Mr. Charles was the perfect English teacher, or so he liked to think.
His young charges always seemed to eager to learn....
And eager to please.
Like that little hot fox, Leslie, there in the first row.
She couldn't be a second over sixteen, but she had the kind of creamy white thighs that were really able to get right through to him. And didn't she know it!
The way she flashed them at his face every chance she could. He liked that.
And knew that she was going to let him have it if the time were ever right.
Which was why he had her stay after school.
He was going to get that little honey-pot of hers to give out one way or the other.
How was he to know that she was more than ready willing and eager to please him, that if she could have her way she'd take his cock home with her.
And that's what she was going to do, she decided.
Fuck the living shit out of this teacher and teach him the kinds of things you just couldn't learn in school.
She uncrossed her legs real slowly and smiled as she watched him try to stare up her revealing thighs....
CHAPTER ONE
Leslie was eighteen years old and why not, she was just sweet and surgary and horny as hell. School had to be the biggest drag imaginable!
After all, she'd been sittin in this same classroom all year, staring out the window, wondering just when things were going to finally change. She needed to break loose, she kept telling herself ... she needed to get out and do things.
She needed to ... well, to get fucked!
That was the name of the game for her. Sex. There was nothing she liked better. Her parents wanted her to think about going to college, at least think about it, but she just wasn't interested, she kept telling them. But why, they wanted to know, can't you even tell us that?
How could she? How could she tell her parents that the thing she wanted more than anything else was to get out of classroom and into some rich sugardaddy's bed? She somehow thought they just wouldn't understand....
So now, as she stared out that same window, watching the green thick trees swaying in the gentle spring breeze, she knew she was almost home free.
Soon, she'd be sprung from all of this and allowed to start her life. Her real life.
"Miss Emery? Miss Emery!"
It was Mr. Charles, her English teacher!
God, she thought to herself, how long had he been calling on her? Her face blushed a deep red as she looked at him, trying to avoid any further embarrassment, even as the rest of the class tittered.
"I hate to disturb you, Miss Emery, but I am trying to conduct a class here."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Charles," she said, in that cute, husky yet sweet voice of hers that was always so effective. She looked at Mr. Charles's face. A nice face, she told herself. He couldn't be more than thirty years old, she figured. She hoped.
Yes, Mr. Charles was one of the better looking teachers in this otherwise duller than dullsville school. She looked him over from head to toe. He'd pass that stranded-on-an-island test any day. She wondered if he ever played football.
She wondered if he lifted weights. She wondered if he was married. She wondered if he liked to fuck.
"I think you'll have to stay behind after class, Miss Emery," he said, in a firm but somehow pleasant voice.
She tried to smile. Nothing blatant. Nothing to showy. She knew the other kids couldn't wait to get out of there and into the schoolyard to do what they liked to do best ... to play ball.
Well, that's what was on her mind, too. She wanted to play a little ball. But the kind of ball you didn't need much of a field for.
Soon, the end of class came.
As the other students copied down the assignment and left, she sat in her first row chair. Smiling.
Happy now she'd worn her short skirt, the one that crept over her gorgeous knees.
She was a looker, no question.
She had the kind of hot body that turned the boys in school to panting jelly.
She knew it and liked it. And knew how to use it. If those silly little boys only knew the kind of things she liked to do!
But they'd never know.
They were too young. They weren't old enough for her. Leslie wasn't interested in boys. No way. She was after bigger game. And bigger cock. She was after the teacher, Mr. Emery!
She often wondered, in the evenings by her desk in her room as she tried to get through her English homework, how big his dick was ... if it was thick enough to make her really cry out in orgasmic delight ... if he was the kind of man who knew how to use what he had down there between his legs.
If only she could find out.
If only she could get a chance to....
But it just seemed hopeless!
She'd been in his classroom for months, and had tried everything she knew to get to him, but he just wasn't biting. It occurred to her he might be gay, but she rejected that thought out of hand.
He couldn't be. Not with those shoulders, with that bulge in his pants.
No....
He was too ... manly to be gay.
She'd just have to try harder, that's all....
And with graduation coming up soon, she knew she didn't have much time.
So she stepped up her campaign to get him, wearing shorter skirts, stockings and garter belts that showed through the thin lining of the material, high heels, and sweet perfume all over her inner thighs.
He'd have to be deaf dumb and blind not to notice her now!
And so she was in her seat, crossing her legs slowly, letting her skirt slip even higher on her thighs, as Mr. Charles tried his best not to notice, not to see, not to smell her!
It was impossible.
He wasn't going to make it!
He couldn't take his eyes off those smooth, sheer-sheathed legs of hers.
She smiled at him, flipping her head once to the side, smirking out of the corner of her mouth....
"Why, Mr. Charles, what are you looking at?"
She'd caught him and she knew it.
He flicked his eyes up to her, once, quickly, to see if she was aware of just what he'd been trying to get even a slight glimpse of....
"I ... uhh...."
"Yes, Mr. Charles?"
She licked her thick sweet lips with her tongue, making them all wet and sweet....
"I ... that is ... I kept you after class...."
"Yes ... " she said softly, now slowly uncrossing her legs and letting him get a good look far up her hot thighs, well past the stocking line, clearly visible.
Letting him get a good whiff of her perfume, too, he was that close.
Small droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead.
She had him and she knew it! "Why, Mr. Charles, you're perspiring...."
"I...."
"Is there something wrong?"
"No ... it's just ... I...."
She smiled, and now, she made no pretense of what she knew was happening.
She let her hands slide up the material, until her skirt was bunched up around her hips, and her thick bush was clearly visible from just above where she kept her legs tightly clenched.
"What are you doing," he asked her, his voice hoarse, his face sweating, his eyes unable to look away from her private teenage charms!
"I'm seducing you, Mr. Charles," she said, sweetly. "Do you want me to spread my legs? Do you? Come on, Mr. Charles, you have to tell me ... you have to ... otherwise I'll stop ... you wouldn't want me to stop, would you...."
There was a long silence in the room while she let him make up his mind....
"No ... don't stop ... " he said to her, swallowing hard as he did so....
"I didn't think you really wanted me to," she said hotly, adding now, "What do you want me to do, Mr. Charles ... I'll do anything you want, you know...."
He couldn't stop staring up her lifted skirt, hoping for all he was worth that no one was going to come into his classroom just then ... because he wouldn't know what to do or what to say....
Still, he couldn't help himself. He just couldn't. He wanted her ... he wanted her bad, and he was going to have her.
"What do you want me to do," she repeated slowly, as she let one of her gorgeous smooth hands go down to the wispy fronds of her peek-a-boo pubes.
"Spread your legs ... I want you to spread your legs," he said, gasping as he did so....
"Yes," she said, softly, soothingly ... "You want to see my pussy, don't you ... you want to see it...."
"I want to see it," he repeated ... "I want to see that hot box of yours...."
She smirked and giggled once, softly, as she slowly began to spread her legs and give him a glimpse of her private wet little heaven.
He couldn't believe it!
He was actually seeing her hot twat!
He tried to get hold of himself once more, but this time the only thing he could get hold of was his prick.
Through the thin gabardine of his trousers, he took hold of his hot, hard cock and squeezed it, while he stared open and dry-mouthed at the sweetest little cunny he'd ever seen!
"What's the matter, Mr. Charles," she said, as she slowly rubbed her hand up and down her hot, glistening come-quat.
"I . ... "
He was beyond words now ... It was more than he'd hoped for ... She was gorgeous ... Just gorgeous....
Her creamy white thighs led to a perfect pussy, all covered with a thick black moss of curly soft hairs....
His mouth was watering and he knew it ... He wanted to lick it....
He wanted to get down on his hands and knees and lick it ... And Leslie knew it!
She could see it in his eyes. She could feel it in the air!
"You want to kiss my pussy? You want to give it a nice lick."
"Unnnhhh...."
"That's right ... you want to lick it. Get down on your knees, then, in front of my chair ... come on, Mr. Charles, on your knees now...."
He swallowed hard.
He was supposed to be in charge.
He was supposed to be the teacher, and Leslie the student.
But here she was, giving him the orders!
And he was going to follow!
He was going to do everything she wanted ... every thing!
Because above all else, he had to have some of her pussy!
And he'd do anything to get it.
His mouth was watering with hot saliva as he slowly sunk to his knees.
"That's a good boy," she said to him, as she spread her luscious thighs even further....
"Now come over here and give it a big wet kiss...."
He went on his knees until he was right in front of her spread thighs.
His eyes were level with her pussy.
He looked up at her face, and then stared deep into the cleft of it ... loving the way the folds were all glistening and shiny with her flowing juice!
"Stick your tongue out," she said sweetly, and he did....
As far out as he could get it.
"That's good," she said to him, as she reached down now with one of her hands and took it in her fingers!
She held it like that, stroking it with her long, slender fingers, pulling on it gently.
"So good ... that's so good ... you're going to put that tongue into my cunt, aren't you...."
He couldn't speak the way she was holding him, but that was okay, too.
He didn't have to. He was going to feel her pussy now with it!
She pulled him gently to her, using her fingers as a guide as she laid his wet soft tongue right on the entrance of her twat!
Now, with her other hand, she spread the lips of her cunny apart and gently urged him to start licking.
"Go on ... you can use your tongue on it ... I give you permission...."
Mr. Charles's head was spinning. He couldn't believe this was happening ... this was actually happening.
He hoped to God he wasn't dreaming ... 'cause if he was, this was usually the moment when he'd wake up.
Please, he heard himself whisper in his head, let this be real ... let this....
And once his tongue furrowed up inside her cunny, he knew he was safe.
What could be more real than this? He could taste her sticky flow on his tongue.
He lapped at it eagerly, pushing his tongue deep inside her hot cleft as far as he could get it, before taking it out and sucking it clean.
"Ohhhh ... Mr ... Mr. Charles ... that's ... ohhh...."
She was loving it!
He was even better than she'd hoped ... better than she'd dreamed....
The way he used his tongue!
He must have had a lot of experience in this kind of thing, she told herself.
He must have sucked off a lot of students!
And that was all right with her ... that was fine!
As long as he finished her off, that was fine....
Now, she pulled her legs back as far as she could get them, holding herself wide open....
"Suck it ... ohhh ... God ... suck it ... let me feel your tongue ... suck it...."
He was on his knees and willing, eager to obey.
He closed his eyes slowly and let himself get lost in the sweet aroma of her pussy ... He stuck his tongue all the way out and began to lick ... taking it all in, letting her juices cream his face....
"OHHHH ... YES ... OHHH ... I'M GOING
TO ... YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME ... YOU'RE...."
He knew she was about to come ... that he was about to get her off ... and he wanted her to do his face! He redoubled his efforts, making her take it even deeper than before ... deeper than she already had.
Now, his hands were on the upper inners of her thighs, gently spreading her apart, making her take it all....
"OHHHH ... GOD ... WHAT ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ... WHAT.
He didn't answer her ... He couldn't....
All he could do was to keep on working on that hot, yielding pussy of hers, taking as much of her down his mouth as he could ... and loving the way she was responding to him....
"I ... OOOOHHH ... I LOVE IT ... I ... OOHH I'M GOING TO ... I'M GOING TO ... OOOOOOOOOOHHH . . .I'M COMING ... GOD ... I'M COMING...."
Now, her hips were humping up and down in the heated room, pushing against his face, as her hands clutched at his hair.
She held him there pushed tight against her snatch as she continued to take him in....
She was going out of her mind from his tongue....
She couldn't believe it....
She just couldn't....
He was magnificent!
He really knew how to eat pussy....
She thought she was never going to stop coming. . .until finally, she felt the spasms start to recede as his tongue slowly slipped out of her.
She grabbed him by both ears and made him look up at her.
She loved the way his face was coated with her come....
The way he looked up, between her naked thighs. She was so glad she didn't wear panties that morning!
"Did you like it, Mr. Charles."
"Yes," he said softly, hotly, obediently....
"Are you going to fuck me."
"Yes...."
"In my pussy."
"Oh yes...."
"Good ... because that's just what I want you to do ... right in my pussy...."
"Here?"
He was trying desperately to get some kind of hold on the situation....
"No," she said to him softly ... "Not here ... in my house ... tonight...."
He looked at her, still on his knees.
She knew what was on his mind.
"My parents are going away for the weekend ... and I'll be all by myself ... you wouldn't want me to be home alone by myself, now, would you?"
He shook his head slowly no.
"Good," she said, as she brought her legs together ... "Then you'll be there at eight, won't you...."
Yes, he said softly.
"Now stand up," she said to him ... "I want to feel that cock of yours, through your pants ... " He did as he was told.
Now, he could feel her seeking him out, squeezing his prick through his pants.
God, but her fingers were strong!
He couldn't get over how knowing she was ... how she knew just where to squeeze....
And then ... when he was going to lose it completely, she stopped ... The pain in his balls was nearly unbearable. "What...."
"Ssshhh ... " she said, as she crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. "Not here ... you'll have to wait ... you'll have to wait until tonight...."
"God...."
"It's better if you wait," she said to him, toying with his emotions ... "I...."
"I'm going now ... you've kept me here long enough."
He was helpless to do anything but watch as she got up and left the room, moving her ass back and forth so tight and tough....
He stroked his cock through his pants slowly up and down. He wanted some of that....
He really did....
And then he smiled, when she was gone. He was going to get it.
He was going to fuck this little bitch, this bitch who'd been cockteasing him all these months.
Oh, he'd been aware all right. He'd been aware of every one of her hot little moves....
And he'd tried to look the other way.
He'd tried not to notice ... until today. All that perfume ... all that shifting and twisting in her seat. He had to keep her after class ... to try and fuck her.
He had no idea she was going to be so ... easy ... that she was going to play the seductress for him.
He laughed again, louder this time.
The others had always been so hard to get, at least played that way.
But not Leslie!
She was really hot for it!
She really wanted it!
And he'd given it her.
With his tongue!
He fished out her class card, to make sure he had her address. Later that night, he told himself ... later that night he was going to take her and fuck the shit out of her.
He'd teach her! He'd teach her to flirt with her English teacher.
He'd have to show her what English was all about.
His cock was pounding inside his shorts for the rest of the day, and .all the rest of the. afternoon.
He took a long cold shower when he got home, but it still wasn't enough. Nothing was going to relieve him, he knew, until he'd emptied a load or two into that hot, teenage pussy of hers.
He was on his way over to her house, right after a light snack and a fast scotch!
He was ready for anything.
And anything, of course, was what he got!
He was panting when he went up to her door.
How long had it been since he'd had some sweet, hot teenage bush practically thrown in his face.
And this Leslie, she was a real charmer!
Especially the way she liked to flirt with her pussy, the way she made him beg for it.
Yes!
That was the best! Begging really made it feel so good ... so hot and good inside....
He was hoping that sooner or later he would regain control of the situation....
But he could be just as cunning as she.
He knew that biding his time and playing this all out was going to have it's own compensations.
For now, he just wanted to keep his prick sheathed in that tight hot wild pussy of Leslies....
And that would be it's own reward.
For when the time came, he'd know how to work with this bitch....
He'd know how to pay her back.
God, but the bulge in his pants was sticking out so straight and tight now....
It was wet at the end too.
He rubbed it quickly with his hands, so that it might go back into his pants.
But it was a stubborn dick!
It really wanted some and it wanted some now.
He swallowed hard.
Soon, baby....
Soon....
He was flashing a lot of heat as he approached her place.
It was going to happen at last. More teenage pussy! More prime tang!
His fingers were damp as he reached for her bell. Come on baby ... answer that fucking door!
CHAPTER TWO
Mr. Charles arrived promptly at eight.
Leslie lived in a small one family house just on the edge of the small suburban town, to the west of the city.
He hesitated for a couple of seconds before knocking on the door, and only after he made sure there was no car in the garage. He didn't want to have to explain to her parents just what it was he was doing there.
After a few seconds, the door opened.
There she was, in a soft cotton robe wrapped around her body.
She looked ready, he told himself, as he cock got instantly hard again at the sight of her.
There was something about the way a woman looked when she was ready for sex that drove him crazy!
In her robe!
God, in her robe!
"Come in," she said, huskily.
He stepped inside and let the door close behind him.
He knew at that moment he'd gone beyond the point of no return.
He waited, but not for long.
She reached out and took his hand.
He could feel the heat flowing from her fingers as wordless, she led him up the stairs at the far end of the living room, to her bedroom!
She couldn't wait!
She was on fire, and he knew it!
She closed the door to her room and turned to him.
"Come here," she said through those now familiar wet lips, flicking her blonde thick curls over to one side of her head. He came to where she was standing and watched as she reached for his belt.
"I've waited for this a long time," she said, as she slowly began to undo him.
She had him stripped in a matter of moments, and now Mr. Charles was naked before her.
She stared, disbelieving, at his cock!
It was so big!
So hard and so long and so thick!
Her mouth began to water. "You've got some ... cock there," she said to him.
He grinned. "Now you...."
She knew what he meant.
The time had come for her to disrobe for him.
She smiled once and began to take it off.
She stepped back, until her thighs were pressing against the edge of the bed, and with a single motion was able to get the belt of her robe undone.
Now, the garment slipped open, revealing her gorgeous, curvaceous body, glistening with the fine bead sweat of sexual anticipation.
"You like me?" she asked, slowly, really wanting to hear his answer.
"You know I do," he said.
She smiled. It was important for her to hear that.
Now, she let her body relax just a bit, and as if on cue, Mr. Charles pushed her naked body backwards onto the bed.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she felt herself freefall onto her back.
"That's right, baby," he said to her ... "Just relax and let me do all the work from now on...."
"I ... oohhh ... Mr. Charles ... Mr. Charles ... MR. Charles!! ! " He dove for it!
He spread her legs with his hands, taking her ankles in his fingers, until she was opened wide. He grinned down at his good fortune and then lowered his head, getting ready to take her.
This was going to be good, he told himself. This was going to be just the way he wanted it!
Now, his tongue came out of his mouth, slick and long like a lizard's, and once more he began to use it on her, laving it up and down her pussy....
"OOOHH ... OOOOHHH ... OOOHHHH...."
She was a slave to a good tonguing!
Each time he used it on her, it made her jump and kick a little more ... Oh, how she wanted to push her legs back and give him even more gash ... but he was controlling her every move with his hands on her ankles, holding her fast and open as he ate the shit out of her....
Until he took his mouth off and let her put her feet down.
"Keep those thighs well spread," he said as he got on his knees right between them.
She did it just the way he wanted, making sure that her pussy was wide and apart....
"Now, take my cock in your hands...."
Yes! Yes! Oh yes! She didn't have to be told about that! She reached up and took his long iron-hard rod in her fingers and held it, feeling the heat and the gorging thickness as she did so....
"It's so big," she whispered, looking at the purplish head in her fingers, loving the velveteen touch of it....
"Put me in you," he said, moving forward with her hands on him, until she was rubbing it up and down the wet slit of her cunt....
"God," she moaned as she turned her head from side to side, not believing how good this was feeling....
And it was good....
So good....
She wanted more....
More of him....
As much of him as she could get....
But Mr. Charles knew what he was doing....
He knew how to take his time....
How to make it the best for the both of them....
Slowly, luxuriously, he slipped his cock up inside of her, working it in inch by inch, a little deeper with each thrust....
"Jesus ... oohhh ... Jesus...."
Leslie was moaning now, her tongue out of her mouth, her saliva running in rivulets out the corner of her mouth....
She was going out of her mind, and loving it!
Loving the way it felt as he continued to work her..
He was a cocksman, she told herself, an expert....
And it was her lucky day when he finally broke down and decided he had to fuck her....
So good ... it was so good....
Deeper and deeper he worked himself into her, until finally, with one deep hot thrust, he was all the way up inside, deep inside her cunny ... holding himself there and letting her spongy, sucking vagina begin to do its thing....
"OHHHHH ... JESUS ... FUCK ME ... PLEASE ... FUCK ME...."
She was begging for it, unable to hold herself still ... she didn't want him to stop now ... not now, when he'd opened her up so beautifully....
It was all she could do to prevent herself from going crazy....
She had to have it....
She just had to....
So she began to work her hips up and down, to help him along....
"Yes ... " she moaned, giving him all the incentive he wanted....
It was enough....
He wasn't able to resist the pull of her pussy on his prick.
He felt it working deeper ... ever deeper inside of her, and now, his hips began their familiar rotation, as he began to fuck her in earnest.
He held her hands pinned down on either side of her head as he gave her his prick, deep inside and around in small semi-circles, widening and opening her hot tight pussy for him....
Jesus, but she was a good fuck!
He couldn't believe the way she responded to him....
She craved it....
Just craved cock....
And he was going to make sure she got all she wanted....
He was into a good rhythm now, watching her face, as each thrust registered there....
"Ohhh ... ooohh . ... yes ... ooohhh...."
She was whimpering with lust as she continued to take his cock, as much as he could give....
Now, he slipped his stiff arms underneath those incredible thighs of hers, and pushed them back ... still further ... all the way back until her pussy was still wider apart than before....
And he moved faster than ever inside of her....
"What ... am I doing to you...."
God, she thought, he's going to make me say it ... he's going to make me say it ... and there's nothing I can do about it...."
"In ... my pussy ... ohhh ... God ... in my pussy ... " She couldn't believe this! He was the best....
God, he was the best she'd ever had....
And she was getting it right up her pussy from him!
"OHHHHH...."
She was coming again....
"What...."
He knew, but he wanted her to say it....
"rm ... oohhh...."
"Tell me...."
"God...."
"Tell me or I'll ... stop...."
"I'm.. COMING . . .I'M COMING ... YOU RE MAKING ME COME ... " It was true!
He could feel her juices flowing onto his cock, coating it from the inside. Incredible!
This one was just too much to believe!
He was going to come ... he could tell from the way his ass-hole started twitching. He was going to shoot a hot load right up inside of her.
The thought alone made him crazy.
Now he pounded her even harder than before, making her spread those gorgeous thighs of hers as far and as wide as she could, so he could get even deeper in that hot wet pussy of hers.
He was all the way up, deep in her, feeling it so hot and good, knowing that with each moan she was sending down another load of her cream on him.
"You love it, don't you ... you love it," he said in a husky voice, as he continued to hump the shit out of her.
"I ... love it ... " she groaned.
Not enough. He wanted to hear it louder.
"Come on. louder ... say it louder or I'll pull out.
"I LOVE IT," she screamed, at the top of her lungs, as her face turned a deeper red and her head rolled even faster from side to side.
Conquered!
He congratulated himself as he let his cock shoot it's load inside of her. He'd done it!
He'd made her come in the best possible way, right on his cock ... And she knew it!
She was humbled before her teacher ... paying now for the lessons she'd learned ... about teasing and flirting and turning a man on.
She'd wanted him and now she had him, and she knew she asked for it.
And so what!
She really didn't have any complaints, she told herself, as she lay with her legs spread before Mr. Charles, her crimson slit dripping honey, hers and his, her arms akimbo over her head.
This was it. This was the best.
This was the way everything was supposed to be.
She loved having Mr. Charles hovering over her, dominating her pussy like this.
She loved being naked for him.
She felt just so good ... there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. Not even that.
That? That was what he was asking her to do now.
"Suck it clean," he said, in a husky voice, as he held his cock in his hands while he balanced his body on his knees before her.
She looked up at him once, with that sweet teen soulful look of hers, biting on her lower thick lip.
She let her eyes go down to his cock and then back up to his face.
He meant it!
She could feel her own saliva starting to fill up in her mouth.
God, this was going to be good....
Now, she raised herself up, and slowly brought her legs around and tucked them under her hot and plump thighs.
She knew well what to do ... she'd had enough experience practicing.
Now, she lowered her head to where his dick was, and took that thick hard shaft in her hands.
Still hard!
He was really quite a guy, she told herself.
Now, she continued to hold him while she slowly began to pull on the skin.
She worked it nice and slow, all toward her, so that it came up and over his cock's head, covering it completely.
"Oohhh...."
He loved it and she knew it! He put his head back and slightly opened his mouth.
She was into it, all right, no question.
She began to strip the skin back, the other way, until it was smooth and taut.
"Oh ... God ... yes ... " Mr. Charles moaned.
"What do you want me to do to you," she said in that hot husky voice of hers.
She knew, oh she knew all right.
She just wanted to hear was all.
She just wanted to make him beg a little.
After all, it shouldn't get too easy for him she told herself.
She didn't want him to think she was a slut or anything, or that she would fuck anyone at all! No ... he was lucky ... very lucky that he was having her.
And now she was going to show him just how lucky he could be.
She let her mouth, that full sensuous face hole of hers, come real close to his prick ... right up to the head.
Now, she was so close, he could feel the heat of her breath on it. Coating it....
Covering it with her saliva.
A string of it dripped out of the side of her mouth as she began to lick, lightly, ever so lightly on the head of his prick!
"GOD ... " he moaned as he felt her curious hot tongue begin to rub against the head of his prick.
He was going out of his mind with it, sure he wasn't going to be able to take much more!
"OHHHHH...."
"Easy," she said, as her hand lightly pumped on his cock.
She was in control now.
The shoe was on the other foot!
And she was going to make the most of her turn!
She let her lips part, ever so slowly, ever so slightly, until she was ready to take him inside, to let him slide in.
Her mouth was even hotter and wetter than her pussy had been, and didn't he know it!
He could feel her lips closing in around him, and the hard suction of her mouth action starting to take him down.
"JEEEEZ...."
Yes ... she sucked him harder and faster now, knowing she was getting to him.
She was going to show him what a blowjob was all about.
As for Mr. Charles, he couldn't take his eyes off this kneeling blonde, here on the bed with him, giving him the sweetest head he'd never gotten.
She took to it naturally, he told himself, like a fish to water, and didn't she really do it just so good?
He didn't want her to stop ... he never wanted to stop, he wanted her to keep sucking him until she'd made him give up every drop of his come....
She knew it, and knew he was going to give it to her.
She could tell from the way his balls were bouncing in their sacs, up and down against her chin.
She decided to sweeten the pot a little, even as she sucked.
She reached up and took her hand and cupped hit hot hairy balls as her mouth continued to work on him.
"GOD...."
His hips went into double-time as he felt her starting to milk him with her hands. She was driving him crazy! Just crazy!
He didn't think he was going to be able to take much more of this! "OHHHH...."
"Mmmmmmm ... " she said through her lips, causing them to vibrate on his cock!
His hips were pumping faster and faster, and then, without any other warning, except for the squeezing of his balls between her hot and eager little fingers, he let loose an avalanche of cum ... sending it all down her hot and eager little throat.
She was incredible!
She took every drop between her lips, spilling none of it, letting it all come down into her.
God, but she knew how to swallow!
She kept her eyes on him the whole time, even when she exaggerated the swallowing, as she felt the stuff slide down her throat.
"Yum," she said softly as she felt it go down.
She wasn't kidding.
She liked cum better than any other foodstuff in the world.
Now, they were both exhausted, on the bed, sprawled and ready to call it quits.
Mr. Charles got up and started to get dressed.
"Where are you going?" she said to him.
"Honey, I've given you everything I have," he said, smiling sweetly.
"But I want more...."
"Tomorrow's another day."
With that, he was headed for the door.
Fortunately, tomorrow was another day, and her parents were going to be gone for the entire weekend.
So she had to have a plan, she told herself.
She had to have some kind of a plan ready.
She didn't want him pulling another one of those quickies and leav-'em moves.
She could get that from the boys at school.
From teacher she expected more!
She reached for the phone.
Every problem has a solution.
It was something Mr. Charles himself had taught her.
Well, he was going to be a problem, she knew how, and she was going to have the solution.
It was simple, really, when you got right down to it.
A matter of putting together a little strategy and getting a little help with it. "Hi, how you doin."
"Leslie."
"Yeah...."
"Fine ... what's up...."
"What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Nothing, why...."
"Well, don't make any plans ... I've got something cooking...."
The voice on the other end got real close to the receiver.
"Mr. Charles."
"The same."
"Fab...."
"See you at eight."
"Try and stop me!" He hung up and laughed. This was getting better and better! This young twat had the kind of pussy that never quit!
The more it gave out the more he wanted ... And he knew he was going to really have some fun with her the next time.
She was ripe and teenaged and all cunt ... And he liked that....
Especially with her able demonstration on how to use it.
She could fuck the shit off anything else in the school....
She could fuck rings around the other girls....
And he, lucky bastard that he was, he was her teacher....
An authority of figure for her..
So that he could make her do things she'd never dreamed of....
All for the love of her her teacher.
He held his dick in his own hand and caressed it gently, as if to tell it to wait a little while longer, to just wait and everything would be so good for him....
"Yeah," he said slowly....
Then he went and made himself a drink.
He could still smell pussy all over his body.
He hadn't bathed or anything, not wanting to remove that sweet smell from himself.
Soon enough he'd be back into her box, and fucking the living shit out of her again!
And that was only the beginning.
Oh yeah....
He was going to give it to her like nobody's business....
She wanted her teacher?
Well, he was going to teach her everything he knew.
The scotch felt good as it went down his throat. Real good. like pussy juice.
And tomorrow, he knew, he was going to get the real thing! Yah!
CHAPTER THREE
They called her Sunny.
She was a blazing redhead all the boys would gladly give their right testicle for just a night spent between her legs, she looked that good.
And she knew it!
Sunny was another of the special brand of rich suburban bitches who thought there was gold between them thar legs, and in her case, she was right.
She was the type that would never work a day in her life, that would never have to lift a finger, because no matter what, her pussy would get her through.
She had the long, aristocratic legs of a bored duchess, and the temperature of a hot tamale.
In other words, she was next to insatiable.
And her best friend was Leslie.
Together, the two of them were the untouchable twat of the school, and the envy and fantasy fuck of every boy in the hallowed halls of Williams High!
But none got any.
They didn't qualify.
Leslie and Sunny were after bigger fish. like teachers, for instance. They loved teachers!
They knew that a good fuck meant a good grade, and to hell with homework.
They were into anything and everything when it came to sex, and most of all, they were into each other.
They could think of thing they liked to do better than to go down on each other.
It was a game with them, a game with no losers.
Every so often, if it was a particularly dull weekend, they'd wind up going down on each other, playing with their pussies, seeing who could hold off coming first.
Nice teenage games.
Now, thought, Sunny was creaming in her panties, and had been all day.
She'd had her eye on Mr. Charles too, and Leslie knew it.
Leslie filled her in on the lowdown while they brushed each other's hair, up in the bedroom. Eight o'clock.
Time for the games to begin.
Sure enough, right on the button.
The doorbell rang.
Leslie clapped her hands together.
"I knew he couldn't resist! I knew he'd be back!"
As if there were any doubt.
Leslie went downstairs to let him in.
She had on a short skirt that covered up the temple entrance to her private heaven and little else, allowing her cream cheese thighs to swing freely.
She opened the door and saw Mr. Charles.
"Hi," he said, calmly, as calmly as could be expected under the circumstances.
"Well, what are you doing here," she said, as if she were surprised to see him.
That sent a chill up the old boy's spine!
"I thought ... last night...."
"You mean last night when you ran out on me and left me hanging? That last night?"
"I ... I'm really sorry about that...."
She pouted, throwing out her lower lip.
"You should be. You really should be. It wasn't very nice."
He stepped inside. "Well, maybe I can make it up to you...."
She smiled, feckless. "Well, maybe there is a way ... " She held out her hand.
"Anything...."
"All right ... but you have to mean it. You have to promise me that you mean it."
He was all smiles now, his cock pushing against the fly of his pants.
"I promise."
"Well, okay, but if you break that promise, I'm going to make you leave ... do you understand?"
"Yes ... oh, yes ... I understand...."
"Good ... then come with me."
She led him up the stairs, barely able to suppress the smile that was threatening to engulf her face.
And Mr. Charles!
He was all cock and so very cocky! He figured she was going to give him some tit to suck, something cute like that. He had no idea what she was going to do to him. None.
And that really made it all the better, for the look on his face when he came into the room and saw Sunny, sitting on the hard desk chair, her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up to there, well, he had an instinct, initially, to turn heel and run!
But, he knew, it was too late.
Way too late.
There was nothing he was going to be able to do now. Nothing.
So he didn't move or say anything.
He looked at Leslie, aware now for the first time of that cute smile on her lips.
"You know Sunny, don't you...."
He shook his head up and down.
"Good," she said. "Then you won't mind going over there, and getting on your knees in front of her."
He had an industrial strength hard-on, and couldn't hide it. Both girls were well aware of this latest affliction, and vowed they would try their best to help him deal with it.
Now, though, first things first. He was on his knees, in front of Sunny.
She spread her legs slowly, and with a smirk on her face as wide as the Long Island Sound, slowly revealed her gorgeous thighs to him, in all their hot and smooth glory.
He licked his lips, and when she put her hands on either side of his face and made him look up at he, he thought he was going to go crazy!
Leslie knew he was going to need some kind of relief and soon.
So she decided to help out, but going over to him and unzipping his pants, letting that poor pent-up cock of his come bursting out from between.
"There," she said, wrapping her hand around it and keeping it firmly in check.
"Now," Sunny said, "I'd like you to lick my pussy ... do you understand? I want you to lick it ... from the top to the bottom...."
"Yes ... " Mr. Charles said. He swallowed once, and then began to let his tongue work on her.
Slowly, up and down her hot gooey slit, taking in all her juices as he did so.
He was an expert pussy licker, he'd already proven that the night before, and now Sunny was in the process of finding out for herself.
And was she finding out!
She couldn't believe the care with which he went down on pussy!
It was so hot and good!
She simply loved it!
Just loved it!
And now, she could feel herself coming close ... so close ... to the moment ... that she suddenly grabbed his ears and yanked him away!
So fast his tongue was still moving up and down, licking only wind now.
"That's ... enough," she said, and he looked bewildered.
He looked down, also, and saw the end of his cock dripping with lube juice in the hot firm grip of Leslie's exquisite fingers.
"Get on the bed," Leslie said.
God, but he wanted more of the aptly named
Sunny's pussy.
But he was in no, uh, position to argue.
He knew that.
He'd made a bargain.
He'd promised!
So, reluctantly he headed for the bed.
"And strip," Leslie said, almost as an afterthought.
He looked down at himself.
He had to admit, there was very little left to the girls' imagination, what with his cock hanging out between his open fly.
He began to disrobe, an act that took surprisingly little time.
Now, he was naked as the day he was born, and could feel the two teenagers' eyes taking every inch of him in.
They were devouring him, and he knew it! "I said on the bed, come on, don't keep me waiting...."
There was an urgency in Leslie's voice he hadn't heard before.
He got on the bed and waited.
"All the way down on your back."
He did as he was told once more.
Now, Leslie opened her shorts and slipped them off.
She was tantalizingly naked.
"I'm going to tell you this once, and if you disobey me then you're going to have to leave, like we agreed. All right."
"Yes...."
"Good ... I want you to watch Sunny and me. And you're not allowed to touch your own cock. Do you understand? You're not allowed to touch yourself for any reason. Is that clear?"
"Yes...."
"All right then ... and if you pass ... if you pass this test, then you'll get some really good stuff from us."
"I'll pass," he said, hopefully."
"We'll see," she said, and with that, she took her hot sweet body off the bed, and on over to where Sunny was sitting.
Sunny smiled up at her.
They no longer considered the fact that Mr. Charles was on the bed, his cock standing firmly erect, waiting to see what was next.
Sunny looked up at her partner as she ran her hands up and down those hot naked thighs in front of her.
"Smooth," she said.
Mr. Charles knew what was going to come. He could sense it. He could feel it.
Now, his prick was just pumping and squeezing itself into a sheer delirium, and he wanted to so much to take it in his hands., .to take it and squeeze it and hold it....
But he couldn't. He mustn't. So he didn't.
Instead, he concentrated on watching, hoping that they wouldn't carry on too long without him.
Sunny stuck her tongue out of her mouth, and Mr. Charles was amazed at how long it was ... it had to be a good three inches of hot wet orgam sticking between her sweet lips.
She moved her head as close to Leslie as she could get it before she began to slowly lick at her twat....
"OHHHHH...."
Leslie put her hands on her own hips and threw her head back. So good! It was so good....
She couldn't get over the way Sunny used that tongue of hers.
She was an expert, and she knew it.
She could suck pussy better than anyone Leslie had ever known.
Slowly, deliberately, she snaked her hot long tongue all along the crinkly slit, until it was up deep, buried into that hot honey-pot of her best friend....
"Aarrrrrgggghhhh...."
Leslie was losing her mind, she was sure of that! The way that Sunny licked at her ... the way she ate it up....
The sound of wet lips munching sweet twat filled the room, driving all three of them crazy....
Now, Mr. Charles's eyes were glued to the two girls, as Sunny's fingers came around took possession of that hot sweet ass standing in front of her.
And pushed a finger, the index one of her right hand, right up into Leslie's ass!
What a sight!
What a thrill!
Leslie's hips began to vibrate in fourth gear now, as she was getting it front and back....
"OHHHH ... SHIT ... WHAT ARE YOU ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO
ME ... WHAT ... ARE.. OHHHH...."
She couldn't take it ... she just-couldn't!
She was going to come!
She was going to spend!
Now, she felt the stuff begin it's from deep within he womb, working it's way out and down, until it was covering Sunny's face!
All over!
She pulled the girl gently off her pussy and looked down at that sweet eager face.
"Ohhh ... you're so nuts," she said to her friend, taking her fingers and rubbing them all around in the girl's face ... making sure she got every inch of it covered with her come.
Then and only then did the girls turn their attention to Mr. Charles.
"Now you," Sunny said.
Mr. Charles wasn't sure what that meant, but he was ready for anything now. His cock was gurgling with anticipation as he hoped he was going to now get fucked.
He was wrong.
Well, not exactly.
Leslie came in and gently petted his face, putting one of her cute knees on either side of his chest, her hot hairy pussy looking him right in the eye.
"Stick your tongue out," she said to him.
He did it.
"Good," she said, slowly, softly, as she began to massage it with her fingers, touching it all over, getting a good feel of it in her hands.
Now, she moved her hips forward, and the next thing he knew, she was sitting on his face, guiding his tongue into her hot box!
Oh, how he began to eat her out!
like he hadn't had it any in a year!
That's how hot and horny he was.
And then, just as he continued to chew on her outer sweets, he felt something happening to his cock....
He wasn't sure at first what it was ... But when he felt the unmistakable touch of Leslie's mouth, he knew. He was going to be sucked off by the girl why he ate out Sunny.
"That's it, baby ... so good ... eat my pussy ... eat it baby ... it's so good for you ... yes ... I know ... I know it...."
She was egging him on as he continued to do her, making sure that he got every last drop of her ... She was merciless!
She didn't let him have a look around her wide hot thighs at all, not to the girl who was on her knees between his legs, sucking the shit out of him.
She couldn't get over it!
He was so good....
So good with that tongue of his....
But Leslie was going to prove too much for his resistance.
He'd obeyed her every wish, keeping his hands off his own prick, and wasn't that the hardest thing in the world!
Now, though, he was being rewarded.
She was going to draw him out.
She was going to make him come.
And he knew it!
His hips began to rotate, as she kept her mouth planted on his prick, while his own tongue continued to work.
He was hoping he'd come just as Sunny did....
That would do it....
That would just do it for him....
Faster and faster he worked, feeling the muscles in his jaw start to ache from the action ... as the head of his cock jiggled and jammied, signaling he was going to come....
Just then, Leslie took her mouth off it and started to pump with her hands.
She was going to jerk-finish him....
"Keep sucking," Sunny said.
Yes ma'am.
Anything.
Anything you say.
So good....
It was so good....
He was going to lose it.
He could tell....
He was going to lose it.
It was all too much for him.
And now....
Now, as he felt it starting to go, he was afraid ... Afraid that Sunny wouldn't come with him. No need to fear.
She was moving her hips on his face, taking the measure of his tongue, and knowing from his face just when he was going to....
Going to....
NOW!
HE WAS COMING NOW! "OHHHHHH...."
She smiled wickedly as she heard him moan between her thighs.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Leslie taking long wet sucks of his prick now as she took him all the way down and then all the way up.
Leslie loved cum!
Loved the taste and the smell of it.
As she was proving now.
She just couldn't get enough of it!
Even when she'd drained him.
Afterward, they all sat around, their privates quietly covered with towels.
"Well, Mr. Charles, did you like that?"
Leslie was serving beers as she asked the question, her own towel tied carefully on her hips.
The room reeked from sex.
"Yes," he said, "Very much."
"You think you have enough left for a little more, or are you going to run out on me like you did last night?"
He smiled, a little embarrassed, knowing he'd made a major blunder there.
"No, I'm not going anywhere," he said.
"Good ... because as far as we're concerned, this night is just beginning, isn't it, Sunny?"
Sunny, still sitting in her chair, now clad, too, in a towel, shook her head mock-serious up and down.
"So, which one of us do you want first? Don't be afraid to choose one or the other, you won't hurt our feelings, I promise."
He somehow knew they were telling him straight.
He waited, letting the tension build a little. No sense in giving them total control! Finally, he couldn't help himself, he nodded toward Sunny. That made sense.
After all, he'd already fucked Leslie, and he had a score of sorts to settle with this wet pussy.
Leslie smiled and clapped her hands.
"I get to watch ... I get to watch...."
She jumped up and down like, well, like a schoolgirl!
Sunny had that sly look on her face again. She was going to let him fuck her! She knew that, and knew that they'd have an eager audience of one. She was ready.
She stood up and let the towel fall, revealing once more her hot thighs.
"I'm ready if you are, teacher," she said.
Mr. Charles grinned, holding his dick in one hand.
As far as he knew, all bets were off.
He was going to let her know the joy of his stick!
He was going to fuck the shit out of her, Leslie watching or no Leslie watching.
"Come here, bitch, and take what's coming to you...."
She blushed and came forward. He was on fire now, not believing they were actually controlling him so well!
And controlling him they were ... but in a special sort of way ... because he was getting so much pussy he couldn't believe it!
This teaching gig was really paying off now, in spades.
How else to explain these hot to trot young bitches, who wanted, make that needed his cock more than anything else in the world?
He was so good for them, he knew ... so stud-hard and ready to pump....
And they had the right attitude ...
Strong but not mean....
Hot but not cruel....
It was perfect....
Young teen sex-sluts who would all too soon grow out of the wonderful place they were in now ... And become something else ... Something....
Oh the word was too awful for him to contemplate ... Mature!
Now, though, he was having the both of them....
Having them and loving them....
And reveling in his own good luck....
He smacked his lips as he went toward Sunny.
She was going to take the full measure of his prick now and he was going to give her as much as he could get in....
All the way....
All the way deep ... And then some!
And of course, through it all, that hot fox Leslie would be watching it all!
And if he was lucky, jerking her pussy and clit off to the beat!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sunny was so fucking hot, Mr. Charles hoped her pussy didn't burn his dick!
He was grinning now, sloppily, like a hot pig in heat!
He wanted to pork her, and it was going to be doubly good, because Leslie, that teenage little vixen who'd arranged everything, was going to watch!
She was on her hands and knees, on the big bed, right up there, not content to sit in the chair like Sunny. Not this hot bitch!
She was too far gone for anything like that....
Now, with her eyes glued to the scene, she watched, waiting as she did so, while Mr. Charles began his investigation of the hot, enticing Sunny!
The first thing he did was go spread her legs, and make her milk whit thighs stretch, nice and taut, for his touch.
"That's right, baby, let me lick it ... let me lick it all up...."
He was on fire for it, and knew it ... he had to have some ... he just had to.
Whether it was the heat of the afternoon, what she'd already witnessed, or the fact she knew she was going to get it from him, she was flowing like crazy!
Her pussy was hot and horny, and oozing with passion juice, just waiting for him to take some....
She didn't have to wait long!
Now, she put her mouth right down on it and began to suck....
Deep sucks, with his mouth, really hard and long, making sure his tongue was all the way inside her....
"OHHH ... SHIT ... YOU SURE
CAN ... SUCK ... PUSSY ... " she gasped, as she felt him working her up.
She was moving her hips slightly to meet his mouth, every time he thrust home. Good, she told herself ... He was really so good ... She needed it. Badly.
Needed it and was going to have it....
Now, as he gently swiped at her floral pussy lips, making them open for him, she felt a warmth coming over her that was really driving her crazy....
She couldn't get over it ... it was so good ... so hot and so good....
And she wanted more....
So much more....
"OHHHHHH...."
She was dribbling out the side of her mouth with lust.
Leslie loved it!
It was a real treat to see her friend taking it like this ... A real treat!
She'd always wanted to see Sunny eaten out by Mr. Charles, and now, because she'd been so clever, it was Anally happening!
She got down on her knees to make sure she could see it better....
"Suck it good ... suck her out, Mr. Charles ... come on ... harder ... suck her harder...."
Mr. Charles did everything he could to please Leslie.
He'd already had a small dose of her domineering side, and it was enough to remind him that the more he complied, the more reward he was sure to get.
So he clamped his mouth down on Sunny as much, as hard as he could get it, and proceeded to suck the living shit out of her!
He chewed on the lips of her pussy, taking special care to make sure he did a really good job.
That was important, he knew.
Very important.
And the more he licked and sucked, the hotter and hotter Sunny got, flailing her arms all over the bed, moving about, really putting on quite a show.
He was going to have to give her just what she wanted....
Hard and deep, inside that sweltering pussy of hers.
He raised himself to his knees before her, and with a cruel smile on his face, began to rub the tip of his dick on her snatch.
"OHHHHHH...."
The groan she let out went right through him. How lovely, he thought to himself ... how sweet and lovely that sound was ... Just what he wanted to hear.
And now....
Now she was going to really have to take his full measure.
Leslie was on her knees behind him, egging him on, really giving him the kind of encouragement he wanted....
"Yes ... good ... that's good ... that's so good...."
"Unnnhhh...."
He was really on fire!
"Now, fuck her ... fuck her with that big prick of yours ... come on, Mr. Charles, fuck her good ... "
He moved his hips forward, and the head of his cock disappeared inside her hot thighs, buried halfway up in her thirsty pussy....
"OHHHH ... GOD ... IT'S SO BIG ... IT'S SO BIG ... MR. Charles ... SO BIG...."
He smiled. He prided himself on the size of his cock, and knew that it was the kind of fucking that she needed.
The little cock-teaser.
Leslie decided to get in on the action now, finding it impossible to sit back and watch, from a passive viewpoint.
So she reached underneath Mr. Charles's tight ass and found his huge balls, giving them a nice encouraging squeeze.
That did it!
He shot up straight as an arrow, and now increased the speed and the intensity of his fucking!
Much to Leslie's delight, who was now more than a little content with rubbing his balls, squeezing them every now and again, making sure that he was performing just the way she wanted him to.
So good....
It was so good....
And Charles knew it.
He was fucking like crazy, keeping his cock buried deep in that hot pussy in front of him, grateful for the opportunity to have his prick buried in their pussies....
And then, when he was close to coming, he felt the heat of Leslie's mouth coming down his ass!
She was going to eat his ass-hole while he continued to fuck Sunny!
Too much!
It was just too much for him!
He didn't think he was going to be able to take it....
He really didn't....
Now, faster and faster, he continued to move....
Until finally, he thought he was going to have to shoot ... just as he felt Leslie's hot tongue invading his ass-hole....
JESUS!
What a feeling....
Fucking with his cock while getting tongue-fucked from behind....
He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer.. , And came!
"OHHHH ... SHHHITTTTT.. OOHHHH ... OHHH
H...."
He was coming, it felt like in quarts.
He couldn't remember when he'd given up as much sperm before.
Now, though, he was sure there was not even one more drop left inside of him.
He just wanted to cool out.
But the girls had other ideas.
Leslie actually reached underneath him and helped to slide his cock out.
"There," she said, as she felt him taking it out of the hole. "Just relax ... and bend over...."
He did as he was told.
His mouth was inches away from Sunny's oozing pussy.
"Kiss it," Leslie said to him, suddenly ... He turned his head around, looking at the girl, wondering if he'd heard her right. He did.
She shook her head up and down slowly. "God on ... give it a great big kiss ... do it for me." He heard right.
He leaned forward and pushed his lips slowly up to Sunny's spread lips, her pussy still gaping from where it had just been so lovingly and lustily plugged.
And he gave it a real smacker! "OOHHHH...."
He could tell she really loved that. Really loved it a lot. And now....
Now he was amazed to discover that he loved it too!
Almost as much as she did! What a turn-on! What a treat!
In all his years, he'd never done something like this before!
But here he was, doing it and loving it and knowing it was all there for him.
All he had to do was to suck his own sperm out of Sunny's cunt!
And Sunny was there to egg him on!
"Come on, baby," she said to him, slowly, through the corners of her mouth ... "Lick it up ... get it all out of me ... come on ... it's yours, you have to ... for us...."
The sound of her voice was as intoxicating as anything else! He couldn't believe it! He really couldn't.
And now, as he felt his mouth once more pressing onto her punim, he began to draw it out, in long, hot sucks ... letting it come in and fill his mouth....
Sure enough, with one hot suck, he was able to get a burst of his own cum shooting back to him!
Delicious!
So good....
It was so good....
He couldn't believe it!
It was sweet and salty at the same time....
And thickened, like the finest pudding, by the juices from Sunny's pussy.
"Good boy," she sighed as she felt him working on her. "So good ... that's really wonderful...."
And she meant it.
And so did Leslie, who was holding on to his balls, all the while, with a steely grip that let him know all the while she was still in charge of him.
"Keep sucking," she said, even as the stuff completely coated his mouth and chin, even as he could be heard to loudly lap up the flow.
Until Leslie decided he'd had enough.
She gave his balls an extra hard squeeze and made him sit up.
"Come on ... we haven't got all day here...."
The tone in her voice was something else again.
Now, he was erect on his knees, and incredibly, his cock was hard once more.
Sunny was looking at it, and then letting her eyes flick backwards to Leslie, as if to say may I, may I please suck him....
Leslie shook her head up and down.
She understood.
"You have to take him in your mouth and get him all hard again. Let's see how long it takes you...."
He watched as Sunny licked at her own lips.
This was going to be really good!
She knew that now, and knew she was going to like it so much....
She was leaning over, holding his big cock in two hands, one above the other, slowly pumping him, watching his face the whole time.
"Like it?" she asked, softly, her seductive lips sticking together with saliva.
"Yes ... " he moaned.
God, he wished he could take his cock in his own hands.
But he knew that was a no-no ... that was something he wasn't supposed to do.
It was better this way, he knew, deep inside ... better to be worked on....
He'd learn his lesson, he'd behave himself....
That would be the only way he could survive this ... he knew....
Then, as he continued to feel it happening, slowly, inside his prick, he sighed, deeply.
He was hard in no time.
Good, he told himself.
That was just what he needed.
And then....
When he couldn't take it anymore ... when he was sure he wasn't going to be able to, he felt the mouth coming off his prick. God!
How could she ... How could she drive him this crazy! "Please ... " he heard himself say. But Sunny only smiled. "What do you want, baby?" She was going to make him say it! The bitch!
She was going to make him tell her exactly what it was he wanted.
"Suck my prick," he said.
Now, he could feel the loving, domineering hands of Leslie on his chest, pushing him gently, letting him feel how good it really was.
"You like it," she said easily ... "You like it so much...."
"Yes...."
"Good ... that's so good...."
"Tell me," he said, huskily ... "Are you going to let her suck me so more...."
"I'll see," Leslie said, reaching around from behind him and taking his cock in her own fist, pushing away Sunny's eager fingers.
"I'm going to hold it wh ile she sucks it...."
It was the kind of statement that made his balls vibrate!
She was going to hold him!
God!
He couldn't believe it! How lucky could he be?
Now, he waited, anxiously, while Sunny took her long, pink tongue, and let it come out of her mouth ... It was really long!
She used just the very tip of it ... the very, very tip, and began to lick his undercock ... slowly ... easily ... working all up and the sensitive underside ... making sure that he kept his eyes on her the whole time.
"OHHHHHH...."
She knew how to make a man feel good!
Now, she was pushing that tongue right between his balls, nestling it in there and letting it feel so good....
"Yes ... baby ... yes ... you love it ... you love it so much...."
It was true ... he did love it so much ... And he was going to keep on loving it ... He knew that....
While Sunny coated his cock with her hot tongue, all over ... washing it clean....
Her cute face, outlined with her red hair, was aflame with the heat of blushing passion.
She was going to get him off again ... or at least try to.
It wasn't going to be easy, but she had a lot of help coming her way. Help, in the form of the hot hands of Leslie, holding his cock stiff....
"Take him deep ... deep in your mouth ... go on, baby ... take him down deep ... that's it ... that's so good...."
Leslie was driving the both of them crazy, and as soon as she began to pump his prick, his hips responded with the same kind of motion.
She was driving the both of them crazy, and knew it.
And loved it!
Sunny was making loud smacky noises with her lips on her teacher's prick, taking him in deep, throating him like he'd never even imagined possible, all the while her own fingers finding and feeling her hot pussy....
Masturbating for her audience of two.
"That's right, baby ... play with your pussy ... play with it ... good ... that's good ... yes ... you like it ... you need it ... it's so good...."
She was helpless to resist, and knew it....
She had to play with it....
Had to....
There was just nothing else to do....
And now, as she worked on herself, she could taste the sweet flow of the beginning of Mr. Charles's lubricating juices.
She was going to get it!
Now, her head was bobbing up and down, and she could feel the hot fingers of Leslie, still wrapped around his cock, hitting her in the face! God, how lucky she was ... She sucked hard....
Harder than she'd ever sucked in her life, taking it all the way down deep into her throat ... taking it down deep and loving it!
And then, she felt his balls bouncing lightly on her chin, just under it, and she knew....
She knew he was going to get off....
She knew he didn't stand a chance....
"God ... I'm going to ... I'm...."
"Yes ... baby ... give her another drink ... go on ... give her a good taste...."
Leslie was in charge, as always, and held his cock firmly while she milked him, letting him feel it all the while.
He was going to have to learn....
He was going to have to learn what it was all about....
If he was going to continue to be their little sex slave.
And it was their secret! It had to be.
It wouldn't do if the word got out around school. Every pussy would want a piece of him, and then where would they be? No.
Better this way. Much better.
No one had to know their business. No one.
Let them all eat their hearts out.
He was hers!
She'd seen him first!
She was going to keep him!
And she had plans ... oh yes, she had plans for Mr. Charles.
And if she needed Sunny to help her realize those plans, well, that was okay too.
She knew that.
She knew she was going to have no trouble with him at all....
Not the way she was going to keep control.
"Come on, baby ... give it to her ... give it to her good...."
She put one hand on Mr. Charles's chin and held him there like that, until she was sure he was able to get off....
"That's it ... come on ... that's it ... ohhh ... baby ... that's really it!"
She was going out of her mind watching him come again, feeling the groans coming from his mouth right on her hands.
She did it!
She did it!
Glory, but she was going to get off on this ... She couldn't wait for what she was going to do next....
She just couldn't wait....
And neither could Sunny!
After all, were there any limits at all on what you could do to a teacher once you'd compromised him and made him ... your kind of sex slave/surrogate/teacher!
It made the girls' pussies drip simultaneously at the thought of what they were going to do to him ... Yes....
And they also knew he'd go along ... Eagerly....
They owned his cock now as surely as if they'd grown one of their own ... And school....
English, anyway, was going to be a lark from now on....
They wouldn't have to worry about homework or anything else anymore ... They were gloriously in charge ... And they liked it!
He was another notch on their thighs, and that was good enough for the both of them.
Even if once in a while they enjoyed each other's bodies, it didn't matter and it didn't interfere with what they had in mind for Mr. Charles!
Oh no....
He was their personal sex slave now and would be until they were tired of him ... As they were for him.
It was perfect!
like those stupid participles he always talked about.
Well, Mr. Charles, why don't you try to participle this!!
The girls were so hot and horny and laughed out they didn't know exactly what they wanted to do next.
But they had ideas....
Oh yes ... they had some wonderful ideas....
CHAPTER FIVE
It wasn't anything really serious, to worry about, or like that.
It's just that Leslie had this side to her, and Mr. Charles found out about it all at once.
He was lying on his back, trying his best to recover from what he'd just been through with the girls, when he realized something was up.
He couldn't put his finger quite on it.
Call it a feeling.
But then, Leslie came back into the bedroom, and he knew.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
She had on a leather studded skirt, up to here, brother, leaving little to the imagination, and a leather studded collar around her neck.
And one in her hand, attached to a chain, and Mr. Charles knew immediately what she was going to do with it.
He was about to protest, to speak up and say no, not really, this wasn't what he wanted, but for some reason he didn't ... he didn't think he could ... there was nothing he could say, in fact, except thank you when he felt her hot hands going around his neck, putting the collar on and making him wear it.
Now, with Sunny watching eagerly from the sidelines, he knew he was in trouble.
That he was going to get it.
And still, he did and said nothing.
Not even when she produced the little whip in her hand.
It wasn't very serious, he could see that.
She couldn't make him shovel coal with that thing, but still, with it's pearl studs, he knew enough to take heed.
It was the kind of thing that might cause him more than a little pain.
And that was something she might be into, but which he definitely wasn't.
He didn't even like to think about things like that. But he was going to have to. Because in her other hand was a hunk of fine, silken rope.
And the first words that were spoken sent icicles through his heart. Leslie nodded to Sunny. "Tie him up," she said. He didn't move.
He just stayed where he was, on the bed, his neck in the leather collar, the other end of the leash in Leslie's sharp hands.
She watched as Sunny applied the ropes.
She bound his wrists behind his back, and then went to work on his feet.
She tied them behind him, and then did a single loop, from his wrists to his ankles.
Now, sitting on the bed like that, on his knees, there was nothing he could do.. Just nothing.
He was a prisoner, and that was all there was to it.
He just couldn't figure out one little thing.
Why was his cock so hard?
He didn't want to admit it, he was trying his best not to, but he couldn't deny what was plainly true.
He was incredibly turned on by this little domination scene that Leslie was putting him through.
He was turned on, and so was Leslie!
And Sunny.
"Jesus," Sunny said softly, when she realized all that was being done.
"He looks so incredible tied up like this...."
"Yes, he does," Leslie said, a peculiar look ol contentment on her face.
"Take his cock in your hand. Go on, do it...."
Sunny's face lit up.
She really wanted to hold it, to feel it in her fingers.
And with Mr. Charles, her teacher, tied up like that on the bed, it was a simple thing to do. No problem, really.
Licking her lips in anticipation, she reached out and wrapped her fingers slowly, carefully, around his cock, all the while keeping her eyes on his.
He couldn't look away.
There was something about these two women that was completely captivating, and he knew it.
Now, as he continued to feel her hand around him, his hips jerked involuntarily. , , , "No," Leslie said, as she put her hands on his face, "Don't do that. If you don't stop, I'll have to punish you and I really don't want to do it to you...."
She was driving him crazy!
No one had ever talked to him like that. Especially not with another girl's hands right on his dick.
He couldn't help but squeeze his cock, and this time he could feel the lube juices coming right out of the tip.
"Look," Sunny said, really excited by it.
"Yes, I know, he's so turned on." She turned to him. "You're really turned on, aren't you. You love having this done to you, don't you...."
"I...."
"I want to hear you tell me you really like it. Come on ... tell me...."
"I ... really like it ... really...."
"Yes ... and you want me to punish you, don't you ... you want to be punished...."
Mr. Charles's face blushed.
They had him. They had him all right, and there was nothing he could do about it!
"Yes," he said as he put his head down. "I do want it...."
It was true.
He wanted it and he was going to get it!
"Turn over," Leslie said to him.
It was a little difficult, but she got him over, so that, trussed the way he was, his ass was sticking up in the air.
He was humiliated, no question, but also more than a little apprehensive.
He'd never experienced anything like this before and he knew it. It was a real turning of the tables to have a student working on him, a couple of students in this case, rather than the other way around.
It was as if they were taking his psychological advantage away and replacing it with something else ... something much more erotic and emotional, something he would need very, very much, to offset his natural intellectual advantages.
Which meant nothing to the girls.
Fucking a teacher, fucking with a teacher was where it was happening.
No question.
Now, Leslie decided to rub his balls from behind.
"Spread your legs," she said to him, and he did just that, on his knees, his hands now pulling even tighter, so that his legs were very well bent.
"That's better," she said to him.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson. You know how you always teach us lessons? Well, let's see what kind of a student you are, for a change...."
"God...."
"What was that? Did you say something?"
He shook his head no.
But it was too late.
He'd given them an opening.
"I didn't say you could speak, did I?"
"No ... "
"That's right. So now you're going to have to be punished for your ... insubordination!" She turned to Sunny. "Get me the vibrator." Sunny squealed with delight. The vibrator!
What were they going to do with that?
It was too much to really think about. He only hoped they didn't get too crazy on him. He had his limits, and he hoped they understood that. God.
What if they didn't....
What if....
No.
He couldn't think that way.
He just couldn't.
It wasn't the right head to be in.
Not with these two luscious teens working him over to within an inch of himself!
Go with it, he told himself.
Go with it and take the chance. Live a little ... dangerously, but alive!
So he waited, anxiously, without saying anything, wondering what it was all going to feel like.
He didn't have that long to wait.
The buzzing of the vibrator was the first thing he heard.
And it sent a coarse chill down his spine.
He head was still down, all the way, on the pillow, causing his ass to stand up.
And the way Leslie had his legs spread, he knew it was going to be an event to remember.
The buzzing came closer and he knew what that meant.
He held his breath and waited.
Come on, he thought, get it over with ... do your thing....
Suddenly, he felt jolted, as if he were receiving an incredible dose of electricity! What it was was the vibrator, pushed up against the back of his balls, being held there, right at the spot that would do the most damage, or in this case inflict the most pleasure.
Mr. Charles saw stars. He couldn't believe it!
He couldn't believe anything could feel this good! But it did.
It felt better than anything he'd ever had before....
Jesus, he thought he was going to lose it.
Automatically, without any urging from the girls, both of them watching his every move, he began to hump, his prick rubbing up against the sheets as he did so.
It was incredible the way it felt ... just so good....
He wanted more....
More....
And still more....
Which was why he screamed in surprised agony when Leslie took the vibrator away. Punishment!
Punishment of the most acute sort! "NO," he groaned, loudly ... as in don't stop ... please don't stop. "You want more," Leslie asked, a smirk on her face, as she knew she had him in her total control.
"Yes...."
Leslie looked at Sunny, whose eyes
"He wants more," she said, demurely. "Should I give it to him?"
"I think so," Sunny said, "If he begs really nicely...."
"Please ... ohhh ... please ... "
He was ready to beg. He knew that.
He knew he was ready to beg.
He'd do anything, he knew ... anything at all....
As long as he could have some more ... that was the most important thing to him.
The only thing.
Nothing else mattered.
Nothing.
He simply had to have it....
"Please ... " he said, softly, huskily, letting the words escape from his lips.
"What," Leslie said, milking this for all it was worth.
If she only had a camera and a tape recorder, she fix him but good ... "Please ... do it to me again...."
"With the vibrator?"
"Yes...."
"Well, then say it, Mr. Charles, or you're not going to get it...."
"On my balls ... give me the vibrator on my balls...."
"Why, Mr. Charles, you're so ... demanding...."
"Please ... ohhh ... please ... you're driving me crazy...."
"I know ... and it's so good, isn't it ... it's so good to be driven crazy like this, isn't it ... you love it, don't you...."
"Yes ... yes ... YES ... I LOVE
IT ... PLEASE ... GIVE ME THE VIBRATOR ... PLEASE...."
"All right ... you've been a good boy, I suppose I can let you have it now...."
With that, she brought it back to the base of his balls....
Easily....
Yet right on the spot ... right on the magical spot, and held it there ... holding it for all it was worth....
Until she thought he was going to go out of his mind!
"OH-
HHHHH ... AAAAAHHH ... OOOOOOHHH.
"God...."
Sunny was amazed!
She'd never seen anything like this.
She couldn't believe this was her teacher....
He loved the vibrator!
Loved it....
Couldn't get enough ... And now, Leslie took it off him again. His body slumped, as he let out a long, hard sigh....
"Ohhhh ... God ... ohhh ... you're ... driving me crazy...."
Leslie patted his trembling ass, loving the sight of him trussed up like this.
"I know ... it's good for you ... I promise ... it's so good for you...."
He was nearly weeping ... may be he was, Leslie thought, and now she knew she had to give him some more.
There was something called diminishing returns, which she knew were very important in situations like this.
Sometimes too much meant less than before.
So she applied the vibrator again, a little harder, and this time a little longer.
Giving him the most intense pleasure imaginable.
He twisted and turned in his bonds, putting on the kind of show she was really enjoying.
She'd never seen anything like it, really....
And she knew it was all because of that little ivory vibrator.
The magic it could bring!
And she'd only begun!
Still having him writhing beneath her, she thought it was a good time to put it in his ass.
"Get me the grease," she said to Sunny.
Mr. Charles wasn't sure what they were going to do, but he wasn't about to question them.
He knew better now than to make any kind of moves or sounds that weren't ... allowed.
He wasn't stupid, he told himself.
Now, he was holding his breath, and the next thing he knew, two pairs of gorgeous young hands were coating the crack of his ass with vaseline.
They were quite efficient in the way they worked him.
He was grateful for that. He felt some kind of weird relief getting worked over in this fashion. And now....
Now, he felt the unbelievable!
The vibrator was being pushed into his ass!
No!
It wasn't possible!
How could they be so ... sadistic?
But they were....
It was true.
All too true ...
They were going to work him off in the most incredible way imaginable. And now....
Now, he held his breath and waited.
There was simply nothing he was going to be able to do about it except take it....
Take it so good and so deep....
And yes, that's what they had in mind.
They were going to fuck him with the vibrator.
"Easy now," he heard Leslie say as she pushed the thing into him. "Take it very easy. I want this vibrator up your ass and I want it all the way up to the finger grip. Do you understand?"
He didn't say anything.
"I can't hear you...."
"Yes ... " he moaned.
"That's better. I want to be able to hear you. That's better. Now, where's that vibrator going?"
"Up my ass," he moaned.
"Good ... very, very good, Mr. Charles. You get an A."
With that, the room grew very quiet, as she began to apply the tip of it into his ass ... Slowly....
Ever so slowly and deliberately ... Until now she knew by the way he was jerking he was really feeling it....
But there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing.
He had to take it. And it was good! She knew that!
She knew how good it could feel!
And even better for a man than a woman!
She loved that! Simply loved it! And now....
Now, she pushed it in even farther than before ... until it was almost all the way up ... "OHHHH.. SHITTT ... OOOHHH...."
"Yes ... baby ... yes...."
"OOHHHH. IT'S INCREDIBLE ... OHHH...."
"You like it don't you...."
"GOD...."
"Don't you?"
"YES...."
"You want me to stop?"
"NO ... DON"T STOP...."
"Say please...."
"OHHHHH...."
"Come on ... say it...."
"PLEASE ... OHHH ... PLEASE ... OHHH."
"Good boy...."
And with that she pushed it all the way up.
Sunny was amazed, and couldn't stop her own hand from going to her pussy and working on it.
She was on fire, and knew it!
She was going to go out of her mind with it.
She didn't think it was possible....
Didn't think it was going to be possible for her to hold off.
She wanted a screwing now, badly!
This whole thing had made her so horny!
And the way his cock was sticking out in front of him. It was amazing. Just unbelievable! She watched and licked at her lips. She'd have her chance. She knew that.
She'd have her chance, and when she did ... oohhh ... when she did, she'd really let him have it.
But good.
And that was enough to wait for.
As Leslie efficiently brought Mr. Charles to his knees, in a very real sense, and worked that vibrator in and out of his ass with all the skills of an expert!
What a teacher!
Leslie, that was, as well we Mr. Charles!
Talk about getting a well-rounded education!
They didn't come any wel rounder than this!
OOOOHHHH!
"What am I doing to you...."
"Ohhhh...."
"Tell me or I'll stop," she said with that hot, husky sound pervading her voice. "You're ... you're...."
"Yes, come on now ... almost ... come on now...."
"You're ... fucking me ... FUCKING ME IN MY ASS WITH THAT VIBRATOR ... She had to laugh!
He was so eager! So hot and so eager!
"Come on ... come on ... tell me ... you love it...."
"OHHHHH...."
"Tell me...."
"I love it ... Ohhh ... God I love it ... Ohhhh ... " And it was so true ... He was going out of his mind with it ... He simply couldn't get enough of that thing ... They'd made him into their personal slut! Reversed roles and was now fucking the shit out of him ... And worse ... He was loving it!
He'd been brought to his knees and made into the world's biggest ass-hole and it didn't matter ... It didn't matter at all....
Nothing mattered to Mr. Charles as long as that long hot thing was moving in and out of his ass....
And he loved that....
Loved the way it was moving....
Loved the way he was being made to take it.
He was trying to somehow not go completely berserk, reminding himself that soon it would be his turn again, and then he'd show them....
Oh yes, he'd show them a thing or too....
"Ohhhhhh...."
The sound gurgled out of his mouth with a long, low sonic tone....
As he cooed with delight at the way he was being fucked! Deep in his ass! By these hot beauties! More ... Please ... So much more....
Pleasure without end, that was the course! And straight on 'til mornig!! !
CHAPTER SIX
Mr. Charles came better that time than ever, and it wasn't so hard to believe, now, was it.
After all, he had two beautiful charges, that's two as in twice, working him over head to foot, front to back.
And it was better than anything he'd ever had before.
He knew that. He was grateful.
He was willing to do anything for these two. A's?
They were his best students as of now.
But there was one thing.
One little thing.
If only they'd untie him.
Was he asking too much?
He thought not.
After all, he'd done all they wanted. And his dick was sore from rubbing on the top of the bed.
But, then, what was the price for a little rubbed skin.
Could anything matter to him now, except getting off again? Could it? No.
It couldn't.
He knew the price of glory was too high to even try to negotiate. Either you had it or you didn't. Either you could buy or you couldn't. Well, he was in a position to buy, and he liked that. liked it a lot.
Because he was a power broker. Education was like rock and roll. The players in power were, well, the players in power.
And he knew just how to control that power.. Just how to make it work for him. He was no fool.
He knew if he wasn't teaching these two, he'd have a snowball's chance with them.
But that was just the point, wasn't it?
He was teaching them.
He was in charge of the charges.
And that gave him special privileges.
That made him very real and very accessible.
And vulnerable at the same time.
Ah, well, so what was a vibrator or two up his ass, compared to the glorious orgasms they'd given him.
He was more than willing to go along with their games.
More than willing.
And now, as he finally felt the bonds coming off his hands and feet, he could relax, for the first time ... for the very first time in such a long time.
"God," he moaned, as he finally relaxed.
Now, he stretched out on the bed, and while Leslie went to get cleaned up, she left him alone with Sunny.
On purpose of course.
She knew that Sunny was on fire, and would make him ... do things.
"Mr. Charles," Sunny said, patting the back of his head.
"Yeah," he said, groaning.
"I need for you to turn over so you can eat me while I sit on your face."
She said it as if it were the most reasonable, rational thing she'd ever said in her life.
He turned his head and saw her naked thigh this close to his face.
And amazingly, even though he'd been thoroughly de-spermed, he knew he was going to have to give her exactly what she wanted.
"Please...."
Well, as long as she was being so polite, who was he not to comply?
He let her turn him slowly, and then, while still on his back, he reached for her.
"Oh, no, you mustn't do that. You're tired from all the work we've made you do. It's my turn now...."
He could smell her pussy even from here, thick with her own masturbating juices.
He liked that.
It was a nice turn.
Now, he lay back while she carefully, expertly straddled his face.
God, but she had a nice touch there.
He could feel her warm milky skin pressing into his face as she sat on him like that.
"Comfy?" she asked?
"Mmmmm...."
"Good...."
Now, she took his head in her hands, via a scoop of hair, and directed his mouth to her honey-pot.
He needed no further encouragement.
He began immediately, licking and sucking at her, giving her as much tongue as he had.
He began at the top of her pussy, right on the button hump, and licked all around it, working his tongue down slowly, taking in her honey as he did so.
So good....
It was so good....
He was going crazy with it....
Just crazy....
Licking and swallowing for all he was worth ... He was going out of his mind and he knew it ... Just completely out of his mind ... He was swimming in her juices ... in her luscious juices....
"OHHHH ... MR. Charles ... YOU GIVE SUCH GOOD HEAD ... YES ... YOU DOO...."
She was slow-humping his face, making just the right moves, knowing exactly what to do to get to him.
She was such a little teenage vixen, he thought to himself. Thank God!
Now, she eased down on the spot, right above his mouth, where, with just the lightest effort, he'd be able to bring his tongue into her cunny.
God, the smell!
It was so ... well, so teenage, he told himself.
She had the sweetest pussy imaginable!
Sunny was aptly named, he knew now.
Someone must have given her that name after getting a taste.
It was like the sweetest ambrosia imaginable.
Now, as he took it in his mouth, he thought he was going to go crazy.
He couldn't believe it!
He pushed his tongue up even farther than before, reveling in the way it sunk in there.
"Ohhh ... yes ... Mr. Charles ... Mr. Charles...."
She moved her hips slowly ... sensually ... as if she were fucking him. She couldn't get over the way it felt ... the way it was happening inside of her.
She loved sitting on his face.
That was the best seat in the house.
"Eat me, come on ... eat me ... " she said to him, as she rocked, gently, back and forth.
And did he ever eat her!
like he was on fire.
The room was filled with the smacking lips of his mouth, as he continued his assault on her, every sucking action making her twitch her hips even more....
"Jesus...."
She knew she was close ... about to come ... she knew there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it....
Nothing....
She was on fire....
Just on fire, and wasn't going to be able to stop herself.
She was going to bathe his face in her hot juice! She was going to give him a golden shot of pussy cum!
"Ohhh.. yes ... ohhhh ... that's ... it ... that's so good...."
"Mmmmmmfff...."
"Make me come ... you're going to make me come...."
He couldn't hold back any longer.
He knew he was going to have her, even as her hot thighs pushed against his cheeks.
"OHHHH ... OHHHHH.. OHHHHH...."
And then, like a burst damn in the middle of a typhoon, she started to come.
Over and over, in deep, glorious waves, she bathed his face.
She was going crazy, screaming and crying and laughing, all the while never relinquishing her seat, on the wonderful temple of sex!
Even when Leslie came in.
"My dear, you look like a Queen,"
Leslie said, as she effortlessly got on the bed and went for Mr. Charles's cock.
Thank God, he thought.
He needed some relief and now!
He didn't think he was going to be able to take much more of this ... Not really....
But when Leslie slipped her hot dripping pussy on to his cock and began to ride him, all those thoughts disappeared.
He was on fire now, and couldn't help himself.
He didn't now what he was going to do now....
He really didn't....
Except suck and fuck.
That's what they were making him do.
Suck them and fuck them.
And they were in charge.
Calling the shots.
Telling him, in effect, the way it was going to be. And he loved it! God, he loved it!
And wished they'd never let him go!
Now, Leslie really turned it on, using her hips like an expert belly-dancer, rolling into him, on and off, making him jump and jerk his cock.
He wished he could see it, wished he could see himself fucking her, but he couldn't ... he couldn't ... he couldn't see anything except the lovely hot thighs of Sunny, and her wet, dripping pussy....
Oh, it was so good on his face!
She was washing him with it ... both women on fire now as they worked him over, to within an inch of his sanity.
If he didn't come now ... if he didn't give them what he wanted, he knew he'd never come again.. , He was that hot ... That hot and that turned on. More....
He wanted more....
He wanted Sunny to come on his face while he cam ein Leslie.
And both girls knew it.
"Come on ... " Leslie said in that husky heat o sexual passion. "I'm milking it and I want it to come for me ... come on, baby ... come on ... teach me how you come...."
"Mmmmmmffff...."
It was all he could handle, and no more.
He knew he was going to come ... going to shoo it into her hot, aching pussy....
His balls were contracting and on fire.
So good ... it was so good ... he just couldn't stand it any longer....
He just couldn't....
"Mmmmmffff . ... mmmmmffff . ... mmmmffff...."
With his groans going deep inside Sunny's gyrating pussy, he shot his sperm into Leslie's hot pussy.
"OHHHHH ... YES ... MR. Charles ... MR.
Charles ... OHHHH...."
When he was finally finished, the girls rolled of him, one at a time.
First, Sunny lifted her luscious thighs and took her hot pussy off his mouth, leaving his face soaking with her stuff.
And then Leslie reached down and took hold of his cock, holding on to it while she slipped off him.
So good.
She'd been fucked so good ... And knew it. And loved it.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd been fucked so much in a single night.
"You can go now, Mr. Charles. You did well."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
These girls, these students of his, were telling him what to do, how to behave, how to handle himself.
What a turn-on.
Now, he wondered what it would be like back in the classroom with them.
He could hardly wait.
He was dressed and ready to go.
They came with him down the living room, and each girl touched his still-hard cock through his pants and kissed him on the lips.
He wondered, as he left the house, they would do to each other, left alone for the rest of the night.
It was a tantalizing thought.
Now, though, he had to return to his own place and get some sleep.
It was a long weekend, and a heavy week coming up in school.
He had to make sure he got his rest.
That Monday, when classes resumed, there they were, Sunny and Leslie, both in his class, with smiles on their faces and nothing on their legs.
Leslie, in particular, was driving him crazy, flirting with him from the front row, her skirt high up around her thighs, showing him just enough to get him nice and toasty hard.
And didn't he know it.
He wondered if they were going to be content with driving him completely crazy or what.
Now, though, he tried his best to concentrate on his teaching.
Mercifully, the bell rang and the class was being dismissed.
They all rushed, as usual, for the exit.
Sometimes it seemed that formal education was the last thing on these kids' minds.
All except Leslie.
When the room was empty, she licked her lips and turned to Mr. Charles.
"And what did you do this weekend," she said to him, coyly, teasingly.
"You know, I think, don't you." He could be just as coy.
"Well, I have a note hear for you."
"A note?"
"From my mother."
That sent a chill through him.
Why would she have a note from her mother?
And why for him?
"Is anything the matter?"
"Don't know. I haven't read it."
The dread increased.
Now, he took it and put it on his desk.
"Aren't you going to read it?"
"Not right now?"
"Why not?"
"I ... because ... I have to get ready for my next class."
"Ohhh...."
She got up and came to him, snaking her hands around his neck.
This was dangerous, he told himself.
Anyone could come in that door ... any of his students from the next class arriving just a tad too early.
"When am I going to see you again," she asked him, in that throaty, slutty voice of hers.
"I...."
"All of you," she said, reaching down and stroking his bone for emphasis. He was a goner. He knew it.
It was out of his hands.
"I ... this week ... one late afternoon ... at my house...."
She shook her head up and down, as if to say, yes, you said the right thing.
"Yeah ... that's right ... you want more of me ... you need more pussy...."
She kissed him lightly on his face and was out of there, swinging her little tail as she did so.
Mr. Charles went to his desk and sat down.
He stared at the note.
Amazing, he thought to himself, how a piece of paper could scare you. He decided to open it. As he read, his face caught on fire. He couldn't believe this!
"Dear Mr. Charles," it began. "It has come to my attention, that certain activities between you and my daughter have been taking place. I will be in your office after school today to talk about this development. I suggest you be there...."
His eyes burned as he read the letter over and over.
What was he going to do now?
If her mother knew he'd been fucking Leslie, his career was over.
Just like that. Kaput.
Jesus ... all for a little pussy.
He had to admit, it was quite a pussy, no quarrel there, but it was still only pussy.
His head was ringing louder than the bell when the next class came in.
The rest of the day was like a daze to him, as he went through his lessons, anxious to get the afternoon over and have his meeting with Mrs. Scott, Leslie's mother. Three o'clock.
He left the classroom and went to his private office.
The buzzer went off. "Yes."
"There's a Mrs. Scott here to see you." He gulped and swallowed hard. "Show her in."
"Very good."
His secretary, Laura, a middle-aged woman, brought Mrs. Scott in.
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this.
She looked a lot like Leslie. In fact, he figured she couldn't be more than thirty-five years old....
And gorgeous!
Her big tits were pushing through her shirt, and her short skirt was driving him crazy. No!
What was on his mind? What could he be thinking? Was he actually going to get hard over the mother, too?
This was too much!
Now, he looked at the woman and tried to smile.
"So," he began, sounding as official as possible. "What can I do for you today?
Mrs. Scott crossed her legs, giving him in that one motion a wonderful glimpse of her upper inner thighs, beyond even where her stockings stopped. "I think you know why I'm here."
"I ... that is...."
"You've been playing with Leslie, haven't you?"
His face blushed.
"Well, I think that accusation...."
She caught him off and leaned forward.
"Let me put it this way, Mr. Charles. I'm going to give you a chance to confess to me, right here and now. If you do, well, you know what they say, that confession is good for the soul. You might even get some kind of special reward...."
She licked her lips when she said that.
"But if you lie to me, then I'll expose you, and you'll be washed up as a teacher."
Her voice had been sounding very hard. Now, she softened herself up and smiled as she leaned back. "I know you're an intelligent man. You're not going to suddenly display rampant stupidity, are you?"
He looked at her for a long time, before making a bridge with his fingers under his chin.
"No, I'm not. You're right, Mrs. Scott ... I have been fucking your daughter."
"Ahhhh ... that's better ... Now perhaps we can get down to some serious business."
She smiled as she began to unbutton her smartly tailored shirt.
Mr. Charles got a hard-on so fast and so hard he thought it was going to push right through his shorts....
She was in control immediately and he knew it. They both did.
Just exactly what was the purpose of this visit, he wondered....
And did she know....
God, the thought was too frightening....
What if she did....
What if she were on to him....
The damage she could cause to his career was too mind-boggling to contemplate.
And yet....
Yet....
There was nothing he could do now! Too late....
It was too late to do anything....
Except whatever it was that this woman wanted....
He was her sucker now!
"Well," he said as he shuffled some papers around on his desk, before looking up to see that hot smirk on her face....
She was going to make sure he never forgot this visit....
And that was fine with him ... For if she was anything like Leslie ... Could she possibly be? Could it be ... possible!
He stared at her knees and made no move to hide the state of his ... Erection. Fine.
That was fine with him. Let her see it.
All the cards were spilled now. All the hands were dealt! It was time to raise the ante or fold! Your move, Mrs. Scott!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Things were getting interesting. Very interesting. Mr. Charles watched, fascinated and hot as Mrs. Scott began to unbutton her shirt. "Is this office locked," she asked. "No ... but I can lock it."
"Good. Do it...."
He nodded and began to stand, when he realized his cock was rock pumping hard, and would be a dead give-away if he stood up.
"What's the matter," the good-looking woman mused, obviously enjoying his dilemma. "I can't ... stand up," he said, huskily. "Why not?"
"I think you know why not ... " She chuckled.
"Well, then, why don't I just lock the door for you."
She got up and moved her glorious ass right to the door, where she threw the inside deadbolt.
"There," she said, turning around, her shirt opened, her braless, big tits staring him in the face.
"I think that should do it."
She smiled.
She knew what was going down now.
Knew it and loved it.
And so did Mr. Charles.
"Mrs. Scott ... I really think...."
"That's the trouble with all you professors. You think too much. You have to get your mind on other things. The way you do with my daughter."
She came around to his side of the desk and looked down at his enormous hard-on pushing through his pants.
"My my, but aren't we excited."
Mr. Charles didn't say anything.
"Take it out," she said in a tone of voice that said she wasn't kidding.
"You mean ... right here and right now?"
"Come on, Mr. Charles, don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood. Come on...."
He licked at his own lips.
She was something, this one.
She was really going to make him do it!
He slowly unzipped his pants, reached in and took himself out!
He was amazed at how much power this woman had over him.
And he was even more amazed that she seemed to be enjoying it.
He wondered how she knew about him and her daughter, but beyond that, he couldn't get over how much she seemed to get off on it.
And that was a relief.
"Now, show me how you jerk off...."
The words hung in the air.
He stared at her in disbelief.
He'd never done that for a woman before!
He couldn't.
No matter what!
"What's the matter?"
"I ... I can't...."
"Yes you can," she murmured softly. "I know you can. I have to. You have no choice." He looked at her pleadingly. Now he knew where Leslie got that strange streak of sadistic behavior. From her mother!
It was like some sort of weird deja-vu, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He was in her hands. Literally. And she had the power to break him. It was that simple.
Now, she licked her lips and stared at his cock. The tip was giving off some preliminary lubrication. He really wanted to reach down and touch himself. He got the crazy feeling he'd really enjoy touching himself for her. If he could only get up enough nerve.
He looked up at her and she was smiling at him, her tongue out of her mouth now, licking across her lips.
"You're going to, aren't you," she said to him.
He shook his head up and down.
She reached out with one of her pretty hands and let a finger rub the tip of his cock, over and over, smoothing that sticky stuff all around. "Come on ... we'll both enjoy it. You'll see."
He shook his head up and down and began to work on himself.
"Ohhhhh...."
It felt so good to jerk his stick, and even better because she was watching! He loved that! Just loved it!
And now, all caution was gone ... thrown to the winds. All he wanted to do was to come ... for her.
As a form of reward as well as repentance.
"Faster," she said to him, egging him on, telling him how to do himself.
"Ohhhh...."
"Does it feel good...."
"Ohhh...."
"Tell me ... come on ... tell me...."
"Yyyyyesssss...."
"What are you doing?" Jesus!
She was going to make him tell her! "I'm ... jerking off ... jerking ... myself off ... ohhhh...."
"Yes ... for who?" Christ!
She was relentless! "For ... for you...."
"That's right ... and I'm going to make you come...."
"Ohhh...."
"Just by watching ... aren't I...."
"Yes ... Yes ... Yes...."
"Tell me ... tell me when you're going to come ... come on ... tell me...."
"I ... I ... I'M GOING TO ... GOING
TO ... COME...."
She couldn't believe this! He was so easy ... no resistance. He wanted to do it for her.
She had him!
Now, just as he was going to shoot, she reached down and pushed his hands off his cock. It was a shock to him!
He wasn't ready for that!
He didn't expect it at all....
Now, before he knew what he was doing, her hand was clamped around his prick holding him down tight....
"Yeah," she said, hotly ... "I've got you now, and I'm going to hold on ... do you understand?"
"Yes...."
"You're going to do whatever it is I want ... aren't you...."
"Yes...."
"On your knees...."
He fell right to the floor, in front of her glorious legs.
"Lick them ... lick my legs ... " He didn't hesitate, even for a second. This was a privilege, he told himself, to be before this woman.
He began to lick her stockinged feet and discovered how smooth and luscious felt on his tongue.
She'd perfumed herself so that the smell was totally intoxicating to him.
He loved it!
And was going to continue to love it ... So good....
He couldn't get enough.
But he was so close to coming ... it was sheer torture to feel his bloated cock not able to get off. "What's the matter baby," she said to him.
"I want to ... I want to come....
"Kiss my pussy first...."
She let go of his prick and raised her skirt.
He was amazed at how good she looked now.
Her legs were long and smooth, and above the stockings, by the straps of her garter belt, she was really hot and on fire!
So smooth and white and milky.
And perfumy!
He licked up, dutifully, still on his hands and knees, and now, as she continued to make him do her, she spread her pussy with her fingers and instructed him to insert his tongue.
Deep.
All the way up.
He felt her soft, silky pubic hairs all over his mouth and nose as she gripped his head and held him firm between her legs.
"Lick it ... lick it up, baby ... that's good ... lick mama's pussy...."
Jesus ... he was so on fire now he couldn't stand it!
He wanted to come so badly ... he knew that one little touch was all that it was going to take....
Just one....
But she was being careful ... cautious ... she wanted her pound of flesh before she pounded his flesh!
She was tough, and she was in control, and that was a powerful combination.
Now, he was all over himself ... really ready for anything....
And he kept his mouth working on her pussy the way a baby's works on his mother's tittie....
She was that good and that hot. "More ... faster ... deeper...."
She was doing a number on him and he knew it....
There was nothing more he could do, not even when she yanked him off her.
"Ohhh...."
"What's the matter, baby? You want more? You want more pussy?"
He shook his head quickly up and down. "I know, baby ... I know ... it's so good...."
"Yes...."
"You want to come, don't you...."
"Yes...."
"But first, you're going to kiss my ass!" Sheer joy!
He loved ass, and loved kissing it; feeling the soft swell of lovely feminine cheeks against his lips, loving the way it felt as he took it all the way in.
He was going wild ... just wild ... and didn't think he was going to be able to contain himself.
"More ... more ... come on, Mr. Charles ... more ... "
He obeyed, just the way she knew he would.
Now, he was laving her naked ass with his tongue, as she held her skirt all the way up around her hips.
She knew what she was doing this one ... she was really making him crazy, and she knew it.
She stuck out her ass and made him lick every perfumed inch of it.
Now, as he worked her up, she put her hands on the cheeks of her ass, and told him he was going to have to go in there with his tongue ... into her hot, humid ass-hole.
Well, it was obvious to Mr. Charles now that she didn't know everything that had gone on with her daughter!
If she did, she'd know he loved putting his tongue into hot ass-holes!
It was one of his favorite things.
So he turned his head a little to the side and worked his tongue in as far as he could get it ... deep ... until he thought he was just going to go out of his mind with it....
"Ohhhh ... yes ... yes ... that's so good ... yes...."
He wiggled it in her rectum, while with one of his hands he reached up and patted her pussy.'
She loved it!
And was going to come again! This time holding his head flush up against her ass....
And then, finally, the tell-tale thrust of her hips, as she began to come ... shooting her stuff right down between her legs, holding his head in place as she did so.
It was so good ... So hot and so good....
He thought he was really going to lose it now for sure....
But still, he hadn't come.
Finally, she took his mouth off her body and made him slide back.
"Good ... that was very good, Mr. Charles. Now I want you to stand up."
He did.
"And take the rest of your clothes off ... " He stripped, eagerly.
He wanted to show her that he'd do anything ... even more than he already had ... for the chance to make her want to let him come.
She sat down on the leather sofa, crossing her legs, her skirt still hiked up, her muff still visible and dripping to him.
She put both legs on the floor and spread them.
"Now," she said to him. "Let's get down to some serious business. On your knees between my legs, please."
He did so.
"That's very good. like a good little slave ... " He understood.
And realized that Leslie's instincts were well-bred.
"Now, you may jerk yourself off for me and I'm going to watch. And you better not make any mistakes."
He swallowed hard.
He wasn't about to.
He knew he had to please her.
It was important to him, and he wasn't going to do anything to fuck this up.
His hand went to his cock and began to pound away!
Her eyes widened in delight. It was rare for a woman to actually be able to make a man do it for her, but here was Mr. Charles on his hands and knees, gleefully pounding away for all he was worth.
The dear!
"Are you ... are you going to come for me?"
He shook his head fiercely up and down and increased the action of his own hand on his cock.
"Come on ... do it ... do it good ... yes ... that's right ... that's it ... do it...."
"Ohhhh...."
"So good ... so good, baby ... yes ... ohohh ... so good...."
He was on fire now, hoping with everything he had to pump himself silly....
He shot it off in thick hot spurts, making sure he came deep, giving up every drop of his stuff....
So good....
So incredible....
He finished, with his hand still on his prick, all sticky and filled with his own cum.
"Now, baby," she said, leaning forward, "I'm going to make you lick it off ... go on, put your hand in your mouth and lick off every last drop!"
He was surprised and reluctant.
There were limits, after all, as to what he would allow himself to do.
Licking cum was something that he'd always thought of as a woman's job.
But now....
He was helpless, even in the relative calm of the after-cum he was experiencing.
She was going to make him lick his own stuff....
Humiliated!
Totally humiliated!
And yet, there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing!
So, with his face burning a deep red, he began to lick at his own fingers!
"Yes ... " she said, leaning forward, egging him on.
She couldn't believe how responsive he was. He'd make some woman a wonderful sex slave, she mused.
Then, she stood up, letting her skirt fall to it's natural length.
"I think we've discussed all we have to," she said to him, suddenly sounding very business-like, except for the hot smile on her face. "I'll expect you at the house Friday night. Mr. Scott will be away, and it'll be a good time for you to ... settle the score with Leslie."
Settle the score?
What did she mean by that?
He wasn't sure, really.
He wasn't sure of anything, except that he really wanted to do some hard fucking....
Some good hard fucking....
That would make everything all right again.
So if she wanted him there, he'd be there.
With the proverbial bells on.
Mrs. Scott held out her hand and he dutifully kissed it.
"Till Friday night, then."
She turned on her heels and was out of there.
Mr. Charles got dressed, going over in his mind these last unbelievable moments.
He was at his desk now, recovering, when the knock came at the door.
"Yes?"
"It's me. Leslie."
His cock surged alive again.
"Come in."
She opened the door and stepped in. "Can I se you a minute."
"Of course."
"My mother was here, wasn't she?"
He wondered if she knew because she could smell her mother's sex in the room. That didn't seem out of the question.
"Yes...."
"And she told you that she found out about us.. "
"Yes, she did."
"I'm really sorry." .
"That's okay. Don't worry about it."
She came closer to his desk. "Does that mean you're going to come over Friday night when my dad's away?"
This was one hell of a family.
They didn't miss a trick. Not a one.
"Yes ... it does...."
She jumped up and down.
"Goody!"
Now, she went and gave him a hot kiss on his mouth.
"That's for being the greatest teacher I've ever had. Sunny thinks so too...."
With that she was out of there.
Mr. Charles leaned back and opened his mouth. This had been one of those days, he told himself. One of those days he'd like to never forget.
He couldn't wait for Friday night.
Having the mother and the daughter was something he was truly worthy of.
He'd make them do numbers....
He'd make them....
But he couldn't think about that now.
There were papers to grade, things to do, tests to prepare.
His time would come.
He knew that. He knew he wouldn't have to wait much longer, before his time would come. And then....
Then, he'd have both of them, and maybe even Sunny too.
Maybe he'd start an exclusive secret organization for his students, the prettiest ones only allowed to join. He'd show them a thing or tro.
He'd teach them.
Things they couldn't learn in school. Things that only he could teach. Yeah!
He rubbed his cock softly through his pants as he turned his attentions to his work.
It was going to be that kind of a day, he knew.
Now, he checked his watch.
Only four more days till Friday!
He laughed out loud once, and then buried himself in his work.
Was he a lucky guy or what?
Did he have the world by the ass, by the tight hot pussy or what?
He had to laugh to himself....
This was better than any scenario he could have dreampt up by himself.
If he was really lucky, too, he'd have a mother and child reunion the--likes of which Simon and Garfunkle never could have thought about, let alone sung.
And he could almost taste the two hot pussies as they worked their way into his mouth....
As they snaked onto his prick and made him fuck for them....
As they did things that would make him go out of his mind....
It was so delicious ... So delightful ... And so hot ... Friday.
He checked his calendar. Not very long to wait.
And wait he could ... as long as necessary to have these two bimbos again....
And he'd show them what he was made of.
He wondered now if there were any other daughter's whose pussies were ... just so uncontrollable in his classes.
Whoa.
Slow down there boy.
Don't be greedy, or you'll blow the whole thing. And that wouldn't be too cool, would it ... No.
Not at all....
Just stay the way you are and enjoy the sweet fruits of your conquests. Friday.
He laughed to himself.
He'd have one hell of a time, for sure!
And no one would be the wiser for it!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed as if a month of Sunday's passed between that Monday in Mr. Charles's office and that Friday at Mrs. Scott's house.
He couldn't believe how slow time could travel sometimes. like a little boy waiting for Christmas to come, he ticked off the days, hours, minutes until he could have the night of his life.
Finally, after a dozen eternities, it was Friday afternoon, the last class.
With Leslie, of course.
He raced through the lesson, gave the students a little private reading time and sat at his desk, staring at Leslie's naked legs in front of him.
She kept looking up from her book, to make sure he was watching her, to make sure he was seeing her. And whenever she caught his eye, she smiled.
She knew what was in store for him, and her pussy was dripping with anticipation.
The bell rang, at last.
The class made a beeline for the door, leaving only Leslie behind.
She walked up to his desk and held her hand out. He took it and smiled.
"I'll see you tonight," she said to him through wet lips.
"I'm looking forward to it."
"So am I," she said, leaning forward and giving him a hot kiss on the lips.
Then she turned, twitched her ass and was out of there.
He had the heat, no question. He was on fire now and really wanted some sex.
Easy boy, he told himself, take it easy. You'll get as much as you can handle.
Don't worry about it.
He left the school and soon was home, in the shower, cooling himself down.
He came out, wearing only a towel around his waist, made himself a weekend drink, a vodka martini, up, olives, and then went back to take the hot shower, and a nice long shave.
This was going to be an evening he'd remember for a long time. No question.
He was ready now. He checked himself in the mirror, and satisfied he looked as good as he was going to, headed out of there.
He took a cab to Mrs. Scott house. He knew where it was, of course, having been there before.
When he paid the driver, he waited until he left before walking up and ringing the bell.
You couldn't be took careful, he told himself.
Better safe than sorry.
Look before you leap and any other safety slogans he could think of passed his mind's lips before he hit the buzzer.
It didn't take long for the door to open.
It was Mrs. Scott, wearing a silk robe, and puffy mules on her feet.
And nothing else.
His cock shot hard!
He couldn't believe he was going to have this luscious little dessert for himself!
"Come in," she said, holding out her hand. He allowed her to take him inside the house. Once there, she offered him a drink.
Another martini.
He took it, knowing he couldn't get too relaxed for what was coming. The more alcohol, the better off he'd be.
Now, as he sipped, he noticed that familiar smirk on her face.
She was up to something, and he soon found out what.
"Take your clothes off now, please," she said to him, and he was quick to comply.
He began by stripping himself nude, so that there wasn't another bit of clothing on his body.
Once he was like that, she surveyed him, putting a finger to her mouth as if she were sizing up an expensive purchase.
"Yes ... I like it ... I like your cock a lot. Now put your hands behind your back."
He did as he was told, and felt the cold snap of a pair of handcuffs being applied.
"This is just a precaution, you understand, so you don't go and play with your cock. We both know how much you like to jerk off."
He blushed.
It was the way she said those things as much as the things she said.
Now, she was led, by his dick of all things, into the master bedroom.
He hadn't seen this before, and as soon as they got inside, his jaw dropped!
He couldn't believe it!
.There, on the bed, was Leslie, spread-eagled and tied up! And smiling. "What...."
"I'm going to have to discipline my daughter for being naughty, and you too."
He looked at Mrs. Scott who was now removing the robe to reveal her body clad in the hot black leather outfit of a first-class dominatrix!
"That's right ... a little sideline of mine...."
Mr. Charles was helpless.
"I've trained my daughter well. She knows what to expect and loves it. And so will you, Mr. Charles. I guarantee it!"
He shook his head up and down, slowly, somewhat dumbstruck.
He didn't object, not even when she led him by his prick over to the bed.
"Get on it, on your knees, between my daughter's hot pussy."
He did exactly as he was told. No problem. Now, he was made to bend over, by the slight pressure on his neck from Mrs. Scott's hand, until his mouth was level with Leslie's pussy.
"Start sucking," Mrs. Scott said, and Mr. Charles found himself sticking his tongue out of his mouth as far as he could get it, to work on this hot teen pussy!
He took long, even strokes with his tongue, making sure it hit just the right places ... from the very top to the bottom of those crimson, pouting lips! "OOHHHHH...."
"She--likes, it, Mr. Charles. You're doing a good job on her...."
"OHHHHH ... MR. Charles ... YOU RE
LICKING ME SO GOOD ... LICKING MY PUSSY SO GOOD...."
He was on fire now!
He couldn't believe how good this was feeling!
Her pussy was sweet and luscious, with a vague cherry taste to it. He wondered if Mrs. Scott had cherry-douched her daughter for him before he'd arrived.
He wouldn't be surprised. He wouldn't put anything passed these two.
"Suck her off. Mr. Charles ... come on ... suck her off ... you know you know how ... come on...."
He really didn't need all this encouragement. He was more than willing to get down there and get into it. He knew a good thing when he saw it.
His tongue was merciless, spreading her pussy out and diving in, again and again.
How that must have felt to her, he told himself, the way she was taking to it ... like a baby to candy!
She was on fire, and thrusting her hips every which way!
He couldn't believe it!
She was so good....
So hot and so good....
She just loved it! And wanted more....
"OHHHHH ... GOD ... YES.. YES ... GET ME OFF ... PLEASE ... GET ME OFF. .I NEED TO COME ... I NEED IT...."
Mrs. Scott stood with her arms folded, calmly watching while her daughter was sucked off by Mr. Charles!
If this was discipline, he thought to himself, give me more!
And that's exactly what he got.
He had no idea it was coming, no warning of any kind, but before he could do anything about it, he was feeling it, on his ass, the hard, sure smacks of a dominatrix in her prime!
She had a short, shaggy whip, with tight hot rubber ends, and she was working it ... working it within an inch of herself, and loving it!
Loving the way she was making him move!
"Keep sucking! Keep sucking on it ... don't stop...."
"Mmmmmmfffff...."
He wasn't about to disobey her now.
She was too tough with that whip ... too tough and too expert....
And Leslie ... Leslie was on fire, too, thrusting herself as much as she could while being tied down....
It was making her crazy, knowing her teacher was doing her, in front of her mother.
Her mother had done this kind of number on her before, and now she was really on fire....
And knew it was going to get worse.
Her mother had that look in her eye!
She was going to make him fuck her.
Right in front of her!
And she couldn't wait!
She just couldn't wait!
She wanted it!
She had a burning in her pussy that was driving her crazy....
And there was only one cure for it ... a wonderful, thick full fuck by Mr. Charles. Mr. Charles and his educated cock! SMACK! WHACK! CRAAACKKKK!! SLLLAAACKKKK!!
She was working on his ass, giving it to him good, letting him have it, and there was no way she was going to let up, not with those beautiful red marks she was developing.
It was enough to make her want to fuck him herself!
And she would have if she didn't have other plans. And it was high time for her to start to apply those plans.
With a strong yank, she pulled him off her daughter!
The shock was too much. He wasn't ready for it, and turned his head quickly.
"Take your cock in your hands," she said to him, and Mr. Charles obeyed. His ass was on fire, and he needed some kind of relief. He was amazed how it all turned sexual for him.
Now, holding his dick, he waited for his next instruction.
"Rub it up and down her cunny, but don't, and you better listen good, don't put it inside of her ... I'm warning you...."
He shook his head.
He took that warning very seriously.
There wasn't anything he was going to do about it but obey.
Exactly.
Now, he was rubbing his cock up and down the girl's hot, beautiful thighs, driving her as well as himself really to the brink.
He loved the way it felt, all soft and warm and inviting, and he would have given anything to put it inside of her ... anything at all....
But he couldn't.
He didn't have permission!
And her mother, the dominatrix, was wielding a very heavy whip!
And she knew how to use it. God, did she know.
So he had to be content to rub his cock up and down this hot slit, without using it the way he knew he could.
"You want to fuck her, don't you," Leslie's mother said, coming up behind him and whispering in his ear.
"Yes...."
"You want my permission to push it in, don't you...."
"God ... yes...."
"Does it feel good?"
She was driving him crazy and she knew it.
Now, she reached underneath him and took hold of his balls, squeezing them and really causing him some major pain.
But a special kind of pain.
The kind of pain he was sure he could live with.
It was incredible, the way he was taking it....
The way he was letting her do things to him.
He thought he was going to go out of his mind....
He really thought he was going to lose it.
He was nearly doubled over in pain, his balls in her tight hot grip.
"Now," she said, soothingly, as if to offset the pain she was feeling ... "I'm going to push it inside of her ... I'm going to guide you in. Are you ready? Are you?"
"Ohhhhh...."
"That's right ... that's so good ... now ... now ... NOW...."
And with that, she gave his balls a forward push with her hands, and made his prick go all the way up her daughter's snatch.
It was all hot and wet and ready for him, as he knew it would be....
And he began to fuck....
To put on a fuck show for the mother.
Which he knew was what she wanted to see.
"That's right," she said, "Fuck her ... fuck her good ... fuck her like she deserves!"
He was really out of his mind now.
He'd never had it this good before ... never ... and now he was going to take it even deeper....
As he felt that hot hand massaging his balls ... urging him still farther into Leslie.
Who was moving her hips about, taking as much of a fucking as it was possible take.
She'd never had it this good, tied down and worked over by Mr. Charles and her own mother.
She loved it!
Loved it!
And couldn't wait to tell Sunny every last delicious detail!
Oh, how she wished that Sunny were here to see this....
To see how she was being taken. It was enough to really drive her crazy, and she knew it.
So good....
It was so good....
And she wanted more....
Even more....
"Take it out now, Mr. Charles," Mrs. Scott said, and he had to exactly as she wanted.
With much pain, and a sense of needing to get off, he reluctantly pulled his prick out of her.
God, what a sensation coarsed through him.
He couldn't believe it!
His prick was throbbing with desire.
"Now, straddle her. Get up on her chest and straddle her. And do it good if you know what's good for you...."
He obeyed, knowing he had to ... knowing he had no choice.
Now his cock was sitting on Leslie's tortured face.
She took the hint and let her wet, pink tongue start to work on him.
So good, it felt so good as it worked all around him.
He was going out of his mind over it, and knew that he would finally be able to come. Even it if meant on Leslie's face. He could get into that.
He could really get into that with no problem. Now, he was waiting for her to put her mouth on it, and that happened faster than he thought. She opened her mouth and began to suck.
Hard. Harder!
She was giving him the best head he'd had in a long time. Obviously, tying her up was not a bad way to go.
It was working wonders!
And then, the whipping started again.
Even while his cock was in her daughter's mouth, she kept it up ... kept giving it to him on his ass, whipping him mercifully....
This made it that much harder for Leslie to keep his cock in her mouth, but she was determined to take it all ... and to keep sucking....
"OOOHHHHHH...."
He was going to come now.
He'd passed the point of no return ... and figured it was time ... time to stop holding back ... time to start to come....
He was on fire!
On fire!
And knew it!
And knew he was going to shoot a hot dose right down the lovely young girl's throat.
And she knew it too, from the way she kept on sucking him ... giving him as much as she could, trying desperately, without the use of her hands, to make him come in her mouth.
"That's right ... come in her ... come in her throat ... down her throat ... she has to swallow it...."
That did it!
That little narration by her mother, from behind him, with her hand still caressing his balls, made him go over the precipice and start shooting his stuff.
He was squirming with delight as he started to come ... shooting it for all he was worth....
So good....
He kept on coming, a thick hot soup of come, right down and into her mouth.
"MMMMFFFFF...."
She loved it!
Just loved it!
And couldn't get enough.
The more he came in her the more she see seemed to want.
Until finally, he was finished, slowly withdrawing his spent cock from her body....
"Good ... that was so good ... so very good...."
He was about to say something, when he felt a blindfold being slipped over his head.
From behind!
The mother was making him wear it.
He wasn't sure why, but as soon as he had it on-and it was a good one, he couldn't see a thing-he could hear the moving around and maneuvering that told him something was up.
Something was definitely up!
After several minutes, a dead silence fell on the room.
And then the mother was on his lap, as he sat in a chair, waiting.
"Now, we're going to do something, Mr. Charles. We're going to do something to Leslie. And you're going to be the one to do most of it. Do you understand?"
He shook his head carefully up and down.
"Good ... because you're absolutely necessary for this operation...."
He wondered what it could possibly be.
He was really on fire now, hoping it was going to be as good as the last things he'd done.
Leslie was just so fuckable....
He couldn't get enough of her.
He just couldn't.
And now, as he waited to see what was going to be revealed to him, he felt his cock getting harder than ever ... harder than before, even.
And he just couldn't wait to see what was in store for him.
He had no idea it was going to be as good as it actually was.
He nearly fell down when he saw it. So incredible....
He looked at Leslie's mother, who was smiling, standing next to her achievement. "It's all for you," she said to him. "All for you. Are you ready?" Was he ready?
Was she kidding?
He was never so ready for anything in all his life.
This whole scene had long ago passed beyond the unbelievable, through the bizarre zone and out again on the other side.
And still, he wanted more....
So much more....
And he was going to get it....
Hotter and better than anyone else in that whole fucking school!
What kind of mother-daughter team was this, anyway?
Didn't they observe things like discretion? God, he hoped not....
And he hoped this wasn't some weird dream he was going to wake up from and realize that it was all over....
Please....
No....
Not that....
Anything but that....
Because it was just the best and the hottest time he'd ever had. Was he ready?
He'd show them, all of them, how ready he was....
He'd play the game for all it was worth, following all the rules, making sure that he did it just the way they wanted....
And then....
Then when it was time, he'd come so good....
like he'd make them come.
Yes....
That's the only way to do it ... Play and take charge.
He felt his balls working overtime as they filled up with his jism.
For all they were worth. He caught the look on Mrs. Scott's face. She knew just how he was feeling. After all, that was her talent, wasn't it? That, and getting him to feel like that.
EPILOGUE
Mrs. Scott had done quite a job on her daughter, and all for Mr. Charles. Well, almost all.
There was some form of pleasure she was obviously getting from disciplining her young, buxom daughter and turning her on to the darker side of her sexuality.
It must have been incredible, growing up in a house where your mother was a dominatrix ... and that set Mr. Charles's blood on fire.
Now, Leslie was strapped very efficiently into a chair, her legs tied down in such a way that her plump naked thighs were well spread and her hairy pussy open and waiting.
There were ropes around her everywhere, her tits, her stomach, her arms ... even her throat.
She didn't look frightened or anything like that.
Instead, she had a certain glow to her face, and that glow extended all the way down her pale skin to her stomach and legs.
In short, she was on fire, and really looking forward to what was coming next.
Her mother was standing next to her, with a hand gently on her shoulder, as if she were showing off her disciplined daughter.
"And now, Mr. Charles, since you've been such a good teacher, and for me today such a good student, I can think of nothing I'd rather let you do than discipline my daughter ... with this...."
As she said it, she produced a feather, a long, stiff pronged feather.
Mr. Charles's eyes lit up!
He couldn't believe it!
He was going to be allowed to feather the young girl!
It was the kind of fantasy-come-true he just couldn't believe. So good....
It was going to be so good.
And her mother was going to watch it all.
He was hard again, hard and throbbing, as if he hadn't had a hard-on in a year!
He moved closer and took the feather in his hand, holding it up in front of the girl!
Leslie's mouth opened slightly and she licked her lips.
Jesus, he thought to himself, she's really into it ... she's really going to like this! And so was he....
Mrs. Scott reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock, holding it lightly.
"Be a good boy," she said to him, "And I'll make sure that you're rewarded ... I promise...."
He took a deep breath and lightly ran the feather down both sides of the girl's face. "Ohhhh...."
He could tell he was getting to her. "You want me to do itto you, don't you, baby...."
"Yes," she said, softly, in the finest slave voice imaginable.
Now, he started to run the feather slowly down to her lovely teenage tits. "OHHHHHH...."
Leslie's sighing grew heavier, and her breathing rougher. She was blushing furiously now, and leaning her head down to watch the action.
She was going to be feathered, and she knew it! Now, he was lightly brushing her tits, easily letting just the tip to tickle her nipples. The effect was magical!
Suddenly, her body stiffened and she was starting to strain against her ropes.
"OHHHHH.. GOD.. OHHHH...."
He turned and looked at Leslie's mother, who sucked in her cheeks and gave him an approving smile.
Yes.
like that. Just like that.
He turned back to the girl, ready to give her the full measure of his attention.
Now, he pushed the very tip of the feather into the tip of her nipples, first the right and then the left, and watched as her mouth opened and closed in silent torture.
She was quickly reaching the point where she wasn't going to be able to take much more....
She was still feeling it, deep inside, when he began to bring the feather down further, along her smooth white stomach, heading straight for her pussy.
"No ... " she moaned ... "Not there ... please ... not there ... don't...."
She was straining in her chair, looking quite lovely, Mr. Charles thought, as she tried somehow to avoid that feather. But it was no use....
She was going to get it!
He wondered if she'd ever had this particular sort of torture before, if her mother had subjected her to it....
Whatever, he was going to do a complete number on her, go the whole route ... And he couldn't stand it ... He just couldn't.
Now, he was just above her hot snatch, working the strong tip between her damp curls. "Ohhh ... no ... no ... no...."
"Yes ... yes ... you're going to get it ... right in your pussy...."
He reached down with one hand and spread open the hot wet lips, exposing her deep pink and getting it nice and wet.
"Are you ready?"
"Ohhhh...."
"Are you? You have to tell me...."
"No...."
Her mother didn't like that. Quickly, she grabbed the back of the girl's head and yanked it back. "What did you say."
"I'm ... I'm...."
"Come on ... tell me...."
"Yes ... " she finally said, near to tears, trembling with what she knew was going to come ... the complete sexing of her pussy at the hands of the stiff feather.
It was a wonderful instrument of torture, and she knew it!
He was sure now that she'd been subjected to something like it before.
How else to explain her utter and complete agitation at his hands!
She was waiting ... waiting for him to put it in.
He was holding her luscious dripping pussy open, and she could feel the cool air invading her.
And then....
Then, the feather!
He pushed it in just a little.. Just enough to make her feel it, and as soon as it entered, he let go of her outer lips, burying it there, and making her hold it.
"HOHOOOOO...."
She was humping now, uncontrollably, pushing her hips within the very limited parameters allowed to her by the severe roping.
And loving it!
It was so obvious to Mr. Charles ... he couldn't get over how much she was enjoying this sophisticated torture!
But enjoying it she was!
Now he was really moving it in and out of her tight, wet pussy, making her moan and sob with the sheer delight.
"OHHHH ... YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY.. OHHH ... PLEASE.. PLEASE...."
He was loving this, and now, as he slowly pulled the feather out of her, he held it in the air and watched her face as it went through its various contortions.
"I'm going to work on your clit now," he said to her, and with that, his fingers got busy once more, spreading her pubic hairs to the sides, and using two fingers to open her wide.
Her clitty was hard and pumping, sticking out almost a full inch.
He looked at it, gazing with wet eyes as he watched her moving her hips all around....
She wanted it!
She needed it!
She was going to have to beg for it! "Come on ... what do you want, baby ... tell me what you want...."
"God...."
She was sobbing uncontrollably at the very thought of it.
"Come on ... tell me...."
"Please ... ohhhh ... please ... please...."
"I won't do it until you ask me...."
"My clit ... put the feather to my clit...."
Her mother moved behind her, her hands all over the young girl's face, caressing it and making it feel so good ... she was loving the way she was getting it, and now, Mr. Charles applied the wet point to the outer edge of her clitty, and held it there while he began to move it around.
"OHHHHH.. JESUS ... OHHHHH ... SO GOOD ... OHHH ... THANK YOU ... THANK
YOU ... THANK YOU...."
She was actually thanking him! He couldn't believe it!
But whether or not she meant it, or if it was just the soft encouraging caresses of her mother, it didn't matter. All that did matter was the way she was starting to hump her hips, the way she started to move.
So good....
It was so good....
She couldn't believe anything could be this good ... But it was.
There was nothing she could do about it. Nothing. And there was no way out. She was trapped!
Trapped ... and that made it feel even better.
She was going out of her mind ... if she wasn't allowed to come soon ... if she couldn't shoot her load, she was going to ... to have to do something!
She began to beg!
"Please ... please ... let me ... let me have it ... please...."
"What...."
"Make me cum ... make me cum ... " He smiled.
"And please ... fuck me ... fuck me please...."
He dropped the feather and raised his rampaging cock to her pussy.
He couldn't wait to put it to her.
She was so ready ... more ready than any woman had ever been in her life!
She was going to take his cock and really be grateful for it.
And that's what he liked ... that's what he really craved.
"Go on," her mother said to him. "Let her have it ... let her have it right between her legs ... I want to see you fuck her ... good...."
He looked up at the mother.
He still couldn't believe she was so interested in this.
And then, finally, he was ready. He was ready to do some hard fucking. He took a deep breath and began to slide the head of his cock into her hot, waiting pussy. Yeah!
It sucked him in like water through a straw!
She was so desperate for it ... she was so hungry for his prick that she sighed and cooed with delight, rolling her head from side to side, as her mother continued to stroke her cheeks.
She was getting it top and bottom, and loving it!
Loving the way it felt. And now....
Now, she gasped as he shoved that hot cock of his all the way up her pussy. God, but it was driving her crazy! Crazy!
And she didn't think she was going to be able to take much of it without coming. She really did want to come ... So hot....
She was so hot ... And burning for it.
"Come on ... fuck me ... fuck me good ... please ... come on...."
"Yes ... yes ... that's right ... I'm going to fuck you ... I'm going to fuck you so good...."
"Come on...."
And now, he was thrusting his hips hard, banging right up between her outstretched thighs, really doing a number on her.
He was loving the way she was responding ... just loving it, and knew that as his balls slapped up against her pussy, she was loving it!
She was humping gorgeously as she could feel him starting to get ready to come.
So good....
It was so good....
She wanted more....
Still more....
Now, as he watched her luscious face, he could see her mother sticking fingers into her mouth, making Leslie suck on them as if they were dicks!
What a mother!
What a daughter!
What a team!
There was nothing like this ... nothing he'd ever dreamed of. How could he have possibly known that that little girl in his classroom would turn out to be somebody like this!
It was too much to imagine!
He had to be the luckiest man who ever lived!
Now, as he continued to fuck, he got the urge to taste her tits.
He licked at his own lips and lowered his head so that his mouth could close in on one of her luscious nipples.
"MMMMMFFFFF...."
She let out a muffled cry.
Her body was completely engulfed now, with her mother's hands, his prick and his mouth.
God, how she loved this.
He could feel her letting go on his cock, over and over again, coming down hot and heavy, washing his prick with her fluids.
And now, his balls were contracting, hard, and he knew what that meant.
There was no mistaking it....
He was going to come....
He was going to shoot his load!
And her mother knew it.
She wanted to hear him scream as he came ... she wanted to hear the sounds coming out of his mouth....
Now, she yanked him by the hair, off her daughter's tit, and held his head back, smiling meanly as she watched his face go through it's own contractions.
"Keep on fucking," she said to him, easily, softly, making sure he didn't stop what he was administering with his prick to her daughter's hot pussy ... "Keep on fucking her ... that's right ... that's good ... that's so good...."
He obeyed, and soon he was shooting a deep load right up Leslie's hungry twat ... right into her womb....
"OHHHHHH ... OHHHHHH ... OHHHHHH
He knew that her mother was holding his head firmly in place, watching as he shot off ... watching as he gave her daughter the kind of fucking she so sorely needed!
