Jan 25 2021

Chronicles of Succubus High, Ch. 1 5 (1)

Introduction:

Author’s Note & Disclaimer: This story is the first installment of what I intend to be a series of interrelated but mostly independent short stories. This story contains graphic depictions of arguably non-consensual sex and coercion, and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted in any sexual situation are over 18, and all events and people described are entirely fictional. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.

Chronicles of Succubus High

by Quiver

Chapter 1: Window Dressing

1:25. 4th period. Tom sat behind his desk in the corner as he waited for his next group of students to start filing in for their first class after lunch. They were never very focused this time of day, and on more than one occasion he’d caught a student nodding off during class.

At least this group was his senior class. The freshmen he taught during the other four periods were a lot more rowdy. Such a weird mixture of childish pranks and teen drama to contend with, always some new issue he didn’t care about but somehow became his problem when it happened in his classroom. Definitely not his favorite aspect of teaching. But, with the seniors, the biggest problem he had to overcome was apathy.

He didn’t really blame them for not caring about his class. He’d been teaching the same two math classes at Emery for the past 12 years, and he knew senior calculus wasn’t the most exciting subject for a bunch of 18-year olds who just wanted to spend time with their friends before graduation. He had been 18 once. Probably. But it was his job to make sure these kids were ready for their college classes next year. His job to bore them every day after lunch, knowing they were counting the minutes until they could get out of this place.

A lifelong bachelor, Tom Purcell really hadn’t given much thought to dating. He’d gone on a few dates when he moved to town when he started working at Emery, but nothing really came of them. He did have a little bit of a crush on the English teacher who taught a few classrooms down from his. Ms. Davis. Miss Davis? Natalie, he was pretty sure. She seemed nice enough. He hadn’t had many interactions with her. It was a big school. He barely even recognized most of the faculty, much less remembered all their names. But Ms. Davis seemed intelligent and friendly. Pretty too. But honestly, he just wasn’t that motivated to try to see more of her. He was pretty content to go home and watch the news, do a crossword, have some tea and go to bed. Routine was nice, and sex and romance just seemed too complicated to be worth it.

Tom really did enjoy teaching though. He’d gotten his master’s degree in applied mathematics, and applied to a few engineering and programming jobs after he graduated, but had fairly quickly stumbled into a substitute teaching gig that made decent money. And he found he had a knack for explaining things, and when a permanent position opened up, he saw no reason not to take it. He saw a lot of himself in some of the nerdier kids, and it made him happy to see them start to understand the material, especially after they struggled a while with it. But it was tough most of the time. High school kids generally didn’t really care about what he was trying to teach them. It was rare to find anyone who actually wanted to learn. The freshmen he taught algebra to were often too immature, and the seniors in his one calculus class mostly just wanted to leave. But at least he had his crossword puzzles, and that occasional kid who actually wanted to be there. Over all, not a bad life.

“Hey Mr. P,” Jeffrey said as he entered Tom’s classroom. Jeffrey was one of the good ones. Not top of the class or anything, but at least he stayed awake. He’d even ask a question or two when Tom was left with a room full of silence. Seemed like a good kid. And he always said hello. It made Tom feel like a real person instead of just some humorless old man these kids had to endure. And at 38, he wasn’t even that old.

“Good afternoon, Jeffrey,” Tom replied. After Jeffrey broke the ice, Tom received a few more half-hearted “Hi Mr. Purcell’s” as the rest of the students filtered in.

Tom waited a few more minutes to make sure all the stragglers had a chance to find a seat.

“Okay, happy Monday everyone,” he started, waiting for the few mumbled responses. “Let’s get started. This week, we’re continuing our discussion of limits and moving into derivatives. Who can tell me the general formula for a derivative as a limit?”

There was a long pause, most of the students had glazed over by the time he got to the word “Monday”. But a few were thumbing back through their notes from last week looking for the answer.

Tom was about to start writing the answer on the board as the classroom door swung open again. Another late student, Tom thought. He glanced over and saw Bree Stevens quietly slip into the classroom and into the last remaining desk at the edge of the front row.

Tom didn’t know much about Bree, except that she was doing alright in his class. He didn’t think she had been a student in one of his freshman classes, but he taught so many students it was hard to be sure. He did know that she was fairly popular and athletic. She was clearly involved in several school sports, because she was nearly always in some kind of uniform. Today it appeared to be field hockey.

Tom considered for a moment whether to comment on Bree’s tardiness, and he decided that he probably should say something. “Bree, please try to be on time to class,” Tom said, “It is very disruptive and is not fair to your classmates.”

“Sorry Mr. Purcell” Bree responded, looking not at all sorry. But she wasn’t being openly defiant, so Tom decided to move on.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” he continued on, writing the limit equation on the whiteboard as he discussed the relationship between limits and derivatives. He could practically hear his students’ eyes closing as he continued to lecture, and for the next 45 minutes he droned on to his silent and bored audience.

As the lecture was wrapping up, Tom glanced around the room and noticed, as usual, that Jeffrey was fairly attentive. Though he was clearly sharing something amusing with Clay on his phone. Oh well, Tom thought. It’s basically the end of class, no point confiscating any phones at this point. As he continued lecturing, he glanced over at Bree and noticed that she too was being particularly attentive today. She didn’t seem to be taking notes, but she wasn’t nodding off like the rest of the students.

The bell rang.

Raising his voice over the shuffle of papers and backpacks, Tom tried to remind the students of their homework assignment, practically yelling “Don’t forget, odd numbers from section 2.5 for tomorrow!” The students barely seemed to hear him, suddenly completely alert and basically climbing over each other to get out of his classroom.

Tom walked back to his desk to put his lecture notes from today back in order. As he was opening up his file cabinet, he heard that there was still a student in the classroom. He turned his head, and noticed that Bree was still there. Perched, legs crossed, on top of her desk in the front row.

“Miss Stevens,” Tom started to say, “ehm, Bree.” He wasn’t sure what caused him to use her last name. The protocol at Emery was relatively relaxed, and teachers usually called students by their first names. “Is there something I can do for you?” Tom continued, hoping to move past his odd form of address.

“I just wanted to apologize for being late,” Bree said. She hopped off the desk and walked toward him.

Tom sat down and continued to put his papers away. “Oh, that. It’s okay, Bree. I would just appreciate it if you tried to be on time in the future. It really is disruptive.” He had honestly already forgotten about it, but really had better things to do right now than assuage the guilt of a mediocre student.

Bree reached the edge of his desk and leaned over with her arms pushed together. Tom glanced up and finally met her eyes. Such intensity there. Fucking hell. He had never noticed how insanely hot this girl was. In that plaid field hockey skirt she looked like every Catholic school girl fantasy. Bree, with her long, straight but flowing hair. She was clearly naturally brunette but had professional layers of added highlights, creating varying subtle shades of golden blonde. Bree, with her thick thighs and toned calves, her tight ass and the ample cleavage currently threatening to burst out of her way too small button-down top. Bree, with that sun-bronzed silky smooth skin and her amber eyes. Bree. Wow. She was a vision. Always had been. Tom had no idea how he had managed to get through the lecture today with this beautiful creature sitting in the corner, but he was impressed with himself.

“I know, Mr. P,” Bree responded after waiting a few seconds for Tom refocus his eyes. “It was so unfair to disrupt your lecture like that, I feel so bad about it.”

Her voice was so mesmerizing, Tom could barely understand what she was saying. He could almost feel her words caress his face, tingling behind his ears and down his spine.

Bree stood upright and walked behind Tom’s chair, grazing his collar with her hand as she moved by. She leaned forward over against the window and gazed through the glass. Tom, sitting back in his chair, could see the curve of her ass where it met her upper thigh and couldn’t help himself from staring. He saw no hint of underwear or shorts underneath that skirt.

Bree was fairly short for an athlete. But otherwise she had the classic sporty look, especially those legs. Thick thighs, muscled but with enough softness to grab into. Tom felt his cock stirring in his pants as he gazed over at Bree. He probably shouldn’t do anything about it right now, though. He grabbed a notebook and placed it in his lap to cover the fabric straining from his erection.

Bree seemed to notice the move, but didn’t comment on it. Instead, she stayed focused on the ground outside the window. “I have practice out there this afternoon,” she said. “I had no idea there was such a good view of the field from this side of the building,” she continued. And she was right, Tom noticed. Looking past her briefly, he saw that the field hockey field was almost immediately adjacent to the main high school corridor where his office was. He’d never really had much of a reason to look outside during a school day.

“Mr. Purcell,” Bree said with the slightest hint of a whine in her voice, “I’ve never seen you at a game before.” She paused. “Have you ever seen us play?” she asked.

“No,” Tom responded. “Never,” he continued. Bree had turned back around and was now seated on the window sill facing him.

“You should stay late after school today and watch us practice,” Bree said coolly. “It would mean so much to know you’re watching me play. I think I’d play better knowing you were watching me.”

Tom felt his cock twitch at the repeated phrase “watching me”. He had to tilt the notebook a little further away to keep his dick from knocking into it. “Sure, I could do that” Tom said, knowing deep in his soul that he would like nothing more than to spend his evening alone in his office watching varsity girls’ field hockey practice. He was starting to get a little out of breath thinking about it.

Bree shifted forward on the window sill, thrust her hips forward and her knees out to the sides, and placed her hands on her inner thighs, running them up her thighs and slightly lifting the hem of her skirt. She made a show of stretching her hip flexers as she leaned left and right, sticking out her already voluptuous chest as she let out a sigh. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, seeming to drop all pretense. “Promise.” She leaned toward him as she lifted herself off the low window sill, lightly brushing her knee against the notebook in Tom’s lap as she stood up.

Tom’s eyes rolled back into his head at the slight pressure near his crotch. Bree ran one finger along Tom’s shoulder as she moved past his chair and made her way toward the door. She grabbed her bag and slung it over one shoulder as she left the room, fingers lingering on the door frame as she gave Tom one final knowing glance.

Thankfully, Tom had a free period after his senior calculus class. For one thing, it was probably lucky that no freshmen had entered the room while he was having his interaction with Bree. But it also gave him some time to recover before he needed to resume his teaching. He walked around his office, trying to shake off his arousal and clear his mind before his next class. He ended up pacing the hallway a couple of times, and splashed his face in the water fountain.

He somehow managed to stagger through his last class. The freshmen in his final period were even more rowdy than usual, and so he really didn’t need to do that much teaching. His mind was elsewhere, and he basically just went through the motions. He gave out a couple of detentions, and maybe some extra homework. He wasn’t really sure. He was too focused on this afternoon.

After the last bell rang, the students made their usual clamor for the door, and Tom immediately collapsed into his desk chair. He had about half an hour before practice began. He thought briefly about going home instead, but as soon as the thought became clear in his mind he knew he wouldn’t make it past his door before he needed to return to his classroom window. So he stood up and leaned against the wall staring onto the empty field below as his eyes glazed over.

He was jolted out of his daze by some movement on the field below. He glanced up at the clock in the back of his classroom. 4:30 already? Tom could have sworn he had leaned over against the window only seconds before. He must have dozed off or something.

He looked down onto the field and saw several senior girls in field hockey skirts carrying their sticks and bags to get ready for practice. He thought he recognized a couple of them. There was a good chance they had been in his freshman math class a few years ago, but he didn’t remember their names. A short, middle-aged woman, Coach Cassidy, if he remembered right, was carrying a large mesh bag with what looked like a bunch of small practice cones and a variety of other sports equipment. Tom didn’t see Bree anywhere.

Still searching for the subject of his desire, suddenly Tom felt a bristling in his pants. Awakened seemingly of its own volition, his cock began to pulse and tighten, swelling beneath the fabric of his slacks. Sure enough, as he glanced down, Bree Stevens had emerged into view and walked onto the field, her field hockey stick resting easily on one shoulder, skirt swaying as she walked confidently across the grass.

The team seemed to be ready to start practice. A few girls were stretching on the side of the field, when Coach Cassidy blew her whistle and said something to the girls. Alone in his classroom with his window closed, Tom couldn’t really hear anything except the whistle and some vague voices. But the coach must have told the girls to start running laps, because they quickly grouped together at the edge of the field and began jogging along the sideline. They must have to practice running with those sticks, Tom thought, because almost all of the girls were still carrying their field hockey sticks as they did their laps around the field. Bree led the pack of girls, knees bent at the ready, constantly moving her stick back and forth as if she were actually dribbling a ball with her. It was clear she was the leader, probably team captain, especially since it was her senior year. Tom had never really seen the appeal of sports before, but Bree’s skillful grace was genuinely enthralling to observe. He absentmindedly stroked the growing bulge in his pants as he watched Bree deftly twist the stick back and forth in front of her as she ran her laps.

She had said she would make it worth his while. If this was the only thing that happened all practice, Tom thought, he’d be more than satisfied with the show.

As the other girls started to show signs of fatigue, Bree seemed even more energized. She dashed ahead of the group toward a cluster of balls the coach had set up in the middle of the field, raised her stick in a big swing, and slammed one of them into the back of the goal cage. Tom could hear the metal clang of the ball hitting the cage from inside his classroom. Impressive strength, he thought.

After she swung the stick, Bree seemed to stumble a bit. It seemed a little out of character, based on her previous graceful movements, but Tom was still a bit concerned. Bree had a slight limp in her gait as she walked over to the coach and said something with a few gestures. Tom obviously couldn’t hear what was being said, but from what he could tell, Bree was telling the coach that she had hurt her leg, and seemed to be asking to go sit down. Odd, Tom thought. Didn’t she want him to watch her practice? She didn’t seem that hurt. Why would she go sit down? Was she actually injured?

Bree walked carefully back toward the edge of the field near the bench with all the water jugs and bags belonging to the players, with a noticeable but not overly dramatic limp. Once she reached the sideline, she paused and looked toward the overlooking school building. He didn’t quite catch her eye, but Tom had the definite impression that she was looking for him. From her expression, she definitely didn’t seem injured. She had a smug look on her face, like she was getting away with something. Not unlike a cat who had just snatched the family bird into its mouth.

Bree leaned over to look at her supposedly injured right leg, and, still facing toward the building, lifted her right foot to rest on the metal bench as she began to press and massage the skin around her knee.

Tom’s breath caught a bit as he watched Bree continue to rub her injured leg. Her skirt was hitched, but still covered her crotch, barely. He still couldn’t make out any hint of fabric under that skirt.

Just thinking about what might or might not be underneath Bree’s field hockey skirt got Tom hard as a rock. He firmly grasped his stiff cock through his pants, tugging more insistently as Bree continued to massage her leg.

It wasn’t clear exactly where Bree was supposed to be injured. She had started at the knee, but was now moving down toward her ankle, and what she was doing could hardly be called massaging anymore. It was more like caressing at this point. Maybe she was trying to stretch her hamstring? But her knee was bent at an angle that made that not very likely. Tom didn’t really care, he just wanted her to keep doing what she was doing.

As Tom vigorously rubbed his cock through his pants, he noticed a growing wet spot where a pool of pre-cum was leaking through. Oh god, how he needed release.

Bree was now moving her hands back up her leg, this time past the knee in the other direction. She pressed deeply into her quad muscle as she worked up her leg past the hem of her skirt. Now with both hands, she seemed to be performing a deep tissue massage along the entire length of her thigh. She reached up to the inner groin and pushed with both thumbs back down toward her knee.

Tom couldn’t stand it any longer. He fumbled quickly with his belt and pants, desperately wrestling with his zipper so he could retrieve his pulsing cock from above his briefs. He gripped his dick with both hands and held them still for a moment, relishing the sensation of skin on skin. He knew he would finish quickly if he wasn’t careful, and he wanted to make sure he got to enjoy the full show Bree had planned for him. Oh, the thought that Bree was down their performing just for him made his cock jump up, aching to cum for her.

Bree slowly stood back up, her hand still resting on her thigh, as she lifted her leg off the bench and put it back on the ground. She stood and stretched her arms up toward the sky, lifting up on her toes and tilting backwards. Again, her skirt came dangerously close to a full reveal, but stopped just shy of what Tom was increasingly sure was a tight, bare pussy. Her jersey did lift up above the waistline of her skirt, revealing her taut abdomen as she arched her back. Tom let his hand slowly glide up the length of his shaft as he watched her, imagining that she was right in front of him, that he could slide his hand up her shirt and thrust his cock into the wetness between her legs.

As Bree relaxed from her stretch, she turned back toward the field, giving Tom a beautiful view of her delicately muscled figure, her legs still slightly spread apart. Tom continued to stroke himself, still slowly, to prolong the intense pleasure he was experiencing. Without warning, Bree quickly leaned forward, reaching toward the ground with her fingertips to reveal her bare ass as her skirt flipped up over her back. Fucking Christ, Tom thought, quickening his pace. This was better than he could have imagined. Her flexibility was impressive. She was practically kissing the ground between her feet as she held the stretch. With her legs spread apart, she tilted her pelvis slightly, presenting the puffy pink outer layers of her cunt. Tom could just imagine slipping the tip of his engorged cock into those tight folds. He could practically feel the wetness of her as he ran his hand across the head of his cock, lightly thrusting his hips forward with increasing urgency. He was practically already inside her. He wanted desperately to fill her with his seed. But something in him kept his orgasm at bay. He knew that Bree wasn’t done with her show.

After what seemed like forever, Bree stood up again, depriving Tom of the glorious view of her ass and pussy once more.

She turned away from the field again, and walked a few feet toward the building. Gently, she sat down in the grass, still facing the building, and lied down on her back. Her knees apart, Tom was able to get a full frontal view of that beautiful pussy at last. Now that he had a better view, Tom realized that despite the soft pink skin he had seen from behind, her pussy was not completely bald. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip of dark hair leading down to her slit, which now lay open, glistening in the evening sunlight. Mesmerized by the view, Tom tugged again at his cock, moving into a steady rhythm. He could feel the impending spasms building up as he jerked himself harder and harder. He felt his balls tighten, preparing for the release he desperately needed.

Finally, Bree sat up, skirt still hiked above her exposed cunt, legs spread out in a nearly full horizontal split. She stared at the building, her chest heaving, finally giving Tom permission to cum. At her nod of approval, he erupted, grunting loudly as his first shot hitting the window in front of him with a powerful thud, and continuing to splatter the glass with thick ropes of cum. The orgasm seemed to last forever, as he pumped himself through spasm after spasm. Even past the point of overwhelming sensitivity, he continued, desperate to shower Bree with every last ounce. Finally, complete, he slumped over to his desk and collapsed into his chair, utterly and completely drained.

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Bree, facing the broad side of the main school building, legs spread wide in a deep stretch, eyes closed and shoulders back, felt the potent rush of sexual energy flood through her being, feeding her deep need. Christened with orgasmic release, she opened her eyes and looked over the building in front of her. Twenty-seven classrooms faced east toward the field hockey field, thirteen of which were inhabited by male teachers. As she surveyed the building facade, she counted thirteen fresh white splatter patterns decorating the windows.

Bree Stevens smiled to herself. Good job boys, that’ll do nicely.

End of Chapter 1

Jan 25 2021

The card game. Sex story 0 (0)

Introduction:

My colleague Paul had come round. He’d been having a hard time of it lately at home and at work so a few drinks and games of poker were on the cards for the evening.

Beth was kindly keeping out of the way, giving us the space for a lads only night. She popped her head in “do you boys need drinks?” She asked. We agreed and she returned shortly after with two cold beers.

“Why don’t you join us?” Paul said, pointing to the chair between us.

“Oh I’m not much good at cards, plus this is your night, I don’t want to cramp your style” Beth responded.

“Nonsense, cards are better with more players plus I’d rather have you to look at than his ugly face” he gestured towards me and the two of them laughed.

“Maybe just a couple.of games then” and she sat down.

An hour later, Beth had played with pure beginners luck. She’d won almost every hand and was clearing up.

“Want to make it more interesting?” Asked Paul.

“What dyu mean” I said.

“Well, seeing as your wife here is winning and we’re running our of money, why don’t we play for dares”

“Like what?” Beth replied curious…intrigued almost.

“Well, If I win, I’d like you to do a dance for me…a sexy dance” Paul smirked.

“Are you joking?!” I said, annoyed at the cheek of it.

“She’s been winning all night, you don’t need to be worried”

“But…”

“No babe it’s fine, I think I can take that bet.” Beth replied. “and if I win, you two play the next round naked” she laughed.

“Deal” Paul quickly responded.

Without checking what I wanted, Paul began shuffling the cards and dealt. The game was going well until a last minute shift in luck, and Paul pulled out the winning hand. A large grin crept across his face and I looked at Beth in shock.

Surely he wouldn’t make Beth go through with it…would he? After an awkward silence, there was no let up, no easy pass given by Paul, so Beth stood up silently and made her way upstairs.

Moments later, Beth reappeared, walking down the stairs. We both looked over to see her long legs stretching out, coming down one step at a time.

As she got further down it was clear she intended to keep the bet. Dressed to impress, Beth rounded the bottom of the stairs and walked towards us. Our mouths dropped open.

She was dressed in a black lace body that ran high on the waist, showing off the full curve of her hips. The lace wove intricately over her body, her breasts cupped in lace, perfectly round and firm.

Her nipples were erect and pressing through the material, thin straps reached up to her delicate shoulders. The lace cut low and the neckline dropped below her breasts, showing off her incredible cleavage.

As she walked towards us, her black stiletto heels clicked on the floor. Her legs seemed to be endless and the lace pulled tight between her legs, barely covering the shape of her mound and lips .

Her hips swayed as she walked and her breasts bounced in time. It was hypnotic to watch and we both sat speechless watching her approach.

“A bet’s a bet” she said, and giggled at the sight of us both open mouthed. “Im gonna need some music though” as she turned to walk away.

As she did, Beth’s ass was revealed in all its glory. The lace body sat finely between her cheeks, barely there. Her perfectly round ass looked incredible as she walked, the heels adding more length and shape than ever before.

She turned on the music and then dimmed the lights. She walked towards Paul and began to slow her movement in time with the music. She’d chosen a slow sexy number and she was really working it.

As she got close, she rested her hands on his knees and leant in to whisper in his ear “is this what you want?” She said quietly and began to dance for him. Slowly at first then she started to really warm things up.

Her hips began to gyrate and she turned around giving him a full view of her ass. Paul let out a sigh and rubbed himself through his jeans. Like me, he was enjoying the show and was clearly finding the restraint difficult to maintain.

Beth bent over and grabbed her ankles, the material between her legs strained and slid in between her lips, giving Paul a perfect view of her married pussy. I could see she was wet as the dim light glistened on her mound.

She slowly stood up, then lowered herself backwards onto Paul’s lap, her hips still moving to the music. Clearly working the spot, Paul let out a groan and his hands found his way to Beth’s thighs.

Expecting to see my wife stop the innappropriate touching, I couldn’t believe it when her hands joined his and moved them towards her inner thigh.

She leant back into him and continued to moved slowly to the music, getting him off him through his jeans. Paul’s hands made their way up her legs, grabbing at her thighs and pulling them apart.

Beth’s legs obeyed and opened further and his hands found her wetness. She gasped as his fingers began rubbing her lace covered pussy.

Making no attempt to hide his moves anymore, Paul slid his fingers under the thin lace and began massaging her lips and clit, his fingers thick and wet with my wife’s juice.

Beth’s movements slowed and she reached behind to pull Paul in closer, pulling him by the neck. He started to kiss her as he slowly finger fucked her married hole.

I looked on completely stunned yet aroused. My cock was so hard as I watched my wife and my friend together.

Then without warning, Beth stood up and made her way over towards me. She looked so incredibly hot, so confident, so sexy. She rubbed a hand on my crotch and felt how hard I was. Reading my mind, she said “you like this don’t you?” and I couldn’t say a thing.

“Dyu think Paul is enjoying me, dyu think he’d like to see more of me?” She asked, but didn’t wait for a response. With one last grab of my hard cock, she stood upright and swayed back to Paul, this time sitting straight down on his lap facing him.

Beth leant in and began deep kissing him, their tongues were exploring each others mouths, her hands on the back of his head.

Paul’s hands reached up and began grabbing at Beth’s breasts, hard and rough. Beth groaned at his forcefullness and began grinding his cock harder through the material. One of his hands moved down and started to unbutton his jeans, all the time the kissing continued, getting harder and deeper.

His jeans were undone and he had no underwear on, his long hard cock stuck up above the waistband. Beth’s grinding was on flesh now and she could feel it.

As her pussy lips pressed out either side of the lace, they began to slide up and down the top of his pole, sharing her married wetness with him.

Both of Paul’s hands worked to pull his trousers lower and his full cock was now on show. He sat there less than a metre away, half naked whilst my horny wife went through the motions of fucking him.

Paul’s hands then found Beth’s pussy and began pulling at the clasps that held the crotch of her underwear together. As if by magic the material came undone and Beth’s pussy was completely exposed.

The contact between the pair was electric and the grinding intensified. Despite the lack of penetration, the two of them looked close to climax.

I could make out the large shaft of Paul’s cock now, glistening with the juice from my wife’s pussy. I could make out her swollen clit and mound, engorged from the stimulation. The two of them were going at it hard, as if I wasn’t even there.

Paul grabbed Beth’s ass and started lifting her higher. Beth’s grinding got harder as the tip of Paul’s cock found her clit and rubbed against it. Still he lifted her higher and the grinding continued.

I could no longer see his cock and it was hidden between her legs. He started to release her, slowly lowering her back down, and then it became clear what he was doing. Unprotected and with intent, he was going to enter my wife right here and now.

Beth had no idea what was happening until she felt the tip press against her hole, then in it went and she let out a moan. She tried to protest “no” she panted “don’t…” she couldn’t finish her sentence, as more of Paul’s cock entered her, stretching her tight insides. “Don’t….don’t stop” she managed, as she sat almost all the way down on him.

From there it seemed like Beth was in control. Paul sat there violently grabbing at her breasts and ass as she fucked him hard. He was deep inside her and Beth was beyond the point of reason now. She was consumed by the sex.

The two of them were breathing heavy, kissing harder and deeper. The grinding got quicker and Paul’s hands grabbed furiously at her ass.

The two of started fucking with increased vigour and they began moaning together, clearly getting close.

“Yes, yes!” Beth screamed, and she dug her nails into Paul’s back.

“Oh fuck” came Paul’s response.

“Im gonna cum” Beth cried “cum inside me” she panted.

The two of them were fucking like a machine, hard and fast, then, with a great cry, Paul came. Pulsing seed deep inside her womb, filling her, his hands grabbed her hard and pulled her tight. Beth came shortly after and the two of them sat there hugging tightly as their genitals pulsed together, soaking up every last moment of the climax.

The night ended shortly after that and the next hand of cards was never dealt.

Jan 25 2021

At the farm – part 1 0 (0)

Introduction:

*This story has been uploaded to other sites in swedish. As that implies, I’m not a native speaker and the story takes place in Sweden during the 19:th century, which was a time when many swedes left the country for looking for better opportunities. I hope the foreign setting doesn’t obstruct too much.

Lisa nervously adjusted her skirt as she waited in her new patrons dining room. She had traveled for three days in a horse-drawn carriage to get here and had never met the great farmer Karlsson herself, for whom she would now work. Her father and two sisters were currently on their way across the sea to the New Land, defying wind and water for the chance at a new life. But the money had not been enough for the whole family, so her father had written to Sigvard Karlsson, a friend since childhood. Lisa had gotten her hands on the letter before sending it and had sobbed as she read the desperate words from her father, who was practically asking on his bare knees for a job for Lisa. Karlsson’s answer had come quickly, with a promise of work and housing for as long as Lisa needed it. And so she was here now, dusty and tired after a long journey.

She heard footsteps outside the door and made one last attempt to straighten a tangle in her curly blonde hair. When the door opened, she stood with her fingers firmly in her curls, and with blushing cheeks she clasped her hands in front of her belly and nipples, her gaze on the floor.

“Ah, welcome, young Lisa,” said the master farmer with a friendly smile. “I hope the trip was gentle?” He was a tall man with broad shoulders shaped from a life of hard work. While many peasants struggled during these times, life had been good for Mr. Karlsson, who wore fine, clean clothes and looked to be in good spirits. Next to him stood a younger man, perhaps only slightly older than Lisa herself, and on the other side of the farmer stood a young girl of Lisa’s own age — eighteen or at most nineteen years old. She was struck by how beautiful and clean they all were. All three seemed to be well-fed and freshly bathed and she felt a scent of soap spread in the room. She herself had not seen a glimpse of a bathtub for several months and the last time she washed herself had been a couple of days earlier in a cold river at the side of the road. Her blush deepened.

“The journey was pleasant, but long, Mr. Karlsson,” Lisa said without raising her eyes.

“I understand that,” said the farmer. “And I really think a bath would be nice, right? And maybe a hot meal?”

Lisa’s stomach churned in response and the farmer’s warm smile widened, though she could sense something sad in his eyes. “Let me introduce my son, David, and Sara, who also works as a maid here. You two will share a room and I expect you to be good friends. Right, Sara?”

“Yes, Mr. Karlsson,” the young girl replied in a low voice.

“Sara, why don’t you take young Lisa and help her pour a hot bath and we’ll start preparing the food in the meantime?”

“Yes, Mr. Karlsson,” the young, blonde maid answered, taking Lisa’s hand while leading her out of the room. Lisa felt both the patrons and David’s eyes following her when she left.

Sigvard Karlsson grunted happily when the door closed behind the two girls. “Beautiful girl, right David?”

David blushed and avoided Sigvard’s eyes. “Yes,” he said. “Very.”

“Beautiful” was an understatement. The girl was as sweet as the sun, with her light curly hair and shy manner. When Mark had sent the letter, he had mentioned his daughter’s obedience and willingness to work, but completely missed that he had raised an angel the last eighteen years. Sigvard felt something move between his pants and he sensed that David was struggling with the same thoughts. Sigvard smiled inside – when he hired Sara, the idea was to lure his son out of his shell, give him a chance to grow out of his shyness. But while Sara was a beautiful, young girl, it quickly became clear where her interests lay. And it had not been with David.

Sigvard got harder when he remembered the knock on the door that night when Sara first visited him. She had been wearing a thin nightgown, her pale skin glistening in the moonlight as her bare feet slowly walked toward his bed. Without a word, she crawled up among his blankets and sheets and nestled in between his arms. Her nipples were hard through the thin fabric.

“I’m scared, Mr Karlsson,” she said with her face close to his. She shifted so she sat with her pale legs on either side of his hip.

“How do you mean?” Sigvard asked harshly.

“The devil has a grip on me. Every day and every night it burns.”

“Burns where?”

With glossy eyes she took his hand in hers and brought it up between her legs, towards the soft cleft. Her juices spread on his fingertips when he felt how wet she was, how open she was already to him. He tried to muster the willpower to ward her off. His wife was gone over the summer and his marriage was a happy one, but her horny eyes enchanted him.

“Every day I have to walk away, away from all watching eyes, so I do not go crazy,” Sara continued.

“And what do you do then, when you are alone?”

“I touch myself, hard and fast, until my sex is tender and face is glistening from sweat. But it is not enough. Sometimes I rub myself against things, pretending it be a man under me. But it is not enough either. I have tried everything – even hitting with the hairbrush where it burns the most. But the pain only makes it… warmer.”

Sigvard’s cock pulsed in his underwear. He now knew that he would never be able to push her away, not when she made her will so clear. And that made him angry, not at her but at himself. That he, with all he had accomplished in life, so easily lost the battle against a girl not even half as old as he. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers drilled into her buttocks through the thin fabric.

“It’s called being horny,” Sigvard said. “Everyone is sometimes, but some are born with more of it than others. It can very well be a curse.”

“How do I get rid of it?” she gasped as his hand fondled her buttocks.

“You can not. You can only give in. You are a slut, made to please others.” He may have been angry with himself, but he directed his anger at the girl.

“I am not!” said Sara, but her moan betrayed her as his hands reached under her nightgown and parted her buttocks.

“You are. Cursed to be a horny slut for the rest of your life, to suffer in shame. But I can help you if you want.”

“How?”

“You can not get rid of it, so you have to give in. I can satisfy you and it will give you rest. I can train you to deal with it and learn to steer your horniness in the right direction, but in that case you have to do as I say, always. Is that understood? “

Sara, this eighteen-year-old girl who had only lived on his farm for a couple of weeks, nodded. “I will do as you say. I will be your slut.”

“Good.” Without warning, he pulled off her nightgown and she gasped as her body was exposed. Still angry at himself and his weakness, he twisted her nipples. Not hard, but determined. She moaned in pain-mixed pleasure as he embraced her firm, full breasts with his hands. He threw her onto bed and she bounced softly on the mattress. She watched with wide eyes as he pulled his cock out off his underwear. It rocked in all its glory, almost as wide as her arm. It must have been a terrifying sight for a young virgin like Sara, but she did not back down as he brought his limb to her lips. “Open your mouth.” He knew his voice was hissing. The anger that burned in him spurred on his lust, made his hands shake as he grabbed her head and pulled her towards his pulsating member. He moaned loudly as her saliva-soaked tongue touched the sensitive top of his cock with tentative strokes. The primal part of him wanted to thrust himself to the root, into her throat, filling her completely. But he resisted the impulse. No matter how horny he was – and no matter how much this was her fault – she was still young and inexperienced. He would take his time with her, train her, make her his. And when Maja, his wife, returned in a couple of months … it was a problem to be solved at a later time.

He let her get used to the feeling of the hard cock, let her tongue and lips become more confident in his movements before he pulled out.

Sara breathed heavily, catching her breath. He might have been tougher on the team than he realized. “I did not know you could do that,” she gasped. “With your mandom… in my mouth …”

“You will learn a lot more than that,” said Sigvard, and she gasped as he pulled her around so that she was lying on her stomach between his blankets. He pulled up her hip with his hands and enjoyed how warm and soft her skin was. He caressed the buttocks, parted and slapped them lightly. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she said shyly.

SLAP His palm left a slight red blush over her pale buttock. “How long have you had these desires? How long have you not been able to control these wicked thoughts?”

“For several years, since I was very young,” she mumbled down to the pillow. She squeked when he slapped her again. “I have been punished for it before,” she continued. “I told the village priest how I felt, how it always burned between my legs and how my breasts were always hard, despite my infertility. I wanted him to understand so I let him feel, first on top of my breasts and then between my legs … Oh! ” Sigvard’s hand struck her bare buttocks again and the blush spread.

“What happened next?”

“He got upset, so he told me to get over his knees, pulled my dress up over my ass and punished me like my master does now … But worse, harder.”

“But it did not help,” said Sigvard. SLAP

“No,” she moaned between the hits. “It only got worse. I felt his limb beneath me, how hard it got, and the longer he held on, the more it burned. I parted my thighs as I lay over his knees and begged him to touch me. He slapped me harder, but I kept begging and finally … He stuck touched me with his fingers and rubbed them against my sex. Something went through my body and after a while I screamed loudly while something wet shot out of me. It stained his clothes and … ah! ah! ah! “

Sigvard slapped her several times in a row, varying between the two buttocks.

“And that’s why your family sent you here, right?”

She nodded quietly into the sheets. “I could not stay in the village after that. The priest threatened to destroy for father and mother if I did not leave immediately, so …”

Sigvard let his fingers caress the red lines over her ass. Suddenly he felt pity for the creature beneath him. She could not help her feelings – she was created differently, and it did not have to be an evil thing. God was not prone to mistakes, after all. “You are not created wrong, Sara,” said Sigvard. “You are just cast in a different way. It will take a while, but eventually you will find your way in this life. But you do not have to be ashamed of who you are.”

“But it’s so hard!” she said. “Even now, when you punish me, I feel how it burns in my whole body and it takes everything so that I do not let go of everything and rub my fingers between my legs.”

In response, Sigvard let his own finger round the bend that separated the butt from the pussy. She was hot and wet and her labia were parted around his fingertips. Sara let out a desperate moan and itched her hip against his hand.

“I will teach you to take care of yourself. At the same time as I teach you to take care of me. And when one day you find your own husband, you will pass on what I have taught you. Sounds good?”

She was silent for a few moments. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes.” Sigvard continued to caress her pussy, letting two fingers slide back and forth over her wet cave. He pressed his thumb lightly against her second opening. It had been many years since a woman let him take her from the behind, but he still remembered the tight embrace around his cock, how his semen always shot hardest after an ass fuck. Oh, that he missed the early years of his youth. He had been much like Sara, with desires that could hardly be controlled. But unlike Sara, he had been lucky enough to encounter a like-minded girl early on. Together they had explored all that the primal world had to offer. They had traveled together and found others like themselves. It had been good years. “I will teach you. And train you. But it will have to wait until another day. Tonight I will only show you one thing.”

“What?”

In response, he straightened his cock and pressed it against her leaking pussy. He heard her gasp as his broad glans parted her labia and pressed into her. And quickly, without warning – he knew she would endure it – he bumped, taking her innocence in the time between two heartbeats.

Sara howled, but mainly of pleasure, a lesser part of surprise and an even lesser of pain. The anger had subsided, but the energy it evoked still burned strong in Sigvard and he began to fuck Sara hard. To someone else, he would have been softer and more gentle, but he recognized Sara’s for what she was. A gentleman would never be enough for her – she needed fire. And Sigvard had plenty of it.

With both hands around her hips, he thrust his cock into her. His balls hit her pussy and Sara emitted muffled sounds in time with his cock.

“Oh- oh- oh- oh-” She buried her face in a pillow, trying to muffle her moans of pleasure.

SLAP Sigvard resumed his blows with the palm of his hand. Every fifth thrust was followed by his palm, which left an increasing redness on her buttocks.

“Oh- oh- oh- oh- oh- * Smack * Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- * Smack * Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- SLAP Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- SLAP Oh! Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- SLAP oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- SLAP oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- SLAP oh! Oh- oh- oh- Oh-“

Her pussy was the tightest he had ever experienced. It tightened and twitched around his cock, while her ass followed his movements in perfect thrusts. She formed such a beautiful and arousing sight beneath him, where she tossed her head back and forth, moving as wildly as his hands and cock allowed while the ecstasy was building inside her. He felt how the climax started to build inside him, how the seed was gathering, but he had no plans cum before her. So he increased the speed of both his palm and his hips.

SLAP “OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP AH! oh- SLAP OH! Ah- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP AH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- Harder! SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! ah- SLAP OH! oh- SLAP OH! oh- HARDER!”

Sigvard was not slow to obey.

SLAP OH! SLAP OH! SLAP OH! SLAP OH! SLAP OH! SLAP OH! SLAP OH! SO GOOD! AHHHHHHHH! “

She came with a loud howl and her body twisted spasmodically between his hands. The cramps in her pussy pushed him over the line and he pulled out his cock just as the first jet of semen shot out of his tip. He came over her back and red buttocks, leaving sticky traces over the smooth, blushing skin.

Sara lay with her head over her crossed arms and breathed heavily. Sigvard imagined that this was the first time she had ever been completely satisfied. That it was the first time it did not burn between her legs.

He sat down on his knees next to her. His cock, still semi-hard, dangled at her open eyes and without prompting she raised her head and took it between her lips. He stroked her hair as she cleaned his cock and wondered how the taste of both cum and her own pussy juices must hit her. But she just smiled with tired eyes and smacked her lips when she was done. She was that mix of sweet and beautiful that Sigvard was always drawn to – reasonably innocent on the outside, but everything else on the inside. His cock started jerking again.

“Oh,” Sara said as she felt his cock grow in her hand. She caressed the top with her thumb and jerked him slowly. “Does it usually go so fast to get hard again?”

“Only when it is properly motivated.”

“And I motivate it?” she asked with innocent eyes.

“Apparently.”

With a smile, she took the cock in her mouth again. A few minutes later, with his fingers intertwined in her hair, he came with deep thrusts into her mouth. A thin stream of semen flowed from her full mouth. She swallowed, again without prompting. Twenty minutes later, she rode him as he fucked her for another orgasm, which ended with their lips locked in an intense kiss.

“Father?”

Sigvard realized that he was standing and daydreaming. His mind returned to the hall where his son was waiting for him. “I must have started thinking about something else.”

“If you say so,” David said. There was something suspicious in his voice, but he let it be. “I hope the new girl is as good a worker as Sara.”

“Eh …” The thought that struck Sigvard did not follow David’s meaning, and he forced himself to push it away. But it returned quickly and suddenly he was stuck with the picture of Lisa and Sara on his bed, naked and curled up, while he approached with his cock on high alert. “Eh, we can only hope, my son.” Jesus! Sara thought she had a problem with her desires! If she only knew- His thoughts stopped. If she knew, she would most likely do everything in her power to make it a reality.

Maybe it wasn’r such a far-fetched idea after all? Not with Sara as a conspirator by his side?

Perhaps?

Jan 25 2021

The Tightest Girl In Class 0 (0)

Introduction:

My first erotic story! This was something I’d fantasize about when I finished university and I couldn’t help but notice the lack of cream pie stories on here. I’m not sure if I’ll write more but this was a fun way to destress! Let me know if you’d like more though! Or any feedback would be awesome!

It was late. Foxy was working on her essay in the computer lab. She was nearly finished, just needed to do some editing and she was free to head home to her boyfriend, Bruce, to watch some TV and relax for the weekend

Not the greatest essay I’ve ever written, She thought to herself. But still, better than nothing.

As far as she knew, the only ones in the building right now were she, the security guards who were checking in on her from time to time, and a group of boys from her acting class: Wilson, Gabe, and Ian. She hadn’t spoken to them much, like most boys, they weren’t interested in talking to her if she wasn’t single. Not that she wasn’t good looking, she had been on plenty of dates in High School before she got together with her dimwitted yet scary looking boyfriend. But she was mature for her age, something that scared some boys away but drew in some like the performance teacher who subtly had his eye on her much more than the other girls in class, though maybe she was just imagining the sexual tension between them.

She felt a tap on her shoulder, it made her jump more than she should have. She would have heard the creaking door of the computer lab, but she had headphones on.

“Sorry, Foxy!” Wilson smiled apologetically. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, working on that stupid essay.” She groaned. “Shouldn’t you be working on it too?”

“No, all done. I’m working on that assignment for that performance class with the guys.” He smiled. “Speaking of, would you mind coming in and looking at our piece, give us some feedback?”

“Me?” She wondered if the late night made him crazy or something. He usually ignored her unless he had to talk to her.

“Yeah, you’re all done, right?”

“In a minute, yeah. I just need to email my essay.” He smiled wider.

Foxy had to admit, Wilson was pretty good looking. He had long light brown hair that he tied back, and matching eyes that seemed to be all business and kindness, until he wanted you to see otherwise. She hadn’t seen this look for anyone else except on stage and the few quick glances he’d give her if they were doing a scene together, which again, was the extent of conversation.

Wilson waited patiently as she sent off her essay. Then he told her to put her scarf over her eyes. She didn’t question it, they had plenty of projects that involved getting the audience involved in doing some weird things like being in the dark.

Wilson took her hand and lead her to one of the performance rooms, she recognized the familiar smells and sounds.

“You got her!” It sounded like Gabe, laughing in joy, as if he couldn’t believe Wilson got Foxy to follow him. Gabe had beautiful tan skin and black hair, he always dressed the nicest of the two between he and Wilson, but his over confident personality usually turned most people off. She could feel all three boys surrounding her.

“Oh, yes.” She could hear a smile in Wilson’s voice.

“I don’t know if we should do this, guys.” Ian was one of the smartest guys in their class, and one of the better looking ones with his piercing blue eyes that would make any woman weak in the knees. She thought it was weird that Ian would be grouped with these men, he seemed like the black sheep, but he appeared to be a little close with them outside of class.

“Oh come on, the guards told us to lock up, they’re not here, and if the rumours are true, we’re doing her a favour. And you won’t tell, will you, Foxy?” She could feel a hand on her face, a thumb on her lips. She had to admit, she was the slightest bit turned on, but she was also confused.

“Um, can I take my blindfold off?” She asked, reaching up to grab it, but she felt hands on her wrists putting them down, pinning them behind her..

“Oh no, leave it.” This time, the same hand that was on her face moved down to her neck and chest where her heart was.

“She’s trembling.” Gabe was holding her hands, almost laughing as he heard her breathing and felt her hands shake. Goddamn her body betraying her, most never got this close to her to notice.

“Her heart’s beating a mile a minute.” Wilson smiled. “Something tells me you like being touched while blindfolded, don’t you Foxy?”

“Wh-what?” What scene was this? What were they doing?

Wilson took his hand off her chest and pulled her close, she could feel his breath in her ear.

“We have this experiment going on.” Wilson whispered. “We’re wondering, who has the tightest pussy in class. Ian says that according to your friends, you said only ever been with one man, if that’s true, I think that might make you our top contender.”

Foxy only had to tell her friends that to tell them why she was uncomfortable doing a makeout scene with her friend, how would Ian know that?

“Wh–” He put his hand over her mouth.

Wilson moved his other hand down, just grazing her breasts, and put his hand down her pants. He felt outside of her panties first.

“Someone’s warm.” He whispered. Then he pushed aside her panties and put one finger inside. “Hmm, you’re wet, but I think we can do better.”

Foxy wanted to fight and scream, she squirmed and tried to get out of Gabe’s grip and be heard, but they were strong and determined. Wilson took his hand out and put it on her face, she could feel how wet she was.

“Shut up,” Wilson said. “You can try all you want to pretend you’re this sweet, innocent, mature girl who’s dedicated to her boyfriend, but I bet, you’re depriving the rest of the world of that sweet pussy of yours, and you’re really as sex crazed as we are.”

Wilson’s hand was taken away for a second until a piece of cloth went around her mouth to gag her.

“Where should we start, boys?” Wilson asked.

“I’ve wanted to see those tits of hers for the past three years!” Gabe said.

Foxy shook her head, no, this couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be showing her breasts to another man, let alone three!

Gabe pulled her hands back, her finger tips now grazing where his hard cock was over his jeans, as Wilson unbuttoned her shirt.

“For an innocent girl who doesn’t want to be seen, you wear a lot of low vnecks.” Gabe whispered, nibbling her ear the slightest bit, forcing her hands to touch his bulge even more. “Don’t be shy. Touch it, I know you’re curious.” He grinded against her hands, she could feel the size, he was definitely bigger than Bruce.

She heard scissors cut her bra open. Good thing she didn’t spend too much on her underwear, Bruce was too used to her body to care about whatever was over her breasts and pussy.

“Oh my god,” Ian gasped. “Fuck you’ve been holding out.”

She felt Wilson step aside as Ian grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly.

“See, Ian?” Gabe said. “We told you this would be a great idea. This experiment is going to go so well.”

She could feel Ian’s tongue on her right breast, licking and sucking the nipple so gently. Foxy knew Ian probably didn’t have as much sex as Wilson and Gabe, but she could tell he’d done this before.

“Let me have a turn.” Gabe said. “Wilson, take my spot.”

“Actually…” Foxy could hear something metal clanging. Wilson was looking through her bag and found her magician’s handcuffs. “Why did you have this?”

“For a skit!” She tried to say through the gag. She finished that skit months ago, she must have forgotten to take them out of her bag.

“Like I said,” Gabe chuckled. “She’s holding out on us. Let’s chain her to the bar.”

The boys lead her to the ballerina bar with the mirror. She felt each cuff going on each hand and the bar. Now there was definitely no escape.

She felt each boy take a turn fondling her breasts, teeth grazing the nipples every so often. She was somewhat grateful for the gag since it would quiet her small moans.

Foxy had somewhat of a rape fantasy, and though she was terrified right now, and Bruce’s face flashed before her as they fondled and kissed her, she was still enjoying herself even a little. Being worshipped and praised, and used.

She could feel her pants at one point being pushed down with her panties.

“Lay her down.” Wilson demanded as Ian and Gabe stopped, laying her on the floor, still chained to the bar, as Wilson took the rest of her pants off.

“Gabe, tell me what you think. Think she’s wet enough?” She could hear Wilson’s own pants unbuckling and being taken off as Gabe’s fingers found their way into her pussy once more.

“She’s so wet,” Gabe moaned. Then she suddenly felt his tongue on her pussy.

Foxy wasn’t used to being eaten out. Bruce barely did since it often took her a while to cum. But Gabe knew what he was doing, and it was clear he loved to eat pussy.

“She tastes so good.” He said, putting two fingers into her pussy as he continued to lick her clit. She squirmed and screamed in pleasure, but tried to make it sound like she wasn’t enjoying it.

“You know,” Wilson said. “The more you pretend not to like it, the more turned on I get. Why do you think I didn’t ask nice?”

She felt the gag come off as Wilson’s cock replaced it. He was huge. Much bigger than Bruce, she could barely fit just how thick he was in her mouth. Foxy wondered how long it was, would it even fit in her pussy? Would things go that far? She wouldn’t let herself want to find out.

“Aww, she can barely fit me.” Wilson said. “I wonder how small that boyfriend of her’s is.”

“Wilson, come on.” Ian spoke. “Quit hogging her.”

“One second,” He said and took his cock out of her. She coughed a bit before the blindfold was taken off and Wilson squeezed her mouth in his hands. “You’re on the pill right?”

“What?” She tried to say, her eyes adjusting to the light. He squeezed harder.

“You have protection?” He asked again. “We weren’t planning on fucking you earlier and it’s not like condoms are just lying around.”

“Um… IUD.” Foxy said. Wilson smiled, this smile was evil. She could almost feel like she knew what he was thinking.

“Perfect.” He said. Before she could protest, Ian put his cock in her mouth. He wasn’t nearly as big as Wilson, or as big as she assumed Gabe was, but he was still a bit bigger than Bruce, who she still couldn’t totally fit in her mouth or pussy.

Gabe stopped eating her out and looked at Ian.

“Switch. She’s so wet now, it’ll be no problem.” Gabe stood up and took off his pants as Ian went down to her legs.

“No! Stop!” Foxy whimpered. “Please! I won’t tell anyone! Just please don’t!”

“We’ll use you as much as we want tonight.” Gabe said, squeezing her mouth the same way Wilson did, pushing is pants down with the other hand. “And maybe after that if you’re good.”

She was expecting Gabe to put his cock in her mouth next, but instead, they looked at Ian and her face. They wanted to see her reaction, see the moment that they won, see that their experiment, that their theory of her having the tightest pussy, were true.

“Please, Ian!” Foxy pleaded one last time. “Ian, you’re better than this!”

Ian stopped for a second, looked at her, then looked at her exposed breasts.

“Sorry, Foxy.” He smiled and grabbed one hungrily. “It’s for science.”

He slid his whole cock then and stopped, his face in shock for a second and pounded into her as he laughed.

“Fuck! Oh my god, she’s so tight,” She chuckled. “Fuck it’s like my cock is being held by a vice grip! I bet a dildo would just slide out!”

Foxy wanted to cry, whimper, but this felt so good. Being fucked by another man, she didn’t think this would ever happen, that any man would want her like this.

“Stop,” She kept saying. “Stop, I don’t want this!” She sounded less convincing this time.

“Too late,” Gabe said as he shoved his cock into her face. “Use that long tongue of yours and take it.”

She obeyed, telling herself it was for survival but she also kind of wanted to now. Being used by three men at once that she thought had no interest in her, now wanting her body, needing it, craving it.

“Oh my god,” Ian moaned. “I’m getting close!”

“Just cum inside her,” Gabe said. “I know I will when I get to fuck her.”

Foxy squirmed, she’d never been cum inside before. She didn’t know how effective the IUD would be against one load, never mind two. Did they all plan to cum inside her?

“Oh yeah,” Ian moaned. “We’re going to use this fucking pussy over and over.” He nibbled at her breasts, one of Foxy’s weaknesses. She couldn’t help but moan.

“Cum, Ian.” Wilson said. “Cum inside our new personal cum slut. Be the first to fill her up with cum.”

Ian stopped, Foxy could feel his cum filling her up. When he pulled out, she could feel it dripping.

“Holy shit,” Gabe said as he pulled out of Foxy’s mouth. “That’s the most I’ve seen you cum.”

“Clean up in her mouth.” Wilson demanded, taking Foxy’s hand and putting it on his huge cock. She was still to scared to look and see how big it was, but it felt long. “Get hard again, we’re going to put loads inside her. One after the other.”

Gabe didn’t waste any time before shoving his slightly bigger cock into her, pushing Ian’s cum deeper inside her. It was painful, she squirmed and tried to stop him from going any deeper, but he kept pushing, his cock barely at the base.

“Fuck! She’s still so tight!” Gabe moaned as he thrusted deeper inside her.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Wilson said, “You’ll love being our little cum slut. Our little fuck doll.”

He took her head away from Ian’s cock, giving her a chance to breathe for a second and turned it to take his massive cock. She closed her eyes as he did.

“Open your eyes,” Wilson said. “Look at the camera and say you’re our little cum slut.”

Foxy opened her eyes and saw the phone, he was recording this! She screamed, but he pushed his cock deeper.

“You fucking love it.” He said. “Our little fuck doll.”

She tried to push away, stop everything! How could she have let things go so far? Her reputation was at risk! He could put this anywhere, Bruce could see, her professors could see!

“I think she got wetter from seeing you recording,” Gabe moaned. No, it was impossible! She couldn’t be getting turned on by this! “Yeah, you like me pushing Ian’s cum deeper inside you, huh?” Gabe continued. “Then Wilson’s gonna put a load in you and push our cum in. You love that, don’t you, Foxy? You love being used?”

Wilson took his cock out, putting the camera in her face.

“My friend just asked you a question.” He said.

“I…” Was all she could say. Wilson slapped her lightly.

“Say you love being fucked.” Wilson said.

Foxy couldn’t speak, she refused and shook her head.

Wilson slapped her harder.

“Say it.” He said.

She was quiet still, Wilson raised his hand.

“I love… being used!” She said. Gabe thrusted faster, he liked what he heard.

“Say you love being fucked by Gabe’s big hard cock.”

To avoid another slap she complied.

“I love being fucked by Gabe’s big hard cock.” She cried. Gabe thrusted harder.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” Gabe moaned. “Say you want my cum!”

“You heard him!” Wilson demanded.

She was quiet for a second, realizing that she did want his cum. She wanted to be filled up, continue to be filled up and used, but she couldn’t let them know.

“Say it now!” Gabe moaned louder.

Wilson raised his hand to slap Foxy.

“I want your cum, Gabe!” She moaned.

He came. She could feel the streams of cum in her pussy filling her up with Ian’s cum. Gabe and Ian now both had loads inside her, and it scared Foxy how much she loved that fact. She’d never been a creampie girl, even when watching porn, but she loved the feeling.

Gabe got out of her pussy, the two men’s cum dripping out of her, and Foxy felt she needed a break. She also wanted to avoid Wilson’s huge cock she still hadn’t seen completely, never mind feel inside her.

“Please,” She moaned as she licked Gabe’s cock clean, willingly now. “My pussy can’t be as tight as before. Just let this be the end of it!”

“That’s what you think.” Wilson moved where Gabe was and handed Ian the camera. “Why do you think we started with Ian before me?” He chuckled. “Look at it.”

Foxy looked at his cock. It looked like the kind you’d just hear about, see porn videos of and assume it wasn’t real. It had to be almost a foot long, and it was so thick, no wonder she struggled to take it all.

Wilson shoved his fingers into her cum filled pussy as she looked.

“Oh yeah,” He moaned. “You know, you’re the first girl we’d cum inside like this. Our first cum slut. But, I know when a woman’s turned on from my cock.” He lined up his cock with her pussy then. “And you have no excuses to not take it all.”

He pushed slowly, taking his time and enjoying the cum filled pussy of his friends. Foxy whimpered, but as he got deeper she started to scream from the pain, and Ian took her mouth and shoved his cock inside.

“Get your mind off the pain,” He said. “You’ll enjoy it soon enough.”

She nodded and tried to concentrate on sucking his cock as she used her other hand to jack off Gabe. They stepped closer as she tried to please them both at once, both Ian and Gabe moaned. Most girls probably didn’t do this for them.

She could hear Gabe take the keys from the handcuffs and take them off. She was submissive to them now, no reason to run.

Foxy let her mind go blank, enjoying being filled, enjoying pleasing these two men. She wanted to give in to the pleasure, to let the pain and her other fears subside.

“Foxy,” Wilson moaned as he stopped. They all looked at him. “You are the tightest girl in school.”

Then he thrust, taking his cock completely out then back into her again. Slowly at first, then gaining speed.

Foxy moaned, she didn’t care anymore. Taking in all of their cocks in her mouth and her pussy.

“Fuck!” She moaned. “Oh my god fuck this is so good!”

“You like being filled?” Ian asked, camera in her face.

“Yes!” She screamed, taking in his cock in her mouth.

“You like the fact I’m pushing Ian and Gabe’s cum deeper and deeper inside you than anyone ever will with my big thick cock?” Wilson said, pounding harder and deeper. They pulled her hair back to answer.

“Yes! Oh my god yes!” She went back to sucking his cock.

“Our cum belongs inside your pussy, right?” Gabe asked. “Deep inside your pussy, so deep we’re putting that little IUD to the test?”

She just nodded, trying to keep from screaming, she was so close to cumming.

“You want me to shoot my cum deep inside you?” Wilson asked as he pounded harder and deeper than before. “You want me to fill you up to the brim? Over flowing with my cum and my friends’?”

She whimpered.

“Say it.” He demanded. “Say you want to be filled with our cum, you tight cum slut!”

The boys could tell, she was so close to cumming. They pulled her hair back.

“YES!” She screamed as she felt her orgasm build. “YES FILL ME UP, PLEASE WILSON! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR CUM WITH IAN AND GABE’S PLEASE!”

He thrusted harder than he had before, moaning loudly as everyone could hear the squish of Ian and Gabe’s cum eventually mix with Wilson’s. Foxy screamed in ecstasy, from the feeling and thought that she had three men fill her pussy with cum.

Wilson smiled and got up, grabbing Foxy’s head and making her lick all three of the men’s cum from his cock. She loved this taste. She loved this feeling.

Foxy wondered what was going to happen next. Were they going to leave her there? What about the video?

“Uh oh,” Ian said, taking the camera to her pussy. “Looks like a bunch of cum came out.”

“Looks like you gotta replenish it.” Wilson smiled.

“WHAT?!” Foxy said, before moaning as Ian thrusted back into her, ready to fill her up again.

“We’re going to have some fun with you.” Ian smiled, grabbing her breast again, showing his cock in her pussy to the camera. “Look at that, all three of our cum inside this pussy.” Now she could see his smile, the evil inside him that made him the perfect match for Wilson and Gabe’s gang.

“What do you say?” Wilson said. “You wanna be our little cum slut? Let us fuck you when we say? Fill you when we say with loads of cum?”

“Just imagine,” Gabe whispered. “After class, Wilson takes you, fills you with cum. Later, Ian does. During break of one of our lectures, I fill you up.” His hand slowly creeped down to play with her pussy as Ian thrusted, feeling all of their cum mixed together to lubricate her pussy. “Come on, Foxy, what do you say?”

Jan 25 2021

101 Days of Lockdown 5 (1)

Introduction:

“It doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t need to. We both know what this is and what we both want. These are extenuating circumstances. As far as I’m concerned we’re not blood relatives, barely even related. We’re just an emergency fuck.”

WE ARE A HUNDRED AND one days into a weird sort of totalitarian lockdown. A hundred and one days without going out, seeing friends, going to school (never thought I’d miss that) or going to the shops. A hundred and one painfully long, boring days unable to do anything remotely normal, all because someone actively chose to scran a bat and introduce the world to novel coronavirus.

Thanks for that.

Well, that’s if you choose to believe that bullshit anyway. The only certainty about this whole weird alternative world we’ve found ourselves in is that however it started it has fucked it for the rest of us. We have to wear masks. We wash our hands a hundred times a day. I use hand sanitizer like my life depends on it. There’s a daily death report on the 5 o’clock news each night that we’re all absolutely glued to watching, to the point that it has become a rote part of daily life. A ‘new normal’ in a weird new world that George Orwell wrote about back in 1948 with an almost frightening degree of accuracy. Big Brother was indeed watching, albeit it he donned a ridiculous hairstyle and struggled to string a sentence together most of the time. Now this all could have come about because of a dodgy bat from an illegal food market in Wuhan, but it could also have been because some bright spark decided to experiment with strains of deadly diseases in a ‘secret’ biological facility, and one of them managed to infect themselves and it got out. If it were to come out that China (Chyyyna, if you’re a thumb with hair that managed to get elected President) had been secretly testing on the SARS virus all along I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

It’s 2020 after all…

The other certainty that’s become extremely apparent in all of this is that my stepsister, Tia, seems hell bent on making my life a living hell throughout lockdown…

Well at least it gives her something to do, I suppose.

Tia is fifteen. She has dark purple hair and she is in that ‘discovering herself’ phase. She is a couple of years younger than me and we’d never seen eye to eye at all. We don’t like each other. She’d come into mylifeyears before when my Dad married her Mum. He moved in to their house and I chose to live with Mum. I saw Dad on the weekends but rarely stayed. But, since the lockdown I have been uprooted because Mum is high-risk and is self-isolating, and so I came to live with Dad temporarily, which automatically puts me on the back foot. I’m stuck in a small three bedroom terraced house with the world’s strictest parents and a step-sister who hates me. This is her back yard. Naturally, a fifteen-year-old only child and a seventeen-year-old only child now forced to live together was never going to be easy. For the most part we ignore each other. Any argument I lose anyway so I find it best to stay out of the way. She screams even if she is at fault. Dad shouts at me irrespective just so that he can keep the peace with Julie. I’m a quick learner. Any fault is my fault in this place. We don’t get on so I keep to myself and stay out of her way… life is easier that way.

—–

IT’S MONDAY AND I’M up early even though there’s fuck all for me to do, but I don’t get to use the bathroom for nearly ninety minutes because Tia is in there doing some sort of ‘beauty regime’ which is code for God knows what, and whenever I even think about knocking on the door to see how long she’ll be I get screeched at. It’s a warm and sticky morning and I’m woken by the sun peeking in through my blinds as if to tell me that I’d slept too long and that I need to get up. After all, I have a busy day of doing not very much ahead of me! At this point I’d probably spend the next half an hour stroking my rock-hard teenage wood that was currently pitching a tent in my shorts but I’m bursting for the toilet so it kills the mood.

The news today is about the ongoing lockdown and if they’re going to extend it. Infection cases are still on the rise even though everyone is meant to be under a ‘stay at home’ order and the consensus from the administration was that a further extension was needed in order to get the R number down and decrease the rate of infection. I try and make sense of it but I get bored of the stats and endless commentary so I switch off.

I head to the bathroom door and try and listen to what Tia is doing in there, but it’s just a mass of phone noise and the occasional buzz from either a razor or an applicator or whatever else she’s up to. I’m busting to use the bathroom but telling her that would only make her slow down so I stay quiet and I just wait on the fringes until I can’t take it anymore. Part of me just wants to burst in there but it’s not worth the inevitable backlash.

Eventually she surfaces, and I hear the door unlocking from the inside so I spring to attention and race to the door before anyone else can “just nip in” and take up another chunk of time I don’t have. Tia opens it in a world of her own and is taken aback at my presence, jumping startled and a weird shrill sort of noise escapes her lips. She’s only in her underwear and for a minute I’m taken aback too and we’re just sort of eying each other up.

She’s wearing a cute little white number and I’m in awe at how she looks. Her hair is tied into a tight, slick ponytail that bobs at the back of her head so her face is fully on show, her eyes sparkle with something but it’s masked behind the shock and panic. She’s wearing a white-laced bralette from Oh Polly!, which leaves nothing to the imagination. Her abs are defined and on show and she’s got a slender, lithe physique and a really voluptuous, tidy body. She’s a hardbody allright. She’s wearing a silky white thong with lace at the sides and it clings to her frame. The thong is tight against her and I can see the outline of her labia through the material. Her legs are a golden brown from the fake tan regime she does, and they seem to go on forever.

Fuck knows what she has doing in there but I can imagine and right now I am doing.

Through the lace’s bralette I can see her puffy nipples and her areolas and I feel myself stirring a bit in my pants. My morning wood is very much back. I’m topless because I’ve just got up and not yet showered and I’m wearing some baggy sweats, which is good because looking at her makes me growin my pants.

She regains some sort of composure and stammers, and she catches me eying her up. Her eyes are unreadable but from her expression mine really are not. She can read me like a book.

“Why are you staring at me, perv?”

That brings it back down to reality and I snap out of this trace.

“Don’t flatter yourself you selfish cunt,” I spit out, even taking myself aback at the venom in my tongue, and she’s visibly surprised at my vicious reaction. “You’re not the only one who lives here.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re not even fit anyway,” I lie as she barges past me, covering herself a little too late and she slams her bedroom door behind her.

I go into the bathroom and close the door; a normal conversation to start the day.

“Fuck.”

It’s a warm morning anyway and now I’m sweating. I drop my pants and take a look at the erect cock that springs out. It’s just over seven inches, and pretty thick. It aches upon release and for a minute I just look at it trying to compose myself. She looked pretty fucking hot. I’m a little confused mentally because she’s my younger stepsister, but seeing her like that stirred things inside me. I was not expecting that. I try and compose myself and attempt to use the toilet but I fail miserably.

“Fuck,” I say again.

I play back what I’ve just seen and my cock swells to capacity. I’m sat on the toilet, thinking about my stepsister, nursing a throbbing hard on. It’s something I never thought would happen but here we are, we’re rolling with it. It’s intense being stuck within these four walls 24/7. No privacy. No escape. Gone are the days when I could go to the park and ogle at girls in their summer dresses and short skirts. My Dad is always walking into my room whenever he feels like it so trying to wank off in this environment is such a challenge that even when I do get the chance the moment is gone as there’s always that thing in the back of my mind telling me I’m going to get caught. People are always around. I’m seventeen. I need to release. And being stuck around the same three faces everyday is killing me. Tia and I never speak. I’ve never given her any consideration until now, but seeing her stood there in her underwear, the tightness of her body and the way her ass and cunt are packed into those panties… I find myself masturbating, my cock groaning out in appreciation at this uninterrupted ritual. I cum quickly and I cum hard. I have to stifle a groan because it comes so overwhelmingly I involuntarily start moaning out into the room.

Hormones are fully flowing now and I have no other means of release. Being stuck in the same confined space is difficult, and she may be a twat but she’s attractive and when Tia is walking around the house in just her panties things happen. It’s not like I have anyone else to stare at. Thinking about her tight little body gets me hard again. I play back seeing her labia through her thong. I think about what’s between those lips, if she’s clean-shaven or whether there’s a landing strip. I picture her pussy clean-shaven, wet and warm and then I’m playing with myself again. My hand strokes my shaft smoothly up and down, the tip of my head groaning to be inside of her. Jesus, I need to get out of this house. Suddenly needing the toilet is at the back of my mind as I stroke another one out thinking of my stepsister and her tight cunt. My groan is louder this time and I cum hard again.

The bathroom is next door to Tia’s bedroom and there’s a good chance she’s heard me but I don’t care. I finish and I jump in the shower to clean up. I try and think about what she was doing in here for so long but I can’t, my head is shot. I clean up and head back to my bedroom for a bit of privacy and to try and make some sort of sense of what had just happened.

Tia avoids me for the rest of the day but the image of her in the white lace stays with me for the foreseeable. I manage another quick wank in the afternoon thinking about her on my bed, legs spread and my tongue between her legs. I chalk it all down to being stuck in the same house as her for weeks on end, with nobody else to look at. Sure, I talk to mates and stuff but it’s not the same as physical face-to-face contact. I am safe in the knowledge that I won’t be the only one who has these sort of fantasies, and so long as I don’t go shouting about it from the rooftops then things will be fine.

—–

IT’S 2AM A FEW days later and I’m watching porn in my room when everyone is asleep. I groan out as I run my fingers up and down my thick shaft and I’m mid tug when I’m disturbed by a creak outside my bedroom door. My pants are down by my ankles, cock being firmly tugged away whilst on the screen of my laptop a young girl is being given a perfunctory railing. I stop wanking and listen as the floorboard outside my room creaks again.

Someone was listening.

“Shit,” I stammer.

On the laptop the girl moans out loudly as she orgasms.

I stop, flustered, and scramble for the pause button. By the time I have managed to get my still erect cock shoved back into my shorts and reach the door, pitching a tent between my legs, whoever was outside has gone. I fling my door open fully, just in time to see the tail end of a door closing at the other side of the corridor.

I feel my face glowing with embarrassment.

“Fuck,” I say to myself. It was Tia. I approach her room but it’s silent inside and I retreat, face still glowing red. My room isn’t the most private. It’s the spare room and between the door and the doorframe is a big enough gap to see through. If she was stood outside looking in she definitely saw me playing with myself. This is just more ammunition for her, I think to myself as I close my door. I’m suddenly limp and I shut off the porn on my laptop and take out my phone.

I start having a browse on the social media sites to take my mind off what has just happened. I’m watching some stories on Instagram, and seeing what boring shit people are posting at this sort of time. I don’t follow Tia, but I follow a few girls that do and one of them has shared her latest post and there’s a link telling people to go follow her. I have to do a double take when I see it. She’s in the same white laced set from the other day, on her knees with her legs open and she’s pouting into the camera. There’s a link at the bottom that one of her friends has included along with the comment ‘follow here’ and I click it. It takes me to another profile, a modeling one, according to the bio and I stare at it in awe.

You’ve got to be shitting me, I think as I stare at it.

She must be one of those wannabe Instagram influencers or something. The profile is littered with bikini and underwear shots and the sight of her in some of those outfits is enough to get me hard again. Now I know why she takes so long when she’s in the bathroom. I have flashbacks to that morning I saw Tia coming out in her white lace and I start to stroke my memories again as stare at the pictures on the screen in front of me. I find one of her just stood in a towel barely covering her. She’s laid on the bathroom floor with it just about covering her nipples and her sex, and everything else is on show. I find another of her in some almost transparent Lounge underwear and I start pumping faster and harder. I’m groaning out into the room. My hand still clutches my phone and I accidentally like the photo I’m looking at.

Shit!

I carry on anyway because I’m close to reaching an orgasm and I start pumping faster and groaning harder when I hear the creaking coming from outside my room again. I throw my phone down, put my cock back in my shorts and race for the door. I open it and clearly catch Tia off guard as she takes a sharp intake of breath and jumps a step back. She’s in a pair of short bed shorts and a strappy vest and she’s without makeup. She looks kinda cute stood there, cast between the glows of her bedroom light and mine but I’d never tell her that.

“Shit,” she mumbles.

“Can I help you?” I ask matching her step out into the landing. She’s silent so I preempt her answer and say “what do you want, Tia?”

“Why are you stalking my Instagram?” she spits out.

“Why are you stalking me?” I retort. “Like what you see, huh?” I add with a smirk.

She looks flustered.

“Shut up,” is all she has to offer.

“Enjoying watching me, yeah?”

“Perv,” she throws back at me.

“Oh pick a new one, Tia,” I hiss. “Have you got no other lines or is that just your go to, huh? You’re the one spying on me.”

“Wanking over your stepsister, yeah? That’ll go down well won’t it?”

“In your dreams, Tia, but watching me wanking … twice. Who’s the real perv here? Besides, I’m sure you modeling account will go down a treat when your Mum sees what’s on there.”

“Oh fuck you,” Tia hisses and starts to walk off.

“What’s your fucking problem, Tia, huh? What’ve I ever done to you? You’re such an uptight bitch. You think you’re all this don’t you? You’re not fucking special,” I say, following her into the landing. “You’re just a silly little girl with a big fucking head, way too much self importance and far too much vanity. What? You think you’re better than anyone else because you get your tits out on Instagam for a few thousand followers? Get a grip.”

“You don’t know a fucking thing about me,” she spits. She turns to me, makes up the distance between us and then hits me hard across the face. There’s some force in her slap, which is more of a punch by the end as I’m knocked off balance, and my cheek stings painfully from her hand afterwards. She says nothing and she just stands there glaring at me disdainfully. I can’t tell if she’s on the verge of tears or not.

“Bitch,” I spit, and then with both hands as an almost involuntary reaction I push her back against the wall. It’s not far or hard and I cover the distance she moves angrily although I don’t know what I’d do were it to come to anything. I’d never hit a girl. Tia is really testing me though. She groans as she goes into it and for a moment we just stare at each other, barely any ground between us. All you can hear against the silence of the early hours is our increased breathing and the motors in our heads turning. I’m not entirely sure what happens next but suddenly Tia has grabbed me and we’re kissing. She’s up against the wall, and I’m pressed tightly against her, her hand clamped around my head, nails in my hair and my hands firmly against her waist, searing her skin with my touch. For a moment the only sound is of our kissing, sloppy and frantic, tongues wresting with each other. She starts to push me off and I push her back, and she moans out into my mouth as she’s stuck against the wall, our mouths still locked as if her lips were the air I needed to survive. My hands are against her side, teasing with the waistband of her shorts. We break off after another minute of kissing and I look at her partly stunned. She stares back, with unreadable eyes masking her true intentions. I try and play it back.

“What the fuck…” I go to say.

“Shut up,” she says, breathlessly, and she grabs me again and pulls me back in.

—–

MY COCK HAS SWELLED to capacity and I don’t think either of us is thinking rationally as we make out in the hallway of our terraced house. Her hands claw at the back of my head, mine are scratching at her side. Her nails against my scalp turn me on immeasurably. Her mouth is warm and inviting, and I can taste the sweetness of the cherry lip balm on her soft, small lips. Her tongue energetically plays with mine as my hands move to her tight little ass, cupping her cheek and feeling the firmness of her buttock against my hand. She responds well, drawing me into her.

We need to get off the corridor so we fall back into my bedroom. She pushes me back onto my bed and then she’s on top of me, straddling me so that our groins are touching, and she grinds against my shaft as we resume kissing. The only things separating our naked groins are the thin bed shorts she has on and the boxers I’m wearing. My cock throbs against the warmness of her loins. I have a burning lust for her that I can’t explain or control. It’s been well over a hundred days since I last had sex, and I can’t speak for Tia but I’m guessing it’s similar, and right now the beast within me is taking firm control of the situation.

I flip her over and a squeak leaves her lips as I move on top of her. She’s on her back, eyes looking at me with part lust part innocence as she loses control. I waste no time. Her top has ridden up a bit exposing her navel so I start moving down her body, planting precise kisses on her chest and side. My hands find the sides of her shorts and I start to pull them down. She lets me. Tia arches her back to give me ease of access and I slip the pink cotton shorts from her body. I can smell the musk of her cunt as soon as I remove the fabric. She’s clean-shaven, her lips are open and I see the film coating of moisture coming from them, and then between that the inner entrance to her desire. The smell of her cunt fills my nostrils, sour and sweet all at once, like nectar to a bee. I run my tongue between her lips and she shudders and moans out and her hands scrape my hair. She has that gentle, bitter taste that I can’t seem to get enough of and as it touches my lips I become addicted. I spread her legs further apart, hands squeezing at her thighs and nails scratching at her skin as my tongue probes her cunt. I suckle at her clit, which has swollen in the moment, and I flick it with my tongue causing squeaks of pleasure to elicit from Tia’s parted lips. I caress the form of her vagina with my fingers, tracing her lips up to her clit and then down to her entrance. My hard-on is throbbing with urgency but I had to concentrate on this first.

Tia’s eyes are pressed shut and she claws at the bed and at herself as I eat her out. I put one of my hands on her stomach to steady her and she breathes deep. I part her thighs more apart and I flick my tongue up and down the lips of her sex, savouring the flavour of her desire. I take her clit between my lips and suck on it, and Tia arches her back, pulls at my hair and convulses hard. Her gentle moans fill the room. I stop teasing her lips with my finger and I slip it inside her. She groans out and sucks in air through her clenched teeth. She’s tight, and I start pumping my finger inside of her, adding a second and moving in and out, deeper and faster. She responds with increased breath, and her walls start clenching against me. She’s so wet I easily slide into her now, thrusting and pulling with ease, sucking at her clitoris even harder until she climaxes hard, her walls contracting and squeezing my fingers against her. Her hands come behind my head, pressing me into her, and her back arches. She’s shaking, my tongue still flicking and suckling her clit and my fingers still working into her. She bounces and writhes but I held her down with the hand on her stomach, fingering her ever faster with the other.

I give her no time to compose herself. As she rides the wave of her orgasm I remove myself from my boxers and pull off my top, my cock aching with longing, throbbing with an unknown urgency. I take the tip of my cock and move it between her lips, coating myself with her expressed juices before entering her. Tia arches herself as my thick cock slips inside her, offering no resistance to my intrusion. She’s tight but that only adds to the pleasure as my tip passes her entrance and slips deep into her. I remove myself after a couple of inches and then slam myself fully into her. She cries out and then clasps a hand over her mouth so as not to wake our parents. With a free hand I grab her side, and then I fuck her. I can feel my orgasm building almost immediately but I try and put it off as long as I can. I slam into her, and she arches her back to let me in deeper, wrapping her legs around my back. I’m taken aback by her energy and urgency. She pulls me into her, her tongue in my mouth and her nails clawing at my back like a wild animal. The room is filled with the sound of my balls slapping against her ass and she cries out into my mouth. She’s rough and aggressive, her teeth biting my lip and drawing blood, her nails carving into my back. I break myself from her lock, force her down with one hand and pound into her. She’s moaning from her throat now, an almost deep gargle as she’s railed by her stepbrother. And then it hits me all at once, the orgasm I’ve been suppressing. It starts as a tingle in what feels like my toes and then like a champagne cork being ejected from the bottle I’m releasing inside of her. Without warning I’m blasting ropes of pent up semen into her tight little cunt. I keep her held down, even as she writhes under me. Four, five, maybe six strong blasts erupt from my member into her, and she’s convulsing too, I’m not sure if from orgasm or from this sudden blast of liquid firing into her, but I fall onto her and her hand comes around my head and she holds me against her. I can taste the saltiness of sweat on her neck. Her breathing is harsh and irregular. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest.

I fall asleep quickly, not a single word spoken between us throughout the entire activity. I wake up around six and Tia is gone. I almost think it a dream until I find her pink shorts at the bottom of my bed. I bring them to my nose, and I smell the scent of her cunt on the inside. I can still taste her on my lips. I’m not awake long, and I sleep again until mid morning.

—–

IT’S 10 O’CLOCK AND I drag myself out of bed and head across to the bathroom for a shower. I run my hands through my hair, still processing the events of earlier that morning. Thinking about it makes my cock stir. I hear my Dad and Step-Mum downstairs talking but I don’t pay attention to what they’re saying. I’m still in that period between being awake and aware and as I go to close the door Tia interrupts me, pushes me back into the bathroom and closes the door behind us.

She locks it.

I go to speak but she covers my mouth with one hand, and reaches for my cock with another. She shakes her head and says, “Shhhh. don’t speak.”

She’s in a thin silk dressing gown, which is loosely tied, and she’s got nothing on underneath. She removes her hand and then pulls her hair into a high ponytail, securing it with a bobble on her wrist. She drops to her knees without another word and pulls down my boxers. I’m already hard at the thought of last night playing back in my head, and she responds by taking me in her hand. She teases me with her hand for a beat, slowly moving it to the base of my shaft and then up to the tip, teasing the head with her fingers. As I groan out she takes me in her mouth, flicking my helmet with her tongue before taking all of me. I’m surprised at how well she copes, taking all of my eight inches inside her. I reach the back of her throat but she doesn’t gag and something tells me this isn’t her first rodeo.

“Fuck,” I explain into the room. My hands find the back of her head and I pull her further onto me. I hear the sloppy noise of my inside her, and then she withdraws, a string of saliva connecting my tip to her lips. She takes breath and then goes to work, her hand pumping mu shaft as her lips tease my head. She’s bobbing up and down, slurping my length and then I feel my orgasm building up. I warm her and she responds by going faster, pumping me harder until I groan out into the bathroom. My hand on the back of her head pulls her onto me as I cum in her mouth. She’s good at this, and she swallows my load with ease. Her hand still pumps, and my body starts shuddering, triggering a second mini orgasm that cripples me. My legs ache and shake. She withdraws me from her mouth and I fall back onto the toilet seat.

“What… the fuck,” I say.

She’s still on her knees, watching me from the middle of the bathroom.

“What?” she shrugs. “You were too eager last night. You didn’t let me have my fun.”

A laugh escapes my lips. “Hah.” Then. “I’ve heard about double orgasms but I’ve never had one before.”

A mischievous smile forms on the corner of her lips.

“So how about we get you cleaned up?” she says, stripping from her dressing gown.

Ten minutes later I’m inside her, her hands up against the glass side of the shower, my balls slapping against her ass and her moans masked by the noise of the water falling from the shower head.

—–

QUARANTINE IS TOUGH. THE house is cramped. It’s not the biggest, just a normal sized terraced house on a working class street so we’re constantly getting under each other’s toes and tempers flare easier than normal. I haven’t seen Tia since that morning in the bathroom and I’m wondering how long this grace period will last with her. We haven’t properly spoken since we started shagging; we’ve just let the aggressive nature of the act do that for us. It’s mid afternoon and I’m walking upstairs thinking about it when Tia appears at the top, grabs me and pulls me into her bedroom. We’re kissing as soon as the door is closed and I push her up against it.

“I want you inside me,” she moans and I’m not going to argue. I’ve been in a perpetual state of hardness since last night so I’m going to take advantage of this as much as possible. We transfer to the bed and shed our clothes. Tia is in a black-laced bodysuit and she’s already wet. She gets onto her hands and knees and turns away from me, thrusting her butt up at me and wiggling it around in my face. She rolls over and pushes me away with her feet. I start jerking my cock, keeping myself hard as I masturbate myself to the hardbody on the bed. The bodysuit has a clasp between her legs and she lifts her legs high into the air, spreads them, and unclasps the lace. The fabric parts and I see her parted lips, glistening with moisture. She sheds it slowly, keeping me at bay and then once naked, she’s lying back on the bedding and inviting me in. Julie and Dad are in their bedroom across the hallway, Dad is decorating and Julie is putting some clothes away. They are oblivious to the fact their kids are naked in Tia’s bedroom and about to fuck.

Tia’s legs – well worked out and muscular – are spread and I’m on my knees going down on her whilst playing with myself. In the time I’ve been eating her pussy out she’s already come once and she’s on the verge of a second, and her cunt is tight and warm and wet for me. She’s moaning out into the room, trying not to be too loud in case our parents hear, and I keep her legs spread open, fingering her with one hand and maintaining my hard on with the other. Tia convulses and writhes against the bedding and I hear her say “I want you to fuck me now.” She pulls her legs back as I straighten up, spreading her vagina, fingering herself and making me suck her fingers, her nails with their purple varnish are coated with the juices from her cunt and they glisten in the late afternoon light that comes through the window. She rubs it over my lips and she has that addictive bitter taste that I can’t get enough.

I move her to the edge of the bed and then slide my dick gracefully into her, kissing her mouth hard and thrusting into her with long, slow strokes. She tastes herself in my mouth. My hips work into her on their own, stuck on autopilot moving on their own desirous momentum. I feel my own orgasm triggering so I pull out and tell Tia to bend over. She’s done this before because she turns onto all fours, dripping for me. Her back is arched, breasts flat to the bed and her butt raised towards me. I jerk my dick at the sight in front of me and then I put my tip at her hole and slip back in. I start to groan out and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself groaning fully into the room. Her luscious pink butthole looks back at me, ripe and tight and virgin. “Not today,” she says as if reading my mind and I push the vision to the back of my mind. I place my hands on her hips and then start fucking her hard, with long, fast strokes. My balls slap against her and she screams out into the bedding as I rail her tight, wet cunt. I take a handful of her purple hair and wrap it around my hands and then I pull it tight, her head arching up as I fuck into her. She’s red in the face as she contains her screams of pleasure and I leave it until the very last minute before letting go and she moans and cries out into a pillow, biting at the bedding as she comes all over my dick, which is fucking her deep from behind. I’m ready to cum when she moves herself so I fall out of her and it takes all of my will power to not blast ropes of cum all over her bed. She manages to get herself up and she pushes me onto the bed. I’m on my back when she straddles me, impaling herself on my cock and riding me to a tsunami of orgasm. My hands grab at her perky little tits, feeling her hard nipples as I thrust up into her. She tenses her muscles and milks every last drop of cum from inside my balls. I shudder, cry out, swear, and claw at her tits as I ride this powerful wave. She slows down, still riding my cock and then once it is settled and my breathing is more stable, she climbs off me, my cock plopping out of her along with ropes of my semen. It trickles down her leg and onto her bedding.

She grabs a fistful of tissues from the box at the side of her bed, puts them between her legs and then she comes and lays down next to me. We don’t speak for a good five minutes. I look up at the patterns on her roof. My mouth is dry and I want a drink.

It’s Tia who breaks the silence eventually.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she says eventually. “I enjoyed it the first time so I came back for more. It doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t need to. We both know what this is and what we both want. There are extenuating circumstances and we don’t need to talk about it. No heart to heart. No declaration of love. No “I thought you hated me” bullshit. No debrief.”

I don’t look at her; instead I look at the roof and just process what she’s saying. I almost have to pinch myself so that I know I’m not dreaming. She’s rote, clinical and to the point. This is a business deal I can get behind. She continues. “Your Dad is fucking my Mum. That’s it. We’re not blood relatives. We’re just two horny teenagers who like fucking and who happen to be stuck living together for God knows how long. Yeah?”

I couldn’t have put it better myself. “Yeah,” I say. “Absolutely. We help each other out and there’s nothing else to it. Mutually beneficial. Nobody’s getting hurt and we’re both satisfying a need.”

“Exactly. And I don’t know about you but I quite enjoy it. It’s a natural instinct, it’s what we’re designed to do. End of. We don’t need to ever talk about it again once this is over and done with. As far as I’m concerned we’re not blood relatives, barely even related, so we’re just an emergency fuck.”

She looks at me and I look back, and laugh. “You’re full of surprises.”

“So are you. Very…pleasant surprises. And who knows, after this, maybe we’ll stay as an emergency fuck.”

I look around her room. There’s clothes strewn everywhere, makeup pallets and nail varnishes and perfumes litter her dressing table. Posters and pictures cover her walls. Friends, family, what I think might be a boyfriend. I glance over at it and she shrugs. “Facetime doesn’t cut it and he definitely doesn’t fuck like that.”

I laugh.

“Let me ask you something,” she says. “Do you really think that’s all I’m about? Getting my tits out on Instagram?”

I look at her. “I mean, they’re very nice tits.”

She laughs. “Hey I do Tiktoks too!”

“Fucking Tiktok,” I laugh back. “Jeez.”

She looks at me for an answer. “No,” I say. “I don’t really know anything about you, you’re right. And you don’t really know anything about me.”

“We know the other can fuck,” she shrugs. “That’s all we need to know for now.”

—–

WE’RE ALL DOWNSTAIRS WATCHING the news by 5 P.M. The Prime Minister is making a ‘big announcement’ that the country is on tenterhooks for. The usual commentary team are on spouting their usual nonsense bullshit and thankfully they’re cut off mid way through by the broadcaster announcing the arrow rival of the PM. The shot cuts to a mop with hair approaching the lectern in some big Downing Street briefing room and he begins his speech. It’s facts and stats and figures that don’t really make sense and then it’s done. “So I am once again asking you to stay home,” he says, “so we can protect the NHS and save lives.”

Lockdown extended. Another twelve weeks of being stuck in this three bedroom terraced house. We collectively sigh.

“I’m going upstairs,” I say directly the speech finishes.

Tia looks over at me licentiously. Her unreadable eyes flash salaciously.

“Me too.”

-End-

Jan 20 2021

Hardcore High Ch. 03 0 (0)

Hello, hello! Third chapter for this story is here! I hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you have any suggestions and I’ll see if any stick.

Thanks!

firebird68

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“Okay, everyone open your textbooks to chapter three, please.” Miss Banks instructed, waiting as the students all pulled out their books and flipped to the page. “As you all can see, this chapter will be covering sexual positions. A few examples include missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style. Today, we’ll be going through a few various positions, and I’ll be having you demonstrate them in pairs. Does anyone want to go first?”

Sunny’s hand shot into the air and she waved it around, eagerly.

“I’ll go first, Miss Banks!” she offered.

“Okay, Sunny.” Miss Banks waved her up. “David, why don’t you join her. Both of you come to the front.”

Sunny and David made their way to the front of the room and Miss Banks pulled out a blanket, spreading out on the ground.

“I’ll have you two demonstrate the cowgirl position. Not to be confused with reverse cowgirl, standard cowgirl features the female facing her partner. The two of you may begin.”

Sunny smiled at David and pulled him over to the blanket.

“Take off your pants, David.” She urged. “And then lay down.”

Undoing his pants, David dropped them and stepped out of the legs, yanking his shoes through. Sunny was already kneeling on the blanket and she excitedly patted the spot where she wanted him to lay down. Crouching down, David rolled onto his back and stretched out, his erection already standing straight up in the air. As soon as he was ready, Sunny bent down and engulfed his cock in her mouth. She eagerly slurped down his whole length, taking all of him into her throat. Extending her tongue to lap at his balls, she swirled her soft, pink appendage around on his sack, making him moan.

“Class, come gather around so that you can all get a better view.” Miss Banks said.

The students all rose from their seats and moved to the front, forming a loose semi-circle around the two students on the ground before them. Not pausing her blowjob, Sunny pulled back to the tip, sucking on his head firmly and inhaling through her nose. Glancing up at David’s pleasured face, she gently took one of his hands and brought it to her head. Taking the hint, David placed both of his hands on the back of her long, blonde hair and began to guide her up and down on his dick.

Sunny let him take over, pushing and pulling her head to his heart’s content, directing the pace and depth of her blowjob. Of course, she didn’t need any help to give him a stellar blowjob, but it gave her a thrill to let herself give over control and simply have her mouth used for his pleasure. David gradually became more and more eager. His grip on her tightened and he began to thrust up into her mouth, bumping his crotch into her nose. Having a lot of experience with oral, Sunny took it all in stride. She gagged very sparsely and let her muscles go limp, allowing him to use her like a fleshlight.

Not wanting him to finish too quickly, Sunny tapped on his side, signaling for him to let go, and pulled off of him, smiling with saliva covering her chin. Rolling over, she shimmied her stockings and panties down over her long legs and kicked them off. With her wet pussy uncovered, she quickly jumped over to straddle David, who moaned as her hot slit pressed into his shaft. Biting on one of her fingers, Sunny began to grind her lips over his hardon, her juices and spit combining to form a slick mess between them. Raising herself up, she reached down and lifted his cock and guided the tip to her pussy, teasing it against her entrance.

His testosterone pumping, David’s hands came up to Sunny’s wide hips and tightened, surprising her. A second later, she shrieked as he pulled her down, hard, forcing her to bottom out on his cock. David’s seven inches were certainly not the largest Sunny had ever taken, but being a cockslut like she was, she loved dicks of all shapes and sizes. That coupled with the sudden shock of being penetrated, and her eyes were rolling back, and she was biting her lower lip as his rock-hard length spread her hole open.

Moaning and letting herself adjust to the instantaneous insertion, Sunny threw her long, blonde hair back and began to bounce on David’s cock. Her hands found their way up to her chest and she groped her breasts through her shirt, her large bust overflowing her fingers. Tossing back her head to cry out freely, her speed increased, and she moved up and down with more urgency. David’s hands gathered up her skirt and pushed it up to her waist, bunching it out of the way so that he could get a clear view of their connection and his cock disappearing into the beautiful blonde.

Shifting her hips to adjust the angle of his penis inside of her, Sunny whimpered as his cock slid across her G-spot. Each time that she would come down on him, his tip would poke against her sensitive internal spot, sending electricity through her body. It wasn’t long before she was shaking and quivering, right on the cusp of her climax. Another few seconds of slamming her rear down on him, and she went over the edge.

Sunny’s orgasm was visible and vocal. Her whole body quaked and shook, and she shrieked. Her hands dug into her boobs, squeezing and kneading them tightly. David groaned, feeling her pussy clamp down around him, her muscles spasming and fluttering. Although her timing was off due to the intense sensations, Sunny kept riding him, yipping each time he contacted her G-spot, driving her peak higher and higher.

Coming down, panting and her legs now tired, Sunny stopped bouncing and switched to a twerking technique. Her juicy ass shook and jiggled as she worked her hips back and forth, grinding on David’s crotch. With this technique and angle, the effect on her G-spot was even more pronounced, and Sunny groaned and gasped with each movement. Even though she had just cum, she could already sense herself climbing the hill towards a second climax.

As Sunny’s muscles became increasingly worn out from the constant exercise, her speed slowed down, incrementally. Feeling the slower pace and full of energy himself, David decided to take things into his own hands. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around Sunny’s torso, pinning her arms to her sides and pulling her down until her chest was flat against his. Letting out a soft ‘oof’ as her large breasts squished between them, she relaxed and let him take charge.

Holding Sunny tight to his body, David began to thrust up into her. His pelvis powered up off the ground, driving his hard cock into her depths over and over. Sunny gasped into his shoulder, her body limp and helpless as he pinned her against him. He cunt was dripping, and she was incredibly close to another climax. Every stroke felt so good, but there was just something more that she wanted. Something a little extra that would throw her right over the edge. Shifting her head, she looked up at her teacher.

“M-Miss Banks…” she panted. “C…Can you spank me? Please…slap my butt. Just once. Please!”

Concealing her smile and maintaining a mask of tranquility, Miss Banks walked over, her heels clacking until she reached the blanket. Bending over, her posture accentuating her curvaceous body, she drew back her hand and delivered a firm smack to Sunny’s jiggling ass. Sunny cried out and moaned.

“Again!” she gasped. “Please!”

The second smack sent her over the edge. She screamed and closed her eyes, shaking with her climax. Her mind went blank momentarily and she forgot where she was, until she caught a breath and her eyes rolled back down from in her skull. Sunny’s walls clenching down on him was the final straw that broke the camel’s back for David. Grunting and tightening his grip on the blonde, he slammed himself to the base and opened the floodgates.

Feeling the first hot stream splash inside her, Sunny pressed herself firmly against David’s crotch, not even a millimeter separating their pelvises. She bit her lip and shivered, the sensation of being stuffed with steamy boy cum one of her favorites in the entire world. She kept herself pressed into him throughout the duration of their collective orgasm, her internal muscles milking him further into her tight, hot depths.

Both of them heaving and basking in the afterglow of their finale, David finally released her from his embrace. Catching her breath for a bit, Sunny raised her hips, whimpering as his softening length slid out of her hole. A stream of semen followed and dripped past her lips onto his waning erection. Licking her lips, Sunny scooted down David’s body and breathed in the potent, masculine scent of his arousal. Extending her tongue, she went to work cleaning him up. She licked all along his cock, swallowing down every drop of his cum that had escaped her. Wrapping her lips around him, she slurped down his soft penis, sucking every last bit of their combined juices until he was bare of any remnants of their tryst.

Uncrossing her arms, Miss Banks gave a clap, encouraging the other students to join her. They all gave the two of them a round of applause for their performance, making Sunny smile and David blush now that he was in his post-nut clarity. Handing a clean towel from her stock to Sunny, Miss Banks raised an eyebrow.

“Very well done!” she praised. “Both of you did excellent. Great start from you Sunny. Your pelvic motions are superb when you’re on top and you even cleaned up afterwards. And, David, the way you took control when she got worn out was just beautiful. I’m very impressed by your work. You should both be proud. There is always room to improve, but I think I speak for the whole class when I say that that was a hot performance. The two of you can get cleaned up off to the side while we get our next pair up here. Hmm…let’s see. Andrea, let’s have you and…Chris. You two will be demonstrating the doggy style position.”

Andrea’s mood soured as she heard that last sentence. Doggy style was the last position she had hoped for. She would have much more preferred some simple missionary or maybe some spooning. Something sensual and evocative of a connection. Hell, even cowgirl would have been better. But doggy style? She hated doggy style. It was so…degrading! Even just the name was demeaning. Doggy style?! What girl wants to be bent over like some animal and rutted as though she were just a bitch. She was way above doing something as debasing as that!

Still, not willing to draw the ire of her teacher, Andrea reluctantly stalked out into the center of the blanket and dropped to her hands and knees. After waiting for a minute, she looked back over her shoulder and realized that Miss Banks was standing next to a pants-less Chris, expectantly. Her teacher stared her down with crossed arms and a tapping toe.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Miss Andrea?” she demanded.

Andrea looked back, confused and unsure what she was talking about. Sighing, Miss Banks lifted a finger and traced the outline of her immaculate, red lips before pointing to Chris’s erect penis. Realization dawned on Andrea and her mood darkened even further as she remembered that she was expected to prepare Chris to fuck her.

She spun around on her knees and Chris stepped up to her, his cock bobbing and striking her face, making her flinch. Tentatively taking his dick in her tiny hand, Andrea pulled it down to where her mouth could reach it and she wrapped her lips around it. Still pathetic at performing oral, Andrea was a far stretch from what Sunny had accomplished. Fuming at being made to kneel before Chris like some servant, Andrea bobbed her head, rigidly and in an uninspired manner. Her hand lightly rubbed up and down his remaining shaft as she had been chastised neglecting for in her first test, but it was without vigor or skill to speak of.

Chris didn’t care, though. He could tell that the stuck-up Andrea was hating this, and it made it all the sweeter to feel her mouth around him. He knew that no matter how pitiful her blowjob was, her pussy would be all his momentarily. Miss Banks, however, was not amused. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. She was about to open up and berate Andrea’s performance, but Chris acted first. Placing his palm on Andrea’s forehead, he pushed her away and spun her around all in one move, pushing her down until she fell to her elbows.

“That’s enough of that.” Chris sighed, dropping to a knee behind her.

Reaching beneath her skirt, he felt around her waist in a vague attempt to locate the hem of her undergarments. Andrea scowled as she felt him groping and feeling up her butt, but she bit back her anger. A thought coming to him, Chris faked frustration at not being able to locate the top of her stockings. Instead, his fingers grasped the fabric covering her crotch and, with a quick flick of his wrists, he tore the thin material, creating a large hole. Andrea gasped, indignantly, as her stocking were ruined by the brute behind her. She whirled her head around to glare at him over her shoulder, but a look from Miss Banks kept her quiet.

Chuckling to himself, Chris pulled her tiny panties to the side and slid his finger over her slit. To his further amusement, she was already moist down there. Despite her hatred of this treatment, she couldn’t hide what her body was saying, and it was saying that she liked it. Probing into her with his finger, Chris smirked when he heard her gasp, confirming his suspicions.

That was all the invitation he needed. Lining up his cock, he gave a few teasing prods at her lips. On the fourth poke, he kept going and sank his thick cock into her depths. Andrea yipped as he entered her, her tight walls spreading out around him. Inch after inch pushed into her, splitting her wide and making her groan. She had only ever experimented with her fingers and some assorted household items in the past. Chris was far, far bigger than any of those, and she felt it. She couldn’t see him, being in the humiliating position that she was in, but he felt positively enormous in her tight, little cunt. Every time she thought he had given her everything he had to give, he would push another inch past her lips, making her yelp.

Finally, Andrea felt his tip connect against her cervix and his groin press against her butt, signaling that he was fully inside of her. Andrea felt absolutely stuffed. She was a tiny girl at just five feet tall, and Chris had a truly big dick. She whimpered as he shifted around in her and pulled back, his thick length dragging along her slippery walls until just his bulbous head, which still felt large, was left in her. A cry left her lips as he drove back in, a bit speedier this time, until he smacked into the back of her pussy somewhere deep inside of her.

Andrea could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, despite her best efforts not to. Her cheeks flushed with shame at being put in this disgraceful, misogynistic position. Who in their right mind like being fucked like a dog? It’s so degrading! Well, Andrea found out that apparently her body like it, because she was drenched from the sensation of Chris’s cock sliding in and out of her. Within minutes, she was moaning like a kitten in heat.

She yelped as Chris’s hand wrapped itself in her hair, yanking her head backwards. How dare he! She wasn’t some piece of meat to treat however he wanted! Who did he think he was, pulling her hair like some toy for him to do as he pleased?! That was what the rational part of her mind was thinking. The lustful part, however, was currently overriding any rational thought, and she moaned and shrieked as he used the leverage gained from grabbing her hair to slam into her harder. Shuddering, she slipped over the edge and came.

This orgasm was far more intense than any she had achieved through solo masturbation. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed loudly. Her arms went limp and she would have fallen forward, if not for the handful of hair that Chris had, holding her up by her brown locks. Andrea’s entire body shook and trembled, her cunt clenching and convulsing as Chris kept pounding into her, not giving her any respite during her mind-shattering climax. By the end of it, the proud and haughty Andrea was reduced to a drenched, drooling mess.

Even as her climax was winding down, Chris began to speed up. Her tight hole felt magnificent around him, especially when she was clenching down during orgasm. Eager to feel her tighten around him all over again, he grasped her hair more firmly, using it to pull her tiny body into his thrusts. Her lower lips gripped him all the way down to the base, physically encouraging him to drive his penis all the more quickly, which her obliged, groaning in satisfaction when he heard Andrea shriek.

Spurred on by Chris’s increased movements, Andrea’s second orgasm arrived less than a minute after the first one. She gasped and moaned, her eyes crossing and her tongue hanging out of her open mouth, dripping saliva down onto the blanket below. Her internal muscles fluttered and spasmed, tightening up her walls around him. She still couldn’t believe that she was cumming from being treated like nothing but a cock sleeve, but by now, her brain was way past processing that kind of moral dilemma. Instead, she was busy being overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that was assaulting her consciousness and steadily driving her crazy.

Pushing Andrea’s skirt up onto her back, Chris gazed down at her toned rear. She didn’t have nearly as much volume to her butt as someone like Sunny or Samantha, but her ass jiggled deliciously with each collision of their hips. Raising his hand, Chris brought his palm down onto her stocking-clad ass, making a loud slap ring out through the classroom which was joined moments later by Andrea’s yelp. Her cheek stinging, Andrea shrieked again as she was spanked for the second time. Unable to vocalize her objections in her current state of mind, she just hung there in Chris’s grip as he rained down smack after smack onto her rear, drawing more squeaks and yips from her. It was humiliating! It was degrading! It was…incredible?

Andrea had been skeptical at best when Sunny had reached orgasm from being spanked by Miss Banks, but now she understood exactly what had taken place. The combination of Chris’s engorged cock pummeling into her along with a series of stinging slaps to her butt was a disgraceful yet somehow intoxicating mix. Each successive smack pushed her closer and closer to that third peak, something she had never expected to be possible with a man. After the sixteenth slap, Chris groaned as he felt Andrea tighten up around him again.

When orgasm number three struck Andrea, her mind dissolved into jello. She hung there, limply, nothing but putty in Chris’s hands, unable to talk or moan or even breathe as her climax tore through her. This was only heightened when she felt a hot rush of liquid splatter her insides, indicating the arrival of Chris’s own orgasm. He gripped her hair and waist tightly, holding her against him as he flooded her insides and painted her pussy white with his goo. Every spasm and clamp down of Andrea’s walls only served to milk an additional shot of jizz into her snug cunt, as it was biologically engineered to do. If not for their required birth control pills, she would definitely be knocked up several times over from the sheer amount cum that he spewed into her.

Andrea’s head slumped down onto the blanket when Chris released her hair, cross-eyed and cum drunk. Sighing contentedly, he let go of her hips and pulled out, leaving her frozen and shuddering in her face-down, ass up position. Accepting the towel from Miss Banks, Chris stood and wiped the collective fluids from his cock, drying himself off. Miss Banks walked around and bent over, peering down at Andrea’s blank expression, and glazed over eyes. Pulling the girl’s panties back in place to contain the cum before it leaked out and fixing her skirt so that her rear was covered, Miss Banks turned to Chris.

“Great job, Chris.” She praised. “Unfortunately, it seems Miss Andrea has been fucked silly. If you wouldn’t mind, could you please carry her to the back of the room and help her collect her wits? Thank you.”

Chris buckled his pants back up and leaned down, grabbing the tiny teen, and scooping her up in his arms. Cradling her small, limp form, he strode to the back of the room to the couch that was located in the back and sat, holding her until the time when she had her mental faculties about her. The students all watched in shock at the state of the normally arrogant, egotistical Andrea until Miss Banks cleared her throat, getting their attention.

“So.” She said, looking from face to face. “Who’s next?”

Jan 20 2021

Hardcore High Ch. 02 0 (0)

Hi, there! Welcome back to chapter two of this series, requested by a reader. I hope you all enjoy! There will be more in the future.

Thanks!

firebird68

Disclaimer: All characters are 18+

“Hi, Samantha!” Sunny greeted as the black-haired girl entered the room. “How were your morning classes?”

“Fine.” Samantha rasped, swiftly walking to her seat, and dropping her bag.

“Oh, wow.” Sunny came to stand next to her desk. “You sound terrible! What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Samantha snapped, turning to face Tanner. “Maybe it’s because SOMEONE fucked the ever-living shit out of my throat yesterday.”

Tanner just shrugged and lounged in his seat.

“Guilty.” He said in a bored tone.

“And someone ELSE held me down while he did it!” she directed this to Andrea.

“Oh, stuff it, Morticia!” Andrea retorted. “I just did what I was told to do.”

“Yeah, well, it’s your turn today, missy.” Samantha grinned fiendishly. “I hope you get the same treatment. I’ll even volunteer to hold you down.”

She shrunk in her seat and put on a mockingly sweet tone.

“Oh, please, Miss Banks! Let me pin Andrea down while she gets her throat reamed out! I would absolutely love to keep her still for you. Will I get extra credit for this?”

Andrea just rolled her eyes, but a cold pit was forming in her stomach as she was further reminded that she was, in fact, going to be giving her blowjob first thing today. She maintained her poise and confident exterior, but on the inside, her nerves were tangling themselves in knots, hoping and praying that she didn’t get the ‘Samantha fuckdown’.

Chris and Daniel were the last to enter the classroom. Daniel reached into his bag and pulled out a book, walking it over to Samantha.

“You left this in comp class.” He said, placing it on her desk.

“Thanks.” She muttered.

“Jesus, are you sick or something?” Chris asked. “Why is you voice so sore?”

Samantha threw up her hands, exasperated, and curled her fist in front of her face, miming a vigorous blowjob in answer.

“Lemon tea and honey!” Sunny snapped her fingers. “I was trying to remember what it was. When I was first starting out with deepthroating, my voice would get all hoarse, too. I found that lemon tea with a tablespoon of honey will fix it right up.”

“How am I not surprised that you have a remedy for something like that?” Andrea sniffed.

“Well, duh, because I didn’t want to be sounding like I’m on my third pack of cigarettes every day.” Sunny replied.

Andrea just shook her head in awe of Sunny’s airheaded attitude and wondered how someone like her ever managed to get good grades at a school like this. Before she could make the rude suggestion that Sunny must be sucking off all her teachers, the door opened, and Miss Banks walked in.

“Good morning, class.” She said, setting her briefcase down on the desk. “How is everyone today?”

The students all echoed greetings as Miss Banks did a quick headcount to make sure everyone was present.

“And Miss Samantha?” she turned to the girl. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Fantastic.” Samantha replied, her voice gravelly.

“Great.” Miss Banks smiled. “Well, yesterday I gave the girls an initial examination to test their abilities. Today, I will be testing the boys. But first, of course, before we begin, Andrea, we ran out of time for you to go yesterday so you will be up first today. I’m just waiting for…Oh! Here he is. Perfect, right on time.”

A knock came at the door and Miss Banks hurried over to open it. A man entered the room, dressed in a suit and tie. He was tall and handsome, clearly muscular beneath his attire. Some neatly trimmed scruff covered his chin, giving him a rugged businessman appearance.

“Great timing!” Miss Banks said. “Glad you were able to make it. Class, this is Rick Boulder. Does anyone happen to know who that is?”

She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow when David slowly lifted his hand.

“David?” She called on him.

“He’s a pornstar.” David offered, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Very good!” Miss Banks praised. “Yes, I’m sure most of you have seen his performances online. Rick isn’t his real name, but that’s the pseudonym he uses when in a professional capacity, such as today. As someone in the sexual education industry, I have numerous contacts with on-screen talent and behind the scenes workers in the porn world. Rick has generously volunteered his time today to help us out.”

She turned and fixed her gaze on Andrea, who shrunk a bit in her seat.

“Miss Andrea.” She addressed her. “Please join us at the front of the room.”

Swallowing nervously, Andrea rose from her seat and went to the front to stand there, her hands clasped in front of her skirt.

“You’ll be performing your examination on Rick.” Miss Banks explained. “I need the male students to be ready for their test afterwards. Go ahead, Rick.”

Rock removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, laying them both on the desk. Unbuttoning his cuffs, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped up to Andrea. Andrea looked up at the imposing man towering her and hesitated, making Miss Banks frown.

“Go on, Andrea.” She chastised. “Don’t make our guest wait all day. We have much to get done today. Get on your knees.”

She strode up behind the girl and put her hands on Andrea’s shoulders, gently pushing her down to her knees and joining her by dropping to her knees behind her.

“There.” She said. “Now unzip his pants and get started.”

Andrea forced her hands to move and fumbled around the crotch of his pants, grasping the zipper and pulling it down. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she reached her small hand through the opening of his pants and boxers and fished around until her fingers closed on his penis. Bringing it out into the light, her heart sank as she beheld the size of it. It wasn’t even hard, yet she could tell it was massive. It gradually grew to life in her fingers until it was at the intimidating size of about ten inches in length, and nearly as thick as her wrist.

“Good.” Miss Banks encouraged. “Does he feel fully engorged?”

Andrea nodded. She could feel her teacher’s large breasts pushing into her back.

“All right.” Miss Banks continued. “Then put it in your mouth.”

Leaning forward, Andrea tentatively stuck out her tongue, touching it to the tip of Rick’s cock. A bead of pre-cum emerged and dripped down onto her tongue. Andrea recoiled, but was surprised to find that the taste wasn’t all that terrible at all. Swallowing it down, she leaned back in and wrapped her lips around his head. She could feel Miss Banks soft breath against her ear, watching intently just over her shoulder.

“Keep going. A little deeper and add some suction.” She instructed.

Andrea moved in, taking more between her lips. She did as she was told and applied some suction to the movement. She didn’t really have a reference for this, having never given a blowjob, so she just pretended as though she were trying to drink a thick milkshake through a straw. Of course, in this instance, the milkshake in question was considerably warmer and much more protein rich. She bobbed her head over the tip of Rock’s penis, doing her best to perform as she had seen other girls do.

“Don’t forget to use your hands.” Miss Banks reminded her. “If you can’t deepthroat your partner, utilize your hands to manually stimulate the rest of him. Understood?”

Andrea nodded with his cock still in her mouth and timidly reached up to wrap her fingers around him. Her slim digits barely managed to encircle his thick girth, making her confidence waver. His size greatly intimidated her. She had only taken the head, but her tiny mouth was almost completely stuffed by that alone. Steeling herself, she pushed forward and slid her lips further down him.

She managed to get two inches in before her mouth was full, and the tip was threatening to trip her gag reflex. Her eyes flicked up to Rick’s face, which had remained expressionless throughout, before returning her focus and resuming her beginner head-bobbing motion. She knew that she wasn’t going to be anywhere near as good as someone like Sunny, that slut, but maybe she could at least keep this from taking all day if she put her back into it.

“You’re not stroking. Don’t simply hold onto him, you need to put some motion into your hand, as well.” Miss Banks said. “Like this.”

She reached her arm around Andrea and took hold of her wrist, guiding the teen girl in stroking her hand along the remainder of his length, which was the vast majority of it. After a few strokes, Miss Banks let go of Andrea’s wrist, nodding in satisfaction when the girl kept up the action in her absence. Andrea began multitasking, working her hand in tandem with her mouth. Determined, she pushed a bit deeper and taking another half inch past her lips, but immediately flinched and gagged when the tip tickled her uvula.

Withdrawing to cough, she sniffled and blinked the forming tears back, before moving in to recapture the head. She worked as best as she could, but refrained from pushing any deeper than two inches, fearful of choking again. As the minutes ticked by, Andrea’s jaw and arm started getting increasingly tired. After ten minutes, Miss Banks could tell that this was getting nowhere and tapped Andrea on the shoulder, signaling her to stop.

“Okay, we have a clear baseline.” She noted. “You’re definitely as beginner as they come. We will have a lot of work to do in the coming semester. In the meantime, we can’t waste the whole class on this, so I’ll finish Rick off for a little demonstration. Move over and watch carefully, okay?”

Andrea nodded, relieved that she was done, and shuffled to the side, clearing room for her teacher to move forward. In one smooth motion, she dipped her head down and captured the tip between her lips and swallowed it to the base. Andrea gaped in shock as the massive cock disappeared into her mouth and without so much as a peep from Miss Banks’ gag reflex.

Moaning and focusing on cumming as quickly as possible so that she could get on with her class, Rick dropped his hand to rest on her head. He thrust in gently to meet her movements, her nose connecting with his naval each time. Whenever she withdrew until the head was all that remained in her mouth, Andrea could see her nostrils flare slightly, denoting her expert breath control. It reminded the teen of an Olympic swimmer that perfectly timed their breaths while in the pool.

Gripping his muscular gluts, Miss Banks pulled him into her on every stroke, drawing him closer and closer to completion. It didn’t take long before Andrea saw his shaft flex and his balls twitch, signaling his orgasm. Feeling the first shot of cum splash against her tongue, Miss Banks quickly swallowed it and then buried the whole shaft down her throat. She expertly worked her throat muscles to draw out every last drop of jizz that he had to give to her, sending it straight into her stomach. When his orgasm finally petered out, she slowly pulled back, her lips sealed tightly to clean him along the way, and finished by sucking on his head, nursing the last drips from him, and swallowing them as well.

When she released him from her lips, she looked perfect and proper. Andrea couldn’t see any signs of the impressive deepthroating she had just performed. Her chin was completely dry of saliva and her makeup was free of tear streaks. Even her bright red lipstick was barely smudged. Rick pulled out a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to Miss Banks, who checked her appearance to be sure she was professional. Fixing one stray strand of brown hair that had escaped her tight bun, she handed the mirror back to him and rose, gesturing for Andrea to do the same.

“I hope you were watching closely.” She told the girl. “I’ll be working with you on your oral skills throughout the term. You need a lot of help in this department. You may return to your seat. Don’t forget to thank our guest.”

Andrea thanked Rick, who smiled kindly at her, and hurried back to her seat. Sunny leaned toward her when she sat down.

“Wow, that was a huge cock!” she whispered.

“I know. Shut up.” Andrea hissed back.

“What did it taste like?” Sunny ignored her request. “Did you count how many ropes he pumped into Miss Banks? God, she is sooo good at that. I hope I’m that good one day.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Andrea retorted. “You’re a slut. Now shut up, please.”

“Ladies.” They both straightened and closed their mouths as Miss Banks returned from showing Rick to the door. “Is there an issue?”

“No, Miss Banks.” They spoke in tandem.

“Good. In that case, it’s time to move on to the boys. I want to get an idea of your stamina, so I will be giving all of you handjobs until completion. I don’t expect you to last long. My skill is considerably higher than any girlfriend you’ll ever have. However, this will give me a reference point for later in the semester. Tanner, since you went last yesterday, how about we start with you. Please join me.”

Miss Banks walked behind her desk and retrieved her chair, wheeling it out into the open, patting it and indicating for him to sit. Tanner sat in the chair and waited as his teacher went back to her desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a plastic tube of lubricant. Returning to him, she swiveled the chair to give the class a side profile of the demonstration and knelt in front of him.

“Girls, just because this is for the males, doesn’t mean you can zone out.” She said. “I want you all paying close attention to what I do. Take notes if you need to. First off, I would recommend you all get something like this.”

She held up the bottle of lube to show the class.

“This is a flavored lubricant.” She explained. “Unless your partner requests to finish somewhere on your body, you should always be taking his load internally. In the case of a handjob, that means you are expected to swallow. A flavored lubricant is always preferable to unflavored. This one is strawberry, but you can purchase any flavor or brand of your choice.”

Unzipping Tanner’s pants and undoing his belt, she slid them down his legs until they were bunched around his calves, letting his growing cock spring into view. A low hum emanated from Sunny as she caught sight of it again, enamored by his nine-and-a-half-inch length. Miss Banks grasped his dick and hefted it straight up, pointing it towards the ceiling. Popping open the bottle of lube, she poured a generous portion onto his tip, watching as it cascaded down the sides of his erection.

When she had enough, she began working her hand and spreading around the slippery, viscous fluid until it covered his whole shaft. Tanner grunted in pleasure when she began to stroke in earnest. True to her word, she was an extraordinary sexual talent. Her strong fingers squeezed him, riding the line between gentle and firm at just the right amount. Her hand slid up and down his length at a steady pace, caressing and rubbing him from tip to base. Each time she crested his head, her thumb swirled around it expertly before massaging his glans on the way back down.

Reaching between his legs with her other hand, Miss Banks closed her fingers around his heavy balls and started to massage them as well. Her deft digits flitted around his orbs, fondling and squeezing them gently, making him groan. Her hands worked perfectly in tandem, never interfering with the work of the other. While one jacked and rubbed his stiff cock, the other manipulated his balls. She stopped squeezing both and alternated to one at a time, focusing on one first and then moving to the other shortly after.

Changing up her method, she dropped his balls altogether and brought that hand to join the other on his penis. She closed both hands around his shaft and used them to simultaneously jack his length. All ten of her fingers skillfully rubbed along his skin, edging him closer to his climax. She twisted and rotated her hands in opposing directions as they rose and fell throughout the course of the handjob. She could feel his legs shaking and trembling as he tried to hold out as long as possible, but she knew it was only a matter of time. He had no chance to withstand her ministrations for much longer.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, she spotted his balls twitch and hurriedly swooped down to capture the head of his cock in her mouth milliseconds before he erupted like a geyser into her. She stopped her twisting motion, opting for a simple jerking method as he came into her mouth. Continuously swallowing his load as he filled her mouth, her hands worked in unison to heighten his orgasm and draw as much cum as possible from his balls. His payload was copious and plentiful, impressing Miss Banks with its quantity as she quickly gulped it all down.

When his climax began to falter and his shots became smaller and smaller until it was just a trickle, she slowed her hands down to no more than a crawl, careful not to overstimulate him, and ultimately stopping moving altogether. Her lips suctioned tightly around him, pulling every last drop of his orgasm out and sending it to join the rest in her stomach. With one final stroke from his base to his tip that squeezed the final bead of cum out and onto her tongue, she released him from her oral grip with a pop and let go of his wilting hardon to glance at the clock.

“Ten minutes.” She noted. “Almost eleven. Very impressive, Tanner. Not many men can last that long from my handjobs. Well done. Sunny.”

The blonde broke her stare off of Tanner’s dick and snapped her attention to her teacher.

“Yes, Miss Banks.” She answered.

“Go into the top left drawer of my desk.” She instructed. “There’s a stack of hand towels in there. Take four and go back to Tanner’s desk with him and clean him off before he zips his pants back up. Do the same with each of the boys when I finish with them. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Banks!” Sunny nodded.

She hurried to the desk and retrieved the folded towels from where she had been directed, before following Tanner back to his desk. She knelt before him, eagerly, and reverently wiped all the lubricant from his softening penis. A tiny drop of remaining cum appeared at the tip and she quickly extended her tongue to lap it up, savoring the flavor, before finishing her work and returning to her chair.

“Daniel, you’re up next.” Miss Banks continued on with the class. “Please come take a seat for me.”

Daniel rose and headed up to the front. At his teacher’s direction, he undid his belt and zipper, dropping his pants and sitting down. She immediately knelt between his legs and grasped his cock, gently tugging and coaxing it to full mast. When it was completely hard to her satisfaction, she applied a long string of lube along him and her hands went to work, smearing the liquid all around him.

With his shaft good and slick, she began the exact same process as she had performed on Tanner. Consistency was important for this, and she knew that if she changed up her techniques drastically from student to student, the results would be skewed, and she would not be able to replicate the process later in the semester. She had meticulously written down her process for this exam beforehand and filed it in her exam notes, so that she could test the boys in the exact same fashion and get a satisfactory result to see their progress down the line.

Daniel didn’t last quite as long as Tanner, but his stamina was still good, nonetheless. At the eight-minute mark, she felt him shudder under her grip, and the signature flex of his balls told her all she needed to know. Her head flew down to his erection and slurped him between her lips, catching the entirety of his load in her mouth. Shot after shot flowed down her throat and into her stomach, giving her the same thrill of achievement that she got every time she finished a man off. Gulping down the last couple bits of his orgasm, she leaned back and checked the time.

“Almost nine minutes.” She noted. “Very good once again. You may return to your seat, Daniel.”

Sunny was already eagerly awaiting him, a fresh towel in hand. She dropped down to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock, drying him off and eking out the jizz that had lazily flowed up in the aftermath of his orgasm, which she hungrily lapped up.

Meanwhile, Miss Banks had already begun testing David. Her hands were latched onto his shaft and balls, working together to tease and stroke him to completion. He shifted about in the chair, groaning from the efforts of his teacher and steadily approaching the ultimate resolution that was inevitable.

David didn’t last nearly as long as Tanner. Within only a couple minutes of her switching to the double fisted method, he was already thrusting up into her hands and gritting his teeth. Watching his body language carefully, Miss Banks spotted the moment he went over the edge and dipped her head, encompassing the tip in her warm, wet mouth to contain his eruption.

She was pleasantly surprised by the sheer volume of his climax. The first explosion nearly filled her mouth to the brim, causing her cheeks to puff out before she could gulp it down. The second was just as copious and once again made her cheeks bulge, flooding her mouth with hot cum. His subsequent shots were less extensive, but still gave her a large amount to swallow down. She kept expecting it to end, but he continued to exceed her expectations by cumming for more than a minute and giving her plenty of cum. By the end of it, her belly was feeling good and full.

“Just over six minutes.” She said, looking at the clock. “That’s closer to average with my handjobs. What isn’t average is how much you ejaculate. That was quite the finish. I’m sure that we can improve your stamina during the term, it will just take dedication. Girls, quick note. When you know that you are going to be swallowing multiple loads, it is prudent to skip the meal that would take place beforehand. This will help you avoid stomach aches which will diminish your proficiency.”

Miss Banks sent over to his desk and Sunny’s waiting hands and called up Chris, who lowered his pants, and dropped into the chair. He was already stiff and ready for her when she lubed up his length and began her work. His balls bounced and shifted in her hands as she toyed with them. Her well versed technique fluidly worked on his erection, stroking and rubbing him at the same time.

Glancing at the clock occasionally, she waited until the five-minute mark and then changed up to the two-handed method. Her accomplished fingers caressed him from tip to base and back again over and over. Shutting his eyes, Chris did his best to make himself last longer. His hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly until his knuckles turned white. His focus helped him to extend the test, but it was a losing battle. Releasing his pent-up breath, he gave in and allowed himself to climax, feeling Miss Banks’ lips close around his head to catch his discharge.

Popping her mouth off of him at the conclusion of his orgasm, she checked the time mark. Like his friend, Daniel, he had made it past eight minutes, an impressive mark for a young man such as him. She dismissed him back to his desk and grabbed another towel from her drawer to wipe her hands dry. Free of any lube, she opened her laptop to log all of the times in her spreadsheet to keep on file for later on. When Sunny finished with Chris and returned the used towels to her, Miss Banks checked the clock once more to see what time it was.

“Thank you, gentlemen.” She said. “We now have a baseline to work from. Ladies, I hope you were paying attention, because our first chapter starts tomorrow. If any of you have peaked in your textbooks yet, you might have seen that the first section is on non-penetrative sex acts. Since we have a few minutes before class ends, I’ll give a quick introduction to a couple of these. Andrea, why don’t you assist me with this one.”

She beckoned Andrea to stand in front of her, facing the rest of the class.

“Can anyone name a non-penetrative sex act?” Miss Banks asked.

“Tittyfucking!” Sunny blurted out.

“Please raise your hand next time.” Miss Banks corrected. “But yes. Breast stimulation is one of the most common examples.”

She stepped up behind Andrea and reached around her, making the girl flinch as she cupped her boobs.

“I’m sure most of you have seen how this works, but just in case, it goes like so. The girl presses her breasts together, forming a tight valley for her partner’s penis.” Miss Banks explained, demonstrating the action on Andrea’s tits as she spoke. “This act typically works best with more well-endowed women, but it can be accomplished with anyone.”

Lindsay glanced down, self-consciously, at her small B-cups and blushed, knowing that the comment was probably directed at her.

“Like I said, the man puts his cock in the girl’s cleavage.” Miss Banks continued, releasing one of Andrea’s boobs to run her finger down the center of the girl’s chest, indicating to the spot. “The girl can also suck on his tip if he is on the larger side, but climax typically ends on her face and chest. Does everyone understand?”

The students echoed verbal confirmation and Miss Banks dropped her hands from Andrea’s front.

“Good. We’ll go into far more detail during the chapter, but that is a quick introduction.” She said. “Let’s move on. Andrea, please lay on the top of my desk.”

Andrea’s heart raced as visions of Samantha on her back being orally impaled flashed through her mind, but she did as she was asked. Miss Banks directed her to lay down with her legs pointing toward the class. When she was in position, Miss Banks grasped Andrea’s ankles, holding them tightly together, and lifted her legs until her body was at a ninety-degree angle. Andrea’s face burned bright red as she realized that her skirt was useless in this position, and her stockings and panties were on full display to her peers.

“Has anyone seen or experienced a thighjob before?” Miss Banks asked.

When no one raised their hand, she carried on with her explanation.

“A thighjob is fairly self-explanatory.” She spoke. “It is a non-penetrative sex act that utilizes the thighs to provide stimulation. I’ll demonstrate.”

Holding Andrea’s ankles together with one hand, she brought her other one down and flattened her palm and fingers. She inserted her hand between Andrea’s thighs, and pushed it through, rubbing against her stocking clad thighs. Andrea bit her lip as she felt her teacher’s pinky finger brush against her pussy, only her panties and the thin material of the stockings between them. Miss Banks repeatedly thrusted her hand between the girl’s thighs, eventually drawing a squeak from her. Miss Banks hid her smile as Andrea clamped her hand over her mouth to silence her noises. Stopping her movement, she withdrew her hand from where it was squeezed between Andrea’s thighs.

“Of course, in a practical demonstration with a male partner, his cock would take the place of my hand and slide between her thighs. This can be done with or without clothes depending on the man’s preference. For example,” She paused and ran her fingers over the thin, see through material of Andrea’s stockings. “This would be an excellent material for a clothed thighjob. If a slicker, smoother surface is preferred, then nudity would work best in conjunction with a lubricant of some kind.”

Glancing at the clock, Miss Banks let go of Andrea’s ankles and let her drop her legs back down, hiding her panties from view as her skirt fell into place.

“It looks like we are out of time for today.” She said. “Please hold your questions until next class. Read section one of the first chapter. Tomorrow, we will be going over that material. Have a good afternoon.”

Jan 20 2021

Hardcore High Ch. 01 0 (0)

Howdy, howdy. This story was a request from a reader. I hope you all like it! There will be more chapters coming down the line.

Quick note: I put a short character list/rundown first. You don’t need to read it if you don’t want.

Disclaimer: Non-con and free use elements ahead. All characters are 18+

Thanks!

firebird68

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The Girls:

Name-Sunny

Height-5’9″

Hair-Blonde

Breasts-DD

Personality-Cheerful, slutty, dumb, stereotypical blonde

Name-Andrea

Height-5’0″

Hair-Dark brown

Breasts-C

Personality-Demanding, smart, valedictorian type, no-nonsense

Name-Samantha

Height-5’2″

Hair-Black

Breasts-D

Personality-Jaded, dark, goth type, snarky

Name-Lindsay

Height-5’4″

Hair-Ginger

Breasts-B

Personality-Kind, smart, talkative, well behaved

The Guys:

Name-Chris

Height-6’0″

Size-8″

Personality-Outgoing, smart, well mannered/spoken, athletic

Name-David

Height-5’8″

Size-7″

Personality-Joker, loud, class clown

Name-Tanner

Height-6’3″

Size-9.5″

Personality-Quiet, strong, calm with a short fuse

Name-Daniel

Height-5’11”

Size-7.5″

Personality-introverted, athletic, friends with Chris

The Teacher:

Name-Miss Banks

Height-5’10”

Hair-Light brown

Breasts-DD

Personality-Strict, provocative, Dom/switch, playfully evil

“Hey, everybody!”

Samantha groaned as she recognized the bubbly, happy voice immediately. She looked up and confirmed her guess as Sunny skipped into the classroom. Samantha didn’t exactly get along with Sunny. The blonde’s happy-go-lucky persona and perpetual cheerfulness made her nauseous. Still, the girl didn’t seem to get the hint and refused to leave her alone. She sighed as Sunny noticed her sitting at one of the desks and waved, bouncing over to her.

“Samantha!” she said. “You’re in this class, too?”

“Why would I be in here if I wasn’t in the class?” Samantha responded.

“Oh, good point. Hey, Andrea, you’re taking this course, too? I would have thought you would be taking something else.”

“The other electives were too stupid.” Andrea answered, not looking up from her phone.

That, Samantha could agree with. At Sommertown Prep, all senior students were required to take a home-ec elective in the final semester. There were the usual options like cooking, arts, basic home maintenance aka shop, and financial ed., but this year there was a new elective being offered, Advanced Sex Ed. It sounded like an easy A+ to all the students so many had applied. How hard could sex ed be, after all? Unfortunately, there were only eight spots. Four available for female students, and four available for male students.

“Oh, look, Lindsay’s here, too.” Sunny smiled at the redhead as she entered the room.

“Hi, Sunny.” Lindsay said. “Hey, Andrea. Hey, Samantha.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun!” Sunny giggled.

“Whatever.” Samantha just rolled her eyes. “I’m just looking forward to graduating. No more bells ringing, no more crappy cafeteria food, and no more uniforms.”

“Aw, I like the uniforms.” Sunny complained. “They’re cute.”

She looked down at her outfit. It was the same as every other girl’s, A short, pleated, navy skirt with a short sleeved, white button up shirt. She twirled around, her skirt floating up around her with her movements.

“Of course, you would like it.” Samantha grumbled. “Every time the wind blows, everyone can see your panties.”

“What does that mean?” Samantha asked.

“It means that some of us like keeping our boobs inside our shirt.” Samantha gestured at Sunny’s dress shirt that was straining to contain her large chest, the buttons hanging on for dear life. “But what can you expect from a girl with a pornstar name.”

“Hey, don’t be like that, Sam.” Lindsay chided, pushing her glasses up her nose. “I like your name, Sunny.”

Sunny beamed at her, grateful.

“Can you all shut up and sit down?” Andrea snapped, annoyed.

Sunny and Lindsay shirked, and quickly took their seats as a few of the male students filed in. Chris and Daniel were the first guys to arrive, laughing about some joke as they came in the door. Finding the front row taken by the girls, they took two seats in the second row and slid their backpacks under their seats.

“Only eight students, huh?” Daniel asked. “I hope this class isn’t too hard. I need a good grade.”

“Relax, Danny.” Chris locked his fingers behind his head and leaned back. “It’s just sex ed. Essentially basic anatomy and common sense. You know, wrap it up and don’t knock anyone up. That sort of stuff.”

“Do you mind?” Andrea asked, angrily.

“Sorry.” Chris grinned at her, apologetically. “I’ll put a lid on it now.”

He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away a key. Andrea just rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, only to be interrupted a couple seconds later by a loud voice.

“Everyone ready to learn about sex?” David popped into the room.

“Great!” Andrea said, exasperated. “One more idiot in this class.”

“Aw, don’t be so mean, Andrea.” He winked at her. “You could use a little humor. Might make you more approachable.”

“Over my dead body.” She shot back.

Tanner was the last to show up. He took his seat without a word and dumped his backpack on the floor.

“Tanner, you’re taking this?” Chris asked, surprised. “I would have thought you would take some kind of economics or something.”

“I wanted to, but my mom made me take this.” He answered. “She’s terrified that I’ll get a girl pregnant at college and lose my football scholarship.”

“Well, why don’t you just keep your dick in your pants then?” Andrea offered.

“Is your voice always that irritating?” Tanner countered.

Andrea glared and opened her mouth to respond when their instructor walked in, her heels clicking on the linoleum tiles. She set her briefcase down on the desk and turned to the white board. In big letters, she wrote ‘Miss Banks’ and ‘Advanced Sex Ed’ in red marker and spun to face the class. She looked to be about thirty years old and very beautiful. She was dressed professionally, in a tight, black skirt and a matching blazer over her white dress shirt. The top button was undone on her shirt, showing off her generous cleavage that was threatening to rip her top open.

“Good afternoon, class.” She greeted, her icy, yet sexy voice commanding all of their attention. “I am your instructor, Miss Banks. I see everyone is here. That’s good. We’ll begin.”

She opened her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers. Tapping them on the desktop to line them up neatly, she walked down the rows of desks and handed one to each student. When each of them had received a packet, she returned to the front of the room.

“This is the course syllabus.” She explained. “It details all the material we will be covering throughout the semester, the schedule, and, most importantly, my expectations. Before we begin, I trust you ladies all fulfilled the pre-requisites for this course?”

The girls looked at each other and nodded, remembering the notice they had gotten before the semester began that had instructed them to visit their pharmacist and begin taking birth control pills. Andrea raised her hand.

“Yes…Andrea, right?” Miss Banks confirmed, looking at her roster sheet. “What is it?”

“Why do we need to be taking birth control pills?” she asked. “That seems like a weird requirement.”

“This is a sexual education course.” Miss Banks answered. “Of course, we want to promote safe sex. I would have thought that to be obvious to a student as intelligent as you.”

Andrea shrunk in her seat, her face red and embarrassed at having been called out for not knowing something. Miss Banks just smiled and looked over the other students.

“Any other questions?” she asked.

She paused for a few seconds, looking for any hands. When none were forthcoming, she continued.

“Okay. I’ll give you two minutes to take a look through the syllabus. Read everything carefully and then, we’ll stop for questions again.”

She took her seat and began organizing her materials as the students read in silence. A minute later, Lindsay raised her hand. Glancing up, Miss Banks noticed and called on her, referring to her roster again.

“Yes, do you have a question…Lindsay?”

“Yeah, this curriculum is very…detailed.” She noted.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your question.”

“Well, some of the material is…unexpected.” Lindsay continued, reading off some of the listed subjects. “Oral? Anal? Threesomes?”

“Ah.” Miss Banks nodded. “Well, as I’m sure you are aware, this is Advanced Sex Ed.”

She uncapped her marker and underlined the word ‘Advanced’ on the white board.

“This is not your basic middle school course.” She explained. “You already know the basics of sexual intercourse. This class will give you more extensive knowledge and techniques.”

Still unsure with what that all meant, Lindsay dropped her hand and just went back to reading. A minute later, Miss Banks stood up and addressed the class.

“Okay, now that you have all gotten an opportunity to read through the course overview and we have gotten any questions out of the way, let us get started.”

She turned to the white board again and wrote ‘Oral’ in big, neat lettering and underlined it twice. Capping her marker, she turned back to the class.

“We have a lot of work to cover this semester, so we’ll jump right into it today, beginning with oral. This is a basic principle of sexual intercourse so it’s nothing too advanced for you all yet. This will also give me a good starting point to judge where all of your levels are at. Lindsay, since you had some questions concerning the curriculum, perhaps you can begin. Please join me up front.”

She stepped around from behind her desk and waited. Lindsay looked around, puzzled, but she stood and walked to the front of the room to stand next to the instructor, her hands clasped in front of her. Miss Banks looked around the room at the other students.

“Hmm, let’s see…” she looked down at her roster. “Chris, how about you join us as well.”

Chris was just as confused as Lindsay, but he rose from his seat and joined the two of them at the front.

“Okay, Lindsay.” Miss Banks said. “Let’s see how much experience you have. Perform oral on Chris.”

Lindsay’s jaw dropped, flabbergasted.

“Excuse me?” she asked.

“Please listen close so I do not have to repeat myself in the future.” Miss Banks chastised. “Now, perform oral sex on Chris to the best of your abilities. Be quick about it.”

Lindsay, still frozen in shock, just stood there as Miss Banks pushed her down to her knees before Chris. She looked up at the equally surprised young man looking down at her and then back to their instructor. Miss Banks just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Chris, perhaps you can help her get started.” Miss Banks suggested. “Unzip your pants and present your penis.”

Chris snapped out of his shock and unzipped his uniform pants. Reaching in the opening of his boxer briefs, he pulled his dick through and into view. He jumped as Miss Banks grabbed hold of him and started stroking him to erection. Her talented hands had him to full mast within seconds. When she released him, his long cock was now no more than an inch from Lindsay’s cute face. Miss Banks put her palm on the back of the little teen’s head and nudged her forward, bumping her lips into Chris’s tip.

“Open up.” Miss Banks ordered.

Galvanized into action by Miss Banks’ steely voice, Lindsay opened her stunned mouth and took the first inch of Chris’s thick penis into her mouth.

“That’s better.” Miss Banks said. “Now hurry up and suck him off. We don’t have all day, you know.”

Lindsay complied to the best of her ability, sucking on his head and running her tongue around him. Unfortunately, she had limited experience in the blowjob department. Her previous oral encounters had been few and far between and nowhere close to the size of Chris. Faced with the prospect of blowing the biggest cock she had ever seen, she didn’t even know where to begin. Fortunately, Miss Banks was there to coach her and give her tips.

“Move your head.” She said. “You need to put some motion into it, like so.”

The teacher’s hand on her head guided her back and forth in a standard BJ motion. She helped her get started and then let her go on her own devices. Lindsay continued to bob her head once Miss Banks’ hand fell away. She sealed her lips tightly around him and applied suction, her cheeks hollowing out. Chris was groaning in pleasure, but he didn’t seem to be any closer to finishing any time soon.

“Go deeper, honey.” Miss Banks urged.

Pushing her slipping glasses back up her nose, Lindsay did what she was told and went a bit deeper. She pushed forward three inches until the tip of Chris’s cock bumped into the back of her mouth, causing her to gag and pull back immediately.

“Try again.” Her teacher said. “A bit deeper this time.”

Lindsay blinked back some tears and breathed in, going forward again. When his dick poked at her throat again, she tried to go further, but her instincts repelled her in a fit of coughing. Miss Banks looked down at her, somewhat disappointed.

“It seems you’re very inexperienced at this.” She noted. “At this rate, we’ll be here all class waiting for you to finish. Keep sucking, girl, and I’ll give you a hand.”

Miss Banks literally gave her a hand, wrapping her fingers around the remaining length of Chris that was not in Lindsay’s mouth. Bending down to drop a long string of saliva onto the top of his cock, she twisted her hand around, spreading the lubricating liquid. With his shaft now slick, she started stroking him vigorously.

This was no rookie blowjob now. With the combination of Lindsay’s soft mouth sucking his head and Miss Bank’s skilled hand stroking the rest of him, Chris was grunting and thrusting his hips within minutes, drawing ever closer to climax. Miss Banks watched his face and movements closely, monitoring how far along he was. When she saw he was about to cum, she leaned towards Lindsay’s bobbing head.

“Make sure you swallow it all.” She ordered.

Before Lindsay could register what her teacher had said, she felt a hot burst of semen fill her mouth. She squealed and started to pull away from the salty, sweet stream. Her practiced eye recognizing that the redhead teen was about to retreat, Miss Banks released Chris’s cock and took a firm grip of the girl’s hair, holding her in place. She quickly brought her other hand in to continue jerking him as well.

“I said to swallow!” she commanded.

Lindsay’s cheeks were now puffed out like a chipmunk, full of warm jizz. Closing her eyes, she reluctantly gulped down the copious fluid as Chris’s balls continued to flood her mouth, spurred on by Miss Bank’s manual actions. She pulled back as the instructor finally released her and the final spurt of semen landed on her glasses, dripping down the clear lens.

“You have a long way to go, Lindsay.” Miss Banks told the coughing girl. “But this was a decent start. You may return to your seat. You too, Chris. Thank you.”

Chris tucked his softening dick back into his uniform pants and strode back to his seat, shrugging to his bewildered friend, Daniel. Lindsay wiped her glasses on her skirt and stood, returning to her desk.

“And Lindsay.” The redhead turned as she heard her name. “I better not have to tell you to swallow twice again. Understood?”

A chill went through her as she met the icy eyes of her instructor and she nodded hurriedly, sitting down.

“Good.” Miss Banks said. “Now, who wants to go next?”

“Oh, me!” Sunny’s hand flew up into the air. “I want to go next, Miss Banks!”

“Certainly. Come to the front. How about we have…David as well. Both of you come up.”

Sunny dropped to her knees immediately, pulling David toward her and smiling excitedly as she yanked down his zipper and fished his hardening cock out of his pants. Without a moment’s hesitation, she bent forward and engulfed his half hard penis in her mouth, bathing him in her warm saliva. Using her hands to match her head’s movements, Sunny stroked his base and sucked on him with gusto, showing considerably more skill than Lindsay.

The normally loud, jokey David was rendered speechless by the eager blowjob that the beautiful, busty blonde was giving him. She delved deep, pushing his tip down her throat repeatedly. Her other hand joined the first and reached in the opening of his pants to massage and fondle his testicles. David moaned as her deft fingers gently squeezed his balls, making his cock jump in her mouth.

Sunny stopped stroking and placed her hands on his thighs. Winking up at him, she swallowed his cock whole, deepthroating him in one fluid movement. David gasped and Miss Banks raised an eyebrow appraisingly as all seven inches disappeared between her pretty lips. Without moving an inch off of him, Sunny took David’s hands and brought them to rest on her head, nodding encouragingly at him.

Taking the hint, David began to piston in and out of her, fucking her face in earnest. Sunny took it all in stride, never batting an eye. Her nostrils flared as she took a breath on each outstroke and her hands never left his thighs.

David didn’t last long in Sunny’s warm, wet mouth. With a grunt, he buried his dick in her throat and held her there while his balls unloaded their contents straight into her stomach. Sunny just kept swallowing, her throat muscles working ardently to milk him dry and put it right where it belonged, in her belly. When he dropped his hands from her, completely spent, Sunny slowly pulled back, sucking all the way and cleaning him off until the soft head popped out of her mouth. Swallowing once more, Sunny smiled and looked up at Miss Banks.

“That was very well done, Sunny.” Miss Banks praised. “Very well done, indeed.”

“Slut.” Samantha scoffed under her breath.

Miss Banks’ eyes narrowed as her keen ears picked up the whispered insult and she frowned.

“Thank you, Sunny. Thank you, Chris. You may both return to your desks now.” She said.

The two teens fixed themselves, Chris zipping his pants back up and Sunny wiping a drop of cum from her lip and popping it in her mouth, and they walked back to their seats. Miss Banks turned her icy stare on Samantha now.

“Samantha, it’s your turn now.” She said, slight venom in her tone.

Samantha rolled her eyes and walked to the front of the room, about to kneel down.

“No, that’s all right, Samantha.” Miss Banks stopped her. “I’m going to have you demonstrate a more advanced technique. Please, if you will, take a seat on my desk.”

Samantha felt a chill at the cold, evil tone that had appeared in Miss Banks’ voice, but she did as she was told, sitting on top of the teacher’s desk. Miss Banks cleared her papers off the top and then took the black-haired girl’s shoulders and lowered her to her back, rotating her until she was lying lengthwise on the wooden surface with her head hanging off one end.

“That’s good right there.” Miss Banks said. “Stay.”

Her eyes scanned the room and fell on the tall, muscular Tanner. She smiled at him and beckoned with her finger.

“Tanner, how about you help me with this demonstration.”

Tanner rose and came to the front, awaiting instructions.

“Like I said, Samantha is going to demonstrate a more advanced technique for us.” Mis Banks explained to the class. “Throatfucking.”

A shiver ran through Samantha as she heard that. Being somewhat of a loner, she had never sucked a dick before, but she had seen the videos online of girls violently having their faces wrecked by big dicks. Her only comfort was the hope that Tanner wasn’t as big as those pornstars and that it would be less of a throatfucking and more of a mouthfucking. Her first hope was dispelled as Tanner dropped his pants and his huge cock slapped her in the face. She went cross-eyed looking at the massive shaft casting a shadow over her face and she swallowed fearfully.

“Oh, yes, you will be perfect for this demonstration.” Miss Banks said, gleefully, as she took in Tanner’s nine-and-a-half-inch length. “Now please begin fucking Samantha’s throat, Tanner.”

Tanner took hold of his thick penis and pressed the tip against Samantha’s lips. Miss Banks frowned as the girl did not open immediately.

“Open your mouth, Samantha.” She ordered. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Apprehensive, Samantha opened her mouth and let Tanner push his fat head between her lips. He moved slowly, at first, lightly thrusting in and out of her mouth. Samantha’s pulse calmed momentarily as Tanner only fed her the first inch or so and didn’t move very fast. Miss Banks was not so pleased.

“Tanner, I said to fuck her throat.” She reminded him. “I don’t like having to repeat myself.”

“Are you sure?” he asked her, skeptically.

“Yes, I’m sure.” She confirmed. “Go on then.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Tanner gripped Samantha’s head in his hands and thrust hard into her mouth. Samantha squeaked and gagged as she felt the thick head spreading the narrow entrance to her throat. Reloading, Tanner rammed his way inside her again, force feeding her another few inches and spearing into her virgin throat. Samantha choked and thrashed on the desk as she felt the monster spreading her taut walls wide and plugging her airway. Her arms pushed against his hips fruitlessly, having no chance to move his sturdy, muscular frame.

Miss Banks sighed and grabbed hold of Samantha’s flailing arms, pinning them to the desk on either side of the struggling girl. She looked up and spotted the wide-eyed Andrea a few feet away in the front row.

“Andrea, please come assist me.” She directed.

Andrea nervously stood and walked up to the desk, her gaze never leaving the gigantic penis fucking its way deeper and deeper into the whining, choking girl on her back. She only broke away when Miss Banks called to her again.

“Please help me restrain Miss Samantha until the demonstration is complete.” Miss Banks instructed, indicating that she should climb on the desk.

Andrea gulped and climbed up on the desk. Under Miss Banks instruction, she straddled the squirming girl’s mid-section and sat down, pinning her arms to her sides with her thighs and holding her torso down with her butt. From here, she had a front row seat for the brutal throating that was going on right before her eyes. She watched with grim fascination as a bulge repeatedly appeared and disappeared in Samantha’s neck.

Samantha was now unable to struggle at all. While Andrea did not weigh more than a hundred pounds, it was far more than she could lift from this position and her arms could not overpower the brunette’s legs. All she could do was whine and gag as Tanner’s thick length hammered further and further into her. Her vision was slightly blurred by the tears that were forming in them, but she could see the large, heavy balls making their way closer and closer to her face with every thrust.

Tanner grunted and worked to get additional purchase into her tight throat. It wasn’t easy going. He was in unexplored territory, after all, and his giant dick was hardly an easy beginning point for a virgin throat to handle. Still, it felt incredible to him and he was all the more anxious to get to the bottom. With a few more powerful, pistoning thrusts, he finally was successful in ramming his way to the balls, his entire nine and a half inches fully buried in Samantha’s throat. He let out a long, low moan as her walls constricted around him. Miss Banks stepped up, a slight smile of evil satisfaction on her face.

“Stay right there, Tanner.” She told him. “Class, come gather around, please.”

She waved them all up and they crowded around her desk where Tanner was holding his cock balls deep in Samantha’s convulsing throat. They all looked on with wide eyes, the guys adjusting the crotches of their pants and the girls subconsciously rubbing their throats. Miss Banks leaned in and tapped her finger against Samantha’s distended neck.

“This is what’s called a throat bulge.” She said. “Some of you may have heard of it before. It’s only visible when the female deepthroats her male partner or a sex toy of sufficient length.”

She gently stroked the obscene bulge in Samantha’s spasming neck.

“How does it feel, Tanner?” she asked, content to torture the disrespectful girl a little longer.

“It feels fucking incredible.” He moaned, eyes closed in bliss.

“Watch your language, please.” Miss Banks chided. “Okay, proceed with the throatfucking.”

Just as Samantha was sure she was going to pass out, Tanner’s cock moved and pulled back until just the head remained. She gasped the sweet, life-giving oxygen in around him but was only granted a second of reprieve before the monster rod slammed back in her, stretching her out again. His full balls smacked into her red face repeatedly as he fucked her throat vigorously. The students all watched intently as the bulge appeared and disappeared, mesmerized by the sight. Tanner was in heaven, but he couldn’t last much longer.

“Miss Banks, I’m gonna cum.” He warned.

“That’s fine.” She said. “I don’t expect any man to last more than ten minutes from a good throating and you’ve already gone twelve. Go ahead, honey.”

With a roar, Tanner hilted himself in Samantha and released. Samantha reflexively tried to suck in air, but all that came was semen. Her screams were muted by the esophagus-stretching shaft as seemingly gallons of hot cum flooded her throat and rocketed towards her stomach. She choked and strings of cum shot out her nostrils and dripped down into her eyes. She whined and gagged as she was force fed a monstrously impressive load of spunk, the other students watching on closely.

Tanner breathed out and ground his crotch against her face as his orgasm petered out, the last couple shots drooling from the tip and coming to rest in her windpipe. With a satisfied sigh, he reluctantly pulled his long cock from her throat and everyone watched as her neck returned to its original, slender shape. As soon her mouth was clear, Samantha coughed up wads of hot cum that were still stuck in her throat. The globs of white fluid dripped down her face and forehead, covering her in the sticky stuff.

“Can I let her up now, Miss Banks?” Andrea asked, still somewhat horrified but slightly turned on by the whole scene that had just unfolded.

“Yes, you can let her go now, Andrea.” Miss Banks said. “Thank you for your help. Everyone can return to their seats now.” Andrea climbed off the spluttering, choking teen and went to go back to her chair.

“Except you, Andrea.” Miss Banks added. “It’s your turn.”

Andrea froze in her tracks, a cold pit forming in her stomach, but she was saved an instant later when the bell rang.

“Oh, it seems we’ve run out of time.” Miss Banks noted, frowning.

Andrea released a pent-up breath and collected her belongings.

“You will be first thing on the schedule tomorrow, Andrea.”

Andrea’s anxiety instantly returned but she just nodded and left the room.

“Sunny, please help Samantha collect herself.” Miss Banks said.

“Sure thing!”

The bubbly blonde skipped up to the front and patted the coughing girl on the back. Samantha’s face was a mess of saliva and cum and her mascara was streaked all over.

“Come on, Samantha.” She said. “Class is over. We need to get to our next period.”

The black-haired girl burped and stood on shaky legs. Her stomach was bloated and full, and she was dazed, but she picked up her backpack as Sunny towed her from the room and onto the next class.

Jan 20 2021

A Night Out with My Wife 0 (0)

1

My wife and I hadn’t gone out in a while. We finally had a sitter and a night to ourselves. We were headed to dinner, but of course out for drinks first. I couldn’t sit to get home from work and go out with my beautiful wife.

When I got home, I was quite happy to see that she was wearing that dress with a slit that goes way up too high. Her legs are amazing, but still she still wore panties just in case. I didn’t really like that she had panties on, but was happy to see that she had no bra. I could see a lot of cleavage, and basically her whole breast on each side. The little bit you couldn’t see could be easily imagined. Not just for me, but anyone who could see her.

We sat at the little wine bar. There were a few people around, maybe the place was half full. Several of those people noticed her of course, primarily men. A couple young men were clearly talking about her over in the corner. Nothing creepy, hopefully. Or maybe I would be okay with that too. I briefly imagined her going over and flirting with the two men and teasing them a bit. It’s not something she would probably do, but I like thinking about it.

I was wearing somewhat tight jeans, which might prove to be an issue as I was really enjoying looking at her and thinking about all the things I wanted her to do. But no one here really seemed to see me at all. I was ok with that. We got drinks, then she told me she needed to use the bathroom, and she went to the back to find it.

She was oblivious, but I stared at her every step as she walked away. I wasn’t the only one. Those two guys, plus another at the bar too. I enjoyed that. At the bar I was waiting for her, somewhat impatiently. I really wanted to be closer to her. I wanted to touch her. I was quite aroused from just watching her walk, and seeing the other eyes on her.

Finally she strutted back in, with a big smile on her face. She cozied up next to me. God, she is sexy. How is it that this is my wife? She looked up at me, then diverted her eyes down to her purse. I looked that way, and I could see her little panties inside. My mind was racing. She had no panties on now. Of course I liked that.

It was dark enough in here, I thought I could get away with a little bit. I ran my hand up her thigh. She slightly spread her legs, encouraging my touch. As I got near, I could feel the heat coming off of her. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one turned on. Maybe she had noticed everyone looking at her. Or maybe she just liked being nearly naked out in public.

She touched my neck, she kissed it softly. She whispered in my ear “I need you.” I was trying to be cool, but I was aroused beyond belief at this point. She probably could have talked me into anything.

We finished our drinks, and ordered another round. Again, she whispered in my ear “I need you to pleasure me”. I smiled, I said “later tonight.” She continued to get closer to me. She was touching me everywhere, somewhat subtly, casually, but getting bolder every second. Her left breast was nearly out now, and she didn’t seem to notice. I noticed, and so did the bartender. He pretended not to look, but I liked seeing him look at her.

Again, she whispered in my ear “Not later, now.” She grabbed my hand and stood up. I stood up awkwardly, trying to hide my growing excitement from the others at the bar. I glanced at the bartender, trying to indicate we would be back. She was pulling me towards the bathroom. Fortunately they were the private types of bathrooms, with a lock.

She pushed me into one. She kissed me hard, and pushed me up against the wall. She stepped back slightly and motioned for me to go to my knees. There was no way I was going to resist. She lifted her dress up, she put one leg over my shoulder. She pushed her very wet pussy onto my lips.

I tried to start slow. But I was so turned on, and she tasted so good. And she was so wet. I put my lips on her clit, and flicked at it with my tongue. Then I ran my tongue down, and slid it inside her. Her juices were already dripping off my chin. She grabbed my head and directed my mouth back to her clit. I again sucked on it lightly, then stopped and rolled my tongue around it. It didn’t take long. I could feel her orgasm quickly building. She seems to have no restraint tonight. She moaned quite loudly as she came. It was so loud that I was sure the whole bar heard.

I got up, and cleaned up a little. She was already composed as if nothing had happened. I started to unbuckle my pants. I really wanted to be inside her now. She stopped me. She whispered to me “Later, tonight” and headed out the bathroom door, back to the bar and our drinks. As soon as I composed myself, I hurried to rejoin her at the bar. While I wouldn’t have minded seeing other men flirt with her, at the moment I just wanted her attention on me.

2

It had taken me a bit longer to compose myself in the bathroom than I would have liked. I was still so worked up that I thought I would run inside, grab my wife’s hand, and get her out to the car to finish things. But when I got back to the bar, someone was sitting in my chair, next to my wife. From looking at my wife now, though still sexy, she seemed like she hadn’t just had me service her needs in the bathroom.

Sitting next to her was a woman, and a man was standing behind her. Honestly, I no longer remember their names, but let’s call her Allison and him Rob, for the purposes of recalling this story. My wife quickly introduced all of us, then went back to whatever she was discussing in-depth with Allison. As she did, I looked over them both. Our new friends were maybe a few years younger than us, but not terribly so. Allison was a cute petite blonde. She had a tight skirt on, not crazy short, and a little tank top. She wasn’t dressed as sexy as my wife was but she was still nice to look over. Rob, her husband, was my height, give or take, and had dark black hair. I sized him up, he was probably in a bit better shape than me, but not dramatically. From his button-down shirt and nice shoes, I figured he was probably in some sort of sales role. I complained silently to myself, I had little interest in talking to any salespeople at all – especially when what I wanted to do was finish things with my wife in the back seat of our car.

My wife turned around and grabbed my hand, and told me that the four of us were going a couple of doors down, to a martini bar and restaurant to try to get a table, and possibly do some dancing. The first part of that made sense, but dancing? That certainly wasn’t something I did. But I smiled and agreed. She quickly engaged again with Allison as we left for our short walk over there, and I was left behind to talk with Rob. I was trying to come up with some small talk when Rob pointed out the dress my wife was wearing. He commented on her legs and hinted about seeing her breasts practically fall out of the dress. Hearing this younger man with a hot wife of his own appreciate my wife was nice. I commented on how Allison looked in that skirt, and he smiled and nodded, but said he wished she would dress a bit sexier. When I said she looked pretty sexy to me, he said what he meant was sluttier, he wanted her to show off. That made me laugh a bit, and further eased the tension I was feeling. Clearly, we both liked showing off our wives.

When we got to the next place, as we were being seated, my wife and Allison headed off to the bathroom. Rob and I ordered drinks and proceeded to talk more about our wives. I started to wonder after a few minutes why they were gone so long, but Rob poked me and pointed to the dance floor. There was my wife, shaking her ass to some song I had never heard before. She was sliding her skirt up a bit, showing off her legs even more. She was face to face with Allison and strangely close to a woman she had just met. I noticed some other men watching them as well, and the two of us just sat back and enjoyed the show.

They had been dancing for a couple of songs now and deflected at least a couple of would-be suitors who tried to join them. They came back to the table to grab a drink, and suddenly my wife had a little grin. She asked Rob if we could borrow Allison for a minute. While that sounded kind of sexy I figured she meant something innocent. He agreed, and both of the women grabbed one of my hands, walking me towards the bathroom.

My wife pushed me into a private little bathroom, a little smaller than the previous place, but big enough. Allison followed us in. My wife sat up on the counter next to the sink and hiked her dress up. She motioned for me. Allison meanwhile was standing off to the side, watching. I wasn’t quite sure what I was being asked to do, so my wife grabbed me, pushing me to my knees. She told me she needed another orgasm. I wasn’t about to say no, but I was a little shocked at having the audience. I ran my hands up her thighs and followed up with my tongue. I could already smell her sex. She was soaked. I slid one finger inside her, then two. As I started to flick her clit with my tongue, I sensed movement in the room. Allison had moved over to be right beside her on the counter. Allison was watching us, well really she was watching her, not us, and had started to touch herself through her clothes. It wasn’t long before my wife started to do that little thing she does, where her body starts to tense before she comes. She grabbed my head, holding it in place, and cried out. She had what seemed like a shuttering orgasm, and then pushed my head away.

I stood up, unsure of what was next at this point. Allison, while still fully dressed, was still slowly rubbing herself through her skirt. My wife still had her dress pulled up around her waist, her beautiful pussy exposed. Allison was looking intently at her and told her she was sexy, and that she wanted to see more. That’s when my wife looked at me and said “Ok, Now”. She had been teasing me all night by telling me “Not yet”, so I wasn’t going to question her at this point.

I quickly pulled my jeans down. I was rock hard and ready. My wife just reached out her legs, wrapped them around my waist, and pulled me to her. She was as wet as I had ever seen and I slipped into her easily. As much as I would have liked to put on a good show, I knew I wouldn’t last long in this situation. So I focused on drawing myself all the way out of her and then slamming it back in. I love the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her, it’s one of my favorite things to see. Fortunately, it seemed like our voyeur friend liked this as well, as she had her skirt and panties pulled aside, and was furiously rubbing herself. I closed my eyes to concentrate, trying to hold off coming as long as I could.

I heard Allison now moaning, and opened my eyes to see what she was doing. She had a look of crazy lust on her face and was clearly in the middle of a good orgasm. That was all I could take and cried out as I made one last forward thrust into my wife. My wife grabbed me, pulled me out of her, and held my exploding cock in her hand as I shot all over her. That was something she had never done before.

Our collective afterglow was rudely interrupted by a loud knock on the door. My wife and our new friend burst into laughter at the interruption. The three of us scrambled to put our clothes back in order and clean up. When the three of us emerged from the bathroom, the ladies who had been knocking went from angry to amused. We quickly made our way back to the table where we found Rob, who had apparently run into another guy he knew. He shot us a big smile as we approached and made some joke about us being gone so long. I grabbed a beer and sat down, somewhat in disbelief at what had just happened. My wife looked at me and smiled, as she now sat down between Rob and his unintroduced friend. I wondered if the night was over or not.

Jan 20 2021

Farewell Stonemere Park Ch. 04 0 (0)

The cult bookshop was still open when Stephanie passed it on her way to the Underground, so, remembering her plan to lose herself in some sordid, boob-obsessed reading material, she stopped in.

‘Can I heeelllllp…’ said the portly young bearded bookseller, doing as fast a double-take as his sluggish physique would allow upon setting eyes on young Stephanie, his voice trailing away, disappearing, echoing into the young woman’s delicately quivering cleavage. She had, improbably, invited him to titfuck her once while testing one of Nina’s ingenious bras designed for the purpose, and he was as besotted with those plump, shapely teenage breasts now as he had been while gladly purging his musty seed all over them.

‘Hello,’ said Stephanie brightly, posture adjusting to make her bust look as thrustingly bulbous as it possibly could, ‘How are you?’

‘M-me?’ said the bookseller guiltily, body tense with the effort to maintain eye-contact with the curvaceous young woman before him. ‘Um, fine thanks. Did you enjoy… it was a Phoebe Flynn adventure you bought last time, wasn’t it?’

‘I seem to recall you gave it to me free of charge,’ said Stephanie with a flirty wink, then, in case the remark wasn’t self-explanatory, added: ‘After I let you stick your boner between my boobies and jizz all over them.’

The bookseller’s fat, goateed chin dropped into the chin just beneath it.

‘But yes,’ said Stephanie, ‘Very well remembered. It was a Phoebe Flynn book, and I did enjoy it. Not so much all the science fiction space stuff, that’s not really my cup of tea, but the bosoms on the other hand…’

‘The b-bosoms?’

Stephanie widened her eyes and nodded with an impish grin, her ginger curls and gravity-defying chest nodding along with youthful enthusiasm. ‘Yes the bosoms,’ she repeated in a rather lower voice, attempting seductive huskiness. If she was going to practise crowbarring her tits into every conversation with a man then there was no time like the present, and she decided to throw herself into the boob-banter with erotic gusto, channelling that sensation when her nipples teetered on the edge of breast orgasm. ‘All those busty young ladies in the book, every page spilling over with boobs, all described in endless, horny detail, I simply loved it.’

‘You… you did?’

‘I know it must come as a surprise, you’d think I’m hardly the target market, that girls with big knockers like me would disapprove of a book so thoroughly obsessed with them, but in fact it’s quite the opposite! Books like that are an inspiration to a girl as erotically well-endowed as I am, they’re like an instruction manual for how to put them to the fullest possible use. And lately I have come to the conclusion that if boobs like the ones you see before you aren’t making a gentleman shoot his load, then they’re just hanging there doing nothing—well, not hanging as such in my case, mine just stick out in front of me—but you take my point that there’s no sense in as fuckable a pair of tits as this going to waste, don’t you?’

The bookseller was now just staring directly at Stephanie’s chest, and the buxom young school-leaver was pleased to notice a tent erecting itself within grubby tracksuit trousers.

‘Anyway,’ Stephanie continued, ‘I’m back for more.’

‘More…?’ the bookseller croaked, hopeful and terrified in equal measure.

‘Reading material, I mean,’ Stephanie clarified, letting her enticing, crop-topped H-cups sway idly before her. She dropped her voice to a half-whisper. ‘The rude stuff. As breast-obsessed as it gets.’

The bookseller emerged from his cleavage-induced trance a little and led Stephanie deep into the rear of the shop, through the labyrinth of unsorted book stacks, until they got to the dusty, dog-eared and dubiously-stained second-hand erotica.

‘I suppose all these dirty books are as breast-centric as each other,’ Stephanie mused allowed as her gaze drifted up and down the shelves. The spines of the books were rather innocuous, the titles at best cryptically salacious.

‘Well, you’d be surprised,’ said the bookseller, scratching his belly through a faded Babylon 5 T-shirt. ‘Breasts themselves aren’t really a niche in written erotica, which is strange considering what a fetish they are in real life, and how prevalent they are in photographic and filmed porn. So, in fact, books for breast fans only make up a small proportion of what’s been published, and you won’t even find much printed after the eighties.’

‘Oh,’ Stephanie pouted, and was resigned to making do with combing through pervy sci-fi for breast references when the bookseller smiled a wry smile and added:

‘But that’s still hundreds of books. And I have most of them here.’

Stephanie’s spirits lifted, and she regarded the spines of the books around her with fresh eyes. ‘You mean…?’

The bookseller beamed and nodded, hands on hips, erection prodding shamelessly upwards. ‘It’s not just the Phoebe Flynn books. You’re looking at possibly the largest collection of vintage breast and titwank-fetish erotica in the country. Whatever your preference, it’s here.’

Stephanie stroked the spine of a volume promisingly titled “Breast Worship”.

‘Excellent read,’ said the bookseller. ‘A cult of Christian fundamentalists recruit the most beautiful-bosomed women they can find in order to prove the existence of God.’

‘Gosh,’ said Stephanie. The cover illustration showed a crucifix dangling over a pair of lovingly-painted, half-exposed boobs. ‘Sounds rather highbrow for furtive masturbation material.’

‘Just because we like tits doesn’t mean we’re idiots,’ said the bookseller, bridling somewhat. ‘If anything the classy stuff is a bigger turn-on.’

Stephanie inspected a label on the shelf, scrawled with a code. She pointed at it. ‘This starts with a double-D. Is it Dewey Decimal code?’

‘Oh, that’s just my little joke, I made my own indexing system called double-D, because… well…’ he cringed at his own dirty pun.

‘Oh, bra cup size,’ said Stephanie, burying her distaste and disapproval and instead mustering the kind of come-hither enthusiasm she imagined the likes of Nina and Helen exhibiting in the same circumstances. ‘You are funny! I probably just didn’t get the joke because it’s been a while since I was only a double-D myself. I’d practically forgotten the size existed at all. In fact, I underwent something of a freak growth spurt last year, and grew from a C straight to a G-cup overnight!’

‘Holy shit.’

‘And it didn’t stop there. I’m an H-cup now. Thirty-four H.’ Stephanie let the words roll around her pink lips and tongue with lusty relish. Prosaic though those letters and numbers were to a buxom bosom’s owner, Stephanie knew that a man with a weakness for the generously endowed female could go weak at the knees just at the mention of these vital statistics.

‘Most impressive,’ mumbled the bookseller, mentally undressing the bodacious young redhead before him.

‘The reason I’m being so specific,’ Stephanie went on, ‘is that, given how meticulously you have indexed these works of boob adulation, you might be in a position to recommend books where the females being objectified… I mean admired… have breasts and other general physical characteristics similar to my own. You see, I want to get inside the heads of the kinds of men most likely to pop a boner in my presence. Really understand what it is about me that gets them off, what it is that’s making their balls so overloaded with cream that all they can think about is shoving their cocks between my bosoms and cumming all over them. You know what I mean?’

The look on the bookseller’s entranced face made it very clear the he knew precisely what Stephanie meant.

‘I want to be able to talk about my big bosoms in a way that turns boys on every bit as much as the sight of them,’ Stephanie concluded, ‘and I think that if I read enough erotic literature devoted to bosoms like my own, I will be able to talk dirty in a way that befits my cock-stiffening appearance. I know you’ve seen my bare breasts before, but perhaps you would indulge me by allowing me to describe them?’

The bookseller glanced over Stephanie’s shoulder to check that they were still alone in the shop. ‘Y-yes, please do.’

‘Wonderful!’ grinned Stephanie, shoulders raising as she squeezed her chest together with her forearms in puckish glee. ‘First of all, I should introduce myself. I’m Stephanie.’

The bookseller took Stephanie’s dainty extended hand. ‘Martin.’

Martin! The name rang in Stephanie’s ears, conjuring up all of the mixed feelings regarding sex guru Martin Leyton and her failed attempts to seduce him. It seemed absurd, in hindsight, that she had ever thought herself in with a chance. But here was another Martin, a Martin she had eating out of her palm. The opportunity to say the name aloud gave her a curious thrill.

‘Well, Martin, I’m ever so pleased to meet you,’ Stephanie said, shaking Martin the bookseller’s hand vigorously enough to fill his wide-eyed field of vision with a vista of quivering H-cup cleavage. ‘Lucky me, stumbling on so erudite a breast expert!’

The description applied, conveniently, to both Martins, and Stephanie decided that pretending this was the notorious titwank expert who had visited Stonemere Park school in her second term would make boob-talk practice much easier, and would help exorcise these unresolved and unrequited feelings of attraction.

‘So, Martin,’ she began with a pretty grin and a flash of her bright emerald eyes. ‘My name is Stephanie. I’m nineteen years old, just finished my A-levels, five foot four inches tall, thirty-four inches in the hips, thirty in the waist, and I wear a size thirty-four H bra. I’m a late developer, and when my plump, round, gravity-defying C-cups blossomed to G’s overnight they stayed just as round and just as gravity-defying, but naturally a great deal plumper! I say plump, but apart from perhaps a little puppy-fat, these delicious teenage boobies of mine are all dense breast tissue. My nipples are small, pink, soft, and inverted most of the time, but they’re ever so sensitive, as are my breasts as a whole, which means I enjoy the most intensely pleasurable breast orgasms! I can cum simply from taking my bra off and letting them sway gently from side to side, so that my naturally tight cleavage writhes sensuously. The only reason I wear a bra, between you and me, is to keep my big bosoms from jiggling themselves to boobgasm in public! And it feels even nicer doing it with something wedged between them, Martin. Such as a nice, stiff, boob-loving erection. There’s nothing quite like a mutual titwank orgasm, is there? Pleasure throbbing endlessly through big undulating breasts while a rigid cock pumps a pair of balls dry from the heart of my squirming cleavage! Do you have any books like that, Martin? Redheads with bosoms the size of their heads, small, pale, sensitive little inverted nipples, who enjoy nothing more than jiggling themselves and the men around them to helpless breast-induced orgasms?’

Both Stephanie and Martin were now hot and flushed with erotic anticipation, and their swollen erogenous extremities were close to working their way free of low-cut white vest top and jogging trousers respectively. The bookseller’s erection was straining so desperately that it was stretching the elasticated waistband clear of his stomach entirely, and the more it strained and twitched, the more Stephanie found herself arching her back and thrusting her huge young chest further and further outwards, feeling those sensitive, pink little areolae creep free of her bra cups and ever closer to that low-cut neckline. She was that finding the talent for dirty talk came worryingly easy, especially when presented with so besotted a practice target and especially-especially when she could say that name aloud in the same breath as her explosively sexual boobs.

‘No, don’t touch it, Martin,’ she urged, snapping out of her reverie as she saw the bookseller’s hand drifting in the direction of the clearly rather painful tent in his trousers. ‘The first step to enjoying a titwank is to learn to ejaculate hands-free. It is a profound insult to a young lady’s bosoms to masturbate over them using your hand, didn’t you know that?’

‘I… I… I’m s-sorry,’ said the flustered bookseller, hand flying up and away from his groin in confusion. ‘I… I thought…’

‘Oh, I don’t mean that I don’t want you to cum all over them,’ Stephanie hastened with a kind laugh. ‘On the contrary: I want you to cum over my big teenage bosoms very much, Martin! But it’s only polite for you to let my bosoms do the wanking, or to be so overwhelmingly turned on by the sight of them that you simply unload untouched. There’s nothing quite as flattering as being jizzed over hands-free, big fat ropes of lovely thick cum flying from a freely wriggling boner and draping themselves over my wobbly knockers!’

‘Noted,’ stammered the bookseller, hand and cock trembling in pre-ejaculatory limbo. ‘I think I have just the book for you.’

‘Ooh, goody!’ said Stephanie. She shook her breasts again in the hope that a delicate nipple would “accidentally” flick into view for the bookseller’s Y-front-creaming pleasure.

The priapic shop owner pulled down a suspiciously dog-eared paperback from a high shelf and handed it to Stephanie. The cover featured a buxom redhead, braless in a tight maroon top so as to show off the obviously rather magnificent pair of breasts underneath. The woman’s face was familiar, and filled Stephanie with rather mixed feelings.

‘”L.C.T.F. My Story”,’ read Stephanie aloud. ‘”By Emma Enderby.”‘ It was the tell-all memoir of Martin Leyton’s live-in assistant, the busty ginger muse who had inspired him to set up his notorious titfuck-tuition clinic on Harley Street. Stephanie had met her twice now, and she admired and envied her in equal measure.

‘Not technically erotica, is it?’ she said. ‘More autobiography, really.’

‘You say that,’ replied the bookseller, ‘But rarely have I cum so often reading a book. It’s three hundred pages of her talking about her tits. And what tits they are! Very similar to yours, if I may say so: pale, lightly freckled, with small pink nipples, and probably about the same size. There are colour pictures. Lots of them. She talks about learning to titfuck and mastering the art of the boobgasm, and there’s lots of hands-free cumming. You’d like it, I think.’

Stephanie flicked through the well-used paperback. It was indeed comprehensively illustrated, the author’s ample endowments and the masturbatory uses to which they could be so effectively put depicted not just in photographs but elaborate schematic diagrams. In theory this slavish pursuit of scientific titwank precision should have appealed to Stephanie’s rational nature, but that irrational side to her, the side she loathed so much about herself, the jealous, bitter side, simmered up to the surface again. Uncanny though the resemblance which Emma Enderby’s appearance—boobs and otherwise – bore to her own, and spot-on though the bookseller’s recommendation was in principle, Stephanie wasn’t sure she could make it through even the first few pages of this salacious memoir without throwing the book against the wall in an envious rage.

‘I think I’d prefer fiction,’ she said, finally, handing the book back. ‘Something made-up, but where the heroine’s boobs are similar to mine.’

The bookseller looked longingly at Stephanie’s precariously-clad boobs, so close to bursting forth from their tight white vest. ‘Perhaps if you just showed me them,’ he ventured, ‘to remind me what they look like…?’

‘Oh but that would be cheating!’ sniggered Stephanie, shifting back into bosom-flaunting flirty gear. ‘No, Martin, if you want to lose that heavy, spunky load of yours then you’re going to have to do it just from listening to me describing them to you!’

Upon saying this, a thought occurred to Stephanie. All this talk of getting men to cum just from talking… She needed to get back to Nina’s to tell her the idea while it was still fresh in her mind. She took the pile of books the bookseller had recommended. ‘I’m sorry Martin, but you’re going to have to jizz over my bosoms another time, I need to go. I’ll take all your book recommendations. How much do you want for them?’

‘Just a titwank,’ croaked the orgasm-denied shopkeeper.

‘You’re getting that anyway,’ grinned Stephanie. She stashed the books in her tote bag and treated the tortured man to a final generous shimmy-shake of her globular teen H-cups in their tight white stretch-cotton casing as she backed away down the aisle. ‘Back again as soon as I get back from my trip in a couple of weeks. Promise not to cum until then? Toodle-oo!’

Chest almost hitting her on the chin with every exuberant bounding step back up the Portobello Road, Stephanie arrived back at Storm In A G-Cup.

‘Nina! Nina!,’ Stephanie exclaimed, barely in the door and flushed with excitement and exertion, bosom still rebounding autonomously. ‘I’ve got an idea! Get your customers to describe their breasts to Luke down the phone. If they can do that in enough detail to make him cum he’ll get the bra size right every time!’

‘Stephanie,’ said Nina with polite restraint. ‘I’m with a customer.’

Stephanie looked. Nina was, indeed, with a busty bra-shopper, and a rather straightlaced-looking one at that, a prim, bespectacled woman of around forty, hair in a tight mousy bun.

‘Oops, sorry,’ said Stephanie.

‘I think that when you said cum, Stephanie, you meant that look would come here, to the shop?’

‘Um, yes, that’s what I meant.’

‘Well, thank-you Stephanie,’ said Nina. ‘Have a nice time on your holiday with the girls.’ She turned to the customer and apologised for the interruption.

‘No need to apologise,’ said the woman. Then, with a coy lick of the lips: ‘Who’s Luke?’