as relaxed as possible and just enjoy the next hour.”

James saw that Emma’s head was turned in the opposite direction and quickly succumbed to the temptation to pick up her bra and examine the label. She was a 36DD. James knew that it was inevitable that at some point in the next half hour he was going to ask Emma to turn over and catch a glimpse of the biggest tits he had ever seen in the flesh. More precum escaped.

As the music restarted Emma sighed with approval and lifted her dangling arms do that she could rest her chin on her hands. James quickly replaced the bra and approached the table, picking up a bottle of massage oil and another large cotton towel on his way. He stood over his ‘customer’ and took a deep breath, examining her smooth freckled back. Raising her head to rest her chin on her hands had caused her body to lift ever so slightly off of the table, and the sides of her breasts could now be seen more clearly. The flesh peeking out from the edges of her torso was more ample than he could have imagined, and it required a mental check to stop him reaching out and touching there straight away. Instead, he tried to act out his role as professionally as possible so as not to arouse suspicion (if nothing else).

He gently pulled the towel Emma had already covered herself with down slightly, so that it covered the majority of her legs and stopped just above the roundness of her buttocks. He then placed the second towel he had gathered over her back, covering from the neckline to the small of her back.

“Did Sarah explain that I don’t do deep tissue massage or sports massage at the moment?” he offered.

“Yes, she said you were still training. That you just did relaxation massages. Sounds perfect. I just want to unwind and enjoy being pampered.”

Perfect answer. James felt he might be able to push this innocent massage further when the time came. But not yet.

“I’ll start on your back. Let me know if I’m using too much pressure or not enough. The more we communicate the more enjoyable it will be for you.”

James folded the top towel away from him, revealing the left side of Emma’s back and the generous excess of breast flesh underneath. Keeping her hands at the top of the table, she turned her head to the side away from his gaze, allowing him to ogle the modestly presented yet still – underneath all that white cotton – butt naked young woman lying below him. He poured some oil into his warm hands and began firmly stroking her back with his lubricated palms. He explored every inch of her exposed form with strong strokes, the slippery oil allowing him to really engage with and manipulate her body.

“Mmmmm, that’s lovely,” croaked Emma.

James decided to be more bold. He began rubbing oil in purposeful circles into the skin on her sides, just below where her left breast was squashed and partially on display. He then started taking long passes down the entire side of her body with his fingers, ensuring that his finger tips brushed against her side boob with every alternate stroke. As a means of testing the waters, it was a success. All Emma did was sigh pleasurably. After several minutes he replaced the towel and folded it the other way so that he could administer to the other side of her back, and the edge of her right breast. They were small, subtle touches, but the way the flesh yielded under his slippery fingers was joyous. 15 minutes had passed and he was now getting unbearably horny with an overwhelming desire to see and feel more of her body. James knew that a professional masseuse would probably now cover the back and spend a good portion of time on the backs of the legs, but he was impatient. He wanted to be stimulated further and was keen to find out how far he could push things with Emma. He moved to the other side of the table, where the towel was double folded over her back, and lifted it up high enough so that it appeared he was trying to block his view, but low enough that he could actually see the right side of her body.

“OK, if you’d just like to lie on your back for me”, he tried to calmly ask, although the dryness in his throat may have betrayed him.

“Sure,” came the hushed response.

Emma propped her body up with her elbows and began to twist around. However, for the entire manoeuvre she fixed James with an intense yet friendly stare. He couldn’t catch a glimpse of anything without her seeing exactly where he was looking. In his peripheral vision he got the impression that a magnificent pair of tits were just an ogle away, but he couldn’t break eye contact. James was trying to read the look in her eyes. It seemed playful; almost as if she was thinking ‘I know exactly what you’re up to’. Well if she did, she didn’t seem too upset about it. Her back now resting fully in the table, James replaced the towel so that it sat just below her neck. He positioned himself at the top of the table, looking down at her face. She was just as pretty upside down. Now was the moment of truth.

“Some female clients prefer that I avoid touching their breasts. It’s entirely up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable about it I can avoid massaging that area altogether.”

Emma looked into his eyes with an ambiguous expression for what seemed like an eternity, before smiling.

“No, I don’t mind. If it’s a full body massage I might as well get my money’s worth. “

“Great,” came James’ unfortunate reply, as he let a fraction of the erotic anticipation that was welling inside of him escape into his words. He mentally admonished himself for such an unprofessional response, but Emma simply smiled knowingly and closed her eyes.

James took a silent deep breath, and ignoring all the modesty techniques that he knew a proper masseuse would incorporate in this scenario, peeled the top towel down to reveal Emma’s naked chest.

It was a sight of utter sensual beauty. For starters, the usually unflattering effects of gravity were seemingly absent. While her breasts were undeniably large, her 18 year old body had bestowed upon them an almost supernatural firmness that caused them to maintain a semblance of shape and pertness even though she was lying flat on her back – there weren’t even distinct lines of cleavage. Then there was their shape – perfect circular domes of smooth golden brown flesh, centred with two generous dark pink areolas. And to top it all off, two large, puffy nipples; bullet hard and pointing to the ceiling.

James wanted to grab them immediately, but managed to restrain himself and instead worked on Emma’s shoulders. With frequent glances downwards to make sure her eyes were still closed, he took in the sight of those majestic tits. As he manipulated the skin around her décolletage, he could see them move in response, and this only fuelled his already insane levels of arousal. The precum was softly pumping out of his cock on an almost constant basis, and he could feel the area around his pelvis getting cool with the resultant stickiness.

Another look down and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Emma staring directly at him.

“Can I ask you a bit of a personal question?” she sweetly enquired.

“Er, sure,” came the weak voiced response.

“Do you ever get turned on massaging a woman?”

James wasn’t sure how to play this. The instinctive response would be ‘Yeah, I’m aroused right now’ but James couldn’t predict how that would go down. He decided to remain coy.

“No, I’m just focussing on the techniques and the muscle groups and the job I’m doing. It’s like a medical appointment. You couldn’t do it if you thought of it in that way.”

“I suppose,” she pondered, her eyes again closing. “So looking at me topless doesn’t turn you on?”

“You have to maintain a professional boundary. But talking about it doesn’t exactly help.”

“Sorry,” she said apologetically.

James’ reach began to extend further down her chest, his fingers beginning to explore the very tops of her breasts. Emma giggled to herself.

“What’s funny?” asked James, terrified he was the butt of some embarrassing joke.

“Nothing. It’s just I’ve been fighting boys away from my tits since I was 14. I’ve never let a guy touch them even once and now I’m paying one to do it. I just think that’s funny.”

James took her relaxed tone and candid language as a sign that he could be more adventurous. He took another bottle of oil and trickled some of its contents over Emma’s breasts, aiming the sweet smelling lubricant so it landed on and around her nipples. The coolness made her take a sharp intake of air. James distracted her by furthering the conversation.

“Surely you’ve had a boyfriend or two that were allowed?”

“Never really had time for all that. Always working. Always studying. And daddy was always a bit strict when it came to going out. Never really got to socialise with boys much. Not nice ones, anyway. “

“Well I’m sure University will change that.”

And with that casual remark came the culmination of Sarah’s planning and James’ fantasy. He leaned over as far as he was comfortably able and put both his hands directly on top of her amazing tits. She sighed as he firmly circled his palms over the entire surface of her 36DDs, spreading the oil all over. He had been too generous with the lubricant and the cups of his hands were making slurping noises as the oil was distributed, the excess dripping down her sides and onto the cotton underneath her.

The breasts were incredibly firm and despite being bigger, didn’t even yield as much as Sarah’s. He started wondering if they were perhaps implants, as he had heard that fake tits maintained their shape more than natural breasts, but considering Emma’s description of her upbringing, discounted this theory immediately.

James explored every curve and square inch of the tits he was groping. The tips of his fingers investigated underneath the sides and he even lifted them slightly from her chest to apply some oil where her midriff gave way to her magnificent bosom. All the while the palms of his hands were being stimulated by her ever-hard nipples. Even the eventual warmness of his oily hands wasn’t causing them to relax, and he delighted in feeling the turgid tips slide across his sensitive palms. The mixture of textures – the soft yet heavy flesh; the rough hard nipples and the silky lubricant – was making it hard for James to resist going further. He took the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and lightly pinched each nipple, tweaking them to an even more erect state whilst coating them in oil. Emma gasped.

“Is that really a massage technique?” she whispered. James evaded a direct answer.

“Do you want me to stop?” he countered.

“God no,” came the enthusiastic response. James was ecstatic. He literally had her in the palm of his hand.

Emboldened by her attitude James moved around to the side of the table to examine her tits from a different angle. He then reached out with his right hand and forcefully squeezed her oil soaked right breast. Emma moaned approvingly. The facade of a professional massage was fading fast, especially when James started flicking her nipple with his thumb before running delicate circles around the areola.

Emma then raised a hand, ostensibly to adjust her hair, but with such an exaggerated motion that she was clearly trying to achieve something else. And indeed, on the way up, her hand brushed against James hidden erection, knocking it free from the grip of his waist band. She fired a cheeky grin at him that reminded him of Sarah.

“You ARE turned on,” she challenged, but in an adorably sweet way. James looked down at the protrusion of fabric over his groin and sighed.

“With certain clients it’s sometimes hard…”

“It certainly is!” she interrupted with a giggle. James offered one more ‘get out’ for her.

“Should I stop?” he feebly offered.

“I think you probably should,” came the disappointing reply together with a hearty laugh. She then continued with a softer, hushed tone. “But I don’t want you to.”

She gave him a nervous look finished with a shy half smile. James still had her lubed-up tit in his grasp. He gave it another squeeze, causing her to grin and close her eyes.

“Why don’t you work on my legs for a while?” she suggested. “It’ll give you a chance to calm down.”

James dutifully complied, but not with the intention of calming down. The professional nature of the session now a distant memory, James left her glistening tits exposed as he moved down to the foot of the table and peeled the lower towel upwards, revealing first her ankles, then her calves, her knees and most of her thighs. He stopped short of revealing her crotch, but had a feeling she would be happy for him to expose it in due course.

With a fresh squirt of oil he began covering her right leg with a layer of lubricant, sensuously caressing underneath her knees and along the inside if her thighs as he did so.

Emma’s breathing rate was increasing, noticeable both through her breathy sounds and the rise and fall of her chest that James was keeping constant tabs on. He concentrated his attention on her thigh, spreading his fingers firmly around the muscle and up into the area near her crotch where the towel was barely covering. Indeed, the more he pushed his fingers northwards, the further the towel was displaced. Emma was keeping her legs very close together, and James started to worry he was pushing this girl too far in a direction she might not want to go. If she hadn’t even let a guy touch her breasts, she was clearly a virgin. Maybe this exploration towards her pussy was a step too far. Then James noticed something that might have explained her reticence – the inside of her thigh was lubricated at the very top, but it wasn’t with James’ oil.

“You’re turned on too,” James whispered.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” said Emma, who, much to James’ delight, began to part her legs to show the extent of her horniness.

The cotton towel she was lying on was absolutely soaked with her juices. James took the implied invitation to push his hands further up the inside of her leg towards the source of her wetness. He could now see where her round buttocks met the table, and the engorged lips of her labia. They glistened with sticky appreciation. James removed the last vestiges of her modesty by pulling at the towels and letting them slide off of her body. Emma didn’t flinch. She had a subtle round belly that complemented the curves of her hips and, of course, her breasts. Just below was a generous but well trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair. James gently parted her labia with two of his fingers. This did elicit a reaction; a squeak of excitement and perhaps trepidation. James paused in case there was an objection, but none was forthcoming. And so he slowly and deliberately sunk a finger into her tight, wet pussy. A loud cry of pleasure escaped from Emma’s mouth – it was the kind of cry that almost sounded like a wince of pain and the contortion of her face did little to convince otherwise. But the broad smile that followed let James know she was far from hurting. He plunged his finger in further, as far as his hand would allow. His digit displaced more silky liquid from her cunt and it erupted with a satisfying squelch onto his hand.

“Oooooh fuck, yes… “Emma moaned, writhing her pelvis and pushing down onto the digital intrusion.

James withdrew and then slowly entered her again, this time with two fingers. Emma gripped the towel she was lying on as if it were a lifeline and her body stiffened. She threw her head back and opened her mouth to give a silent scream. James kept his fingers inside her moist cunt and started massaging her engorged clit with his thumb. Emma was whimpering now, and as she involuntarily jerked her body, her tits finally moved in a way that befit their massive size, flailing around on top of her chest like two jellies on a shaking tray. The sight of her animated breasts meant James could no longer abstain from pleasuring his own body, and put his free hand down his pants, greeting his precum-soaked erection with an enthusiastic grip.

“Play with your tits,” he gently ordered. Emma looked down at him and then at her own oily breasts with a look that suggested she had forgotten they were even there. She released her grip on the table and moved her hands to her chest, taking advantage of the lubrication still present to apply a series of tight-looking squeezes to her oily tits. With each enthusiastic grip, the slippery flesh of her breasts spilled out of her fingers, ready to be retrieved by the next stroke of her hand. The sensation must have enhanced her pleasure because she was now producing high pitched grunts in time with James’ manipulations. Not since his encounter with Mrs Parsons in the shower had he managed to get a woman so close to orgasm so quickly. He decided to go for it.

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Lisa was nervous. Her last test had come back with a multitude of red marks all over it and a big fat F in the corner. If she failed her algebra class, she would have to go on academic probation, and her GPA might even lower enough that she would lose her scholarship and have to drop out – she couldn’t afford the college’s exorbitant fees without help, and her parents didn’t have any money to pay toward her tuition. She shuffled from foot to foot, dancing nervously on the spot outside her professor’s office, waiting for him to invite her inside.

Lisa was a cute young college girl – she was a freshman, barely eighteen with a full figure and long brown hair. Behind her glasses, she had lovely blue eyes with long lashes. She had a slightly mousy, bookworm type look, young and innocent. She was a studious girl, but unfortunately her intelligence leaned more toward languages than Math, and she was having a hard time applying herself. Between her class load and the job that she’d taken to support herself, she was finding college a trying experience – no drugs, alcohol and wild sex for Lisa. She was lucky if she even got a night free to socialise.

Professor Dean opened the door, sweeping his eyes over the mousy girl standing nervously in front of it. He took in her full, ample breasts and her wide hips, noting the way she submissively looked downwards like she couldn’t quite bring herself to meet his eyes. He smiled fleetingly – he already knew why Lisa was here to see him, but he thought that he might be able to help the young girl, if she was willing to take a little direction.

“Lisa,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “Why don’t you come in and sit down? I’m assuming you’re here about failing your recent test.”

Wincing at the word ‘failing’, Lisa slipped timidly into the professor’s office, taking a seat opposite his desk. For the first time, she couldn’t help but admire Professor Dean’s form – he was young, for a professor. He had a strong, powerful build, with broad shoulders. He had kind grey eyes that wrinkled around the sides as he smiled. There was a little salt in his black hair, but with his commanding voice and his English accent, he was the star of many of his pupil’s fantasies, her own included. A blush tainted her cheeks as she looked away, looking down at her clasped hands.

“I-yes,” she said, her voice quiet. “I just… I can’t fail this class, professor. Is there any way I could make it up with extra credit? I’ve been working so hard, I can’t believe I failed. I just didn’t have enough time to study, but I can’t fail it, sir. I can’t.” The poor girl was near tears, her eyes stinging as she sniffled wetly.

Professor Dean just watched her in silence for a long moment. He folded his big hands together on his desk. “Well, if you had applied yourself better, we wouldn’t be in this position,” he said, shaking his head. “But I do feel for you. I know your academic and financial situation, and I know for a fact that failing this class would end your entitlement to a scholarship. But you must understand that I can’t really favour one student over another, regardless of circumstances.” He shrugged his broad shoulders apologetically.

Lisa’s face crumpled, tears streaming from her eyes as she sobbed, hunching in on herself. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll do better, I promise. What will I do? I won’t be able to afford it; I’ll have to drop out. My parents will be so disappointed. Isn’t there any way? I’ll do anything.”

Those sweet words – music to any man’s ears when they were faced with a sweet, innocent eighteen year old. The professor could feel his cock hardening just from watching her cry. Reaching under the desk, he gave himself a quick squeeze as he watched her, pretending that he was considering his options. After a small pause, he smiled.

“Well,” he said, “there is one option. I believe that you’re just in need of a little… direction. A little guidance. Someone to manage your time more effectively and make sure you study evenly for your classes. Someone to punish you, if need be.”

Lisa swallowed thickly and looked up, her face red from crying. She twisted her hands anxiously in her lap, meeting her professor’s eyes briefly before looking down at his desk. “P-punish me?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“Yes, punish you,” Professor Dean drawled. “Make you accountable for your actions. Or, I suppose, I can just fail you. I thought your education meant more to you than that, but-” He shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back in his chair.

“No! No, I want you to… guide me,” Lisa said, nodding her head. “I’m not very good at managing my time. Maybe if you made me up a schedule or something…”

“Oh, my dear, I intend to give you far more incentive than a schedule,” the professor said, smiling like a shark. “Lock the door, would you?”

Lisa shifted nervously, looking like she wanted to protest. After a long moment, she gave in and nodded her head. Getting up on shaky legs, she locked the office door before standing nervously by the desk, waiting for further instruction.

Professor Dean watched her – she was wearing a cute, knee-length skirt. He liked skirts. Easy access. “You may as well sit down,” he said, pulling open his desk drawer. He retrieved a root of ginger and a knife, setting about peeling and carving it right in front of her. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“Uh.” Lisa watched nervously, the spicy smell hitting her as he carved. “Ginger?” she asked, her eyes flashing up to his face, seeking approval.

“Well done,” the professor said, smiling briefly as he worked. “Ginger. There’s an old practice, back in England. When receiving a caning, the subject can clench their buttocks and reduce the pain. Schoolmasters introduced ginger as a way to make sure that those in need of punishment experienced the pain of it fully. Inserted into the anus, it produces a nasty burning sensation which only intensifies as the victim clenches.” As he spoke, he worked, whittling the ginger into a recognisable butt plug.

Lisa went cold. Her eyes flashed from his face to the ginger he was working on and back again, trying to gauge if he was joking. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parting slightly, her breathing and her heart rate increasing. She was suddenly aware of her breasts, her nipples tightening and grazing her bra. “You… you can’t do that,” she said, her eyes widening. “I-I could tell someone!”

“You could,” the professor responded, placing the newly carved ginger plug down on the desk. “Of course, if you did that, you’d fail my class.” He smirked. “Besides, who would even believe you? Your word against mine, and it’s much easier and more preferable to believe that a bitchy student has a problem with getting an F than a respected professor administering corporal punishment.” He wiped his hands on a hand towel and looked levelly at the girl sitting opposite him. “You can leave, if you want to fail my class and have your scholarship pulled. Or you can come over here and get over my knee. Your choice.” He pushed back from the desk slightly, exposing his muscular thighs. There was a slight bulge down one leg, his cock throbbing in his slacks.

Refusing to look at her professor, Lisa dithered for a moment. She ran a shaky hand through her hair and took in a deep breath. He had her, and she knew it. She knew that if she left his office, she could say goodbye to her college education. Maybe she needed what he was offering. Maybe if he disciplined her, guided her, she would do better. Flicking her eyes up, she looked nervously at the ginger, her ass clenching just at the thought. Then, hesitantly, she got to her feet. She walked over to him, her legs weak and rubbery. Her heart beat excitedly in her chest. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears. Her face felt like it was on fire, and she was disturbed to realise that she was wet. After one final pause, she laid herself gingerly over her professor’s lap, stiff as a board.

“There’s a good girl,” Professor Dean said, letting his hand rest on her warm ass, caressing her through her skirt. He shifted in his seat before moving her, pulling and pushing until she was resting over his thighs, her ass up in the air, her groin pressed tightly against one of his muscular thighs. “Give me your hands,” he ordered calmly, loosening his tie before pulling it free. “A girl like you, I’ll bet you’ve never been spanked properly. I’m not going to have you try to interfere.”

Lisa flushed – he was right, she had never been spanked. She heaved in a breath, feeling intimately aware of her body as she reached her hands behind her, letting him take them and tie them behind her back tightly. She could feel his warm thigh against her groin, the blood rushing to her head as he pressed down on her back slightly, angling her ass up in the air. Her breath came in quiet pants as she squirmed.

Once he’d secured her hands, the professor wasted no time in lifting her skirt. He smirked at the wet spot on her white panties, fingering over it lightly, feeling Lisa jump and twitch against him. “Maybe this won’t be such a punishment after all,” he said. “You’re so wet that you’ve soaked through your panties. Maybe this is what you needed all along, hm? Someone to take charge and make you accountable for your actions. You wouldn’t be the first girl. Nor will you be the last.” He peeled her panties down slowly over her pearly thighs, exposing her smooth, round ass. That ass would be a fiery red by the time he was done with it. He stroked her buttocks slowly before sliding his fingers down, slipping between her folds. She was so slick and hot against his fingers, so ready for him when he hadn’t even started playing with her yet.

“Please don’t,” she sobbed, jerking as his fingers brushed her wet cunt. “Don’t touch me there, please. I’ve never- I’m a virgin. Please.” Even as he begged for him not to, her clit throbbed against his thigh, her legs jerking slightly as he touched her. There was an ache deep inside her that begged to be filled, that begged for those fingers to slide deep inside her warm, wet pussy.

“But you’re so wet,” he said, sinking one finger inside her smoothly, heedless of her begging. “Your mouth says no, but your pussy wants cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin. Virgins can still be horny little sluts.” The professor twisted his finger slowly inside her, feeling the way she twitched and clenched around him. When he came up against resistance, he stopped – no point breaking her cherry on his fingers when he could eventually break it with his cock.

“I’m not,” Lisa whimpered, trembling as he fingered her virgin pussy. She’d barely explored herself down there – she had always felt unsure. She had never known what to do. She bit down on a moan at the feel of his rough, thick finger inside of her – if she felt that full with half his finger inside, she didn’t know how someone ever took a cock.

Professor Dean slipped his finger out of her tight, wet cunt and wiped it on the back of her leg. “Right,” he said. “Well, if you weren’t a slut, you wouldn’t get off on being put over your professor’s lap. You can’t fool me – not when I can see exactly how wet you are.” He brought his hand down on her round, perfect ass with a resounding slap.

Lisa jerked and clenched, letting out a little squeak. At first, the slap didn’t really register, but the feeling quickly caught up with her. It stung, making her squirm, fighting against the tie keeping her arms behind her back. Feeling that sting, she changed her mind. “I don’t want to,” she gasped. “You can’t make me. Just let me go, I’ll just fail and… I don’t know. I don’t want to do this. I’ll tell!”

The professor just chuckled. “You think that now I have you tied up over my lap, I’m going to let you go?” he asked. “No, I’m not going to let you go until I’ve exacted every ounce of penance from your perfect skin. I’m not going to stop until your ass blushes a nice, fiery red for me. And you can tell whoever you like, or you can accept what’s happened to you and pass your class. But for every one of my classes you fail, you better believe you’ll be back in here having your ass beaten raw. A little pain’s better than failing out and ruining the rest of your life, right? Besides, judging from how wet your cunt is, I think you might be enjoying this a little. Now shut up, slut.”

Grabbing her firmly by the hair, Professor Dean opened his desk. He pulled out ball gag. “For special cases like you,” he informed the crying girl. “Those that need a little extra attention and discipline. Don’t want you crying out too much, do we?” He pulled her head back until she opened her mouth to gasp with pain. The professor slipped the gag into place, snapping it closed behind her head and adjusting the straps until it was nice and tight – there was no way she would be spitting it out. The girl tried to say something, but it came out muffled behind the gag – all he could hear was her panting through her nose and her muffled protests.

Poor Lisa made quite a sight, forced over her professor’s knee, her pale ass up in the air. There was a red hand print on her ass – the first of many. Her pretty pink pussy was in perfect view, her hands tied behind her back, her breasts full and her chest heaving. She was gagged, tears running down her face, her hair plastering itself to her forehead as she sweated with anticipation, waiting for him to begin.

“Oops,” the professor said, reaching for the ginger butt plug. “Nearly forgot.” He parted her buttocks, admiring her pink, perfect asshole. It was obvious that this hole was just as unused as her pussy. He lubed the ginger plug up and pressed it carefully against her asshole. “Remember, the more you clench, the more it’ll hurt,” he said, pressing the plug mercilessly inside her. He’d left two knots – one to keep the ginger anchored inside her, and one on the outside to stop it from slipping too far into her. He pushed it up to the second knot, leaving the ginger several inches inside of her ass.

Lisa grunted at the feel of something pressing into her asshole. It was the first time that she’d ever had anything put up that hole, and it excited her just as much as it repulsed her. She’d read stories about ass play before, and she’d always been curious, but she’d never been daring enough to touch herself that way. The ginger went in so easily, stretching her slightly, about the size of a finger. She moaned into the gag, her body tensing, her pussy throbbing and clenching like it wanted something to fill it up, too. Then, the burning started. It started as a light tingle that grew into a sting. She couldn’t help clenching around the ginger plug, and that just made it worse, making it burn. She felt like her asshole was on fire. She squirmed on his lap, making urgent noises behind the gag, pleading with him to take it out.

“Settle down,” Professor Dean said, pressing on the small of her back, holding her down. He didn’t want her squirming out of position. “The more you struggle and clench, the worse it will feel. And I’m going to spank you until I’m sure you’re really, truly sorry for failing my class.” With that, he started to slap her. He’d always preferred a hand spanking to anything else. It was so much more intimate and erotic than a whipping or a cropping, though each had its own merits. Occasionally, he liked to use a paddle and spare his hand from the sting, but Lisa was a virgin in every sense of the word – he would need to ease her into it before she could take a good, hard, over the knee paddling.

He warmed her up slowly, taking his time, the room resounding with each crack as his palm came down on her exposed, helpless ass cheeks. Lisa whimpered, moaned and cried out behind the gag. Whilst Professor Dean enjoyed the sounds thoroughly, the gag made sure they were muffled enough not to leave his office.

Lisa panted behind the gag. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything she’d ever felt. She couldn’t help but clench every time he slapped her, and that just made the ginger root in her ass burn a hundred times worse. She sobbed helplessly, feeling her buttocks warm and sting as he spanked her. But the pain wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that each hard slap drove her groin down, rubbing her clit against his hard thigh. She moaned and struggled against the tie around her wrists, helplessly stimulated as he spanked her. Her clit throbbed in time to her pulse, her nipples brushing against her bra with every jolting spank, sending waves of sensation through her. Even being so helpless, gagged and bound, stimulated her. Every time she pulled against her bindings she panted with arousal.

After a couple of minutes warm up, the professor paused, rubbing his hand over her stinging, hot buttocks. “You take on colour well,” he complimented, giving the ginger plug a little twist, feeling her shudder against him, hearing her muffled scream. He slid his fingers down, chuckling at how wet she was. She was so slick that he didn’t even have to push his finger in – it was dripping. He spread her lips to get a view, admiring the dewy wetness. “And I see you like it even more than I anticipated. That’s good. I’ve been looking for a slut bitch to keep for some time, now. You’re starting to look like you fit the bill. I like it when my sluts get wet from the abuse I give them. You ready, sweetheart? Because that was just the warm up.”

The only response that Lisa gave was a muffled whimper. She shuddered as he spread her open and looked at her, flushing with shame at how wet she was. She couldn’t help it. Maybe it was her inexperience, or maybe it was the fact that this satisfied every deep, dark fantasy she had, but even the way he treated her turned her on. She gasped in a breath through her nose, quivering on his lap, her ass on fire. Tears stung at her eyes as she waited for him to start again, giving in and surrendering to her fate.

“That’s it,” Professor Dean said, rubbing her buttocks with one huge hand, feeling how hot her ass was after the spanking. “There’s a good slut.” He brought his hand down with a hard crack, feeling the sting against his palm, chuckling as Lisa’s back arched as she writhed in agony. He started up a hard, harsh spanking, driving her down with every blow. By the time with he was done with her, her ass would be so swollen and red that it would look purple.

Lisa squealed and struggled on his lap, sobbing quietly to herself as he held her down and spanked her brutally. Whimpering, she rocked back and forth, trying to wriggle off his lap. All she succeeded in doing was grinding herself down against his thigh, building her unwilling arousal until she was panting with pain and pleasure. Every time he hit her, she jerked and clenched around the ginger plug invading her ass, burning the delicate membranes inside her. Grunting, she rocked down against the professor’s thigh, a wave of pleasure washing through her. She could feel it building, her toes curling as she sobbed – she knew that once she came, it would be a hundred times worse, but she couldn’t stop it. Her muscles locked up, her body jerking and twitching, her clit throbbing. Giving a high-pitched wail, Lisa came, shuddering and twisting on her professor’s lap, ginger plugging her ass and her buttocks almost purple from the spanking. Her pussy gushed fluid, dripping it onto his thigh as her stomach clenched and her orgasm exploded through her.

Professor Dean just chuckled as he felt the young women come against him, twisting and whimpering on his lap. He spanked her all the way through it, his hand heavy, not stopping even as her whimpers and moans of pleasure turned into cries of agony. Finally, he let his hand rest on her bruised, swollen ass, stroking the reddened, beaten skin with his fingers. Reaching for the plug, he gave it a little twist, feeling her shudder and twitch against him.

Betty couldn’t remember the first time anyone called her Princess. Her father had never called her anything else. She could, however, remember the first time her little girl’s mind made the association between the character on the theater screen and what she had always been called.

“Daddy if I’m a Princess how come we don’t live in a castle like that?”

He hugged me and asked, “Have you ever seen a castle, Darling? Not one in the movies or on TV, I mean a real one?”

She shook her head. “No, never.”

“Well that’s the problem! There are more Princesses then there are castles. To make it even worse, almost all the castles were built in Europe which is very far away. Princess, if only they had built more castles around here, then I’m sure you’d have been picked as an official Princess.”

When she started going to school she quickly learned the simple truth that attitude is everything. As long as she acted like a Princess and was kind to most of her subjects then she got treated like one. When she got a little older and went to middle school everything started to fall into place as her body started to fill out. She’d always had a pretty face, long blonde hair and a well rounded bottom, but as her chest began to grow she began to realize the value of boys. As long as she controlled the most popular and athletic boys, everyone else fell into line; and her body kept growing.

In seventh grade she had a big fight with her mother because she insisted that she needed to buy larger cup bras but her mother said that she didn’t need them yet. They finally agreed that as soon as she was in eighth grade she could move up to C cups but by the time they were out shopping for back to school clothes she finally was forced to admit that Betty needed to skip C cups and move on to Ds.

High school was rough, though. Betty’s school and two others wound up in the town’s single consolidated George W. Obama High School and it turned out there were three princesses in the same school. For the first time she had to compete to extend her domain. She was considering having sex with Robbie Carter so she could solidify her control over the school quarterback but changed her mind reasoning that her cherry was something she could hold out to several popular boys as a possibility but the moment she gave it to one, she lost that power. Besides, there were still several things she could do for Robbie without losing her virginity and all the boys told her she was good at them.

Then came U.N.L.V.

It was a completely new kingdom and they were all entering on more or less equal ground. She said more or less because even the crowd with 20/400 vision could tell she had an edge. She was an eighteen-year-old fox with a killer chest, an ass which attracted more than its share of pats, long wavy hair, a cover girl face and a dusky voice.

She remained active in gymnastics, registered for the Drama club and wrote Haiku. Her roommate, Becca Lindner, was involved in cheerleading but Betty hadn’t been interested. She was studying on her bed when Becca burst into the room.

We have a late admission!”

“What are you talking about Becca?”

“Norm Kincaid worked out some sort of deal and is matriculating here this year. His agent announced that he turned down some movie contract so he could finish his education and he wants to play hoops here.”

Betty’s eyes were the size of saucers. “Oh My God! This is perfect. Twenty bucks says he’ll be following my ass around like a puppy by the end of this semester.”

“No bets but you have competition, I just saw him on the quad talking with Jessica Lewis.” Betty just smiled. She had known Jessica for five years and knew she’d represent no competition.

The next day Betty was feeling rather smug. Not only was it a beautiful day but she’d been sitting on the steps of the library for the last forty five minutes chatting with the school’s new celebrity. Norm had been having a hard time keeping his eyes off her chest which suited her just fine. “You know, Norm, Saturday after next the alumni have taken over the ballroom for a dinner dance and a select few of us active in student affairs have been given tickets. You’re new here and if you’d like I’d be happy to take you and introduce you to many of the ‘right’ people.”

Norm lifted his hand and gently stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. “Thanks a lot Betty but Jessica Lewis already asked me and I said yes. I wish I’d known you then ’cause I can see you’d probably be a lot of fun to spend an evening with.” This time those same fingers began gently stroking the side of her right breast. Betty was more than a little shocked by such forward behavior, especially in public like this, but she had set out to capture his attention so she didn’t make a fuss. She still reached out and removed his hand from her chest and brought it up to kiss those fingertips. Betty looked up and saw those eyes gazing deeply into hers and for some reason she couldn’t quite comprehend instead of kissing them she began slowly sucking his index and middle finger into her mouth.

From the window in the south reading room Jessica had been steadily watching as the melodrama unfolded before her. She felt fairly confident of her relationship with Norm but she realized how vulnerable she was to the Princess’ sexuality. She decided on a dangerous course of action and dialed Norm’s cell.

“Norm honey please don’t let on that it’s me you’re talking to. I’d like you to do me a favor and temporarily excuse yourself and meet me in the south reading room. Tell Betty you’re just using the men’s and that you’ll be back in a second… Thanks Sweety.”

Norm excused himself from Betty and went into the library. Jessica flowed into his arms and kissed him deeply. As the kiss broke she began. “Honey ever since you asked me to that Alpha Chi Rho party tonight I’ve felt guilty about turning you down. The only thing is we both know everyone’s just drinking to get drunk and it’s going to get completely out of control.

I’ll be completely honest. I was more than a little frightened about getting pawed by a bunch of your frat brothers and I was even more frightened that if it did get out of control I could never look you in the eye without thinking I’d somehow betrayed you.”

Norm kissed her again. “I already told you that I understood, sweetheart. I appreciate your feelings and never want to put you in a position that scares you.” He held her close and she pressed herself against him.

Jessica continued, “But I still felt guilty!” She thrust her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply before continuing. “Then when I looked out the window and saw you talking to Betty an idea hit me which could work out great for everyone…” she pulled back a little so she could look him in the eye. “But my idea’s a bit naughty.” She smiled.

Norm laughed. “Now what’s going on in that devious mind of yours?”

Jess adopted a little pout on her face. “I’m not being devious one little bit. I just hate denying you anything. Now I’ve known Betty since middle school and I’ve always thought of her as being a very dear friend but I’ve always been a little scared of her wild side. She had a bit of a reputation when it came to boys. I’ll just bet that if I asked her to go with you she’d be totally excited about the idea of a big party where she was the center of attention. As long as your brothers treated her like a princess I can assure you that they’ll have a really good time; I won’t feel guilty and next weekend after the affaire at the Golf Club we could duck away to my Dad’s cabin on the lake and I’d make sure it’d be your turn to have a really good time.”

Five minutes later Jess came down the steps of the Library. “Hey guys!” She gave Norm a quick peck on the cheek and held Betty in a big hug. As she kissed Betty’s cheek she asked Norm, “Can I steal Betty for a second?”

Jess squeezed Betty’s hand. “I can’t believe my luck in running into you just now ’cause I wanted to ask you a huge favor. I’ve been seeing Norm lately and was supposed to go to this party tonight with him.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun.”

“It’s just that I heard I’ve got a surprise pop quiz in Sociology tomorrow and I haven’t opened a book. If I tell Norm the truth I’m afraid he might hook up with some other girl so when I saw you I thought I might convince him to take one of my best friends. What do you think?”

Betty laughed and kissed Jessica’s cheek. “Of course I’ll keep an eye on your boyfriend tonight. After all, what are friends for?”

After they rejoined Norm and told him about the proposed switch in dates for the evening he acted perfectly in character and shyly asked Betty if she really wanted to do this or was just doing them a favor. “After all, Betty, sometimes these fraternity parties can get a little wild.”

Betty took each of their hands and squeezed. “I think my life could use a little wildness quite frankly. Besides, I’ll have you there to protect me.”

The party was already fairly crowded when they arrived. Parking was at a premium so they were forced to use a spot in the administration parking lot and walk over. As they were passing a blue BMW Betty noticed a brunette with long hair and not a stitch of clothing riding some boy’s cock for all she was worth. She pretended not to notice but Norm realized what was happening only seconds later and pointed it out to her. “Wow, that’s what I call really getting into a party frame of mind!” The girl paused in her fucking to shake her tits at them and went back to concentrating on her date.

Norm put his arms around Betty from behind and whispered, “Hot, huh?”

Betty was embarrassed, “She’s a very pretty girl.”

Norm spun her around, “Pretty? I wasn’t talking about her looks; she’s nowhere close to your league!” He kissed her forehead. “It’s as if you’re the Princess and she’s a scullery maid! What I thought was hot was the freedom she was exhibiting. No shyness, no shame, she was just completely enjoying both herself and her partner. That’s what I thought was hot.”

Betty was swept up in the whirlwind. Since she arrived at the party Betty had hardly left the dance floor. She had met and danced with most of Norm’s friends. A sweet boy named Paul led her to the bar and ordered them drinks. While she was sipping her beer she was thinking about Norm’s referring to her as a princess. It warmed her that he recognized what Betty had always known.

Norm came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist as he kissed Betty’s neck. “I’ve hardly had any time with you tonight princess; you’ve been flirting with all my brothers.”

Betty nestled herself up against him as she purred, “Not flirting Baby, I’ve been dancing and don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to flirt with each other.” She turned in the circle of his arms, wrapped hers around him, grabbed his head and thrust her tongue down his throat.

At that point another of the brothers named Lewis came over to them. “Hey guys, we’ve got three townies willing to compete for the cash prize! Let’s hurry and get good seats. Paul and Norm headed into the lounge with Betty arm in arm between them.

Betty asked Paul, “Competition? What kind of competition?”

“We’ve got a stripper pole on a little stage back here. Every once in a while we can convince some local girls to strip for a cash prize of three hundred dollars. Once they’re naked it usually progresses a lot farther. Everyone winds up having a great time.”

Betty couldn’t imagine any way she’d want to watch another girl stripping but she was enjoying being the center of Norm, Paul and Lewis’ attention so she went along. They got front row seats.

The first girl ascended to the stage and started to swing her hips in time to the music. Betty couldn’t help but start critiquing the girl: pretty enough face, too much make-up, early signs of the jowls she have in not too many years, Betty smiled as she thought “this girl had better look amazing naked because so far she doesn’t have much going for her.” The girl wore a pullover and as she crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head her nipples peeked out over the top of her pushup half-bra. The guys went wild and started cheering the tits that even Betty had to admit almost rivaled her own.

The girl swung the bra over her head and tossed it into the crowd. Several of the brothers stuffed dollar bills into her garter and invariably paused to cop a feel of those audacious breasts before resuming their seats. Then she unzipped her skirt and kicked it to the side as she continued dancing clad only in her panties. Betty could easily imagine that the pejorative “thunder thighs” had been coined for a girl with legs just like those. Paul left his seat and proceeded to put a ten dollar bill into the girl’s panties. While his hand was in there he hooked his middle finger into her and pulled her close enough to the edge of the stage for him to begin sucking those erect nipples. Before Betty realized what was happening Paul had swung the girl over his shoulder and carried her over to one of the sofas lining the side walls. Like a pack of hungry dogs three other guys separated themselves from the crowd and followed Paul and his just bagged quarry. As the second girl started her routine Betty looked over to the sofa and saw the heavy girl on her back with a cock in her throat and one in each hand as Paul drove his in and out of her pussy. Betty’s hold on Norm’s arm tightened but his total attention was focused on the stage. The girl dancing was a fiery redhead with a slim but well proportioned body. From the vantage of her seat Betty could see that the girl’s knee touched her face whenever she did a high kick opening her pussy lips for all to see. Unfortunately her face was plain bordering on homely and to Betty’s disappointment the crowd was much less responsive than it had been to the chubby girl. Becky reasoned the boys were simply impressed by large breasts. She leaned over and said to Norm, “This girl’s body is much better than the first girl’s yet the crowd doesn’t seem to agree.”

Tom leaned back to Betty and whispered, “The first girl had great tits and acted like she was constantly horny. Remember what I said about the girl in the car being like a scullery maid to your being a Princess? Well here’s the rest of the kitchen staff. If you were entered in this you’d win the three hundred without a doubt. Not only do you have the best looks but you’ve already danced with most of the brothers and they’d go wild if you were to dance for them.”

Lewis leaned in and agreed, “That’s for sure!”

The second girl finished her set and picked up her clothes to a modest scattering of applause and a few catcalls. As soon as the third and final contestant ascended the stage Betty knew the competition was over. Although there was no one feature that one could point to which would make her lose, the sum of all her features just added up to vanilla, pleasant but totally forgettable. Lewis leaned across Norm and said to Betty, “You can’t let this happen, can you? I really don’t want the fat girl to win and you’re the only person who can keep that from happening.”

“Me? How could I stop it?”

“You could stop it dead in its tracks by getting up on that stage and showing everyone what a real Princess looks like!”

Betty tightened her grip on Norm’s arm. “That’s not all I’d be showing everyone! Besides that wouldn’t reflect very favorably on Norm either!”

Norm turned to her, “Actually I think it would reflect very favorably on me. Sort of like ‘hey guys, look who’s with Norm and don’t we wish we were him!’ I’d like to see all the guys adoring my date!”

Lewis didn’t wait for an answer from Betty as the girl on stage had just finished her routine. He jumped up on the stage and announced, “Gentlemen before you begin to consider your votes allow me to further complicate your selection process. Our gracious brother Norman has consented to allow his lovely date to become the fourth and final entrant. For those of you who haven’t yet met her allow me to introduce… Princess Betty!”

Betty looked into Norm’s eyes. “You really want me to do this?”

He smiled as he said, “It’s kind of late to back out now, don’t you think? Go ahead and knock ‘em dead.”

Betty had half a mind to run out of the room but the moment her left foot touched the first step of the stage the audience began cheering. As the volume rose her inhibitions melted away. Her mind raced through every film she’d ever seen with a strip scene. She picked the proud, haughty quick steps of Penelope Ann Miller in Carlito’s Way rather than the lethargic movements of the girls working at the Bing in The Sopranos so she began to quickly circle the stage making sure to make eye contact with as many of the brothers as she could. The top she was wearing was held closed by two pairs of ties, each forming large floppy bows. She leaned forward to one of the brothers and handed him the end of one of the ties and as she rose to stand the bow opened revealing her unpierced belly and up to her purple lace bra. The remaining tie was midway between the top of her bra and the point at which her ample cleavage began.

As Betty continued strutting her way around the stage, continuing to make eye contact with any brothers she’d missed on the first several circuits she began to unbutton her jeans. As soon as the crowd could see that her purple panties matched her bra another wave to applause swept through the room. She leaned over in front of another brother and offered him the end of the last tie which he pulled exposing her magnificent breasts concealed only by her lace see-through bra. She circled the stage this time with her shoulders held back thrusting her chest forward and allowing her top to slide down her arms and drift to the floor. As soon as it landed her hands rose up her spine and unclasped her bra but made no attempt to remove it. She went to the edge of the stage and took one of the brother’s faces between her palms and pulled him into a standing position whispering in his ear, “Would you be an absolute dear and lend me that empty chair behind you?”

The boy quickly grabbed it and carried it up the steps placing it in the center of the stage. Betty thanked him by throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply with as much tongue as she could. When she broke the kiss she led him to the two steps and he went back to his seat.

It was about that time she noticed three of her audience adjusting the fronts of their pants. She smiled at the thought that she was exciting so many men. Each of her 4″ heel open-toed pumps was held by two straps held in place by tiny buckles. She raised her left foot to the seat of the chair and leaned forward to unfasten the buckles. As she leaned down her bra swung out exposing her dark nipples which were completely erect. After removing her shoes she stood before the chair and began pushing her jeans down her hips. Since her breasts were ignorant of gravity the bra fell back into place concealing them. When the denim was bunched up around her ankles Betty bent over thrusting her thong clad bottom toward the crowd and allowing her breasts to regain their freedom as she lifted first her left foot and then her right, kicking the jeans aside.

She looked over toward Norm for the first time and was pleased to see his face mesmerized by her performance, the raw lust written over every pore. She sat in the chair and buckled her shoes back on her tiny feet. As she rose she removed the bra and tossed it onto the jeans and top. She gave the applause no time to subside as she pushed her thong to her ankles. Over the years Betty had spent many hours staring at her nude figure in her bedroom mirror and she was secretly proud of her pussy flower. Her smooth shaven vagina was well defined, her clit prominent, and her labia spread just enough to extend an obvious invitation to any viewer to enjoy her depths.

July 2018
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