Human behavioral conduct is surely the most fascinating and complex of all subjects for the novelist. Too often, however, the subject is written about in half truths and less than half understanding.
In relatively modern times, D.H. Lawrence probed the minds and hearts of his characters to show the depth and strength of basic human sexual emotion and the control it exerts over human behavior.
In earlier generations of novelists, Englishmen Roger Charlton and Andrew Miller did so with a frankness and perception that would perhaps have caused Mr. Lawrence to blush a little.
Since the time of Charlton and Miller, students and scholars of literature have absolved all blame attached to them by Victorian moralists who called them dirty old men. They have been accepted as reporters of their eras and pioneers of the novel which goes beyond action and pseudo motivation, into the heart and the guts of man and woman.
In this novel, the author, who makes no pretensions of claim to the exalted status of the three authors mentioned, has set out to apply the approach of them to the modern novel about contemporary people, problems, morals and mores.
Not only are the characters in this book not unique, they are not even unusual. Whether the reader realizes it or not, he has met people such as Susan, Jane, Stanton, Jay, Matt and Marie.
They live in every town in North America and, indeed, all over the world. like all of us, they are guided by their basic emotions and needs as much as by their intellect, conscience, or the dictates of their churches.
This, then, is intended as an honest exploration into human behavioral conduct in contemporary man, woman, and adolescent. like any novel, it is also intended to have an entertainment value for the reader as well. Without that, it would be nothing but a medical text, rather dull reading at best.
CHAPTER ONE
Susan Acton removed her white satin garter belt last, as she always did. She held it for a moment, then dropped it onto the chair atop mini dress, bra and panties. She had dropped her nylons onto the bed since, having forgotten to buy more, she was going to have to rinse them out for the morning.
Instead of swearing when the telephone rang, she was thankful for it then, rather than two minutes later when she would be in the tub bathing so that she would be fresh for the date she hoped to have that night.
"Look Sue," the voice said furtively when she came onto the line, "I'm just not going to be able to make it after all."
She opened her mouth to protest, then closed it as she thought. There was nothing worse, she told herself, than a rejected love, or piece of tail, or whatever she had been to him, forgetting dignity and trying to hold on to something that appeared to be over.
Susan maintained her silence as he prattled on for a few more sentences, sounding very much like a grade seven student offering his excuses for not having done his homework.
In fact, Stanton Parker sounded much more like the young student he wasn't, than the forty-four year old vice-principal of the school where Susan taught English Literature I and II.
He swore she had been his first fling and that he was in love with her. During the months when passion flared, he was constantly telling her how, as soon as his youngest daughter graduated, he would divorce his wife and marry her.
Marriage didn't mean all that much to Susan. She had gotten along to the age of twenty-six without it. There had been many opportunities, since she was beautiful and very intelligent, but she wasn't willing to settle for anything less than the best.
For a while, Stanton seemed to be that, the best. He was a surprisingly good lover. He would stroke and kiss her teats until she was squirming, then, doing it the way she had taught him, he would remove her panties, cover her thighs and belly with kisses, then move his face right into the silken vee to kiss and lap her twat until she would come with a loud cry of joy.
Only then would he take his well proportioned cock in hand and slip it into her for a good fucking in any of the many positions she enjoyed and taught him. When that happened, he would make it last long enough so that, with luck and effort, she could time her next come to happen just when he was spurting his rich juice into her and groaning while his whole body trembled and jerked against her.
Nothing happened suddenly, it was a gradual change from ardent lover to nervous vice-principal, afraid that he would be found out by his wife or some member of the school staff, student body or, as she once told him with a trace of bitterness, the janitor's dog.
He wanted to keep it alive until he was free to marry her, but for the time being, he felt they should not see each other so often. It was getting too dangerous, his wife was acting suspicious.
"Sure, Stan," she had replied last night when they talked on the phone for a long time, "just when your pecker gets so hard that you either have to stick it in your wife or jerk it off in the can. That sounds very practical, but not terribly romantic."
"I wish you wouldn't talk like that," he had protested as he always did when she used frank terms to make a point.
"Of course, Stan," she lashed back, but kept her tone surprisingly gentle. "I can take your prick into my mouth or my cunt, but I mustn't say the words. Will your dear wife suck your cock for you tonight?"
She had given him a real verbal going over and had beaten him so thoroughly, that he had promised to discuss the whole thing in her apartment this evening.
"Come on, Sue darling," he pleaded, little boy like, "I really mean what I say about loving you. I can tell you're unhappy about me, but trust me. Tomorrow is Saturday, I'll come to your apartment in the morning and we can spend all day making love."
"I have an even better idea, Stanton darling. First thing in the morning, you go to a specialist and have your cock stretched and hinged, then bend over and stick it up your butt."
Before the man completed his gasp of horror, Susan put the phone gently down on the cradle, walked to the wide bed, laid down on her stomach and cried.
After a little while, she got up and walked, naked, into the kitchen to pour a drink. Bourbon wasn't exactly her most cherished drink, but it was all she had at the moment. Stan had not replaced the gin or vodka they drank up on his last couple of visits, but he made sure they didn't run out of bourbon.
Mixing it tall and strong, she carried the drink back to the bedroom and hoped it would be strong enough to keep her from crying.
As she passed the mirror, she paused to look at herself. "Dammit," she spat. "Friday evening and here I am, a young woman with a good figure, drinking alone in my crummy room."
In thinking of her figure as good, Susan was showing a rather alarming degree of modesty. The bra she had taken off wore a little label that said, among other things, thirty-eight-C. What it didn't say was that she really could get away without wearing it since her breasts were proud, firm beauties with always erect pink nipples which became more so at the slightest touch of hand or mouth.
Below that, her waist was a trim twenty-four inches just before it began flaring out to a nicely rounded tummy and a pair of ass cheeks that would make a teat man drool and a ass man go out of his mind.
Her thighs were big, woman big but firm, and sheathed in what was more silk than skin. Her legs were long and curved just right all the way down to softly curved ankles and perfect, pedicured feet.
The whole package measured five-foot seven and weighed, at last reading, one-thirty-three.
But while she used her good mind well, she used her lovely body at least as well. She had learned her first real lesson in sex at the age of seventeen when, after a necking session at the beach when she and her older boy friend had ducked away from the gang, he pulled down his trunks and showed her how hard his pecker was.
Instinctively, she took it into her hand and thrilled at the feel of pent up strength. When he told her how much better it would feel inside her cunt, she sensed somehow, that he was right.
He helped her off with her two piece suit, raved about her beauty, sucked her teats for a few moments, then he was lying on her and fitting his prick between the tender lips of her virginal cunt.
It hurt like hell and she had to bite her lips to keep from crying out. Because she didn't come, the whole thing was a disappointment, but later, he told her that it was always like that the first time and got better after a girl's twat got used to it.
Having endured the pain of the rupture of her cherry, Susan decided to try it a few more times in hopes that her boy friend was right. It did get better, and she reached the stage of enjoying a good fuck.
While she was at college, studying to be a teacher, Susan expanded her knowledge when her roommate, a young woman a year older than she, taught her about the girl game, including such pastimes as ride the thigh and dive the muff.
Susan liked that the first time around, but decided it could lead to trouble. She vowed to say no thanks in future and stick to making it with males in a way society considered more acceptable.
She did her best to stick to her resolution and slipped only a few times into pressing her face into a silken female crotch to eat pussy, or opening her legs to welcome, if with reluctance, some eager, beautiful face.
In her first year of teaching, she almost got married to a young teacher who taught in the same school. He took her out often but never tried to put the make on her. His kisses were interesting at times, but they didn't make her flip exactly.
He kept talking of how romantic he would be when they were married and how he enjoyed the thought of making love to her.
When they talked seriously of engagement, Susan found the wisdom to tell him that it is foolish for a couple to marry without discovering whether they had a proper sexual adjustment.
They were in her apartment at the time, and although he was obviously scared, she went about seducing him that very evening.
When it was over, he admitted what she had begun to suspect. He had never fucked a woman or even seen a female body before. All his experience had been with men. He was sure though, that marriage to her would cure this. Susan was equally sure it wouldn't, so she tipped his hat and allowed him to ride on into the sunset.
A few months later, he was discreetly dropped from the staff when caught having an affair with a sixteen year old male student. Susan shuddered at what could have happened had she married the man.
There were other affairs after that, but none of the men offered all the qualities she wanted in a husband. She knew she was setting the standards high, but she refused to lower them. If she married, she reasoned, then she wanted to do it just once and have it right. If she didn't, then that was all right by her. She would make her own life and make it to suit her--likes and her needs.
It all sounded fine, she told herself as she sat sipping her drink, but at the moment, it offered no consolation. The evening should have been good. Hungers had been building for too long a time and should have been satisfied, but that hope was dashed now and the hunger built a raw edge.
With it, came a rush of sexual images, nude bodies in the various acts of love began to writhe in her mind, her body began to feel the touches of hands, fingers began to slide up her thighs and play in her crotch.
Susan was surprised to look down and find that the fingers were her own. It was too late to stop, so she allowed her fingers to play with the too sensitive lips of her pussy, then gave a little groan of passion as a finger moved into her slit.
But it wouldn't be right, she warned herself. There had been many times when her finger sufficed nicely, but this time, she needed the feeling of a stout cock inside her, filling her and making her squirm.
Susan forced herself to get up and hurry to the dresser. Opening the drawer, she reached under a pile of sheets and picked up the candle. It was something she used only at special times, and this was a special time.
As she walked back to the bed, she caressed it in both hands. Already, it was becoming a cock, long and hard and smooth. It was a big candle, as big as any cock she had ever seen or felt.
On the bed again, the candle lying beside her, the phantom lover began to fondle her body. He did it well, as he caressed breasts and thighs fondly while whispering words of love and passion and raw sex.
"Oh yes, lover ... yes ... I'm ready for you...." Susan closed her hand around his strong, massive cock. "Oh, my darling lover, I'm so ready, I'll put it in for you ... oh, you're so big and long ... oh lover ... oh ... oh...."
While the fingers of her left hand parted the moist, pink lips, her other hand guided his prick and she felt the bigness of him forcing entry.
As she writhed in delicious surrender, the big cock pushed farther and farther into her cunt until she was filled. And then, he began to stroke, the smooth piston sliding in and out, spreading the thrill of the fuck through her entire body.
Through her flaring passion, she heard her lover tell in beautifully frank words of the beauty of her cunt and the sweet way she fucked.
And then, all too soon, the big moment was arriving. Her body tensed, poised high, and she was coming. In her delirious joy, she felt the man coming into her at the same moment, felt his hot, rich semen spurting deeply into her cunt and flooding her belly.
It was a wonderful come and went on and on.. Each time she thought it was finished, her body would twitch again, the moist walls of her cunt would close around the prick to squeeze it. Her little uncontrollable gasps continued until at last, her body fell back to the bed, limp, tired, but, at last, satisfied.
At the same moment, she withdrew the candle which was, again, a candle. The reality of it spoiled nothing for her. There are women who feel a sense of shame after masturbating, but Susan was not one of these.
A woman who didn't have a good lover, she believed, was a fool to settle for an inferior lover or to be ashamed of making love to herself.
Getting up from the bed, Susan looked at herself in the mirror as she stood with her feet wide apart. Pressing her hands along the tops of her thighs with just the tips of her beautiful fingers in her crotch, Susan swore she could feel the physical sense of well being with her fingers. It was a positive thing, a positive joy.
She had bought the candle, two of them in fact, in a gift package at a nearby church. At the time of purchase, she had hoped she looked pious enough to the thin lipped, sere old woman who sold them to her.
Susan had almost told the woman what she was going to use them for. The urge to do so, and to see the expression on the woman's face, had been strong, but she managed to resist.
Returning to the bed, she picked up the candle, dried it carefully, and returned it to the drawer.
"So long, lover," she said with a little grin. "I'll call you next time I need you."
Closing the drawer, she went into the kitchen, refilled her glass, and, still nude, walked into the living room and settled down with a good book.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan always enjoyed Monday morning. She knew many teachers who dreaded it as the beginning of another week and looked forward to nothing but Friday afternoon for a release from the grind for two days.
She had often told herself that if ever she reached that state, she would resign the day she became aware of it and get another job.
The high school at which she taught was one of that sprawling type which sprung up to serve the flood of post war babies who populated suburbia all over North America.
And they came in all varieties. Almost without exception, they had all the advantages of comfortable middle class, and, frequently, they showed a desire to reject everything. Not just conformity to school discipline, but the whole process of being educated, obeying any rules at all, employing any manners.
To some of the teachers, they were a bunch of punks. Given the authority, they would have booted the boys into the army for a couple of years to teach them a respect for discipline.
What they would have done with the girls, they didn't say, but Susan had a pretty good idea. She had seen many times, the way male teachers sneaked furtive glances at the smooth, girlish thighs under fashionably short skirts, the lush swells of pert young titties seductively covered in tight blouses, often with a button appearing to have come open by accident. There was not much doubt in Susan's mind as to what the intolerant old moralists would do with the girls if they could find the opportunity. They would fuck the firm young arses off them, then condemn them for being such immoral young creatures.
Her first class that morning was no better or worse than average. She worked with those who wanted to learn, and ignored those who wanted only to look smart by making smart-assed cracks.
She also ignored the boys who played drop the pencil so that, in picking it up, they could take a look up the skirt of some girl who, by accident or design, sat with her short skirt in such a position that she was showing the crotch of her panties.
The counterpart of these boys had played the same game when she was a student, she recalled.
Then, some of the girls played the game with equal dedication by keeping their panties in their purse so that the boy could have a visual treat of pussy.
That was usually as far as it went, they were cock teasers and intended giving the boys nothing more than a hard on. She wondered if it were still that way.
After her second class, Susan was free until after lunch. There was a temptation to take advantage of the long lunch period to go do some shopping, but the afternoon was a full schedule for her and there were test papers to be marked. By way of compromise, she went to the staff rest room for coffee. After that, she promised herself, she would get with the work that had to be done.
Exchanging greetings with the two teachers who were there when she arrived, Susan poured herself a cup of coffee and sat. As she did, she noticed that the female teacher who was talking casually with the man was sitting in much the same way as many of the female students did.
Her short skirt was pulled well up her thighs so that she was showing him nylon top, bare thigh, and the taut black suspender. Susan barely hid her grin as she wondered whether they were playing drop the pencil and whether he had a hard on.
The door opened and Stanton Parker walked in. Knowing how thorough he was, Susan was sure he knew this was a free period for her and that she would be in the staff room. She wondered how he would play it after her rejection of him on Friday, the rejection which had been so good that he did not phone her the next day.
"Hello Stanton," she greeted him casually, as did the others.
His reply was equally casual and Susan gave him credit. She wondered how he would have reacted had he met her alone in the room. While she thought of this, Susan noticed that the teacher had pulled her skirt into a more modest position when the vice-principal came in. It confirmed that the way she had been wearing it had been no accident at all.
Within a few minutes, the two others left and Susan was alone in the room with the vice-principal. She was pleased to find herself as at ease as she hoped she would be. This, she saw, did not apply to Stanton, He stood browsing through a magazine and she knew he wasn't reading at all.
Either he was trying to find words to talk to her, or was simply trying to look poised. Finishing her coffee, she carried the cup to the sink and turned to leave.
As she did, the man reached for her and caught her with both hands cupping her butt through her dress.
"No, Stanton," she said coldly, "you resigned from that department Friday evening."
As she spoke, she twisted away from him and started for the door.
"Susan, wait," there was a pathetic quality to his voice. "I love you, Sue, don't do this to me."
"If you love me, Stanton, then that's your problem. I don't love you. Perhaps I did once, when I thought you were a man."
Resisting the urge to say more, she opened the door, stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind her. There was a sound of finality about it. She had made clear to him that it was all over and closed the door on that chapter of her life.
She began to wonder who and when the next chapter would be, but remembered that there was work to be done and it was better to put such thoughts aside while she was in school. Later, alone in her apartment, they could be served with scotch and soda. It seemed more appropriate that way.
To her delight, the papers went well as her mind shut out thoughts of Stanton and of her personal life and she was able to concentrate well. She had hoped to clear up half of what remained, but instead, did all but a few.
She was just leaving the room and turning the corridor when she met Jane Bilton.
Jane was a first year teacher at the school, but at forty, she had been teaching for many years. Although she did not know the woman well, there were qualities about her that Sue liked. If it had not been for her affair with Stanton, which took up so much of her free time, Susan guessed she would have gotten to know the woman better.
"Oh, Susan, I'm so glad to run into you. Can you spare a few minutes to come to my room with me?"
"Sure thing, what's going on?"
"I have to strap a girl and you know the rule here about another teacher being present as a witness. I think it's a foolish rule, but what choice is there?"
As they walked to the room, Susan felt trapped. She did not use the strap, did not believe in it, yet she couldn't very well back out at this point.
The girl, it seemed, had been caught cheating on a test. Because her marks were poor generally, the test was critical. Failure on it, the standard punishment for cheating, could cost the student her year.
In the room, Jane closed the door behind them and Susan saw the frightened girl who stood by the teacher's desk with tears standing ready to flow. The waiting, Susan realized, must have been terrible.
Jane went to her desk at once, opened the drawer and took out her strap. It was the standard, black, composition strap, designed for maximum sting. What was not standard about it, Susan saw, was that it had been cut down at one end to provide a more convenient grip.
In a stern voice, the older teacher reminded the girl of her crime and made it very clear that the correct form of discipline was to give her a zero on the paper.
Beginning to sob then, the girl, who looked to be about fifteen, attractive and shy, admitted that it would mean failing her year.
"Then you do choose to accept a strapping as punishment?" Jane's eyes seemed to gleam as she asked.
"Yes."
Susan's heart went out to the unfortunate girl. It was obvious that she dreaded what was to come. She looked like a small, trapped animal and Sue wanted to cry with and for her.
"The maximum strapping I am permitted to administer is five on each hand. That is what I shall give you and they will be very hard. Hold out your right hand."
The girl did so and the hand trembled as the soft palm awaited the sting of the strap.
"A little higher," the woman commanded and the girl obeyed the command.
Susan heard a little grunt from the woman and the strap came down very hard. Jane, she saw, strapped as hard as any male teacher she had ever seen.
"Oh ... ooh ... hoo ... hoo..." the girl sobbed as she caught her hand with her other hand.
"Put your hand out and keep it out," Jane snapped.
Again the hand came up, the strap came down and the girl cried more loudly this time.
As the girl sobbed, tears running down her pretty cheeks, the teacher paused, delaying the next slap. Susan saw her big breasts rising and falling and recognized all the signs of sexual arousal.
Slowly, the teacher's hand rose, the strap held high for a few seconds, then came down hard. She was exacting the maximum of suffering for the girl and of enjoyment for herself.
But something was happening to Susan, something she did not fully understand or like. Her sympathy for the girl had passed and was being replaced by excitement. She had always dreaded being witness to a strapping, but this time, something in the way the woman was doing it built a sexual arousal in her.
And then, the girl, crying freely, was holding out the other hand. The process was the same, the strokes of the strap were spaced well apart. Each one was hard and carried with it a cruel bite which caused the victim to jump up and down as she cried with complete abandon. , The last terrible stroke delivered, the teacher put her strap down on the desk and, reaching for the girl's wrists, she turned both hands up to examine the palms. The crying girl did not even seem aware of what was going on. For long seconds, Jane's eyes gleamed with lust as she looked at the red palms.
Telling the girl that she could remain in the room until she composed herself, Jane also told her that before leaving, she could put the strap back into the upper left drawer of the desk.
Susan saw the sadism involved in leaving the strap where the girl could see it, then forcing her to handle it by putting it away.
"Are you going out to lunch?" Jane asked as they reached the hall.
"Yes. Care to join me?"
"Love to. If you don't have a special place in mind," Jane went on, "I know a quiet little spot not far away where we can have a drink without worrying about staffers catching us at it."
It seemed like a fine idea to Susan, so they walked to the parking lot where Jane had her little European car parked. A few minutes later, they were sitting at a table in a quiet place drinking vodka and tonic. In view of the strict rule at the school about drinking during the school day, vodka was the only possibility since there was no danger of breathing booze fumes on anyone.
"I'm sorry if the strapping disturbed you, Susan," the older woman said over her glass.
"It wasn't that bad. I guess it's just that I've never done it. Don't believe in it, I guess."
"I do. You saw that girl. Do you think she's--likely to try cheating again for a while?"
"I guess not," Sue agreed.
"Have you never given a strapping?" Jane asked with an intent expression.
"Never."
"On my first day teaching," Jane said with a pleased smile, "I strapped a ten year old girl. On my last day as a teacher, I shall strap someone else."
Because she was becoming too nervous about it all, Sue changed the subject and the woman went along with it. Still, although they talked of routine school things, Jane continued to wear an expression that seemed to be one of sexual content. It bothered Susan, yet there was something exciting about it.
Before they returned to the school, Susan heard herself agreeing to go home with Jane after classes and have dinner with her. It seemed innocent enough, and yet she was left with the feeling, as she returned to her classroom, that she was getting into something, something nameless but frightening.
When her students tumbled noisily into the room, she was able to turn her mind off her own troubles and return to the role of teacher.
The classes that afternoon were no better or worse than usual, and Susan felt she was functioning well enough.
It lasted until midway through the final class, when her mind stopped cooperating with her and began to drift back in the direction of the older teacher. There was something so strange about the woman.
Without quite knowing how, Susan got through the class and almost cried out when the final bell rang.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan was surprised to see that Jane lived in a house rather than an apartment. As the car rolled to a stop in the driveway, she commented on it.
"I like the privacy of a house rather than an apartment," Jane replied. "It doesn't cost much more than a good apartment, and the difference is worth it."
Inside, Sue saw that the place was well furnished, neat and well kept. At once, she saw an advantage to having a whole house rather than an apartment, but she balanced against it, the comfort and security of apartment living.
Jane poured a pair of drinks and they sat in the comfortable living room. They chatted easily and before long, Susan saw that her nervousness had departed and she wondered how she could have been nervous in the first place. There seemed no reason for it.
Susan was shocked at her own words, but she heard herself bring the subject back to strapping.
"Isn't it true that you really enjoy strapping, Jane?" she asked.
"Of course it is. I've met many teachers who would rather strap than eat. In fact, that's the reason I became a teacher."
Startled, Susan asked if the woman was serious.
"Of course I am. In the high school I attended, strapping was fairly frequent and was usually done right in front of the class. Every time I saw a student, especially a girl, getting a strapping, it would get me right in the crotch. I swore I'd become a teacher and find out what it was like to use a strap."
"And what you found out, you liked?" Susan said with a little grin.
"Wrong. What I found out, I loved."
"And that was on your first day of teaching?"
"No," Jane grinned delightedly, "that was in my last year of high school."
"You're kidding."
"Not a bit. like many of the girls, I'd had a few experiences. This one guy was dying to get into my panties. I'd neck with him and let him get almost there, then slam the door.
"One day, I got a bright idea. I met him after class and told him tonight's the night, on condition that he find a way to steal a school strap and bring it with him.
"We drove out into the sticks as usual and I could see I had him. When we got there, I took off my dress and slip right away. We were standing in a grassy spot well back in the bush. He almost flipped when I told him what my price was, but there was no way he was going to back out and miss what I had in my bra and panties. I could see him drooling.
He stripped naked and I saw his cock standing up like a pole and throbbing. I gave him five on each hand and made him cry. I almost went off in my pants while I was doing it. He collected his reward, but I was squirming so much under him that he really had to work for it."
"Did you get any other chances?" Sue asked with an eagerness that surprised her.
"I didn't get them, I made them. Not long after the first strapping, I discovered that gals could have a ball without boys. There was one chick who really wanted me."
The frankness with which Jane spoke about lesbianism surprised Susan, yet it did not upset or bother her.
"This time, I stole the strap. We went to her house one evening when her parents were out. We both peeled down to bra and panties and I let her play with me until she had smoke coming out of her crotch. I showed her the strap."
"How did she react?" Susan wanted to know.
"I could have threatened to work her over with a knife and she'd have said yes. She cried right from the first slap. I made it slow like I did with the girl today. Before I finished, I actually had a climax. I had a couple more with her after that."
Jane was determined to keep the subject where they had brought it, and Susan did not resist at all. An excitement had swept over her and showed no sign of easing off.
"Christ," Jane said with passion, "if only we were allowed to take those kids over the lap for a bare butt spanking. What a joy that would be."
"Have you done it?" Susan asked with growing eagerness she could not control.
"Plenty of times. Once, I caught a girl student in a real jam. I made her visit my house one evening, laid it on the line, and she had no choice. She was a little honey of fifteen. She stripped bare naked and came over to my lap.
"I gave her a honey of a hand spanking, then finished it up with the strap on her butt. You should have seen it bounce. Haven't you ever played the spanking game?" Jane asked without warning.
"Just once, during an initiation."
"Did you like it?"
"I don't know. There were a bunch of girls around and I was nervous."
"It can be a lot of fun. There's a nice tingle for a long time after. You get so horny you go wild. I'll bet you have a beauty of a ass, Susan."
Only then did Sue realize that the woman's arm had been around her for a long time and that she was being drawn over her lap. Desire filled her as her mind fought it, or tried to.
Her dress and slip were being pulled high up her back, the strong hand was fondling her buttocks through the nylon panties, and she knew that she was not going to be able to break away.
And then her panties were being drawn slowly down so that her butt was completely bare. It had been a long time since a woman had taken her panties down. She had planned on not allowing it to happen again, but it was good, much too good to stop.
"I knew you would have a beautiful ass, darling," the woman was saying in a husky whisper. "I'm going to warm up those lovely cheeks, then I'm going to eat them. I'll eat something else too," she added as her hand moved into Sue's crotch and found it both willing and warm.
"You're warm, baby," she went on as her fingers probed the tender lips of the young woman's cunt. "You really want it, don't you?"
"Yes."
"All of it?"
"Yes, yes ... anything. I can't stand it."
"Ready, baby, here it comes on your beautiful ass. I'll make you cry, then I'll go down on you and make you sing."
She began spanking then and she spanked hard. Susan felt the fires glowing and growing with each hard slap, she heard her cries, loud and pleading, yet she felt nothing but wild arousal, the wildest she had ever known.
Her ass had never been spanked, not even as a child, and she had no idea it could be like this. The harder Jane spanked, the more her ass burned, the wilder became the lust which raged within her and demanded satisfaction.
And then the spanking stopped, she felt her burning cheeks being clutched, she heard her own cry and then was being turned over.
The face was warm and urgent as it came into her crotch, the lips were greedy as they fastened onto her cunt and then she was being sucked. Oh how the woman could suck.
Strong arms wrapped around her as she rocked through the wild climax, then lay panting. For a little while, the arms went away, then there was one hand on her again rubbing with warmth and beautiful tenderness.
Raising her upper body on her arms, Susan looked down and saw that Jane had pulled her own panties down, raised her skirts and was fingering her own slit. Seconds later, she came and her face fell into Susan's crotch while her whole body jerked and twitched and her hot breath added new heat to the well lapped crotch.
"Let's go into the bedroom where it's more comfortable," the older woman said as she took Sue's hand and helped her to her feet. At the same time, she bent and picked up Susan's discarded panties.
In the bedroom, Jane began undressing. When she stripped her girdle and nylons off, she was naked. Sue had already taken her dress, slip and bra off. Only her garter belt and nylons remained, but Jane stopped her from taking them off.
Instead, she pulled Susan down onto the bed, told her what lovely teats she had, and began fondling and sucking them.
"Oh what nipples," she panted, "I could suck on them forever." Her mouth closed over one of them and threatened to do just that, but Susan didn't care if it never stopped.
"Don't you want me to go down on you?" Susan asked in a breathless whisper.
"Just take it easy, baby, relax and let me do all the work. I like it."
Sue was disappointed to see that she had come up with a straight butch, but it didn't spoil things for her. Instead, she surrendered herself completely and fondled the woman's strong smooth thighs and buttocks as she felt the rocket beginning to go up again.
She was approaching her exploding point again when Jane stopped for a moment, opened a drawer of the night table and withdrew another strap.
"Stand up, darling," she said in a husky whisper. "We'll play a little, then I'll go down on you again and drive you wild."
Susan didn't want to be strapped, but she was powerless in the presence of the dominant woman. She found herself on her feet watching in fascination the heaving of the woman's massive breasts as she waited to begin the strapping.
Jane gave her two on each hand, then guided her to the bed and laid her down on her tummy. "Oh no, Jane," she sobbed, "not my ass with that strap. I'm too sore."
"For this time, baby, just one on each pretty cheek so you can taste it."
There was to be no argument. A strong hand pressed down on the small of her back, there was a quick intake of breath, then the strap slapped. A fire exploded in the right cheek of Sue's butt, but again, although she cried out, there was more pleasure than pain.
There was a pause, then the strap came down diagonally across the other cheek. Again Susan cried out, but it was only a moment before her cry turned into a passionate sigh.
Jane had lowered her face and was bathing her ass cheeks with kisses. Her tongue licked and her lips nibbled. Susan had never had her ass so thoroughly kissed and licked and she found it thrilling, much more so than she would have imagined possible.
After a little more kissing, the woman drew the glowing cheeks apart and began licking up and down Sue's smooth crack. She had never felt a tongue in there before, but there was an even greater thrill to come as she felt the woman's tongue begin to prod and push at her hole.
The woman went on tonguing her hole until Susan was crying for something more. Understanding, the woman turned her over, stared for a moment into the crotch Sue presented to her, then began lapping her again with the same greedy efficiency as before.
As before, it required only a little lapping with the greedy tongue working on her clitoris, before Sue's butt heaved up off the bed and she came again.
After a little while, they began to talk. Although the woman didn't want to be dived, she was playing in her crotch with her finger and Sue knew she was looking for another climax.
When Jane achieved it, she made not a sound except for her labored breathing. When her breathing returned to normal, Jane suggested that they go back into the other room for another drink.
Nude, they walked hand in hand from the bedroom, and after drinks had been poured, sat on the couch and resumed talking.
During an intimate conversation, Susan learned that the woman did not like to be spanked or sucked. She wanted to do everything and found what satisfaction she wanted by fingering herself.
"That's the way it's always been for me," she said with the same frankness she had displayed all the way. "I can't get worked up about a man at all. It has to be a woman or a girl, a beautiful one like you.
"Then," she went on, "I become the man. I do everything and all she has to do is enjoy it and show me she's enjoying it."
"Haven't you ever been sucked?"
"One guy did it to me. It wasn't bad, but with a femme, I never even think of it. It would upset the roles somehow, I suppose."
"If you ever want to try, Jane, let me know. I enjoy going down."
"I'll tell you," Jane assured her although at the same time, her tone indicated that it was not--likely to happen. "You will come back, won't you Sue, darling," Jane said as she held Susan warmly against her.
"Yes, Jane, I'll come back." Susan said the words with tears in her heart and her voice.
She had turned her back on lesbianism a long time ago in fear that she would like it too much and get hooked on it. Now, she knew, this one exciting experience had done that and she was very hooked.
"I'll always beat you when you come here, you know," Jane said confidently.
"Yes. I know."
"Your ass is very beautiful. I enjoy spanking it with my hand and beating it with my strap. It makes you very horny too, doesn't it, dear?"
As she spoke, she was drawing Susan partly over her and fondling the nether cheeks which were still warm from the previous spanking and strapping.
"Yes, Jane. It makes me so horny that I go right out of my mind. I didn't know spanking could be like that. It's all new to me."
"You're young, dear. You have much to learn and I'll teach it to you. Perhaps some day, I'll get a student in a spot where she has to come here and accept a spanking from me. You will be in the closet watching and as soon as she leaves, I'll go down on you. You will love watching a teenaged girl being spanked on her bare butt. It's almost as much fun watching as doing it.
Still naked, they prepared dinner together as they sipped drinks and chatted. After they ate, they relaxed with coffee for a little while, then returned to the bedroom.
This time, the woman lay on her tummy and allowed Susan to fondle her big butt and firm thighs. Sue gave her one spank and it felt good, but the woman made her stop.
In a little while, Jane got up, stretched Susan out on the bed again and went down on her. She gave her another great climax. After a brief rest, Susan got dressed and went home.
That evening, Sue drank a little more than usual. She was afraid of what she had gotten into and guessed that she did not have either the strength or the desire to get out of it.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day at school was a rough one for Susan. After a bad night's sleep, during much of which she faced the dread of life as a lesbian, she was unable to shake the feeling which persisted.
It was not that she felt the act in itself was immoral or evil or perverted; rather, what bothered her was the sure and frightening knowledge that society rejected lesbianism and would not, in her lifetime, accept it.
If word reached the school authorities, it would be the end of her job. Depending on how they chose to handle the situation, it could also be the end of her career as a teacher.
The only ray of hope seemed to be in breaking off the forbidden affair right now, before the hooks got too deeply into her. And yet, she knew she was being a fool if she allowed herself to believe that she could do it.
The hooks were into her already, warm silken hooks and she knew she wouldn't have the strength to pull them out if she tried, assuming she would try at all.
The memory of the late afternoon and evening session with Jane, burned strong and powerfully. There were so many pleasant memories of their hours together; the erotic talk, the prelude to seduction as Jane drew her over her lap and lowered her panties, the masochistic thrill of the spanking, and later, the strapping, the climax with the hot mouth in her crotch. All these things told her she had enjoyed it all too much. Even though she had forseen the danger, she had fallen into it before she knew what she was doing.
It became clear to her then that it had been no accident. Jane had deliberately seduced her, as simply and surely as if she were a teenager who didn't know the score. And yet, even knowing this, there was no anger.
Instead, it rather added to the thrill. Jane had clearly considered her beautiful and something to be desired. Having established that, then her seduction became a logical thing. No, she told herself, she would have to take the blame for it herself. It would be childish to pin the blame on her seductress, and Susan had outgrown childishness a long time ago. She wouldn't attempt to use it as a fool's refuge now.
Before her first class had passed the twenty-minute mark, Susan realized that with the sure instinct of children, the class had spotted that she was in trouble. Not only was this class going to give her a hard time, but the word would be fed through the grapevine and every class would be prepared for a game of ride the teacher.
Cursing herself for having given them the opportunity, Sue tried to fight her way out of the slough, but it wasn't easy to achieve and they were doing their best to prevent it.
The assignment papers had been gathered and piled neatly on her desk. The students, those who weren't too busy talking in whispers that they did not really try to conceal, were bent over their books either preparing for the final portion of the class discussion of Nelson Algren, or day dreaming behind their books.
As usual, she used the lull to look through the assignment papers. Sue was doing it in a detached manner until one sheet of paper caught her attention and froze her.
It was written in block letters in red ink, and it was crudely done. She forced herself to read it.
SUE BABY
I WOULD SURE LIKE TO FUCK YOU UP THE CUNT. I BET YOU GOT A BEAUT. MAYBE I WOULD SUCK IT FIRST AND SUCK YOUR TEATS AND PLAY WITH YOUR NICE BIG ARSE. I GOT A GOOD COCK AND I WOULD LOVE TO PUSH IT UP YOUR HAIRY CUNT. I AM JERKING OFF NOW JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU.
The revolting note jolted her out of her mood and she came up fighting mad. No class would get at her today, she knew. It had been rough medicine, but it had worked.
Calling for attention, she opened the discussion. When the first student, one of the older boys, decided he could get away with it, he set out to take the teacher for a ride.
"How come," he asked seriously, "you can say what you like in books, but if we say shit or fuck in class the teacher gets all upset?"
"You wouldn't be intelligent enough to understand, John. Please try to find enough intelligence to report to the office for detention at once."
He had gotten the reaction he was looking for from the class, but her composure caught him off guard. He looked very uncomfortable as he slouched out of the room.
"Now then," Sue said as she looked around the room, "those who are interested in learning may proceed with the discussion. Those of you who consider school merely a resting place on your way to a life of idiocy, may leave."
All stayed and the remainder of the class period went off like clock work. They had gotten the message, and Susan played it out with a firm but reasonably hand. She wondered how long it would take the grapevine to spread the word that she wasn't to be messed with this day.
After her class, she stopped off at the school psychologist's office. He was free at the time, so she handed him the note.
"You may want to add this to your little collection of goodies," she grinned as she handed him the note.
Looking at it, he grinned back. "Well," the man commented with mock seriousness, "he does have the ability to express himself. Any idea who it is?"
"None in the world."
"I'll get a copy of the class list and put it in the 'watch for' file."
"Will it do any good?"
"Will anything anywhere ever do any good?" he asked without rancor. "Still, he did it once, he'll do it again. Perhaps we'll be able to pin him down. Thanks for bringing it in, Sue."
With a shrug, she left and went to her next class. It was just one more incident that was par for the course in the life of a teacher. A few of the students wanted to learn, but there were so many who could be given nothing more than custodial care.
In some schools, she knew, these types were rounded up and dumped into the care of two-fisted teachers who could keep them under control, but in her school, the policy was to spread them around and permit them to disrupt all classes.
She had introduced the subject once at a staff meeting, but both the principal and the vice-principal looked at her as if she had come out from under a wet rock. Most of the teachers, even those who agreed with her, were politic enough not to back an unpopular course.
Susan got through the rest of her classes with only an average amount of trouble. She handed out a few detentions, but her control was never threatened. She couldn't help but think of the irony of having been saved from a bad day by an aroused and obviously disturbed boy who had sat last evening playing with himself as he wrote the note and later jerking off at the thought of her.
She was not unduly concerned over the thought of the boy switching from written to physical expression of his pent up troubles. Every teacher she knew had gotten some such notes or telephone calls, but few had been actually attacked, and, as bad as the school was, it had never happened there to her knowledge.
That day set a pattern for the rest of the week. Late on Friday, during her final class, Susan faced the fact that she had to see Jane again. They had spoken a few times during the week, but there had been no mention of what they had done that first time or when they would do it again.
Hurrying from her room after the last class, she went directly to Jane's room and found her packing her briefcase for an early departure.
"Hello, Susan," she said with a warm smile. "Did you come for a chat?"
Angry with herself for acting like a dumb child, Sue blushed and feared she would stammer as she tried to regain self control.
"I ... I just wondered if you were doing anything this evening."
"I hope to be, if you're suggesting a visit. Is that it?"
"Yes."
"I have a much better idea, dear. Why don't we stop off at your apartment, you pick up a few things and spend the weekend with me?"
"All right," Susan replied in a tone that was one of surrender rather than excitement.
"You don't sound enthusiastic now, dear," the older woman said gently, "but that will come in a little while."
"Yes Jane, I know it shall."
They walked out of the school together and it was all Sue could do to keep from taking the woman's hand. They drove to her apartment and Jane came in with her.
Inside the apartment, Susan suggested a drink and Jane quickly accepted. As she poured them, she hoped that the woman would not decide to spank her in the apartment. She would submit, she knew, but she was terrified that the neighbors would hear. It was not difficult to understand, knowing what she did of Jane's proclivities, why the woman wanted a house rather than an apartment. Her games were thrilling, but they were also noisy.
Carrying their drinks, the two women walked into Sue's bedroom. Getting a small bag out of the closet, she began to pack the things she would require for the weekend. While she went about her tasks, the older woman sipped and looked around the room.
"You have a nice place, dear," Jane observed, "and you do take good care of it."
"What else can an old maid do?" Susan asked with a grin that didn't quite come off.
"Lots of things, dear," the woman smiled, "but we shall learn more about that over the weekend, won't we?"
Idly, Jane picked up the attractive cardboard box from the top of the dresser.
"May I?" she asked as her hand touched the cover as if to open it.
The look on Susan's face was enough to tell the woman what she would find in the box.
"Where is the other one, Susan?" she asked as she looked at the one big candle nestled in the box that had been designed to contain two.
"In the drawer," Susan said with her head bent in shame.
"Show it to me."
Nervously, Susan walked to the dresser, opened the lower drawer and, reaching under the sheets, produced the candle. Taking it from her without comment, the woman ran it through her hands in an erotic way.
She moved her hands then and held one end of the candle against her, just where the cock would be if she were a man. With her other hand, she clasped the candle loosely and began to make an erotic movement as if she were masturbating.
"Bring it with you, Susan," she said calmly as she dropped it onto the bed beside the suitcase.
Without comment, Susan placed the candle carefully among her clothes so that it would not be damaged. She felt a complete sense of failure. Not only had she not been able to find and hold the kind of man she wanted, but now she was wallowing in lesbianism. Worse, she was there not as an equal, but as a slave, unable to resist the pull of the dominant Jane.
Knowing that cursing herself wouldn't help she didn't try it. Instead, she closed the suitcase, set it down on the floor by the bed, and, picking up her glass, drained it in two drinks.
Before she could pick up her suitcase, Jane caught her by both arms and held her firmly, yet not in a way that would hurt.
"Listen dear," she said forcefully, "we'll be at my place in a little while. You'll be all right then. Just turn off all that tension now and we'll go."
Susan didn't reply, but she smiled and patted the strong thigh. Together, they left the apartment, returned to the car and drove to Jane's house.
CHAPTER FIVE
On the way to Jane's house, Susan told her about the note. While the older woman too, felt it was just a case of a disturbed boy with a hard-on for a teacher or for the world at large, Susan could see that behind the light facade, the woman felt some concern.
"This ties in with my attitude toward beating and punishment generally," Jane said as she became more serious. "Sure there are lots of disturbed kids around you that need medical help and aren't going to get it."
"Surely, Jane, you don't think you're going to cure a boy of this age by spanking him."
"No, not now. All you do now is hope he'll stick to pulling his wire and leave people alone. My point is that kids should learn the rules over mommy's lap with her hand or the back of a hairbrush slapping home the law into bare arses."
"I'm not sure I agree, Jane. There are other ways of training children if the parents care enough. As long as parents allow the TV set to babysit and train children, I don't think any amount of spanking would make any change in the young people."
"Maybe you're right. Maybe we should spank the parents instead."
"Would you like to volunteer for the job?" Susan asked with a grin.
"like to? You have to be joking. They could hire a hall and send me all those silly little suburban wives and their buttoned down husbands, bare arsed every one, a hundred at a time."
"You wouldn't be able to complete the job, dear," Susan laughed.
"If you doubt my abilities in that direction, my dear, I may convince you before the weekend is over."
"I didn't mean it quite that way, Jane. What I meant is that you'd collapse from the exertion of all that climaxing while you were spanking all those pretty bums."
"Maybe so, but what a wonderful way to go. Imagine coming yourself to death. Speaking of that sort of thing, Susan dear, how does your pretty ass feel?"
"Neglected," Susan said with a grin of challenge.
"Twist around a bit and show me."
Giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, Susan turned in the seat, flipped her skirt and slip up, and raised to allow her friend to look. Her transparent white nylon panties covered little more than half the lush cheeks and did not really do that every efficiently.
"I see what you mean, darling," Jane said as she ran a hand over the panties and patted lightly. "Those lovely cheeks do look pale."
"Do you think anything can be done to put color back into them?" Susan asked with a serious expression.
"I'll think about it between now and the time we get to the house. Perhaps I'll come up with something."
There wasn't much time for thinking since Jane turned the car onto the street where she lived just then, but she really didn't need time to think of the cure and both were excited as they anticipated the treatment that would bring that color to the cheeks of Susan's butt.
Just as she was hooked on lesbianism, perhaps more so, Susan was hooked on being spanked. Not just by a woman, a man, one with the proper air of authority would be fun too, she thought.
The previous night, she had masturbated during a long fantasy during which the principal had scolded her and she was ordered to bare her behind and lie over his lap. When he finished spanking her with his hand, he made her assume a bent over position as he removed his belt, doubled it, and strapped her with it.
After the fantasy, after she masturbated to climax, Susan felt better in more ways than one. What excited her, was the realization that the fantasy involved a man rather than a woman. Perhaps, she thought, I am not completely a lesbian after all. Perhaps there is hope.
But then the car was turning into the driveway and she was quite pleased to be a lesbian as she thought of what was just ahead.
A minute later, they walked into the house. As soon as the door closed behind them, Susan was swept into the woman's arms for a passionate kiss.
"Do you want to start right away?" Susan asked as she drew a little away from the woman.
"No. Let's relax with a drink for a little while. We both know what's going to happen, but it will be more fun if we tease ourselves by waiting for it. We do have the whole weekend ahead of us."
Susan was pleased with the arrangement. That was really the way she wanted it too. Jane poured a pair of drinks and they sat on a comfortable couch in the living room. It was made more comfortable by the recollection that this was the couch on which she had received her first real spanking.
Crossing her legs, Susan pulled her skirt a bit higher than necessary.
"I should have at least a quick shower first," Susan said as she took the glass away from her mouth. "After all, I've been wearing these clothes all day."
"Don't worry about it, dear. The first time, I'll want to eat you just as you are. Having been covered in nylon all day, your pussy will have an extra tang."
"It's so exciting to talk like this, Jane. You can't know how it thrills me."
"Maybe I can. I love telling a woman what I'm going to do to her later."
"Tell me, Jane," Susan said eagerly, anxiously, "don't you get anything at all out of having a woman dive you?"
"I don't know," Jane shrugged uncomfortably, "it's just that I never feel in the mood for it. I don't have anything against it, really."
"Sometime during the weekend, would you let me do it to you once? It's been so long since I went down on a woman that I've forgotten what it's like."
"Of course, darling. I don't promise I'll always let you do it, but once in a while, why not? I don't want to be selfish with you, darling."
Sipping at her drink again, Susan felt even more aroused as she thought of how it would be when the bigger woman lay back and she paused with her face in her crotch for a moment before her lips pressed against the sensitive cunt lips and her tongue stole inside to lap. It really had been a long time.
"Tell me about the last time a woman went down on you?" Susan asked, arousal beginning to take control of her.
"About a year ago now, I guess," Jane replied easily. "She was a sweet little thing of twenty-two or so, a first year teacher. She liked the game where I would order her to suck my twat. She would refuse, and I would take her over my lap and spank her until she did it. After that, I'd bring her off three or four times in a row without my face leaving her crotch."
"It sounds like fun."
"I'll give you a try at it over the weekend, sweet. It may even feel good being lapped after all that time."
There was a lull in the conversation then, and both women knew it was time to commence what they had been stalling for so long. They put their glasses down.
"Stand up in front of me, Susan," the woman's tone moved into gear instantly. She was the stern teacher and at once, Susan became the nervous little girl. "Put your hands behind your back and bow your head." Susan obeyed.
"I have been waiting for you to come to me all week, Susan. Why did you make me wait until Friday?"
"I'm sorry, Miss."
"Answer the question. Why?"
"I ... I was afraid, I guess."
"Afraid of what, Susan? Be more specific."
"I was afraid you would take my panties off and suck my little cunny."
"Why are you afraid of that?"
"My mummy says it's a bad thing to do."
"Indeed? Your mummy was here last night. She took off not just her panties, but all her clothes. Then she laid down on this couch, opened the lips of her cunt and begged me to go down on her and suck her off."
"I ... I didn't know."
"I'm going to make you know a lot of things, Susan, but first, I'm going to punish you. Strip off all your clothes except your garter belt and nylons."
While Susan did as she was told, the older woman took her dress and slip off. She looked stunning in a black bra which held her big breasts high and firm looking, and a black Lycra girdle which moulded the lower portion of her full body beautifully. Suspenders contrasted nicely with the white, firm thighs. Her nylons expanded fully to caress her thighs.
"Come with me, Susan. I want to show you something."
Obediently, Susan followed her into the bedroom where the woman told her to stand in front of the full length mirror.
"Turn now, Susan and look at the reflection of your ass."
With the same thrilling obedience, Susan twisted until she told Jane that she could see her ass.
"Notice how your garter belt frames the cheeks, Susan. See how white they are. As punishment, I am going to make you lie over my lap and I shall spank you until that whole area is red. Do you understand, Susan?"
"Oh please Miss, don't spank me. My poor ass is very sensitive."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Susan. It means you will cry very loudly while I am spanking you. I love to hear little girls cry when I spank their bums."
There was a chair beside the bed and Jane sat on it.
"Come now Susan. Lie across my lap with your ass up for a spanking."
Susan played the game beautifully. She was a sobbing, frightened little girl who knew her ass cheeks would soon sting under a slapping palm.
Wrapping her strong left arm around the young woman, Jane scolded her as she adjusted the victim just right so that her lovely buttocks curved prominently just to her right.
Jane began to spank then and at the same time, Susan commenced crying and kicking her toes against the carpet. Both the crying and the spanking went on for a long time.
And then it was over and Susan was standing in front of the mirror looking at her thoroughly spanked buttocks. The sight was so thrilling that she couldn't resist the urge to rub the red cheeks with both hands. There was a delicious tingle under the silken skin of the cheeks and it seemed to transmit itself into her hands as she held and squeezed a little.
"Come to the bed now, Susan," the strong voice commanded. "You will lie down and open your legs so that I may suck your cunt."
It was not difficult for Susan to look afraid. Trembling with desire, her eyes filled with tears, she looked meek and completely subdued as she walked to the bed, lay on her back with her tingling butt close to the edge, and drew her long, sleek legs up and over her.
In that pose, she presented a delightful panorama of spanked butt and cunt to the woman who quickly dropped to her knees.
A moment later, strong hands held Susan as the hungry mouth fastened onto her twat and the rough tongue began to lap her burning slit. Susan came very quickly.
"Do you want another one, darling?" Jane asked after a couple of minutes of continuing to kneel before the perspiring woman.
"Oh yes, please."
"Just one moment, dear. I want to take my girdle down first."
Rather than just taking it down, Jane stood and stripped it right down to her ankles. It and the nylons came off quickly and she knelt with her knees well apart, her crotch open to admit her hand.
As her mouth returned to Susan's crotch, she slipped a finger into her slit and began to work on the two of them at the same time.
After dinner, which they prepared and ate while wearing bra, panties, garter belts and nylons, they sat sipping drinks and listening to music. Their tastes in classical music were very similar so that it was a most enjoyable evening.
It was almost nine when Jane asked Susan about the candle. Completely relaxed, Susan told of how she made a prick of it from time to time and found it quite satisfying when she did.
"I used to use a candle years ago," Jane replied. "I just drifted out of the habit, I suppose."
"Would you like me to use it on you?" Susan asked gently.
"I think I would, dear. First though, get me well worked up.
"I will, darling," Susan promised as she hurried to get the phallus from her suitcase.
Returning with it, she saw the older woman's eyes light up as she held it, cock like, against her crotch as she came to the couch.
"When you give it to me darling," Jane's voice began to show clear indications of passion, "I'll kneel up and you shove it into me from behind, dog style. That way, I won't see it. I haven't been fucked by a man in more than ten years. Tonight, for some crazy reason, I want to be fucked until I come."
Susan put the candle down then and gathered the woman into her arms. For a long time, they kissed and she kept her hands moving over the woman's body as she whispered of how she was going to take her bra off and suck her teats, then take her panties off and fuck her.
"My prick is big and hard, darling," she whispered in passion. "It will fill your cunt and make you cry for joy."
And then she had Jane's bra off and fondled one teat as she sucked the other greedily while the woman squirmed with aroused lust.
"There now," Susan said, "just lift your ass a bit higher so I can get your pretty panties off and look at you before I fuck you."
The big, firm butt came up off the couch and Susan was gentle as she peeled the body-warmed nylon panties down off her butt and down her thighs. In a moment, she was taking off Jane's shoes.
At once, her hand moved between the big thighs and found a warm, wanting cunt. Slipping her fingers inside, she found moisture and spread it around so that the big, sensitive lips of Jane's twat were moist and ready to admit the cock for her fucking.
"Kneel up now darling," Susan said as she picked up the candle, "I'm going to give it to you from behind. Tell your hot cunt to get ready to be fucked."
As she knelt in position and looked at the candle, Susan saw the big arched butt twitching in anticipation.
"Here it comes, baby," she panted. "Feel my cock coming into you. I'm hard, baby, I'm going to fuck the sweet butt off you."
With a little jab, she fitted the end of the candle into Jane's slit. She trembled at the groan of lust it evoked in the woman who had not been fucked in so many years. With another push, she fed her about two more inches and brought another groan from Jane.
Feeding the artificial prick in a couple of inches at a time, Susan went on until she estimated that Jane had about seven inches of it in her snatch.
"Now baby," she panted, making her voice as deep as she could, "brace yourself for a good fucking."
Slowly then, she worked the thick candle in and out of the hot, wet cunt. Jane's butt picked up the rhythm as she cooperated with her waxy lover and heaved back to meet each stroke.
"More," Jane panted, "give me more, lover. Tear me in two with your cock. Oh, drive it to me my darling lover."
Susan drove it to her and found herself going wild as the woman's passion mounted toward the breaking point.
And then, Jane threw her head back and emitted a wild cry of completion. With it, Susan pushed the candle in to ride out the storm. With a shock, she realized that Jane, groaning and panting, had at least nine inches of the hard candle inside her cunt.
Later, as they lay on the couch after Susan had lain on her back while Jane fucked her with the candle, Jane told her the story of how she had become a lesbian.
She was twenty-three and madly in love with a young teacher a few years older than she. Less than a month before their wedding day, they got carried away with passionate necking and found themselves making love.
Jane had done it a few times before and so had he, but he was conservative in his approach. He declined to even kiss her breasts or touch her cunt with his hand.
"I was so horny by then, that I forced his hand into my crotch. I should have realized that I was terrifying him, but I was in no shape to think about that. I told him to suck my cunt and I'd suck his cock. I used just those words.
"He almost threw me to the floor as he untangled himself from my arms and legs. While he threw his clothes on, he called me every dirty name in the book. Whore was one of the least nasty names he used, nymphomaniac was the kindest and the one he used most often.
"The last thing he said before he walked out was that he was glad he found out what kind of slut I was before he made the mistake of marrying me."
"Oh you poor darling," Susan held her tightly, "that must have been a terrible thing, and it was he who was so wrong, not you. Didn't you realize that?"
"No my dear, I didn't. I was young and in love and he shattered my whole world, not to mention my confidence in myself as a woman.
"I phoned my resignation to the school the next morning and never even went back to clean out my desk. I couldn't face the thought of meeting him.
"That same day, I cleaned out my bank account and left the city. It didn't matter where I was going, I had no idea. Just as long as I got as far away as I could, I kept on going until common sense told me to stop and get a job."
"How did it happen?" Susan asked. "I mean the first woman."
"Coincidence, I suppose, although I suspect a practiced lesbian can spot a gal who's ready to fall. She was an older teacher and a full time les. She was nice to me, I had to tell the story to someone, so I told her.
"Within an hour, I was lifting my ass to let her get my panties off. She went down on me and it was great. Later, we took all our clothes off and did it to each other at the same time.
"After that, I just drifted from school to school, city to city. I thought I had settled down at my last school last year, but I got caught in my house helping a sweet little sixteen year old with her homework.
"We were both bare naked when the kid's parents walked in on us. I had my face well in her crotch and didn't know a thing about them until they were tearing me away from her and cursing me.
"They both beat the hell out of me and damn near killed me. As it was, I think they left me for dead. They didn't lay any charges for fear of publicity, the school allowed me to resign. That was that, here I am."
Susan wanted to tell the woman that she should give men another try, but realized that Jane was forty and not--likely to change now. She held her counsel.
On Saturday, while they talked of spanking and Susan admitted that she had never spanked anyone, Jane decided to go all the way in breaking her rules for the sake of her sweet young partner.
They went into the bedroom where Susan, wearing bra and panties, scolded Jane for having been caught fingering herself. It was difficult at first, in view of the woman's maturity and strength, but Jane helped and Susan got the hang of it.
From the first time her hand slapped one of the big cheeks, Susan knew she enjoyed spanking every bit as much as being spanked.
After a long and severe spanking, Jane walked crying to the bed, her massive butt cheeks red and joggling. In seconds, Susan had her face buried between Jane's thighs. She lapped well and the woman roared out in ecstasy when she came.
Later, Susan realized that she was going to have to find a partner who would swing both ways with her. She knew it meant another step toward the Isle of Lesbos, but it was a step she was going to have to take.
CHAPTER SIX
It had been a bad day in school for Susan. Not merely in school, it had been bad everywhere.
Three evenings in a row, there had been the phone call from the same boy. He admitted that he had written her the note and that he wanted, more than anything in the world, a chance to see her with all her clothes off.
The first time, she kept him on the line in hopes that he would slip in some way and allow her to find out who her disturbed admirer was, but he was careful. He was obviously disguising his voice. The call ended when he told her he was coming. He hung up first.
The next evening, when he called again, Susan remembered police and telephone company advice about trying to get him to make a date with her, a date that could be kept by the police instead. She hated to do it, but the boy was obviously in need of help and there was no other way he was going to get it. Without it, she feared, he was going to take the next step and do something terrible, either to her or some other female, a child perhaps.
At first, he seemed excited when she suggested they make a date. Not wanting to make him too suspicious, she did not make rash promises about what she would give him or do for him, but promised to at least talk it over with him.
In spite of this precaution though, he became suspicious and told her he would have to think about it. He asked what kind of panties she was wearing and she told him they were black nylon, the nice sheer kind that you could see through.
Just when Susan thought she was getting through to him and he would make a date, he told her he was coming and for the second evening in a row, he hung up after she heard him panting through his ejaculation.
The third evening was pretty much the same. Again, it looked as though he would go for the date idea. This time, Susan told him that not having a husband or a boy friend to do things to her, she often got horny and even took off her panties and fingered herself.
"If you promise not to tell anyone," she went on in a seductive tone, "I'd really enjoy having a nice hard prick push into my cunt."
"Do you mean it?" he panted.
"Of course I mean it. Don't you think a woman has an urge to get fucked just as much as a man does? Make a date with me and come to my apartment. I'll only have my bra and panties on when I open the door for you."
He started to say yes, then she heard him stop and come close to crying.
"I can't. You'll call the cops and they'll be waiting for me."
"I swear I won't," she protested heatedly. "You've got me so horny that I'm rubbing my cunt through my panties. In a minute, I'm going to come. Oh, I wish you were here to do it for me with your strong young cock."
Confident that she had him this time and would get the date she had to have, Susan almost screamed when she heard heavy breathing that told her he was going off again. She felt a sense of futility as she heard him hang up on her.
The boy's tone was becoming more urgent each time, she sensed, and unless she could get him into the trap soon, it would be too late. Who would be the victim, she wondered.
The next day, in school, she made a point of speaking to as many students as possible. She was looking for some sign of guilt and uneasiness. Concentrating on the older, more rebellious boys, she found more signs of guilt than a psychiatrist could list in a week, but it didn't help. It was obvious that they had plenty to be guilty about, but a specific guilt, the guilt of phoning her every night, was a different matter.
Calling the police seemed a logical thing to do then, but Susan wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. What, she thought, if they started questioning the students in their hunt for the caller? If the boy found out that she had called in the police, he could become angry with her, insanely angry, angry enough to kill.
She arranged a meeting with the school psychologist. He tried to be helpful, but it soon became obvious that it was not going to work either. He didn't have any answers, and she was not interested in complicated medical terms to cover the situation, without any concrete suggestions that would help her work out the problem.
"As long as he works off his aggression by discussing it with you and masturbating," the man droned on with a professional manner she found irritating, "then he is not--likely to take any more positive action.
"He is finding a form of sexual satisfaction in fondling his penis while discussing erotic matters with you. Following ejaculation, he is satisfied and resumes a more normal outlook toward life.
"Pardon me for using the word normal. In our...."
"Thanks," she cut him off, "but I just remembered I'm late for an appointment. I have to rush off."
Susan knew she would come back to him. He was keen on the theoretical aspect of the case, quoting the text books on the subject. All that mattered to Susan was finding the boy before he found her in circumstances where she would not be able to cope with him, or, worse perhaps, he stalked some innocent little girl and destroyed her life.
Susan's mind was filled with such thoughts as she turned the key in the lock and walked into her apartment. This was one of those days, she told herself, that called for a drink before anything else.
Remembering that there was enough scotch left in the bottle in the kitchen for one stiff belt, she went to get it. She had almost reached the cupboard when she froze in the instinctive knowledge that there was someone else in the room with her.
"Don't scream or I'll kill you," the familiar voice of the mysterious caller told her.
Freezing with shock, Susan didn't scream, but she did emit a very loud gasp.
"Keep quiet," he rasped in a tone of panic that told Susan she was just one wrong move away from death.
"I'll be very quiet," she turned on the calmest tone she could find. "I won't try to escape. I'll do whatever you want."
Very slowly then, she turned to face him. Susan gasped again and tears came into her eyes as she looked into the young face, crazed with a mixture of lust and fear, of her captor.
"Oh Jay. Not you."
If there was one outstandingly decent and sensitive boy in that particular class, it was Jay Gardner. At sixteen, he was a slight, shy boy, a good student who was not naturally brilliant, but worked hard. Despite the fact that he was holding the knife, she found herself wanting to reach out and hug him.
"Jay dear," she said gently, "you don't need the knife. I invited you here, remember?"
There was a little less terror in his eyes now, but it had not all passed. Susan reminded herself to continue being careful.
"I was coming into the kitchen for a drink," she added a hint of a light laugh to her voice, "but after this surprise, I think I need a double."
Acting casually, as if the boy were just another visitor, she walked to the cupboard and reached up for the bottle. She had no way of knowing how the boy was reacting since she could not see him and did not want to turn and look at him. She was sure that if she demonstrated fear now, he would be infected by it and become dangerous.
Susan felt confident that the boy would not be capable of killing or any form of brutality, except under the stress of terror. It was up to her to keep that from happening. Even as she poured a very big drink, she knew that she was going to undress for the boy and give him the use of her body in any way he chose.
After that, after, hopefully, he had gone, would be time enough to decide what to do.
"You don't have a gun here, do you?" Jay asked in fear that was obvious.
"Heavens no, dear. I doubt that I'd know which end of a gun to hold. If I did try, I'd probably shoot myself in the ass."
The use of the word "ass" was deliberate. She wanted him to think of the exciting pleasures of sex, wanted him to remember the erotic telephone conversations in which the two had participated.
After running tap water into her glass, Susan turned to face him. She smiled warmly and found it less difficult as she was sure he would not attack her with the knife now.
"Really Jay, dear, you don't need the knife. Instead of standing in the kitchen holding a knife, you could be in the living room with me. Surely you could then find something more interesting to hold."
Still smiling, she began to walk toward him. Susan needed all her nerve to carry off the move, but with a smile of invitation, she walked right by him and went into the living room.
She sensed, rather than saw him following her as she went to the couch and sat, with just a little more thigh showing than she would normally have done in the presence of a sixteen year old boy.
"Do sit, Jay," she invited warmly. "You may sit here beside me or in that chair opposite, if you prefer. All I ask is that you put the knife away. I find knives rather unpleasant. Don't you?"
It did the trick. He looked very uncomfortable as he did it, but he did close the knife and push it into his pants pocket.
"There now," Susan said with a smile, "that is much more pleasant, isn't it. Let's talk."
In his state of mind, conversation wasn't the easiest thing in the world for him, but with Susan guiding patiently, the boy began to talk.
He sat opposite her and she saw him glancing at her legs from time to time. Each time she noticed it, he turned away as if ashamed.
"I don't mind a young man looking at my legs, Jay," she said warmly. "In fact, a woman--likes to see that a young man--likes her legs."
As she said it, she calmly pulled the skirt of her dress higher in an open invitation which included the full length of her sheer nylons and a little of the lush thigh above the fully expanded tops.
The boy's eyes went wide with excitement. Susan added to the effect by lazily running the palm of one hand over the top of a nylon and up over her upper thigh. On her face, there was an expression of enjoyment, but she wasn't sure he saw that.
"You may sit beside me if you wish, Jay. You may find it easier for us to chat that way."
Susan saw him trembling as he got up and came to the couch. Although he bent over in an attempt to hide it, she saw that he had a hard-on and was not in the least surprised at that.
The rest, she knew, would be easy and without danger. Instead of being killed or raped at knife point, she would seduce him very gently, then he would go home and she then would have time to concentrate on his problem and figure out what was to be done.
"Tell me about how you got interested in me, Jay," she kept her tone soft and warm as she casually put an arm around his shoulders and moved a little closer.
As she did, she turned a little toward him and drew her legs up so that they faced him. Again, she tugged the skirt of her dress a little higher so that it barely covered the crotch of her panties.
"I ... I .--. . it's kind of hard to talk about," he stammered.
"Please, dear," she was gentle as she took his hand and carried it to her leg. She placed the palm on her nylon, an inch or so below the beginning of the stretch top and felt a pressure at once as his hand closed around the firm flesh of her thigh.
"I want to get to understand you better, and I can't do that unless we talk about it. You may move your hand if you wish, either way."
"Well, I always liked you right from the start. You're the prettiest and gentlest woman I've ever seen."
"Is that what made you feel sexy about me?"
"I guess so. After that, I started following you around wherever you were in school. Sometimes, I'd be behind you as you went up the stairs. That was the most exciting."
"How high up my legs did you see?" she asked as she hugged him a little more closely and felt his hand feeling upward on her thigh.
"Mostly, just about to the top of your nylons, but once, I ducked down and looked right up. I saw your nice, white legs above your nylons and almost got a look at your panties."
"How sweet, dear," she kissed him lightly on the cheek and lowered her voice to a whisper. "You will see my panties today and you'll feel them, and, after a while, I'll ask you to take them down for me. Do you like taking a woman's nice little panties down and looking at her cunt and ass and all?"
"I ... I never saw a woman that way," he said in a voice that trembled.
"How about girls?" she went on.
"I never saw a girl that way either. I'm not interested in girls at all. I only like grown women like you."
His hand was rubbing hard, his fingers digging into her thigh almost painfully.
"What part of a woman excites you most, dear?"
"Gee, I don't know. Everything. Sometimes when a woman wears a bathing suit or tight pants, if she has a big ass, I like to imagine what it would be like to see it bare naked.
"Sometimes when you wear certain dresses, I want to see your...."he paused and she saw him staring at her breasts just inches from his face.
"My breasts, Jay? Or should we call them titties or teats?"
"I think teats is exciting. You don't mind?"
"Of course not. Remember how we used all the words on the phone? It makes some women very horny to talk that way with a man."
He was still staring at the rise and fall of her breasts through her dress as she breathed deeply. Her arm tightened around him and she brought his cheek down to press against the swell of her breast.
"After a while, Jay," she whispered hotly, "I'll have my brassiere off and you'll see and feel my bare teats. I'll put my arms around you and pull your face to me like this."
She demonstrated by turning a little more and pressing his face firmly between them.
"I love to feel a young man's face between my bare teats. It makes me very horny. Tell me more about what you've seen and what you like. Do you often look up women's legs on stairways?"
"Escalators are better. If the woman doesn't look back, you can get just a couple of steps behind her, duck down, and look right up."
"That does sound exciting, Jay. Tell me more. How did you get started?"
"I saw a man doing it one day. When he stopped looking up her dress, he put his hand in his pocket and played with himself. It looked real exciting, so I started doing it then and I still do it."
"Did you ever see a woman without panties on?"
"Well, yes and no. I saw a couple of women with girdles and no panties. That way, I could see the bottom part of their bums. But you know, the light isn't always good and you can't see very clear sometimes."
"You'll see very clearly today, won't you?"
"Gee Miss Acton, I sure hope you mean that."
"Of course I mean it, dear. If you like, I could stand up now with my back to you and you could bend and look at me as if I didn't know you were doing it. Would you like that?"
"Wow! Would I ever."
The excitement of the seduction was really taking a grip on her as she stood, moved her feet a little farther apart to give a better show, and barely heard him as he crouched behind her. He did it so quietly that she was sure he had practiced the art well.
On an impulse, she decided to give him another surprise by unbuttoning the bodice of her dress so that her bra would be visible along with the upper slopes and cleavage of her breasts.
Susan almost fell as the boy impulsively gripped her thighs with both hands and pressed his face against her panties and upper thighs.
"Come dear," she whispered urgently, "let's go back to the couch."
He released his grip reluctantly and she turned. As she did, he saw her open dress and the partially revealed breasts gleaming white and lusciously curved in the twin nests of the plain white bra.
Guiding his head with her hands, Susan brought his face down into the smooth, warm valley. She felt and heard as he inhaled the woman odor of her.
"I'm going to take my dress off now, Jay. Do you want me to?"
"Oh yes," he gasped the words like cries.
Moving away from him gently, she took her lovely arms out of the dress and pushed it slowly down. She wore a white half slip under it, and left it in place as she stepped out of the dress. Susan was determined to keep the spell growing by giving him a little at a time. She had a lot to give to the inexperienced boy.
That he was inexperienced with women, except for stolen glances up their dresses on stairways or escalators, made it all much more exciting for Susan. What had begun as just an effort to save her life, had changed very much. Now a wild, thrilling excitement swept over her as she went on with full arousal toward the seduction of his innocence.
Although she wasn't going to rush to that point, Susan, her twat throbbing with desire, looked forward to the moment when, for the first time in his life, the boy would push his stiff cock into the cunt of a woman. She wondered whether a boy of sixteen would have a big one, but that really was not important to her.
"Would you like to take my slip down or watch me do it?" Susan asked the trembling boy.
"Please, may I?"
"Come, dear, take it down now and have a good look at my panties."
Jay dropped to his knees in front of her and reached for the waistband of the white nylon half slip. He began to draw it down slowly, pausing to admire the way her clinging, white nylon panties flowed with the curves of her belly and smooth, firm hips.
As the slip went down, he saw the cluster of hairs down on the bottom of her belly. Allowing the garment to fall to her feet, he pressed his face to the cunny bush, only partly concealed by the panties and his hands moved up her thighs to caress the cheeks of her butt.
"Let's get on the couch now, Jay," she said with a note of urgency. "I'm getting very horny at the thought of you fucking me in a little while."
"Am I really going to?" there was a plea in his eyes and his voice. "I thought I'd never get a chance to do that to a beautiful woman."
"Of course you will, Jay, and you will do it with many beautiful women as you grow older. Normal women love being fucked, especially by a man who is tender and knows how to get a woman nice and horny before he shoves his cock into her cunt."
He helped her out of the half slip and stared in disbelief at the beauty of her semi nude body. Taking him into her arms, Susan kissed him passionately, their bodies rubbing, the hard form of his aroused pecker rubbing against her belly.
"Take your clothes off now, Jay," she whispered into his ear. "Then when we're ready to fuck, you won't have to waste time getting undressed.
Susan saw that while he was shy, he was going to go ahead with it. While he unbuttoned his shirt, she unfastened his belt buckle, opened the top of his pants and slid the zipper all the way down his fly.
Pulling the pants open, she saw the form of his prick straining at his shorts. It gave indication of being a good size for a boy. Wrapping her hand around it through the thin fabric, she felt a steel hardness to it and knew it would feel wonderfully strong in her slit.
"May I take your shorts down, Jay?" she asked gently. "I want to see and feel your hard cock."
"Okay," he agreed nervously.
"Ooh, it's a beauty, Jay," she whispered huskily as she first admired it with her eyes, then closed her hand around it. It wasn't the biggest she had ever seen, but it was good. She saw that his balls looked to be fully loaded, and wondered how he managed that if he jerked off every evening while talking to her on the phone.
"Is this the way you pull yourself, Jay?" she asked as her hand drew the skin of his cock back and forth.
"Yes, I guess," he admitted.
"How does it feel when I do it?"
"Oh, it's so good, but please don't make me shoot. It would spoil everything."
"Don't worry dear, when you shoot, your hard cock will be all the way up my slit. My cunt is hot and wet already. Just wait until you see how nice it feels."
"Yes," he was almost crying, "take your panties off and show me. I've never seen a cunt."
"You're going to see my cunt, Jay, and you're going to play with it and stick your prick in it and fuck me. First though, I want to show you something."
Reverently, she knelt in front of the boy, caught his swaying cock in her hand, and, licking her full, red lips, slowly pushed it into her mouth. She gave it a few quick sucks, licked her tongue over the swollen head, then released it and went to the couch.
He hurried to her and they embraced. Writhing together on the couch, they kissed and fondled each other. His hand always seemed able to get between her thighs and feel the soft warmth of her pussy through nylon that was becoming quite moist.
"Reach around me and take my bra off," she whispered. "I want you to look at my bare teats and play with them."
She felt his hands trembling as he worked at the catches which were obviously difficult. Still she didn't offer to aid him since she felt that would be a reminder of his innocence and would shame him.
In time, he managed it and she drew back a little from him. Holding one side of the bra in place with her arm pressed against her body, she slowly worked the other strap of the bra off her arm and unveiled one teat. He gave a little cry and she sensed he was tensing to leap at her. With a quick move, she jerked the bra completely off and twisted her body from side to side so that the firm beauties danced in front of his face.
He caught them in both hands and began rubbing and squeezing. After a little of that, she caught his head and fed a teat into his mouth. He sucked instinctively as his hand fondled the other.
"Look what your mouth did to it," she said dreamily as she pulled away from his mouth and showed him the big, wet, aroused nipple.
"Oh, does it hurt?" he asked in alarm.
"No, darling, it feels wonderful. A woman--likes to have her teats sucked so they get hard and excited. It's like the way a man gets a hard-on. Do you want to suck the other one?"
He wanted to and she fed it to him.
"Now darling," she panted, "it's time to take my little panties down. Do you want to do it?"
"Oh yes."
"Which way do you want me. Shall I stand."
"Yes, please."
Gracefully, Susan stood beside the couch and looked down at him as she tugged the panties tight around her so that not a wrinkle was to be seen.
"Just think of it, Jay," she aroused him further. "You are looking at a mature woman with just her panties on. In a moment, you will take them down and see everything a woman has under her panties. Slip both your hands inside them like this," she guided his hands, "then you can feel me as you pull them down."
She was standing in profile to the kneeling boy so that he could see more of her as the panties came down. He kept stopping so that he could admire what he was baring both in front and behind.
And then he couldn't restrain himself from jerking them down roughly. As she raised her legs one at a time, he kept looking up, hoping for a clear view of her cunt.
"Show it to me," he sobbed. "I want to look at a cunt."
"Come with me, hurry," she said as she grabbed his hand and they ran to the bedroom together.
"Lie down on your back, Jay," she said with arousal, "and I'll deliver it right to you to look at all you want.
The boy threw himself down and she moved to kneel astride him.
"It will be more exciting if you close your eyes until my cunt is right above you. That way, you'll see it completely when I tell you to open them."
She was pleased to see that he obeyed. In a moment, she was in position, her crotch poised above his face.
"Here's my cunt, Jay. Open your eyes and look at it now. It's a nice cunt."
The boy emitted a cry of ecstasy that caused her to tremble all over. Dropping farther forward, she reached back into her crotch and used the fingers of her right hand to open the lips of her twat. He kept making little groaning sounds.
"Play with it, Jay," she urged excitedly.
A moment later, her hand left her crotch and she felt both his hands there. While his left explored the entire valley of her crotch, his other concentrated on the wet warmth of her cunt.
A finger moved up into her slit. When, by accident, it touched her clitoris, she gave a long groan of delight and wild arousal.
Her voice breaking, she told Jay how both men and women like to kiss cunts and to get their tongue right in and lick all over the inside. When he told her he wanted to, she told him to stay where he was and she would bring it down to him.
"Oh Jay," she panted, "I just love having my cunt sucked and licked," she panted as her body began to come down to his face. "Oh yes, Jay ... oh yes ... oh ... oh...."
Her crotch ground down on his face and she felt his hard tongue dart up into her slit. Moments later, her butt and crotch were jerking and grinding on him as she came.
When she got up, she saw the puzzled look on his face and realized that her violent climax had frightened him. She told him about how a woman comes when the man has been a good lover to her.
"Was I good to you?" he wanted to know.
"You were great, Jay. I don't think anyone has ever done a better job of sucking me off. Surely no man has."
"Have you really been sucked off by a woman?"
"You promise not to ever tell anyone, Jay?"
"Oh yes, I swear I could never tell. You are so good to me. I'd die before I'd ever say a word to anyone."
"I believe you Jay. Here, put your hand in my crotch while I tell you about it."
Without identifying Jane, she told of her current affair with an older woman who liked to spank and lap her. She told it all in vivid, exciting detail so that in addition to exciting the boy, she brought herself closer to the point of climax again.
"Imagine two bare naked women doing all those things," he said, his voice rising close to the breaking point. "I'd give anything to see that."
"Maybe it could be arranged, Jay. I'll speak to my friend about it. Mind you, if she goes along with it, she will want to spank both of us."
"I don't care. Do you really enjoy being spanked right on your bare ass? Does she spank very hard?"
"She spanks very hard and sometimes uses a strap on me. She sure makes me cry, and my butt stings for a long time after, but it's the most thrilling thing in the world. Have you ever been spanked?"
"No, my father died when I was just a little kid and my mother never spanked me. The kids in the next apartment get spanked often. We hear it through the walls."
"Do you think they get it on the bare ass?"
"It sure sounds like it. She uses a hair brush and you can hear the things she yells at them."
"Does it make you horny when you listen?"
"Yeah. Especially when the oldest girl gets it. She's almost my age."
"If I heard that, Jay," Susan whispered, "I'd have to take my panties down and finger my slit until I went off."
"When I'm alone in the apartment and she gets spanked on her bare butt, I think of what it would be like to see it. She cries real loud and the woman yells things like, 'How do you like that, and, Now your butt is nice and red, I'll really make it burn for you.' "
"Tell me all about it. No, better still, maybe you should fuck me now, then later, we'll talk all about it and make your cock hard again so we can have another fuck. Would you like that?"
"Yes, yes," he panted.
"All right then, I'll get into position."
Susan rolled over onto her back and opened her legs in the classic position. In a moment, he was kneeling between them, his stiff cock in his hand, and lowering himself onto her waiting belly.
His cock drove into her cunt hard and fast and instinct told him how to drive it piston like until, much sooner than he wanted to, he was shooting his semen into her slit. Still, as brief a fuck as it was, Susan was already climaxing when it happened.
Wrapping her arms lovingly around the boy, she held him while they rested.
After a little while, they began to talk again and Jay wanted to know more about people who spank for fun.
"Tell me more about the woman who spanks her daughter. Tell me all the things she says."
Obviously as aroused as she, Jay began to tell her of the frequent beatings of the big girl. He remembered the details with such clarity, that it was obvious they had made a tremendous impression on him.
"...goes smack! and the girl yelps real loud ... I'll beat your fat butt all night ... teach you to show your butt to the boys ... this is what your butt needs ... and this ... and this ... now a dozen or so on your thighs ... hurts doesn't it ... doesn't it? ... slap ... slap ... oh mummy no ... no ... please mummy ... I'll tell you when ... slap ... I'm finished beating your big butt and thighs ... take that ... and that...."
"No kidding, I just go crazy when I hear that. If mom is around, I pretend to be reading and she looks real uncomfortable. When she's not home, I strip bare naked and play with myself until I have to come. When I do, I shoot almost half way across the room."
Jay wanted to hear more about her experiences with women, so she provided more details.
"Boy, it must be great to spank a nice big woman like you and your friend," he said with a touch of sadness in his voice.
"Do you really think so?" she asked with a smile as she stood and arched her ass toward him.
"Do I ever."
"Well, to tell the truth, Jay, I feel very much in the mood for a spanking right now. How would you like to take me over your lap and spank me nice and hard."
It took time to convince him she was serious, and when she managed that, she thought he would have a heart attack.
"Remember though, if you don't do it right I'll make you stop. You have to spank as hard as you can and make me cry plenty. Also, you have to scold the way your neighbor does."
Seconds later, she was lying across his strong young thighs and he was spanking. It didn't take long before he learned how to do it properly and, as he scolded and commented on the color and warmth of her butt, she cried loudly and with exciting delight for both of them.
After her spanking, they admired her butt and talked of how thrilling the spanking had been. He was almost eager as he draped himself over her lap and took a sound spanking from her. She too scolded and, from time to time, reached between his legs to fondle his cock and balls.
Discovering that he was hard then, Susan rolled the boy over on the bed and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her face moved up and down, the stiff little cock fucking her mouth.
He lasted longer this time before she heard him pant that he was going to shoot. Rubbing his belly, she sucked harder until she was rewarded by the splashing of the thick juice in her mouth. She swallowed every delicious drop and was wearing a big, satisfied smile when she got up.
"Gee," he commented, "there are so many things that can be done."
"There are many more, dear," she told him. "The next time you come, I'll let you stick it up my ass. I never had it that way and I'd like to find out what it's like."
"And you really will let me come back? You're not just kidding me? I was afraid you'd run for the cops as soon as I left." He didn't tell her that his original plan was to kill her with his knife so that she couldn't turn him in.
"After all the fun we've had? Don't pull yourself between now and Saturday. Then, you can come over early in the morning and we'll have the whole day and evening to do all kinds of things.
"In fact," she amended her own plan, "if you can work out a story about spending the weekend with some friend, you could come over after school tomorrow and sleep with me Friday and Saturday night. Think of all the things we could do."
Trembling with excitement, the boy put his clothes on again. As he did, Susan, wearing high heeled shoes now, in addition to the garter belt and nylons, walked around the room to add to his excitement.
At the door, Jay stopped with his hand on the knob. With tears in his eyes, he thanked Susan for having been so good to him. He apologized too for having come the way he had, with the knife in his hand.
Holding his face between her hands, Susan thanked him for being such a good lover and told him she was looking forward to the weekend.
After the door closed behind him, Susan knew at once that she was not going to talk to the police or the school psychologist about him.
She saw then that he was not really a danger to society. He had been disturbed, but there was good and sufficient reason for that. Now, having seen and touched and made full use of her body, his disturbance could be overcome.
Now at least, when he heard the girl in the next apartment being spanked, he would be able to picture what a female butt looked and felt like, how it felt to be spanked and to spank.
His fantasies now would be able to take more definite form, so that when he found it necessary to masturbate, he would find greater satisfaction in it.
Unable to wait until the next day, Susan phoned Jane and told her the whole story. At first, at the mention of the knife, Jane was horrified, but later in the conversation, she warmed and excited to the details.
Before the conversation ended, it had been agreed that the woman would visit them on Saturday afternoon.
"Of course" she added, "I shall bring my strap. The two of you will have to be punished for doing all those naughty things."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What is the purpose of this visit, Stanton?" Susan asked as he closed the door of his office behind them.
It was after the last class on Friday, a most unusual time for a teacher to be called into the office of the vice-principal for a conference.
"Something rather serious has come to my attention, Miss Acton." Susan winced at the formal address from her former lover and knew it was going to be all business and undoubtedly unpleasant for her, if not for him.
"Must it be discussed today, Mister Parker?" she decided to play his game. "This is Friday afternoon, after all, and we do try to get away early, by tradition."
"Quite so. However, I'm afraid this can't wait."
"All right, Stanton, let's stop playing games and get on with it."
"Very well. As you must know, one thing all educators must guard against is the presence of homosexuals of either sex on the teaching staff. It's hardly the sort of thing to which we can expose children during their formative years."
"I'm quite aware of that. What has it to do with me."
"Come now Susan, don't be coy. Having had good reason to know that you functioned very effectively with a male, it came as a great shock to me that you are having a lesbian affair with Jane Bilton."
"How dare you," she flared. "If I ever hear such words from you again, Stanton, you will be dealing with my lawyer."
"Did you ever consider acting as a career, Susan?" he said with a cruel, confident grin. "I think you are well equipped for it and should consider the possibility when you are no longer able to teach because of your, uh, bad reputation as a lesbian."
"Damn you, Stanton. I'm not a lesbian and you know it."
"Sorry dear, I'm right and you know it. I saw the sudden attachment between you and Jane. At first, I was not able to believe it, then I saw it as a possible explanation for your change in attitude toward your previous, uh, lover."
"The fact that I dumped you, Stanton, was based on the fact that I had become just a convenient piece of tail to you and you know that."
"To get on with the story of your, uh, lesbianism, I decided it was my duty to investigate. I followed you to Jane's house. After dark, I took a quiet walk in her garden.
"The shades were well drawn, but my getting very close to a window that was open a little, I was able to hear some most interesting things. I never knew you liked to be spanked. Of course I didn't know you liked lesbian love either, but both those facts were confirmed for me."
Susan felt her face fall. She sagged all over as she reeled under the impact of the shock. She knew she had to fight back if she were to preserve her career and her reputation.
"All right, Stanton, I'm not a lesbian, but I did play a little game with Jane. You know it, but if you try to make a case, I'll expose the affair we had and brand you as a jealous, rejected lover. You can't prove a thing."
"I'm afraid you are being quite optimistic about it. I am a very thorough person. I visited the garden again on Saturday evening. I took the precaution of carrying a tape recorder with me.
"It was a very sensitive instrument and I obtained two excellent tapes of the proceedings in Jane's bedroom. I have it here. Would you like me to play it for you? In my opinion, it has excellent entertainment value. Very erotic."
"All right, Stanton, you seem to have me trapped. Is it blackmail? If so, tell me how much and I'll see if I can dig up the money."
"What a mean thing to say, dear. You must surely know that I would never blackmail anyone. I am not a criminally inclined person."
"At this moment, Stanton, I'm not quite sure that you are a person at all. A thing seems more appropriate. The sort of thing that slinks through the underbrush and among wet rocks."
"Careful, my dear. You are hardly in a position to make offensive remarks."
"What do you want from me, Stanton? There has to be a price. What is it?"
"I want nothing from you, Susan. On the contrary, I feel I must do something for you. Your little venture into the world of lesbianism was a terribly wrong thing to do. Both you and Jane must be punished for it."
"And what punishment do you consider appropriate?"
"On the basis of what I heard outside the window, I would say spanking is the most logical thing."
"Spanking? Stanton, you can't be serious."
"I am completely serious. At an arranged time, I shall meet the two of you at Jane's house. There you will both remove all your clothes and perform together for me. After that, you will both, in turn, come over my lap to be spanked on the bare butt. Of course, in reward for my services, you will get into a bed with me, like in the old days."
"I don't know what to say, Stanton. This is all so insane." Susan tried to keep her voice firm, but it was not easy.
"Your confusion is quite logical, my dear. You may confer with Jane if you wish. I do not require an answer until after school on Monday."
"Can't we make it simpler, Stanton? Suppose I go to bed with you a couple of times instead?"
"No my dear, I dictate the terms. My children are too old to spank now, I haven't done it in a long time. I shall spank both you and Jane. I demand your answer on Monday after classes. You may go now."
The walk from his desk to the door was short, but it was the longest journey Susan had ever undertaken. She felt his eyes on her at every step, knew he was staring at the back of her dress, remembering the formation of her buttocks, and thinking of baring them and spanking.
Even after she had closed the door behind her and began walking down the hall, the feeling did not change. To Susan, it seemed as though he could stare at her through the closed door, around corners, and everywhere she went.
Not until she reached the street did she realize that he had no such powers and that it was her mind that was doing it to her. Her state began to improve then.
On the way home, she began to attack the problem with an approach that was more logical and reasoned. By the time she reached her apartment, less than ten minutes later, Susan saw that the situation was bad, but not as bad as it had seemed earlier in her state of shock.
True he knew and had the tape, but he was not going to report it, her reputation and Jane's would be safe. True, it meant submitting to him once. After that, it would be up to him.
If he tried to make them submit again and again, they would have to do something. If he settled for one session, they would live through it and it would be over.
It was as far as she could go in reasoning it out alone. She would have to talk to Jane. Together, they would arrive at a decision.
Susan saw the boy sitting on the front steps of the building. Her mind began to race. After the shock of the meeting with Stanton, she just couldn't go through with it.
One look at Jay's face told her she was going to keep her weekend date with him. Happiness and excitement radiated from his face. He had rushed home from school to pack a battered suitcase which sat beside him.
"Hi, Miss Acton," he almost shouted while she was still a fair distance away.
"Hello, Jay." To her surprise, she was able to smile.
They went up to the apartment together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan was amazed and delighted at how a sixteen year old boy was able to lift the pall of gloom that Stanton had given her in his office.
Later, she knew, she would have to break the news to her friend, and together they would have to come to a decision on the matter. But she was able to file the whole mess far back in her mind, thanks to Jay.
When he looked up into her face hungrily, she read his need and took him into her arms. It was a passionate kiss, but the boy did no more than that until she took his hand and pushed it down her back.
Jay knew it was permission to go ahead, so through the rest of the long kiss, his hand caressed her buttocks through her dress. How sweet and innocent he seemed after the vicious evil of the vice-principal just a little while before.
He had come to the apartment for a wild, sexual weekend with her, she thought, yet he would not even feel her butt until she had given permission. She promised herself that his sweetness would be amply rewarded before Sunday evening.
While her mind moved in that direction, she made a mental note to tell Jane not to be too hard on him when she spanked his sensitive bottom.
"I don't suppose you've ever watched a woman having a bath, have you Jay?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"No," he replied as his eyes widened at the thought.
"Well, Jay dear, that strikes me as being something every young man should know about. I must bathe before we do any of the exciting things we are going to do, and you will keep me company. I may even ask you to help."
"Oh please, Miss Stanton. That's the most exciting thing I ever heard of. May I watch you undress?"
"Of course you may. First, I'm going to pour myself a nice long drink, then we'll go to the bedroom and get ready for a bath. Help yourself to a Coke or a beer or whatever suits you."
They went to the kitchen together and while Susan poured herself a scotch, she noticed that Jay was pouring milk for himself. She wondered whether it was because he liked milk, or because he wanted to build his strength for the weekend.
The two remained in the kitchen for a few minutes while Susan had a couple of sips of the drink.
"Has your neighbor done any more spanking lately?" Susan asked over the rim of her glass.
"Yeah, but not Candy. Candy is the big one. This morning, she gave it to Sandy, she's about twelve."
"Bare ass?"
"Sure, it's always that way."
"A pity you can't see it, isn't it?" Susan's eyes twinkled as she talked.
"Maybe I will," he replied with greater excitement.
He went on to tell her then that the house was old and had a lot of broken plaster. He was going to watch for his chance, then break a little more plaster to open a slit through the lathes to give him a ringside seat at the spankings.
"Aren't you afraid you'll get caught?"
"Nah, I'll hang a picture or a poster or something over the place and just open it up when I hear her shouting. It's always the signal that someone is going to get it on the ass."
"If you get that organized, Jay, then perhaps one day, I'll visit you and hope my timing is right."
"Would you really? Hey, that would be fun. Mom works every day until six, and two or three nights a week till nine."
"All right, Jay, see what you can do, but don't get into trouble."
As he followed the woman to her bedroom, Jay had two delights to relish. First, there was the wonderful weekend with his teacher. After that, he would peep through the wall and watch Candy and Sandy being spanked bare buff.
Taking another sip of her drink, Susan put the glass down and began to unfasten the buttons and zipper of her dress. In a moment, she stepped out of it and folded it over the back of a chair.
As she did, Jay was able to see through her half slip and felt his prick get very hard as he saw the outline of her long legs and the triangle of her darker colored panties.
With her back still turned, she began to push the half slip down. As she did, she looked over her shoulder at the boy and smiled naughtily.
"Pardon my back, Jay." As she said the words, she pushed the garment down and it fell to her feet.
"Oh, I like your back, Miss Acton," Jay replied with enthusiasm and sincerity.
He liked it even better then, because she bent and took a bit of time about stepping out of the slip and picking it up. As she did, her well developed butt arched fully, the black nylon stretched across the broad cheeks, and he could see clearly the shadowy crack between them. He wanted to bury his face in the nylon, but didn't dare do so without her telling him to.
"I'll bet I know someone who has a hard-on," she said with a grin as she walked to him.
Still grinning, she lowered the zipper of his fly, reached inside, found his stiff cock and took it out.
"Did you like it when I sucked you off the other day?" she asked as she fondled the slim bone.
"I sure did. That was the greatest," he panted.
"I think you're going to like sticking it up my ass this time," she went on. "Just think, you'll be the first man who ever ass fucked me."
"I'm thinking of it all right," he assured her.
"I think you should be thinking of getting undressed, Jay."
"That's a good idea," he said as he jerked his tie open and hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt.
As she had done the previous time, Susan took his pants down while he did it. It was only a matter of seconds before he was naked and she was holding him closely while they shared a long and passionate kiss.
"I like the feel of your body, Jay," she told him in a warm whisper. "You're strong and smooth."
"I'm crazy about your body, Miss Acton." His hands confirmed his words.
It seemed strange to her that he went on calling her Miss Acton, but she decided to keep it that way. It added a little something extra, a forbidden quality.
"And now," she said in the same exciting tone, "I suppose I should take the rest of my things off."
"Oh yes," Jay panted. "I want to see you all over."
"You will more than just see me, won't you."
"Yeah."
Susan returned to the table by the bed, picked up her glass and had another sip. Putting it down, she looked at the boy, fondled the swelling cups of her bra teasingly, then reached behind to unhook it. A moment later, she dropped it on the chair with her dress and slip.
"Would you like to rub lather all over them for me, Jay?" she asked as she cupped them with both hands.
"Would I ever. I'd lick it off if you like."
"You show imagination, dear. I've read about a thing like that being done with whipped cream. Perhaps we'll try it. Just think of lapping up whipped cream from one of my big teats."
"It sounds great. Maybe you could put it other places too."
"Mmmmm hmm. like perhaps lie on my tummy while you squirt it between the cheeks of my ass, or on my back with my cunt filled with it."
"Yes, I want to try it all ways."
"You will, dear. We shall do many wonderful things together."
Sitting on the bed then, she removed her nylons while the boy stared in fascination. Susan stood then and would have taken her panties off, but he stopped her.
"Please let me do it," he begged fervently.
"Of course, dear, but you must promise not to kiss my body."
"Why not?"
"Well dear, when a woman has worn nylon panties all day, she does not feel fresh enough to be kissed there. Later, you will do more than just kiss my cunt, won't you?"
"Oh yes. I'll suck you and lick you and make you come with my tongue in you."
"Oh, you dear, exciting boy. Take my panties off now."
Jay knelt before her and his touch was reverent as he slid the panties down slowly and helped her step out of them nude except for her black garter belt. She slipped it off and, picking up her glass, began to walk toward the bathroom. Jay, fascinated by the jouncing of her buttocks as she walked, chose to stay a little behind and look at a big behind.
He was able to have a delightful look at it when she bent to run the tub. The boy improved his view by crouching so that he was able to see into her crotch as well as viewing her butt.
"Oh what a naughty boy you are, Jay," she pretended a frown as she turned and saw him.
"I guess I am," he grinned.
"And you know what happens to naughty boys."
"Uh, I don't know."
"Well, uh, I do. They get spanked on the naughty ass."
As she talked, she moved over to sit on the toilet. Her smile told Jay that she was anything but angry.
"Come, naughty boy," she called, "turn your ass up over my lap."
It was the kind of punishment he liked to accept with a smile. In a moment he was over her lap waiting for the first spank. Instead, he got a surprise as he heard her peeing. He wished he could see under her, but it was thrilling enough for him to be lying across the thighs of a woman as she peed. Jay had never heard of such a thing, but for that matter, neither had Susan.
She began spanking then and continued until the water in the tub rose to an almost perilous level.
Testing the water, Susan found the temperature just right. She got into the tub and asked Jay to pass her the glass which still contained a few sips.
"While I finish my drink," she sighed, "you may play with me if you wish."
She was leaning well back in the tub, her big breasts seeming to float and bounce on the water. He made them bounce even more, and when she moved her knees wide apart, he shifted his attention to her crotch and thighs.
When she finished the drink, Susan handed the glass to the boy and told him he could wash her breasts if he wished. He rubbed a thick lather into his hands with the sweet scented soap as she sat up straight so that her beautiful boobs swayed above the water.
"Oh dear," she said in a voice that trembled, "you do the job so nicely."
"It feels great to me," he said, breathing laboriously as he did. "They feel so smooth and creamy."
After a long time, she told him to rinse them off for her and move down.
"You did that so well, Jay, that I'm going to let you do the whole job."
Jay was delighted. He washed her feet and legs next, his fingers lathering each toe and pushing between them.
"You naughty boy," she giggled, "you're fucking me between the toes."
Laughing, he made a little more of a production about it. It was a happy bath for both of them, although, in his excitement, he stopped laughing when he carefully lathered the crack of her butt and made sure that her beautiful hole got its share of attention as he pushed a finger inside it and worked it back and forth.
Her cunt drew the same careful attention. He knew she would want it clean so that he could go down on her. His hands washed it carefully inside and out as he thought of how good it would feel when he bathed it again with his mouth and tongue.
When her bath was finished, Jay wanted to bathe in the same water. She toweled herself as he got into the tub, then carried her glass back to the kitchen for a refill.
He was busily washing his cock when she returned to the bathroom with her drink.
"That's what I like to see," she commented.
"I have to make sure it's very clean for you," he replied.
"Don't work at it too long, dear," she laughed, "or it may be clean but empty."
"Don't worry, I won't."
"Did you ever pull yourself off in the bath tub?" she asked as the thought popped into her mind.
"Oh sure. I guess I've done it just about everywhere."
"One of these days, Jay, you must do it for me. Maybe you will shoot it all over me."
"I'd like that if you would," Jay responded.
Susan sat on the edge of the tub while he completed his bath. Lately, the thought of being ass fucked had become stronger in her mind. She decided that she was going to wait no longer.
After he got out of the tub, she would take him to the bedroom, play with him for a while and perhaps have him dive her, then she would kneel up and take it up the poop chute. He would get plenty of the regular style of fucking before the weekend was over, she thought, and besides, he would probably enjoy ass fucking anyway.
As soon as he was ready, she walked ahead of him to the bedroom. Standing inside the bedroom door, Jay almost went off in the air as she moved around the bed drawing the covers back to prepare their playground.
Not aware that he would soon have his prick sticking up the woman's butt, he wanted to throw his arms around her as she bent and cover her entire ass with kisses.
Turning then, she invited him to come to her. Before getting into bed, she took him in her arms and they kissed with his cock rubbing her belly and his hands working over the lovely slopes of her buttocks.
They played for about ten minutes before she took his face into her crotch and had him lap her until she climaxed with a loud, glad cry.
"Now, darling," she panted then.
"You mean fuck you?"
"Not that way. I want to know what it's like getting it up the ass."
Susan had prepared for it by having a jar of Vaseline on the table by the bed.
"Here," she handed him the jar, "Grease my hole with it, and shove a little right up inside."
His hands trembled as he took the jar and watched her get up and kneel on all fours. Glancing to her left, Susan was pleased to see that she would be able to watch in the mirror.
"Oh hurry, darling," she panted as her butt heaved and plunged in aroused anticipation of the ass fucking to come.
He hurried so much that he dropped the jar. Ignoring it, he scrambled into position behind her and enjoyed another look at her magnificently presented butt.
"Oh. It feels good already," Susan panted as she felt the head of his cock push against her tight arsehole. "That's the way, Jay. That's the way."
The head had pushed in, and, while it did stretch the tight, pink ring, it did not really hurt her and she was delighted.
"All the way, lover," she panted, "let me feel your belly on my butt. Drive it to me. Fuck my butt off, my wonderful fucker."
Wild with arousal, Jay fed her the rest of his cock, then gripped her with his hands and pulled her back against him as she cooperated fully.
"Oh. It feels so good. Ride hard darling," she panted. "Slap my butt hard with your belly. Fuck me ... fuck my red hot butt. Fuck me until I shit."
Susan heard her own words and tried to feel horrified, but all she could feel was good as the stiff cock rammed into her butt time after time until the boy gasped, rubbed against her and began shooting his lava into the depths of her.
Even though his cock had gone small and soft, she could feel the tug as he dragged it out of her. While they rested, she told him how good it had been and they talked of the things they would do later.
CHAPTER NINE
On Saturday morning, Susan phoned Jane early to inform her of a change in plan. During the conversation, they decided to hurry through their shopping and meet at Jane's house at noon. While she talked, Jay played with her titties and butt as he day dreamed of the pleasant hours ahead.
In view of the fact that Jay's home was in the neighborhood, as were the homes of most of the students at the school, Susan decided she would do the shopping alone, go on to Jane's, and he was to meet her there at one o'clock.
"One?" he sounded disappointed. "I thought you said twelve on the phone."
"I did, dear, but something terribly important came up at the school before I left yesterday.
It's something Jane and I have to discuss. We'll have everything out of the way by the time you arrive and then we can really enjoy ourselves. How would you like to play with two naked women?"
"Hey, that sounds great. What's she like?"
"She's like another teacher, but that's all I'm going to tell you until you get there."
Since she had plenty of time and little shopping to do, Susan took Jay into the shower with her.
"Now remember, Jay," she cautioned as they stepped under the spray, "we can play, but you mustn't shoot your load. I want you nice and strong for this afternoon."
"I will be," he assured her.
"You'd better be. I'll want you to give me a nice fucking to show my friend how well you do it. Then, of course, if you're not ready to fuck her when she wants it, you are probably in for quite a spanking."
His eyes lit up at the mention of a spanking, and there was no sign of fear or nervousness. The enjoyment of being spanked was just one more thing his wonderful teacher had taught him.
Being optimistic, Susan arrived at Jane's house with her shopping completed at twenty minutes before twelve. Jane was waiting to greet her at the door.
"What is it, Susan?" she asked even before Susan could put her packages down. "There was something about your tone on the phone this morning that made me feel creepy."
"That's a rather apt description, Jane. It involves a very definite creep. Pour us a drink and I'll tell you all. You'll understand why we need a drink when you hear my tale of woe."
In a minute, they walked into the living room, where Susan dropped the bomb that had been dropped on her by the vice-principal.
"The filthy bastard," Jane roared.
While Susan recounted every detail of the conversation, Jane called the man many more names. All sounded obscene but appropriate.
"So what are we going to do?" Susan asked as she finished the story.
"You've had more time to think about it, darling, what do you think?"
"To tell the truth, Jane, it looks like he has us by the you know what?"
"Then you're prepared to take his punishment?"
"I don't see any choice. There's nothing more vicious than a lover who has been told to go fuck himself. Unless we surrender our bare arses to him, it's curtains for us."
"I have to agree, dear, but God, how I'm going to detest taking my clothes off for that pompous little bastard, then having him beat me. I may piss all over him."
"I'm sure," Susan grinned, "he'd make a better urinal than he does a man, but I wouldn't advise that. It may earn you another beating."
"Another beating? Thank you my dear. You've just pointed out the fly in the ointment."
"I have? Good for me."
"What guarantee have we that he won't decide to make this a regular weekly performance?"
"None. I've thought of it, but I haven't come up with an answer. Frankly, I suspect he'll try for just that."
"Then we have to come up with a plan to put a stop to his dirty little ideas."
For the next few minutes, they alternated between talking and thinking until Jane's face broke into a wide grin and told Susan that she had the plan they were looking for.
"It's all right, dear," Jane smiled. "We can give him his victory in this little battle, but we've won the war."
"Quickly, tell me. Don't tease." Susan sat right up on the edge of her chair.
"So Stanton Parker, that dignified educator--likes to play with tape recorders does he? Well all of a sudden, so do we."
"Keep going," Susan urged.
"You're not thinking very fast today, are you dear? What I'm trying to tell you is that when Stanton arrives for his little performance, we're going to have a tape recorder going.
"As a matter-of-fact, we'll have a couple, ten if we need them. We're going to tape the whole bloody show."
"How wonderful, darling," Susan exclaimed. "Then we are in a position to blackmail him."
"Precisely, my dear. He has more to lose than we have, and in addition, with the tape, we could lay criminal charges that would carry him right to the penitentiary. Isn't that nice?"
"Oh you wonderful, brilliant darling," Susan shouted as she threw her arms around the woman and kissed her. "I could just eat you up."
"I'll do the eating around here, sweetie, but first, warm my panties a little by telling me all about this boy wonder of yours."
Susan told her all about her adventures with Jay, and how she had gotten him to slip it up her ass the previous evening.
"Now there's something I haven't tried," Jane commented. "What was it like?"
"It was kind of yummy. It didn't hurt at all, but there was something about the way his cock stretched my arsehole as it pushed it that was great. Then, while he was banging away at me, there was that nice feeling of his tool working in and out and the feel and sound of his belly slapping my ass."
"And after it was over?"
"Well, for a long time, I felt like I was going to poop. I went to the can three or four times, but nothing happened."
"Damn, I may try it myself. I know I like it when a gal sticks her finger up my hole. Perhaps a cock would be better. His isn't too big is it?"
"No, it's quite slim in fact. It is nice and long though. At least, I have no fault to find with it."
"Don't get to like it too much, darling," Jane cautioned with a frown. "I'd hate to see a nice girl like you turn into a raving heterosexual. Ugh, what a terrible fate."
Both laughed then and they hurried into the kitchen to refill their glasses. When the drinks were poured, they raised their glass in a toast to Stanton Arsehole, as Jane renamed him, then on second thought, drank another toast to tape recorders, pro and con.
"So your baby lover doesn't mind having his ass spanked?" Jane mused. "That's the kind of male I don't mind around the house. Do you give it to him hard?"
"Reasonably. I make him cry plenty, but he is a sensitive boy and I don't want to go too far. Please promise you won't be too severe with him."
"Let's put it this way, darling," Jane said with a meaningful grin. "I feel in the mood to use my strap today. Whether it's your ass or his doesn't really matter to me."
"Oooh, you sadist," Susan pretended anger. "I guess I get a stinging behind today. I'll take the strap. After I get it, will you cheer me up by letting me go down on you?"
"I suppose I could."
The women decided to start establishing the right mood then by taking off their dresses. Jane, who wore a half slip, took that off as well. By coincidence, both wore black lingerie. Comparing notes, they discovered that both had chosen black deliberately because they felt males liked it better than any other color.
"I have a feeling," Susan said, "that as long as we're in bra and panties, they could be sky blue pink and he would love it."
"You're probably right, my dear. Men claim to be excited by black panties, but the pigs usually get a woman out of them so fast that they don't really have time to see them anyway."
"Don't knock the whole breed, dear," Susan rose to the defense of the male of the species, "Some men are good lovers."
They agreed to disagree without arguing as they walked to the couch where Jane sat and Susan sat on her lap so that they could play a little. Before long, they had each other nicely warmed up and waiting anxiously for Jay to arrive so that they could get on with their fun and games.
He arrived at five to one and Susan went to the door to admit him. He gulped when he saw her, and there was a sad expression on his face indicating that he thought he had missed part of the show.
Susan led him into the living room where Jane stood tugging her panties a little more snugly. Both women thought he would faint when he stared at the bra and panty clad woman who had the reputation of being the toughest teacher in the whole school.
"Miss ... Miss Bilton," he gasped in amazement and looked for a moment as though he would turn and run.
"How do you do, Jay. I hear you've turned out to be a very fine young fucker."
In reply to that, Jay could manage only a couple of gulps and a gasp.
"You do seem upset, Jay," Jane went on, obviously enjoying the discomfort she caused him. "Aren't you accustomed to seeing teachers in bra and panties?"
"Don't be so shy, Jay," Susan said more gently. "Go give Miss Bilton a nice feeling up. I think you'll like it."
The boy took a couple of steps, then stopped and looked into the stern face of the woman.
"Is it all right?" he asked.
"You were told to, weren't you Jay? Better obey the teacher or you could get your ass spanked."
As he reached to fondle her breasts, his fear faded quickly. Her teats, he saw, were much bigger than Susan's, yet they did not seem to be soft and flabby the way he had been told by the guys that big teats were.
And then he was fondling her butt through her clinging nylon panties. When he dropped to his knees in front of her and caressed her thighs and butt, she told him she would open her legs so that he could feel in her crotch.
"I love to see men kneeling in front of me, Jay. It makes me very horny and causes my cunt to twitch. Go ahead and give it a little feel."
She moved her legs wider apart and he crouched between them to look up into the broad expanse of her crotch and the lower planes of her massive butt.
Under his hand, the nylon panties felt warm, especially where they pressed against the lips of her cunt. He rubbed and everything became warmer.
"Are you going to let me suck your cunt, Miss Bilton?" he asked as he became bolder.
"I doubt that, Jay. Keep rubbing. Ah, that's nice. I don't really go for being sucked off and I've promised Miss Acton that she could do it for me today. Do you like to lick and suck arses?"
"Oh yes. I love doing that to Miss Acton. I like to get my face right between her nice smooth cheeks."
"Mine are much bigger, Jay. Don't take my panties down, but look inside and see if you think you could handle them."
Hurriedly, he scrambled to his feet, bent and pulled the back of her panties away from her. The twin, curved mountains of firm flesh caused him to gasp. Through her panties he had seen that she had a big butt, but looking at it this way was another matter.
"I can't wait to press my face into them, Miss Bilton," he spoke with awe that was close to reverence. "You have a very beautiful butt."
"Thank you Jay. You really are a fine young gentleman. Just as soon as I have spanked you, we shall see what you can do with an butt the size of mine. And I warn you, you had better be very good or I'll work on your butt a second time."
"I'll be good, I promise."
"Is it all right if I spank your little darling now, Susan?" she asked. "Your's will come later."
"By all means, dear. This will be the first time I ever watched anyone being spanked. Are you ready?" she asked as she turned to the boy.
"When I decide to spank anyone," Jane answered before Jay could, "ready or not is a decision I make."
"Now then, Jay, I imagine Susan has taught you the rules of the game. I shall scold you and appear to be most brutal in every way. After the spanking is over, we shall all be friends again. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes, Miss Bilton."
Impulsively then, he threw himself to his knees at her feet again and wrapped his arms around her strong thighs. Understanding that he was thrilled by her dominant character, she trembled with delight.
This was the way she liked to see the male act. He was utterly without strength now and would lick her feet and beg her to beat him and make him cry if she were to delay his spanking.
With a hand behind his head, she pressed his face against her pussy bush. He could feel the hairs through the fabric of her panties and could inhale woman odor which he had come to love.
"All right Jay, you may get up now."
Moving away from him as he scrambled to his feet, Jane moved to the coffee table, picked up her drink and took a long swallow of it. Putting the glass down, she walked over to the comfortable armless chair and sat.
Her tone was hard and as brutal as she had promised as she summoned him to her and began scolding him for having fucked a teacher.
After the scolding had gone on for some time, she ordered him to strip naked for punishment. His fingers trembling, his cock surging against the front of his pants, Jay undressed as quickly as he could. While he was doing so, the women exchanged glances and Jane noticed that Susan sat with her legs apart as she rubbed her twat through her panties.
When Jay stood naked, Jane casually reached out and, using his stiff tool as a handle, she drew him closer to her and held him there with her strong thighs. It felt so good he wanted her to crush him and she almost did.
"I'm very strong, Jay. Have you noticed that?"
"Oh yes, Miss Bilton. I know you are and very beautiful as well. You make me all excited."
"I am going to beat you very hard. It will hurt and you will cry."
"Yes Miss Bilton, I know."
Sensing the turmoil within the boy, Jane continued the dialogue for a long time. During much of it, she rubbed and patted the cheeks of his butt and felt the tension in them.
And then he was lying over her lap and she was spanking him. She spanked hard but unhurriedly. Jane believed in allowing the victim to savor the sting of each spank before the next was delivered.
He cried loudly and kicked his feet as he pleaded and begged for the spanking to stop.
Susan became so aroused by it all, that she was forced to pull her panties down, slip a finger into her slit and diddle herself until she came.
Just about at that time, a loudly crying Jay clambered off the woman's lap and jumped around the floor holding the cheeks of his butt in both hands to feel the maddening tingle that did not cease.
After giving him a minute during which his crying turned to a soft sobbing, Jane caught the boy in a passionate embrace.
"You take a spanking very nicely, Jay," she whispered.
"Boy ... sob ... you sure know how to ... spank," he sobbed in reply as he pressed eagerly against her.
"Would you like to take my panties off now and have a good look at my butt?"
Jay was still saying yes when he dropped to his knees and fumbled for the waistband of the fully stretched nylon panties. He had pulled them only partly down when, with a sob, he clutched her bared buttocks tightly and rubbed his face into the foliage of her belly.
Reaching down, she held his head and rubbed her belly against his face in response.
"Take them off for me and come to the couch," she said in a tone that was so much warmer than it had been.
Instantly, Jay obeyed and she leaned her weight on him as she stepped out of her panties. It was a short trip to the couch, but a delightful one for the still sobbing boy as he watched the motions of the big butt.
And then she was kneeling on the couch and he dropped to his knees close behind the massive, arched cheeks. In a moment, his hands were rubbing her hips and thighs as his mouth pressed eagerly against her, forcing a path between the big cheeks. He found woman smell there too and sent a hand into her crotch to seek out the source.
At the same moment, his tongue reached her arsehole but did not stop moving. For a little while, he licked up and down her crack, then, returning to the tight ring of membrane, it curled and pushed in a little. Her big butt bucked in excitement, but the boy held on and continued to tongue fuck her ass.
His cock throbbed madly as he continued licking and tonguing the avid butt while his finger moved back and forth in the softness of her hot, wet slit. It was, Jay decided, a wild and wonderful way to be with a woman.
Her butt was a mountain of soft, warm flesh and he wanted to stay with his face buried in it forever. His forever came to an earlier than expected end though as the ministrations of his tongue and his finger combined to make the big woman come with a roar and a great heaving of her butt.
"All right Jay," Susan said as she moved close and caught him by the shoulders, "she's climaxed now. You'd better stop and let her rest. Besides," she added warmly, "I'm dying to be fucked now."
Instead of disturbing her friend who continued to kneel, her butt swaying, her lungs fighting for breath, Susan threw herself down on her back on the rug. Jay took one look at the open invitation of her crotch and knew that if he did not get his cock into it right away, he would go off all over her.
In a moment he was in her, fucking strongly with the abandon of a sailor who has been at sea too long. Too soon, he felt the churning in his balls.
Her cunt was so warm and so delicious as it caressed his prick, that Jay wanted to hold back and make it last as long as he could. He was still winning his fight when he felt and heard Susan coming.
That did it. With another couple of strokes, he jerked against her and began shooting.
Susan felt the first spurt and began moaning in the satisfaction of her lust. He kept her moaning, her butt bouncing up and down, for much longer than he thought possible, as his pecker seemed to go on pumping his juice into her slit.
"I see what you mean," Jane's voice reached them from the couch where she sat fingering herself. "The little bastard seems to deliver a magnificent fuck."
"He does, dear," Susan panted as Jay continued to lie on her with his spent cock still inside her truly satisfied cunt. "I can't believe that anyone so young can satisfy a woman so well."
They rested then while the women had another drink. In a little while, Jay felt his prick fighting for a return to life as he watched and listened while Jane gave Susan a sound spanking with her strong right hand, then produced the strap and gave her a nice touching up with it.
When she stopped, Susan was still crying and kicking her legs. Jane motioned to him and he hurried over to kneel behind his beloved Susan. With his hands and his mouth, he took away all the pain and left only the delicious tingle in the cheeks of her ass and in her twat.
In a little while, he had to stop. Helping Susan to her feet, Jane took her to the couch where she hurriedly went down on her. As she sucked, Jay wondered if she would be angry because he had shot so much up Susan's cunt, but it didn't seem to bother her as she sucked noisily, her plump butt swaying, until Susan's legs shot up high, her ass rose off the couch and she groaned and cried her way through a come that seemed to be the real thing.
Later, Jay sat between the two women on the couch as they chatted and sipped drinks. Although he wasn't drinking, Jay was hardly bored. His hands were very busy with a naked woman on each side of him encouraging him to play and build arousal for the three of them.
In a little while, Jay's arousal was such that he saw his cock staring straight up at him. Jane saw it too and put her glass down. In a moment, she was kneeling on all fours on the rug.
"I've heard you're quite a ass fucker as well, Jay," she said over her shoulder. "Do you think you can handle this much butt?"
"Boy, can I," he panted as he got up anxiously and fell to his knees behind her.
There was no vaseline this time, just that waiting crack between the two massive cheeks which he quickly parted. Deep in the warm valley, her arsehole looked small, a little pink, inviting mouth puckered and waiting to feel the push of his hard young prick.
And then he was rubbing the big cheeks with his belly as he felt the head of his cock push at the tight hole until the entrance parted and the head pushed in. After that, it was a tight but not difficult trip as he buried himself in her until they were belly to ass, right up tight with his tool all the way home and happy.
He paused to adjust his grip on her, then, with Susan using quite unteacher-like words as she urged him on, Jay proceeded to give the big woman the first ass fucking of her life. She enjoyed it and made that very clear.
Since it was his second fucking of the afternoon, Jay lasted a long time so that Jane's arsehole was raw when he finally began jerking and twitching, his belly rubbing her ass warmly as he began to shoot his load into her.
Jane could feel the spurts where she had never felt them before.
"Oh you lovely butt fucker," she rasped. "Oh shoot it to me Jay, shoot it way up. Ooh that's good ... that's gooooood."
It was early evening when they finally decided to call a halt to their wonderful party. Before Susan and Jay left, it was agreed that they would get together often to play their games and invent variations on them.
No longer would Jay fear the dreaded Jane Bilton. She was stern, there was no doubt about that, but she had a beautiful big body, and it was his to play with. He had two teachers now instead of one, and his joy knew no bounds.
CHAPTER TEN
It had cost an arm and a leg, but the electronics man assured Jane and Susan that the tape recorders were all set to record for two hours straight without being touched. By way of being very sure, there was one sensitive microphone in the living room and another in Jane's bedroom.
In the event that they wanted to tape more, he pointed out, it was a simple matter for one of the women to slip into the closet in the spare bedroom and put on an extra reel. He showed them everything they could possibly need to know about the operation of the recorder and supervised as they tried their hands at it.
There was nothing left to do but wait. When Susan announced her surrender and the fact that she and Jane would accept his terms, Stanton stipulated that they meet at Jane's house at noon on Saturday.
Susan arrived at Jane's before eleven so that they could share the last hour of waiting.
"The hell with convention," Jane remarked a minute after Susan arrived, "I'm going to have a drink."
"I couldn't let you do a terrible thing like that alone," Susan grinned, "I'll have scotch and soda."
"Sure you wouldn't prefer a bloody Mary?"
"Positive. I want real booze."
As they returned to the living room with their drinks, each caught the other checking her watch.
"We look like a couple of kiddies waiting for Santa Claus to come," Jane quipped.
"To tell the truth, dear, I'm not dreading this nearly as much as I thought I was going to."
"Neither am I," Jane replied. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm almost looking forward to it. Everything but the spanking, that is."
"If the bastard weren't a former lover, I think I would be too. I wouldn't even mind the idea of being spanked."
"Then we each have one aspect we don't like," Jane commented.
"True, but there is one we like very much. The beautiful taste of revenge."
And revenge there would be. All week, the two teachers discussed how they would have him back to the house to hear a print of the tape, and how they would then put him through his paces.
Stanton had decided to play a dirty game, and they would take their time about devising methods of making their revenge even dirtier.
At almost eleven-thirty, they decided there was time for a second drink. They were not far into it when the door bell sounded. Both almost dropped their drinks.
"If that's him, he's really impatient," Jane said as she went to answer to door.
Susan noticed it was twenty to twelve. A moment later, she heard the jovial, confident voice of their blackmailer as Jane ushered him in.
"How flattering that you couldn't wait until noon," Susan greeted him.
"You're right, my dear," he gave a courtly bow. "The thought of such beauty waiting for me was too much."
"Have a drink, Stanton?" Jane asked.
"No thank you, my dear. I would like to take a little tour of the house though."
"I don't understand?" Jane replied with a frown.
"Let's just say I'd like to be sure we are not disturbed in our, uh, play."
With a shrug, Jane led him from the room. He checked every room and closet in the house, but Jane was not worried. Their electronics man had hidden the tape recorder well.
"That was very ungallant of you, Stanton," Susan greeted him when they returned to the room.
"Not at all, my dear Susan," he spoke as precisely as if he knew he was being recorded and wanted it to sound just right. "I am a very thorough and careful person. What I am doing here could be considered, uh, illegal. I believe it is called blackmail or extortion or something like that. I really wouldn't want a policeman listening from a closet."
"I think that under the circumstances," Jane added, "It could also be considered rape."
"A most interesting point, my dear," he said as he bowed. "But then again, since only we three shall witness it, I have no reason to fear."
During the exchange, Susan had refilled the glasses. She handed one to Jane. This time, she didn't offer the man one.
"Now then, Jane," he retained his pompous tone, "I have seen Miss Acton's lovely body, but I have yet to see yours. Shall we do something about that?"
"Not until I see that tape you promised to exchange for your bit of fun and games."
"Ah, quite so, my dear, quite so."
Picking up the brief case he had placed beside his chair, he opened it and removed a reel of tape. Walking across the room, he opened a drawer of Jane's ornate desk and deposited the tape there.
"We shall leave it there until the bargain has been completed. After that, it is yours. You will find that it is the correct tape and you have my word that there are no copies."
Both believed him. In his own way, he was still an honorable man, a man of his word who would die before telling a lie about such a thing.
"Now then, ladies, let us get everything clearly established. Until I leave, you are to amuse me in any and every way I demand. You are to submit to spankings, make love to each other, and do everything I say without protest. Do I have your agreement?"
"Yes," both replied at the same time.
"Come stand beside me, Jane," he said with excitement as he sat in a comfortable chair.
The woman walked to him and looked down at him with contempt.
"I have often watched you in school, Jane, and wondered how your strong body would look without clothes. Now I shall find out. Are you wearing a slip?"
"A half slip."
"Then I want you to take the hem of your dress and slip and slowly raise them to your waist. I want to see your bare belly above your panties."
Refusing to appear nervous, not wanting to give him that satisfaction, she reached down with both hands and did it the way he wanted. Her dress and slip rose slowly up her legs, over the tops of her nylons and all the way up until her white nylon panties were fully revealed.
His face moved closer as he stared at her cunny bush through the sheer nylon.
"Turn around, Jane."
She did.
"Open your legs ... bend ... bend lower ... aah, that's it. . . stand straight."
This time, he reached for her with both hands and she felt her panties being lowered.
"What a magnificent butt," he exclaimed as he patted and rubbed the plump, firm cheeks. Her panties stretched between her parted thighs.
"Will you enjoy it when I spank this delicious butt, my dear?"
"No."
"How strange. Around the school, you are known as Jane the Strapper. Rather like Jack the Ripper, you know. You do enjoy beating the students and watching them cry. Today, I shall make you cry."
Jane didn't answer him, she merely stood with a dignity that was surprising under the circumstances.
"Now Susan, my former darling, come stand beside your friend and do as she did."
Following Jane's example, Susan walked with dignity to stand beside her. Without being told, she raised her dress. She wore no slip. She too wore white nylon panties, it was something the two had agreed on earlier. It was really a small gesture of defiance, but it was something.
"How thoughtless of you to wear white panties," he sounded sad. "You should know a man--likes black lingerie."
As he spoke, he lowered Susan's panties until they, like Jane's, were tautly stretched between her thighs.
"Ah yes," he sighed, "that butt is as lovely as I recall. Do you remember how I could make it bounce when I fucked you?"
"Not really, Stanton," she sounded disinterested.
"And now," he said as he moved forward in the chair, "I shall savor the delight of feeling two cunts at the same time."
His hands came up and reached out. In a moment each hand stroked gently in a warm crotch. After a little while, he stopped and announced that he was going to make himself more comfortable.
"Stay as you are, my dears," he said as he stood and began undressing.
His idea of being comfortable involved wearing his socks and nothing more. As he stood cockily, he seemed almost boyishly proud of the hard-on he waved at the two women.
Still holding it, he walked to them and pressed it first between the big cheeks of Jane's butt, then did the same to Susan.
He had them turn then, and one after the other, he rubbed the head of his pecker in their cunt foliage. When he had done that, Stanton pulled up Susan's panties, then Jane's.
"Now my dears, you may lower your dresses and we shall commence a little game." As he spoke, he stood behind Jane, his arms around her, his hands fondling her breasts.
He spelled out how one of the women was to leave the room for a moment, then return. They were to meet, embrace, then go to the couch. There, they were to kiss and fondle each other and gradually undress each other. His instructions were complete and detailed.
They needn't have been though, since the women had already agreed between themselves, that they would give him all the show he wanted. As Jane had put it, "give the bastard a real case of lover's nuts."
At a signal, Jane walked from the room. She carried it off with the haughtiness of a duchess, and wore the same look of poise when she returned a moment later to meet Susan in an embrace. They kissed with such passion that the man in the chair began to play with himself.
As casually as if they were alone in the house, they sat on the couch then and resumed kissing. Jane's hand reached for Susan's thigh and raised her dress as she felt her way up.
The exposure of Susan's beautiful thigh in that way was far more exciting to see than an ordinary exposure of a nyloned leg and thigh could possibly be.
After a long time, Jane got up and, despite Stanton's look of annoyance, went to the table where they had left their drinks. She returned with them and gave one to Susan.
"Dammit," Stanton snarled, "you don't need liquor. Get on with it."
"Fuck you, buster," Jane jolted him with her retort. "You want to see a real lesbian show don't you? Well this is how it is done. If you keep your mouth shut and don't interrupt us again, we'll forget you're here and give you a show that will make you come in your pants every time you remember it."
She turned back to Susan and they kissed again. In a little while, between kissing and sipping their drinks, their fondling brought them back into the aroused mood the man had disturbed earlier.
Before long, Susan's dress had been pulled above her hips so that Stanton watched as Jane fondled her panties. As she did, Susan was playing passionately inside the top of Jane's dress which had been pulled wide open. In mere partial confinement of the bra cups, her big teats danced and bounced as Susan played with them and planted hot and wet kisses in the cleavage and along the white upper slopes.
Already, Stanton had been forced to let go of his cock a half dozen times for fear of shooting his load into the air. He kept reminding himself of the danger of spoiling the show by going off.
Jane pulled Susan's dress right off then and switched her attention to the full curves of the well packed bra cups which she rubbed hard, yet gently. As she writhed in passion, Susan pulled her dress and slip above her panty clad butt and fondled there for a long time before she tugged it over her lover's head and dropped it to the floor.
Their bras were next to go, although they seemed to be in no hurry about it. When they were discarded though, the women showed a definite anxiousness to suck each other's teats greedily and noisily.
When one was not sucking the other, she was fondling full mounds and further arousing already fully erect nipples.
Stanton came very close to blowing his load when Jane pushed Susan down on her back and, as she devoured her teats, her massive butt threatened to destroy her panties as it waved in front of the man's face.
Through the sheer nylon, he saw the shadowy crack between the arched cheeks. Around the edges of the crotch of her panties, he saw the curling tendrils of hair. He remembered how hairy her snatch was and wanted to see it again.
While he watched, he saw Susan reach around the woman's big butt and begin to pull the panties down. Seeing the big cheeks being bared that way was even more exciting to him than it had been earlier when he pulled them down himself.
They moved around on the couch for a little while, then Susan was taking Jane's panties right down and slipping them over her feet. At once, she twisted and began playing with the woman's cunt.
As she did it, Jane began removing the last pair of panties in the room. She picked Susan up as easily as if she were a child as she slid the little panties down and paused to kiss the pert ass before taking the scrap of nylon down and off.
Except for garter belt and nylons then, the women were naked. If they still remembered that Stanton was there watching them, they gave no indication of it as they writhed on the couch, teats rubbing, thighs intertwined, mouths locked in a series of passionate kisses as their hands sought and found exciting places to rub and pat.
"Now baby, now," Jane whispered hotly. "I'm going down on that tasty twat of yours."
"Me too," Susan panted in reply, "I'm going to eat your cunt right out."
The sweet threats became sweeter reality then as Jane turned and they came together. There was a panorama of silken thighs parting to reveal anxious cunts, then two faces moved into two crotches at the same moment.
At the moment of impact, there were groans from both women and, although neither heard it, Stanton groaned as he released his prick and bent over to keep from coming.
When he was sure he had been able to hold on, he got up and moved closer to the couch, close enough to touch the lesbians. He bent close, peering between thighs and under ass cheeks to see faces in crotches.
Never had he imagined anything so exciting as the sights and sounds of their greedy oral lovemaking.
And then the sounds changed and he knew that one of them was coming. Before he could figure out which one it was, the two were climaxing together. Reaching for the writhing mass, he began slapping and feeling and rubbing. There was flesh everywhere and he tried to handle it all at the same time.
Resenting the touches of the man during their moment of supreme intimacy and ecstasy, Jane and Susan moved apart at once. They would have preferred to stay together a little longer to enjoy the glow of after climax, but his hands and his remembered presence spoiled it for them.
Glaring at the intruder, Jane reached for her glass on the low table. While she was at it, she picked up Susan's as well and handed it to her.
"You won't be needing the glass in your hand, Susan," he said meaningfully as he returned to the chair. "We have reached ass spanking time."
"Be reasonable, Stanton," she protested, "I need time to recover." She downed a quick drink as she made her point.
"You may do your recovering over my lap, Sue. I don't need time to recover, I want to begin slapping those nice smooth cheeks. Come here at once."
Defeated, Susan gulped half the contents of the glass and went to him.
"I should have done this to you in the old days, Sue," he said as he adjusted her over his lap and wrapped his left arm around her waist. "If I had, it may have improved your manners and I'd still be fucking you as often as I wanted."
Susan bit back the reply she was about to deliver. The more she angered him, she reasoned, the harder he would spank her. The spanking began.
He slapped sharply, she soon learned, but not as hard as Jane. In a little while, she began to cry. That inspired him to spank even more briskly. She cried for a long time while the slap-slapping sound filled the house.
When he did finally stop, both pretty cheeks of the young woman's butt were flaming hot and burned a fiery red. Stanton, caressed and rubbed them as he admired his handiwork.
Spanking a woman's bare ass was thrilling, he decided, even more so than he had imagined it would be.
Looking down, he wondered what his daughter's ass would look like in a similar pose and shade of red. She had been acting up quite a bit lately, perhaps a good spanking would be just the thing for her.
Stanton was aware that his daughter, now almost seventeen, owned a luscious ass. He had often eyed the firm looking curves when she wore a tight pair of pants or a clinging latex bathing suit.
He began to plan it then. It would happen at a time when his wife was out attending one of her club meetings. He would speak to his daughter about some failing of hers, she had enough of them, and she would talk back.
He would threaten to spank her and she would become angrier and more defiant. He would grab her then, and, while she protested, would drag her across his lap with her skirts pulled up high, only her little nylon panties covering her pretty young ass.
She would change her tactics then and beg him not to take her panties down, not to spank her ass. It would be thrilling to hear.
And then her panties would be coming down over the hills of her butt, down her firm, silken thighs and her ass would be bare before him. He would spank her and thrill to the music of her crying. His cock would be hard as it was now while thinking of it. He would have to be careful not to go too far.
"All right, Susan," he jolted himself out of his reverie, "You may get up now and Jane will take your place."
Eagerly, she got up, smeared the tears over her face and went to rescue her glass. A spanking like that, from Jane, would have been pleasant, the continuing tingle would have kept the excitement alive.
But it wasn't that way. The tingle was there in her behind, but there was no thrill to it. There was no connection between her butt and her mind or her cunt either.
Draining the glass, she went to refill it. As she poured, she heard the sound of Stanton's aroused voice and the first slaps of the spanking.
She felt guilty when her body betrayed her by enjoying the sight of Jane's big butt being soundly spanked. She saw that her friend was fighting to keep from crying, but it was a losing cause.
There were a few sobs at first, then the hand was slapping the billowing cheeks harder and Jane was crying quite loudly and kicking her feet in anguish.
After a while, the entire surface of Jane's massive butt glowed a bright red and it seemed the man would never stop spanking. As Susan thought of it, he stopped. Jane's ordeal was over at last.
But Stanton wasn't finished. There was a stabbing pain deep in the roots of his cock. He had held the hard-on too long and the pain was becoming unbearable.
Fighting the pain that Jane had predicted they would cause him, Stanton had both women lie on the rug with their legs up and wide open.
Getting down, he examined both cunts with his eyes and his fingers. He probed inside, found the wetness and reveled in it.
Moving close to Jane, he took his cock in his hand, winced at the continuing ache and guided it through the forest of hairs to her slit. With a push, the head moved into the hot wet interior.
He continued to push until it was all the way in and he was grinding on her belly and in her crotch while Jane responded with sounds of revulsion.
"Don't you like fucking, Jane?" he taunted as he gave her a few more strokes.
She didn't reply, but he didn't seem to mind. He had his cock inside her cunt and that was all that mattered.
"Susan loves to fuck, don't you Susan?" he said in a loud voice. "Sometimes I think Susan is all cunt. She was already to open her cunt for me and take another fuck."
To Jane's surprise, the man pulled his prick out of her slit and moved away from her. Only when she saw him move to Susan did she realize that he had been merely toying with her, trying out the feel of her cunt.
It did not surprise her then. Susan had rejected him as a lover, and now he would exact his revenge by forcing her to lie under him and submit to the fucking she would no longer give him willingly.
"Look at my cock, Susan," he gloated as he waved it at her while kneeling up in front of her, close to her crotch. "See the shiny juice on it? That came from Jane's cunt. A real juicy cunt it is too, but I suppose you know that from having sucked it so often."
Although she glared back at him, she said nothing that he could hear. Under her breath, she was cursing him. "Oh you perverted, sadistic bastard, fuck me and get it over with, why don't you?"
"Do you want me to fuck you, Susan?" It was as if he had read her mind.
"Yes, damn you," she spat, unable to maintain the silence she had vowed to keep.
"All right, Susan darling, I'll drive it up your steamy hot cunt right now. There." He drove it hard and hurt her.
At the same time, both women saw him wince and knew he had hurt himself too.
"There ... and there ... there..." he panted as he jabbed until he was in her slit right to the pain wracked hilt of his cock.
"Is this the way you wanted it?" he asked as he began to stroke inside her cunt. "Is it ... is it ... is it...?"
"Well it isn't the way you're going to get it Susan my dear."
As he said it, he knelt up straight, his wet cock glistening, his eyes gleaming with a maniac glow.
"Come and get it, baby, wrap your pretty lips around this wet head and suck me dry. Move fast, baby, I have a strap in my briefcase and I'll burn the skin off your fat butt if you don't hurry."
Susan didn't mind sucking a cock, she had done it before and had, in better days, sucked his. Now though, it was ugly and repulsive, so much so that she could not be sure she wouldn't be sick to her stomach.
Steeling herself by thinking that the sooner she got it over with the sooner he would leave, she rolled over, hunched in front of him and wrapped a hand around the sticky shaft of his pecker.
Her mouth opened and she took it in. She began sucking it at once and, to hurry things along, began to jerk him off at the same time.
He was whimpering and she knew she was hurting him, so she jerked harder and faster. "All right, you filthy bastard," she said under her breath. "You wanted a blow job and that's what you're getting. Don't whimper to me about it, you filthy old hypocrite, shoot your fucking wad and get it over with."
And then he was shooting and groaning as though he were going to die.
Susan didn't want to drink his semen, but she couldn't spill it on Jane's rug. She swallowed it without losing a single drop.
Silently then, looking extremely uncomfortable mentally as well as physically, Stanton Parker dressed and took his leave.
Both women breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him. They had paid their price and the tape of their indiscretion was theirs now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
On Monday morning, Susan met Stanton Parker before classes. He was perfectly correct in his manner, as if the incident of the previous Saturday had not happened.
If only he knew about those lovely tapes which gave more than ample proof that it had indeed happened and that Stanton had been the star of the show, she thought, that air of confidence would soon crumble.
Her second class of the morning was the one to which Jay belonged. Susan was surprised to see that he was not among the group. He had seemed well enough when he left, early the previous evening.
She almost smiled as she thought of how hard he had tried to raise another hard-on for one last fuck, and how she had to order him to go home and get a good night's sleep to rest up from his labors of the day.
Her concern about the boy grew until, during her first free period, she went to the office and drew his file to get his phone number. He answered on the second ring.
"Jay," she said it a little more sharply than she meant to, "why on earth aren't you in school. Are you all right?"
"Miss Acton? Oh, I just had to take the morning off. I'll be in after lunch."
"But you've had a perfect attendance record for two terms now, why on earth would you spoil that?"
"Well, Miss Acton, this morning, I heard her, you know, the woman in the next apartment, telling her daughter she was going out shopping, so I knew it was my chance to try to make a peep hole through the wall."
"Oh, Jay, I know how important that is to you, but you've spoiled a perfect attendance record."
"I'm sorry, Miss Acton," he did sound truly subdued.
"Very well, Jay. Your first afternoon class is at one-thirty, isn't it."
"Yes."
"Then come to my home room at one-fifteen. Is that clear?"
He assured her it was, and kept his word. He was almost five minutes early arriving.
"All right, Jay, I've covered your absence this morning so that your record for attendance is still intact, but I do not want you to do it again. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Acton, and thanks a lot."
"Don't thank me yet, Jay, I may turn you over to Miss Bilton for punishment."
"You mean here in school?" he registered concern at the thought of a strapping from the stern teacher.
"No, silly. Perhaps at her house sometime over the weekend." She finished the sentence with a little grin.
"I'll take my punishment, Miss Acton," he said with a slight tremble in his voice.
"That's nice, Jay. Now tell me, since you took the morning off for this naughty purpose, how did you fare?"
"Oh, great. I got one place into the woman's bedroom and one into the girls'. "
"That does sound good, dear. Even when there isn't any spanking, you can still watch them undressing if you're very careful."
"That's what I was thinking too."
"Don't pull yourself off too often though. After all, you have better things to do with your strength now."
With a happy smile, the boy assured her that he had given up pulling himself. "That's kid stuff," he said manfully.
Since both she and Jane had a free final period, they left school early and drove to their favorite bar. There, over cocktails, they discussed Stanton's reaction toward both of them.
"It just breaks my heart to see him walking around being so smug," Susan said with feeling.
"I feel exactly the same way, dear. That being the case then, I'm all for yanking the rug out from under him now."
"You mean let him hear the tape now?"
"Oh no, dear, that would be too easy. He left us on the hook for a while to sweat it out. I propose we do the same to him."
"Ooh, I like you. You're nice and nasty," Susan said with admiration in her voice. "When do we break it to him?"
"Well, I don't feel like going back to the school now, so let's hit him with it in the morning before classes."
After two more drinks, both women began to feel so good that they went on to Jane's house. Both were in the mood to feel even better and decided that the older teacher's house was the place for that.
When they arrived, they had yet another drink then went into the living room where, by mutual consent, they removed dresses and slips and sat together in bra and panties.
For a while, they were content to chat, but they reached a point where that no longer sufficed. Taking off their bras and panties, they embraced and began to fondle each other. A little later, lying across the couch, Susan sighed deeply as she felt her lover's mouth press against her sensitive, very responsive cunt.
Jane used her hands as cunningly as her mouth, they held Susan's buttocks and thighs and seemed to urge her body upward to meet the delicious assault of her sucking mouth and lapping tongue. From time to time, they spanked as well, but only lightly, as if in a sensual reminder of what they really could do and had done in the past.
Susan heard her own almost plaintive cry as she began to come. As the explosion grew stronger, so did her cry of joy. At the end, she was gasping. It was one of those climaxes that actually hurt, yet there was ecstasy in that hurt.
In a minute, she and Jane discussed the problem of the odd painful climax and both knew what to do about it. Susan leaned back on the couch with her legs apart. Jane's hand felt soothing as it moved down over Susan's belly, through the clump of tangled hairs, then the finger moved between her pussy lips and found her clitoris.
It was still sensitive, but the feeling was wonderful as the finger stroked it gently. In a little while, she felt herself coming and knew it was going to be good.
* * *
But while Susan was finding sexual release with Jane, Jay was strictly on his own.
He had rushed home from school to try out his new peeking devices. Drawing the drapes both in his room and the kitchen, so that the rooms would be darker than the ones into which he would peep, he waited for the family to arrive.
During the next half hour, while he waited, his mind tried to tell him what he would see. It was difficult though, so he switched instead to remembering wonderful things with Susan, his beautiful woman who made a man out of him.
One scene held his attention. In that one, he saw his Susan lying over Jane's lap and being beaten on her bare ass with the strap. He just had to find out what it was like. She seemed to enjoy it, and that made it good.
Before he realized it, he found himself kneeling with his pants and shorts pulled down. There was no suitable strap with which he could experiment, but he did have his belt. He had to try it. Had to find out.
Taking a last look through the hole and finding the place still deserted, he doubled the belt, took a deep breath and swung. The edge of the belt merely grazed his hip.
Angry and frustrated, he stood and turned his back to the mirror. Looking over his shoulder, he tried again. It worked a little better from the point of view of accuracy, but the slap was so light he could barely feel it.
Frustration and desire mingled wildly, and he began to slash at himself at a frantic pace. Most of the slaps lacked the real sound of a strap hitting, many of them missed the target he was aiming for and hit hips and thighs rather than buttocks.
It was no use. Either he was too excited to do it well, or it just wasn't possible for a person to strap himself. As he dropped the belt and looked into the mirror, he saw the marks he had left behind.
There was almost none of the warm red glow he had seen on Susan's ass cheeks during and after her strapping. Instead, there were ugly bruises and lines where, he guessed, the edges of the strap had cut him.
He wondered, as he twisted for another viewing of them, how long it would take for the ugly marks to go away. There was a sinking sensation in his stomach as he thought of Susan seeing them and demanding to know what they were caused by.
Did he dare tell her? How would she react? He was still wrestling with that problem, when he heard a door close in the adjoining apartment. Peering inside, he saw nothing at first, then the woman came into her bedroom. He had heard her call Candy and Cindy without any reply. She sounded angry and, as she strode into the bedroom and dropped her purse onto the dresser, her face reflected plenty of anger.
Picking up a wooden backed hair brush, she seemed to be mumbling to herself as she tapped the palm of her left hand with the back of it. Jay's heart leaped at the indication that one or both of the girls would be spanked and that this time, he would see as well as hear it.
In build, the woman reminded him a little of Jane. She was bigger, though, but in spite of her relative heaviness, she had that same look of strength. The main difference was that while Jane had a polished, smooth appearance, this woman seemed rather coarse.
While he watched, the woman hiked her dress up and began to tug a heavy girdle down. Pressing close to his peeping spot, Jay quickly pushed his pants all the way down again and felt his pecker jump to life at the sight of the big thighs and girdled butt.
When the girdle cleared her butt, she paused to pull her panties back up snugly around her. Throwing the tail of her dress up over her back, she bent, her butt cheeks pushing out against the tightly stretched nylon that was almost white, and tugged the girdle down her thighs. Stepping out of it, she tossed the girdle carelessly onto a chair by the bed. Reaching under her dress again, she pulled her panties part way down, massaged her belly and butt, as if in relief after the confinement of the heavy girdle, then pulled her panties back up.
Jay jumped at the sound of their door opening. Hurriedly, he pulled his pants up and hung the picture over the wall. At the last moment, he remembered to open his drapes.
"Jay," he heard the call from the living room.
"Mom? What are you doing home so early?" he called out as he went to meet her--.
"I wasn't feeling so good," she said tiredly, "so Mister Mack gave me the last hour off. Things weren't too busy at the store anyway."
When she asked him to make her a pot of coffee, he hurried into the kitchen to do so. Before he could pick up the perc to empty and rinse it, he heard the scolding voice in the next apartment. Moments later came the sound of the spanking.
He wanted to scream with rage. The one day his mother had to come home early was the very day when he would have gotten his first view of the spanking next door.
"Well, she's at it again," his mother commented as she came into the kitchen and sat tiredly at the end of the table. "Those poor girls never get a chance to cool off their fannies."
Jay was deprived of the chance of even hearing the spanking properly since his mother kept up a running conversation that was more of a monologue.
When he found a chance to interrupt, he made an excuse about having to get something from his room. Before he even got to his room, the sounds stopped and only the scolding remained.
Moving the picture hurriedly, he peered into the other room just in time to see the girl walk out of the room with her mother following, still haranguing the weeping victim who rubbed her behind through her dress.
Damn ... damn ... damn..., Jay muttered under his breath.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Susan couldn't even understand why she had gone to the annual teacher's ball except that most of her friends from the school were going and wanted her to make up a table. Jane had been brave enough to bow out, but Susan didn't seem able to resist the pressure.
Before she reached the table with the rest of her party, she was stopped by a hand on her arm and a strong voice greeting her warmly.
"Matt," she said in surprise, "how nice to see you again after all this time."
The last time she had seen him was the previous year when, for a change, she had done some relief teaching while taking a special course to improve her qualifications.
Matt had then been waiting for a divorce to come through, and they had even talked of spending an evening together, but it was one of those things they hadn't gotten around to. She had been dating Stanton then and was only beginning to doubt his sincerity, so that was probably a factor.
When Matt asked her to dance, she did. When they finished, he found a small table for the two of them. Each brought the other up to date on what news they had to share. Matt told her that he had his divorce and was just enjoying a life of social freelancing.
Considering his good looks and personality, Susan was quick to guess that he did a lot of socializing between the sheets. She almost blushed when she caught herself wondering what he would be like in the sack.
They danced often after that, selecting the dreamy tunes and leaving the more lively ones for the younger swingers, the chicks who liked to make their miniskirts swirl so that they could show their panties.
With each dance, Susan became more and more caught up by the feeling of being held by Matt. As if he sensed it, he held her closer so that their bodies did interesting things to each other.
It was only a little after eleven when Matt suggested they go somewhere quieter so they could enjoy a drink and a chat with less distractions.
"Hell, Susan," he said before he started the car, "I'm nothing if not honest. The quiet place I'd like to take you is to my well furnished bachelor pad. Do I horrify you?"
"No, Matt, you don't. Still, I don't think I should take you up on it. Not tonight," she added as an afterthought.
"I promise I won't rape you," he said with a grin in the half light of the parking lot.
"I don't see you in the role of rapist," she smiled back. "I guess it's just the feminine thing about not on the first date."
"I respect your right, Susan, although I wouldn't have guessed you were such a conformist."
"Wrong number, Matt. I'm not a conformist at all. As a matter-of-fact, the reason I hesitate is only that I'm afraid you'll ask something and I'll say yes."
"You said hesitate, not refuse," he countered.
"I guess I did at that, didn't I?"
Matt dropped the conversation and started the car. All she needed, he saw, was to be guided. As long as he played it carefully, he reasoned, and didn't push, he would be able to guide her right into bed.
Matt didn't lack for female company, nor did he try to put the make on every female he met, but there was something about Susan that he liked from the first time he saw her. He guessed it was a blend of youthful beauty and womanly poise.
The younger chicks, in his view, were fun to undress and toy with, but in the sack they didn't rate with him, to Matt, they lacked that confidence and willingness to experiment.
They went on chatting easily, and he liked the fact that she didn't pull the hem of her fashionably short dress down, even after she obviously caught him admiring her sleek thighs in their sheer nylon sheaths.
"Here we are lady," he said as he braked the car to a stop in front of a good looking apartment building. "All you have to do is tell me to drive on and I'll start driving."
"No thanks, Matt, let's go up. I warn you though, I'll probably say no."
"That's okay, I'll probably ask twice," he grinned as he wheeled the car down the ramp to the basement garage.
While he completed the tricky maneuvers involved in fitting the car into the proper slot, Susan thought that with his easy, confident approach, the chances of her saying no or his having to ask twice, were getting thinner by the minute.
Although Matt's apartment stopped short of the Playboy bachelor pad, it was expensively and tastefully furnished and appointed. Although it had a masculine air about it, it was the kind of place in which a woman could feel at ease without difficulty.
She was offered her choice of drinks from a well stocked bar in a little alcove out of sight of the main living area, and she decided to go along with scotch and soda. While he poured, Susan walked over to the thinly draped window which ran along one wall, and looked out over the lights of the city, fourteen stories below.
While the view was impressive, Susan didn't really see it that clearly. Her eyes saw the lights and the ghostly forms of buildings, but her mind was occupied elsewhere with thoughts of the man behind the bar.
The closest she could come to an accurate description of her state, was that her heels were getting round and her panties were getting dangerously warm right down the middle.
"Want to stand, or sit?" he asked as he returned to the room with the drinks.
"Let's sit, Matt. I was just killing time."
"Looking or thinking?" he asked lightly in a tone that indicated interest without invasion of privacy.
"Mostly thinking, I guess, but let's not let the party become palled with serious things."
"Deal. Just one statement first though. If you'd like to change your mind and go home, I'll deliver you there. No questions asked, no recriminations."
"Thanks Matt, you're very sweet and considerate, but it wasn't that at all. In fact, God help us, I was telling myself that in spite of any good intentions I may have had, I am very probably going to go to bed with you tonight and enjoy it very much."
"You sure know how to make a guy almost drop his drink, lady," he said as little wrinkles of delight formed around his eyes. "I think I'd better put it down."
He did and she followed suit. A moment later, she was in his arms enjoying the way he kissed her with both passion and tenderness. I, she told herself, am going to be fucked by a real man tonight and I'm going to like it.
"May we just chat and drink for a while?" she asked as they moved reluctantly apart. "You'll know when I'm tired chatting."
"Yes, Susan, I'll know, and I much prefer it this way for both of us. I never was much for the cave man, rush routine anyway."
"I'm glad to hear that, but I'm not surprised."
"Make no mistake," he threatened, "it isn't that I'm a gentleman or anything like that. It's just that grabbing a woman and tearing her clothes off uses up so much energy that can be put to better use."
"Don't try to kid me, Matt Nelson," Susan laughed. "You are a gentleman all right and I'm confident that you use your energy very well."
"You talk like an expert in the matter," he teased.
"Well, perhaps I did learn a few things on my way to old maidhood."
"Oh well," he went along with it, "better old maidhood than old maidenhood, I always say. Besides, maidenhood and maidenheads leave me cold. I never did want to be a pioneer, blazing fresh trails and all that."
"I'm glad to hear that," she pretended relief. "That bit about blazing sounded too close to the Marquis de Sade for my liking."
"No de Sade for me thanks, I tend more to follow the old classics of Roger Charlton and Andrew Miller."
"I must be getting behind in my classics," Susan admitted. "I don't know them."
"Miller," he told her, "wrote in the nineteenth century, Charlton was before him.
They are not the type of classics you'd be--likely to have your students read, anyway."
"Then you really are a dirty old man. Were they too?"
"Far from it. Not for them all the cruelty with whips and all that jazz. Mind you, their characters were not above warming a well rounded, feminine rear, but they understood about the function of women, which is more than can be said for the Marquis."
"Didn't he understand the female function?"
"Hell no. You can't have read him either. When one of his women climaxes, she gushes like a fire hose. I doubt that the old phony ever had a piece of tail in his life."
"How disillusioning," Susan turned on a look of alarm. "Also how messy."
"Messy indeed," he agreed, "I suspect that's why people wore high boots, so they could wade around the bedroom after the lady had climaxed a couple of times."
Their conversation continued on a sexual plane, yet the touch of humor remained with it to keep it light and easy. They finished their drinks and Susan came into his arms to be kissed again.
It was an exciting kiss, and both stood up without a word being spoken. Matt held her hand and they walked into the bedroom together. There, after he had kissed her warmly again, he opened the fastener at the back of her dress and slid the zipper down for her.
Stepping back then, he looked at her as she undressed. When she had removed her dress and half slip, he spoke for the first time since they entered the room.
"If you're tired, lady," his voice was both strong and tender, "I could take the rest off for you."
"I've never felt better in my life," she said with a grin, "but I'll fake it and pretend to be pooped."
Before Matt took off his Jockey shorts, Susan saw the bold outline of a man sized cock and was thrilled at the obvious hardness of it as it fought for escape. When he gave it that escape and she saw it, she liked it even better.
"You're a very well built dirty old man," she commented with a leer.
"Thank you, ma'am," he bowed as he tossed the shorts out of the way. "Wait until you see me close up."
"See you close up?" she smiled. "I'm waiting to feel you well up."
"You're a brazen wench and I like it," he said as he took her into his arms. "And speaking of built, lady, you've got it and I want it."
As if to discover more of it, he reached behind and slipped the catches of her bra. He held the left cup in place while he removed the other slowly. At the sight of what he had bared, he hurriedly removed the other cup and tossed the garment aside. Instantly, his strong hands became bra cups and played the role with a comfort that Maidenform would envy.
The touch became even more exciting then when his mouth traded position with one of his hands. Both of them were sighing then, but Matt's sighs were understandably muffled by the mouthful of teat.
Being a man of manners, Matt knew that one didn't talk with his mouth full, but, he reasoned, there was no rule he knew of that said he couldn't sigh that way. At least, he hadn't read a thing about it in Emily Post.
"Didn't you forget my panties?" she asked with a grin as he led her to the bed.
"No normal man could ever forget your panties, darling," he replied as he drew her down onto the bed with him, "but my constitution, while strong, can stand only so much beauty at one time."
"Your constitution stands very well, sir," she said as she reached between them and wrapped her hand lovingly around the shaft of his prick and felt the strength surge in her grip.
"Lady," he warned as his right hand coursed over the curve of a buttock, "if you spoil that monster, I'll cut my throat."
"If you cut your throat," she paused to squeeze his cock again, "then I'll cut this off and have it mounted."
"Did you say mounted or mount it?"
"Both, now that you mention it. I'll throw away my whole supply of candles." As she said it, she hoped he thought she was kidding and felt a little guilty about the one at home and the other in Jane's house.
"You really are putting me on," he whispered. "Candles should be burned in adoration of your beauty, but that is the last item you would ever need."
Some inner voice told her then that she never would be able to use one again. She also hoped that she would never want to.
When Matt was ready to take off the skimpy panties which had been so well fondled, he rolled her over onto her tummy and told her to lift her ass a little.
She did it eagerly and as he began to pull them down over the silken cheeks, he sighed again. This time though, the sound came out as half sigh and half moan.
"I've seen bums before, darling," he told her in a reverent whisper, "and beautiful ones too, but never anything to compare to this."
Susan liked his words and the tone in which they were uttered, but she liked it even better when he bent close and paid tribute to the rounded cheeks and the crack with his lips and tongue.
A little later, when he pulled the panties part way down her thighs, he slipped his left arm around her, held her, and gave her a playful, but slightly stinging spank. She arched her ass upward as if telling him to go ahead.
"You didn't protest very much," he observed as he rubbed the spot where he had spanked.
"I didn't want to," she told him.
"Now there's a beautiful subject to be discussed another time," he said as he pulled her panties all the way down her legs and off. "And speaking of beautiful subjects," he said as he turned her over and lay atop her.
"Oh yes, Matt," she panted, "I don't care if I am shameless. Give it to me. I'm so ready for you right now."
"Not as ready as you're going to be, darling," he said huskily as he moved down in the bed.
Her thighs parted at the first touch of his hands, and he gazed into her silken crotch at the inviting pink lips. They were inviting him to kiss and he did just that. After a minute, he did more as his tongue went into her slit with a greedy lapping motion.
Having been lapped by both males and females in the past, Susan thought she had known it all, but Matt's mouth and tongue told her she was wrong. It wasn't just that this was better, it was like something completely different. It was a new and different act entirely and provided the most wonderful sensation she had ever known.
She heard herself begging him to fuck her, but his hands held her firmly as his maddeningly beautiful tongue lapped and set her afire until, she felt her whole being, body and mind, tensing for a climax that she knew was going to set a new high for ecstasy. Not just a personal high, she told herself, but an Olympic and world record for all time.
When she came, it was not only as good as she told herself it would be, it was infinitely better. She swore that even her toenails were coming. No portion of her body missed the erotic earthquake. Nothing she had ever experienced could compare with this. It went on and on and on as his hands held her comfortingly and his face, moving out of her crotch at just the right moment, pressed warmly against her heaving belly.
He understood how she felt and held her for a long time before he moved up over her and she saw the majestic form of his cock poised above her waiting crotch. She had just experienced her most thrilling and complete climax ever, but she was more than ready to do it again.
"Ohhhh Matt, yes," she sighed aloud as she felt the big velvet head pressing between the lips of her cunt.
He brought his weight down on her gradually as he drove the full length of his stiff cock up her well lubricated slit. There was no doubt, no hesitation, no rushing about it as he fed her his prick until their bodies rubbed. He had no more to give, but she wanted no more. It was the ultimate for both.
While he fucked her with an even, unhurried rhythm, Matt even seemed to sense when to lift a portion of his weight off her and when to grind down on her and slap her with the full force of his body at the completion of a long, firm stroke.
To the extent that it was possible to think, Susan told herself that not only had she never been lapped before, but using this as the criterion, she had never been fucked before either.
Anything up to this moment had simply been a matter of a cock moving in and out of her cunt. This, she told herself, was fucking. This was fucking the way the gods of mythology had intended it to be.
Logic told her that his magnificent cock was only inside her cunt, but all her senses assured her that it had entered every portion of her body.
It could have been minutes or hours or weeks, for all she knew, but she was coming again and realizing that he had been waiting for her.
He allowed her to reach the high point of her climax, then with a couple of quick plunging strokes, he began spurting his strength into her. It was strength, she knew, because it instantly made her stronger and more perceptive of the beauty she was experiencing with him. It was as if his juices had penetrated her brain and made it a better, stronger thing.
"Oh Matt," she gasped when she was able to find breath, "I lied to you when I told you I'd fucked before. If this was a fuck, then I was a virgin. I've never known anything like this, not even anything remotely like it."
He too was laboring for breath, but he forced his lungs to produce enough so that he could whisper with his mouth partly on her ear and partly buried into the side of her neck.
"Susan, I don't know what happened between us tonight, but I'll never be the same again, nor will any other woman. I've sworn that I'll never love again, but this is something stronger than what I used to consider love. I don't even know what it is."
"Oh no Matt, no. I don't know what to say or what to think or anything. Something did happen and it was so fantastic that I'm afraid of it and afraid of myself. Hold me darling, hold me."
He held her and she held him and, in a little while, a kindly fate provided a temporary solution to their quandary as to what had happened as they drifted into a sleep that was, for both, as beautiful and restful as their act of love had been beautiful and wild.
Out of it would have to come the inspiration that would help them in the morning to understand what had happened in the night.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When she woke in the early hours of Saturday morning, Susan felt ugly fingers of revulsion clawing at her stomach from within and without. It had nothing to do with the man who still slept beside her, nothing direct, that is.
Her first thought on awakening was that she and Jane had a date with Stanton Parker at noon that day. Stanton and Jane and everything in the world but Matt, was, or should be, a million miles away from her, out of sight and out of mind.
And yet, an innate sense of duty told her that she could not back down on her friend and former lesbian lover now. And Jane was indeed a former lover. Regardless of what did or did not happen between Susan and Matt, she knew that she could never again turn to lesbian love anymore than she could again go to bed with young Jay or with any ordinary man.
In that one chance meeting with Matt the night before, her whole life had been changed. If he felt the same way about it, she told herself, then life stretched out as a beautiful eternity, if not, then she trembled as she thought of ending that life while it was at its peak and she had stood on the summit of Olympus.
She remained very quiet with her thoughts for fear of waking him, but, as if his subconscious had delivered the message and sounded the alarm, his eyes opened wide and he was smiling up into her face.
Everything she had seen in that face the night before was there again. If anything, it was stronger now, more convincing, more compelling, more wonderful.
"I love you, darling," he said with a smile she felt deep inside her cunt, "and by the way, good morning."
"Don't say that, Matt," she begged and fought back the tears.
"What's wrong with saying good morning? Everybody says it all the time."
And then she couldn't hold the tears and she fell onto him, her tears spilling over his chest as he moved quickly to take her into his arms and comfort her.
"Tell me, darling," he said in a tone that was almost a sob. "Tell me what it is."
"I'm afraid, Matt," she sobbed. "Forgive me, but I'm afraid."
"You'll have to tell me more, darling," he urged with his voice and his arms as he held her closely. "Maybe it's the same thing that's happened to me, but you have to tell me."
"Matt, I don't know what it is," the tears were in her voice as well as her eyes, "but something happened last night and now I can't just go on living as I did before. Matt, I just don't own myself anymore. I'm a new person and I don't even know myself. I don't know what to do."
"Then it seems we have a little something to work out together. You see, something happened to me as well. What was supposed to be a very pleasant roll in the hay got way out of hand and became something else for me."
"Truthfully, Matt? For you too?"
"For me too. When I said I love you, a minute ago, I said it because I had to."
"Oh Matt. How could we? I mean so quickly."
"That's what puzzles me, Susan. I'm not the type. Hey," he went on, "why in hell are we acting so glum? What's wrong with falling in love anyway?"
He gathered her into his arms and both discovered that there was nothing wrong with it at all. In fact, it was an exciting and wonderful thing.
Their bodies began to respond to the miracle together. When that happened, they used their hands and their mouths to intensify what was happening to them.
For a long time, Matt nuzzled and sucked generous teats while his hand explored the warmth of her crotch and made it warmer with a finger playing in her slit.
Susan, in the meantime, was able to amuse herself with the magnificent, stiff cock and hairy balls that were ready to do even more for her.
Convinced of this, she took his cock and guided it to the mouth of her slit where a moist passage cried out a silent invitation for it to come in.
Turning a little, she pushed the beautifully swollen head inside and gripped it with the walls of her cunt. It was all she was called on to do.
With an animal groan, Matt rolled onto her and began to fill her with his cock. Susan was convinced it had grown during the night so that it was bigger than during their first fuck.
What had been beautiful last night, became even more so as his cock continued to stroke with that delightful, slow rhythm, fucking not just her cunt, but all of her. He seemed so deeply inside her, that Susan was disappointed at not being able to feel it in her mouth.
After the fuck was nicely underway, Matt brought her legs down flat. Without allowing his cock to slip out of the moist nest of her twat, he raised his left leg over her right thigh, bent it at the knee and caressed her body with it as he stroked on without a break in the rhythm.
"Oh Matt, darling," she panted, "I've never been fucked like this. It's so beautiful this way."
She continued talking to him, telling him how good it was and how beautifully he fucked. Her words added fire to his arousal until it reached such intensity, after Susan had rocked through one come, that he knew he was not going to be able to hold back much longer.
With a cry of ecstasy and disappointment, Matt felt his balls exploding and, in a moment, Susan felt the delicious results spurting strongly into the depths of her churning belly.
When he could find breath, Matt tried to apologize for not having lasted long enough to give her a second come.
"Oh you wonderful lover, you must be crazy. Don't you realize how few women get even one good come during a fuck? Don't you dare apologize."
Matt left the room then and returned bearing a tray containing a couple of Bloody Marys. As they worked their way through the off beat breakfast, they decided it really was an excellent meal. Later, Susan whipped up scrambled eggs and toast as a chaser.
When she told Matt she would have to leave soon, he was shattered, and begged her to stay on.
"Matt dear," she replied gently and with warmth, "I have the feeling that a whole new life is opening up for me. Before I walk into it, there is one loose end I must tie off in my old life. Please try to understand."
"When you put it that way, dear, I can't argue. How long will this take?"
"A couple of hours, and thanks for not asking what it is," she said.
When, after Matt insisted, Susan agreed to take his car so that she could make the trip faster and return to him sooner, they decided that there was time for a drink together on the balcony.
The late-spring, late-morning sun was refreshingly warm and made the city below look a little better than it really was. As Susan looked around and drank it all in, she told herself it was a perfect Saturday for being lazy and doing loving things with a good lover.
But there was that one thing that could not be postponed. This was the day, and the hour was approaching, when they exacted their revenge on Stanton Parker.
At that moment, revenge was the most remote thing from Susan's mind. She would willingly, yes gladly, she knew, forget all about Stanton and revenge, but that choice, she also knew, was not hers to make.
There was Jane to consider. Susan doubted that Jane could ever be anything more than a friend to her, they had, she was confident, made love for the last time. Yet, Jane was and had been a friend, and Susan couldn't lose sight of that fact.
They had both looked forward with eagerness to this date with Stanton, and, she knew, Jane still did. If she backed out at the last moment, Susan told herself, she would break Jane's heart a second way.
As it was, she was going to break it by calling off their fun and games, that was enough. That thought reminded her too of what her new life meant and how there would be no room in it for Jay either. Telling him wouldn't be easy, but it too was something that had to be done before she earned her passport to the new world of love.
Matt knew instinctively that she was involved in a personal wrestling match, so he remained silent, content to look at her and be aware of her presence.
"I have to leave now, Matt," she said sadly.
"Away you go, lady," he said in a bright, light tone. "If you're more than two hours, I'll spank you when you get back."
"Right, boss," she sounded a little more cheerful. "I'll time it to be away two hours and thirty seconds."
And then she was gone and Matt was along on the balcony remembering her words and wondering if she really was the type who enjoyed a spot of sex spanking from time to time. He hoped so and made a careful note of her time of departure.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"You had me worried, Susan," Jane scolded, yet sounded relieved as she greeted her friend at a little after eleven-thirty. "I kept phoning you all morning."
"I'm sorry, dear," Susan replied, "I didn't mean to worry you, but things got a bit mixed up."
Susan saw the flash of suspicion in Jane's eyes, but guessed she wouldn't probe for details until later. It was better that way, since it meant that Jane would be able to enjoy the punishment of the vice-principal before hearing what she had to tell her after the man left.
Over drinks, Susan explained that she felt well enough to enjoy watching the man's punishment, but not well enough to take a very active part in it.
"Then in that case, Susan dear," Jane forced a smile, "I shall have to be efficient enough for two, but I think I can manage it. Wait until you see what I have in mind for the final act of Stanton's little payment session."
"Are you going to tell me about it?" Susan asked.
"No. Both you and Stanton will learn about it at the same time. Trust me, it will be even more exciting that way."
"Right, Jane. You're the boss."
Susan saw that Jane was beginning to get into the spirit of the thing and felt better about it. She wondered, almost idly, whether she too would find any enjoyment in watching the man grovel at Jane's feet.
In contrast to the previous Saturday when Stanton had been twenty minutes early arriving at the house, this time, it was exactly noon when he rang the bell.
As Jane got up to admit him, Susan saw raw, animal passion in her eyes and knew that Stanton would pay very dearly for what he had forced them to endure the previous week. More important though, she sensed that Jane would reap full enjoyment from it.
Formal greetings were exchanged, and Susan was surprised at how much she enjoyed the change in the man's appearance. There was nothing cocky or jovial about him this Saturday.
Susan poured drinks for herself and Jane. While she was doing it, she heard Stanton ask if he could have a drink with them. As she reached for a third glass, she stopped at the sound o Jane's voice.
"No Stanton, you may not. As I recall, last Saturday you did not seem to approve of drinking. Today, we do not approve of it, for you."
With that, she took the glass Susan handed her and, with a look of scorn toward the man, raised it to her lips.
"Do you wish to hear the tape to refresh your memory, Stanton?" she asked coolly.
"No. I take your word for it." He was aided in taking her word by the presence of the open tape recorder on the low coffee table at the far end of the room.
"Very well then, Stanton," she went on, "you may strip naked now and prepare to submit your body to any form of punishment and humiliation we choose to inflict on you. Proceed."
Nervously looking from one woman to the other, the man began to undress. Each garment seemed to be removed with greater reluctance than the previous one. When only his shorts remained, he paused and Susan felt sure he was going to cry.
"Strip!" Jane's tone cut the silence of the room.
Stanton didn't quite cry, but a little sob escaped him as he undid the buttons at the front of his shorts and allowed them to fall. The cock that had looked strong and urgent the previous week, hung limp like a piece of dead flesh.
"I never noticed what a revolting looking cock you have, Stanton," Susan said with a look of derision.
Although she hadn't planned on enjoying what was to happen to the man, Susan felt a little pang of guilt as she realized that in spite of her feeling toward Matt, she was going to enjoy it indeed.
Rationalizing her attitude, she told herself that this really was the ending of her old way of life and that it was appropriate that she should enjoy it to the end, then put it, and all the rest of her old life, out of her mind.
"Now then, Susan," Jane said lightly, "I am going to get a bit more comfortable."
To achieve that end, she began opening the fastenings of her dress. Before she removed it, Susan already had hers off and stood in black bra and panties, below them, dark sheer nylons caressed her thighs.
Stanton, she thought, had often seen her that way before, but this would be his last time and he would not remember the sight with any pleasant memories when Jane finished with him.
As Jane's dress came off, Susan noted that once again they had chosen the same color in lingerie. This time, it was a coincidence. Susan recalled that he hadn't liked their choice of white on the previous meeting, but she smiled as it dawned on her that he was not--likely enjoying the sight of their bodies, partially clad in black, under the circumstances.
Jane walked across the room toward the table where the tape recorder had been set up. Bending, her nylon panties drawing tightly across her swelling butt, she picked up the school strap. As she walked back toward them, Susan saw her as the perfect portrait of THE dominant woman. One look at the terror mounting in the man's eyes told her that Stanton saw the same quality in her.
Standing with her feet wide apart, the strap dangling menacingly from her hand, Jane ordered him to kneel before her. Trembling so that he almost lost his balance and fell, he obeyed with a meekness which the women found both surprising and thrilling.
Sadism was not really Susan's line at all, but Jane's state was infectious and Susan knew that she would enjoy seeing and hearing him take his well deserved beating.
As he knelt cringing before the dominant woman, Jane delivered a scolding that was the most debasing Susan had ever heard. Her words cut him like whips, clawed through the skin of his belly and twisted his guts. The pain registered on his face was a terrible thing to watch, but at the same time, Susan thrilled at the demolition of the man.
Although his punishment had barely begun, Susan felt a sudden certainty that while he would recover from it in a physical sense, he would never be the same emotionally, would never be able to stand quite as straight or to hold his head quite as high again.
When she looked inside in an effort to find even a minimal measure of sympathy for him, she drew a complete blank. She could offer him only the sympathy he deserved, none.
And then he was holding out his right hand, palm up, in the manner of the refractory student awaiting punishment. It came in the form of five well spaced slaps of the strap.
"Your other hand, Stanton," she heard Jane say. The hand came up and received five strokes of the vicious strap.
For a while, Susan thought he was going to get through it without crying, but the fifth slap wrung an anguished cry from him. She saw tears on his cheeks and knew that the sight of them would further arouse her friend.
With Jane taking the lead all the way, it was decreed that "this former man be made aware of his little boy status by receiving a sound spanking over the lap of a woman he had dared to humiliate."
When Susan was invited to have the first crack at him, she found herself accepting, not to please her friend, but because she wanted to do it.
She thrilled as she watched him walk nervously to her and drape himself over her lap. Even young Jay, she thought, looked more manly when submitting to a spanking.
"You humiliated me last week, Stanton." she said as she wrapped her left arm around his trembling waist, "but now it is my turn. You think you are a man and an administrator of a school, but you are neither.
"This is your role in life, you spineless fool." Susan knew her voice was not as commanding as Jane's, but she felt a certain pride in doing it so much better than she expected she would be able to do.
She punctuated her statement with a ringing slap. It was the first of many as she spanked until her hand became too sore to continue.
Before she reached that state though, she heard, to her inestimable delight, the sounds of his sobbing, whimpering, and, finally, crying.
And then, as she vacated the chair, she watched as Jane took over. The spanking she had given him, she realized, had been planned by Jane as a warmup for what she would give him. It was intended merely to sensitize his butt for the real thing.
Jane spanked him with a relish, a sexual one, and before she finished, he was crying as no man Susan had ever known, could cry. There was nothing of man in him then, nothing but cringing, grovelling, crying little boy.
Dumping him roughly from her lap, Jane told Susan what she wanted next, then went to the couch and knelt with her head resting on her folded arms and her big butt arched high and inviting.
"Come with me," Susan commanded the man whose crying had ebbed by then into a series of sobs as he stood rubbing at the fires in his butt with both hands.
"Kneel and look at Jane's butt." Again the man was quick to obey. "Closer," she commanded, and he shuffled closer to the twin mounds of white.
Standing beside the woman, Susan bent and gently pulled the big cheeks apart so that Stanton could look between them to see the pink arsehole.
"See that little pink hole, Stanton? You are going to lick it and get your tongue right inside it. You will go on doing it until you are told to stop. If you do not do it well, I shall use Jane's strap on your butt. Commence."
His will and his spirit completely broken, Stanton did not even think of resisting. Instead, he bent to the task and pressed his tear stained face between the silken cheeks of the woman.
Susan quickly discovered that she could chart his efforts much more efficiently by watching Jane's face. What she saw there told her that Stanton was doing the job expected of him, and doing it to the woman's satisfaction.
After watching for a minute, Susan turned a little and put her hand under the kneeling woman. Soon, she was able to work a finger into Jane's slit.
Since this was to be her last session with Jane, she wanted to give the woman as much pleasure as possible. In this case, pleasure would consist of being fingered into a come while having her arsehole tongued.
Jane had developed a keen edge of passion during the punishment of the male, and, as a result, it did not take much fingering of her clitoris to send her crashing into a strong climax. Only after it had passed did she pull her butt away from the wet, empty looking face.
Getting off the couch then, her strong body moving with feline grace, Jane picked up her strap again. As she did, Stanton, who had been silent for a while, saw her do it and began to sob. Although his eyes pleaded for mercy, his brain seemed unable to form the thought to beg aloud.
After a brief consultation, the women began the next stage of his punishment. This time, Susan leaned comfortably against the wall and waited as Jane brought Stanton to her.
Jane was coolly efficient as she bent the man over until his head was pressed between Susan's lovely thighs. They closed then so that he was held in a silken vise.
The reason for his position became clear as Jane's strap flashed and cut a new stripe of fire across his butt. Through a long, vicious strapping, the man screamed, plunged and bucked madly, but Susan only held more tightly and thrilled at the feel of his neck rubbing the crotch of her panties and producing fires in her cunt that were much more pleasant than the ones he felt in his butt.
When Jane stopped strapping, Susan opened her thighs and the man fell to the floor, crying and writhing. Looking down, Susan saw how efficiently Jane had used the strap. Not only his butt, but his thighs as well, glowed fiery red.
Her crotch felt empty and, with out thinking Susan put four fingers of her right hand into it and began to rub. She was so aroused that Jane knew something had to be done for her.
Taking her by the arm, Jane led her to the couch and took her panties off. Susan was in no condition to either assist or resist as the woman knelt, raised and parted the sleek thighs, and pressed her face into the burning hot crotch.
Holding Susan's trembling hips, she fitted her tongue into the little slit and began lapping. Susan's trembling continued until the climax in her cunt became an earthquake which rocked her whole body.
After it was over, Susan was limp. She was sexually content, but beautifully, deliciously weak.
"Have we finished with him?" Susan asked in a small, tired voice.
"Just about, my dear. Only one thing remains, an act which, if I'm right, will ensure that this wretch never again tries to strut like a man."
"Ooh, I want to hear all about that," Susan replied as she sat up with a resurgence of energy.
"You'll do better than hear about it, my sweet. We shall all go down to the basement and then you will see the most thrilling sight of your life. It will be the absolute debasement of a man."
"Oh good, but first, I must have a pee."
"No dear. Just hold it for now," Jane replied.
"You mean you don't want me to pee? It will only take a minute," Susan persisted with a puzzled frown.
"Just take my word for it, dear," Jane said as she patted her lightly on the ass.
"Come with us, wretch," Jane snarled at the man who clambered clumsily to his feet. "Your punishment is finished now, except for one final act."
"Oh please," he was close to sobbing again, "don't beat me again, I couldn't stand another one."
"Do as you are told or I shall slap you silly. Go to the basement at once and do not speak again until such time as you are spoken to."
Meekly, the man preceded them to the basement stairway and went down. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, he followed Jane's instructions by walking into the laundry room.
"The laundry room?" Susan asked with a puzzled expression on her beautiful face.
"That's right, dear, the laundry room. I recently read a very horny novel in which there was a scene that we are going to enact for the purpose of humiliating this creature. He is not going to enjoy it, but we are."
Rummaging through the laundry hamper, Jane came up with a pair of pink nylon panties. She smiled as she held them up, then allowed them to flutter to the floor at her feet.
"Little pink panties seem just right for you, you gutless creature," she hissed at Stanton. "I have already worn and soiled them. You may pick them up and put them on."
There was a stunned look on the man's face, but he bent at once and picked up the panties. A couple of times, he came close to falling, but he managed to get both legs into them and began pulling them up.
"Please," he begged as he paused with the panties midway up his thighs, "I have to pee."
"Shut up and pull your little panties up. I have no wish to see that lifeless piece of meat dangling between your legs."
In obviously terrible discomfort, Stanton did as he was told. With the panties in place, he stood crestfallen as the women laughed at the bulge of his cock through the sheer nylon.
"Reach inside your panties," Jane commanded "and raise your cock so that it points toward your face."
With the same zombie like obedience, Stanton reached into the panties and raised his limp tool. The desperate need to urinate had caused it to enlarge somewhat so that it created an impressive bulge in the panties.
In the middle of the floor, there was an old fashioned metal wash tub, or boiler as it was called a couple of generations ago. It was about four feet long and little more than two feet wide.
"Get into that and sit," Jane commanded as she pointed to the tub.
Stanton gave her a look that said as much as a screamed plea to be left alone, but he saw the strap dangling from her hand and began to clamber clumsily into the tub.
He had to adjust his position many times before Jane was satisfied. His knees were bent sharply upward and his shoulders rested uncomfortably against the end of the tub.
"Now then, Stanton," she went on, "I understand you need a pee. Is that right?"
"Oh yes, I'm dying for it."
"Very well then, go ahead and do it."
"Oh nooo," he wailed, his eyes filling with tears.
"Oh yes, Stanton. You are going to pee in your pretty little pink panties. If you do not, you will take them down and I'll beat your butt with my strap until you do more than just pee. Do it."
A pained look came over his face, he emitted a little sob, then the stream shot through the sheer nylon and up over his chest.
At the sight of it, Susan grabbed Jane's hand and squeezed it passionately.
For a few moments, a wet circle began to widen in the front of the pink panties, then the urine cascaded down from his chest so that the wetting of them was complete. His need had indeed been great, because he went on urinating for a very long time.
"How ludicrous you look sitting there peeing your little panties, Stanton. We shall never forget the sight of you the way you are at this moment. Are you quite finished peeing your panties now?"
He indicated with a nod of his head that he was.
"That's nice Stanton," she said as she walked to the head of the tub. "Now it is my turn. I've been saving my pee for a long time. I'm going to piss all over you. That's all you could be to a woman, something to piss on."
Stanton began to cry again, but when she ordered him to bend his head back and look right up into her crotch, he did as he was told.
Straddling the end of the tub, she ordered him to keep his face as it was, then, with a sigh, she let go and the stream hit him on the chest and began running down his body.
It splashed on Jane's legs, but she obviously didn't mind that at all.
Wearing a serene smile, she looked at Susan and saw that she had one hand between her thighs pressing against the lips of her cunt. Stanton, she told herself, was in for yet another shower.
As the pressure of her stream began to wane, she moved a little so that the final dribbles fell onto the face of the man and produced fresh sobs.
Finished then, she moved away from the tub and laughed at the sight of the piss drenched man. She didn't even have to invite Susan to take over, the younger teacher was already on her way to the tub.
"Look up into my crotch, Stanton," Susan said as she got into position. "When you used to be a man, this little cunt was yours to fuck. Now you are no longer a man, so my cunt will only piss all over you and your pretty little wet panties. Here it comes, Stanton."
She sighed loudly as her stream hit him. Never, she told herself and Jane, had she experienced anything so sexually arousing.
Un-like Jane, she didn't wait for the final dribbles before she lowered herself closer and gave it to him in the face. She heard him sputtering and choking, and knew that her fluid had gotten into his throat.
"Do you like the taste of my piss?" she hissed madly. "Take it all, you filthy pig. Drink my piss, it's a cunt cocktail for you. It's also the last thing you'll ever get out of my crotch."
As she forced the last few dribbles, Susan realized how wild she had been. She thought she should have been ashamed of herself, but there was no trace of shame to be found. It had been too enjoyable to be regretted after the fact.
She heard Jane ask her to please go upstairs to get Stanton's clothes, and hurried to do so. When she returned with them, Jane ordered him to stand.
He did so with great difficulty. As he did so, they laughed at the sight of him. His panties were completely soaked so that they clung to him in absolute sheerness.
Water trickled from them, if one could call it water, so that it looked as if he were peeing again. His feet stood in the puddle which, they guessed, had turned cool, as cool and uncomfortable as his panties must then have been.
"All right, you pissed on wretch," Jane snapped, "you may put your clothes on and get out of our sight now. You smell vile."
"May I get cleaned up?" he mumbled.
"How dare you," Jane hissed as she slapped him viciously across the butt of his panties with her strap. "Are you suggesting that our pee is not cleaner than your vile body? Unless you get your clothes on and get out at once, I shall force you to pull your little panties down and submit to another strapping."
Numbly, he stepped out of the tub, ran his hands down over his body and legs to wipe off as much of the excess fluid as he could, then bent to pick up his clothes. Jane stopped him.
"On second thought, Stanton," she said as he froze in his bent over position with his butt straining the seat of the soaked panties, "you may empty and rinse the tub first."
They watched as he performed the menial task, then he was given a cloth and told to wipe up the cement floor.
While he was doing it, they saw a trickle of fluid on his face. It had come from his hair, and they both sensed that it was not perspiration.
His chores completed, Stanton was forced to keep wet, clinging nylon panties on as he struggled into his clothes.
"By the time you reach home," Jane told him, "there is no doubt that the pee from your panties will have soaked through your pants. Still, I suppose you can tell your wife that you peed in your panties. Perhaps she will take them down and spank you."
Both women enjoyed a nice laugh. They escorted him to the side door and let him out. He had not even asked for the incriminating tapes, but it was just as well since they had no intention of giving them to him.
That evening, a news broadcast told them, although they were not together when they heard it, that Stanton had avoided the necessity of having his wife see him in his wet condition. He avoided all future embarrassment at the same time.
Near the edge of the city, his car, being driven at an estimated seventy miles an hour, slammed head on into a heavy truck. He died instantly.
Sitting with Matt when she heard the news, Susan had difficulty masking her mixed emotions. Death was a shock, of course, and yet, she was able to convince herself, his punishment and debasement had been well earned.
Suicide seemed the only way out for a man who probably would never have been able to be a man again. She refused to blame herself.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jay had taken the news badly when Susan told him that she was in love with a very fine man and would not be able to see him again. He cried, and not even the news that he would be visiting Miss Bilton from time to time could make him feel cheerful.
After school on Monday, he went directly home. After a little while, he heard the door of the next apartment as it opened and closed and, immediately, the woman began her familiar tirade against the girl or girls.
Hurriedly, Jay closed the drapes and quickly set up his spying device by removing the picture. Through the slit, he watched the angry woman leading the sobbing older daughter into the bedroom. There was a spanking coming and the woman seemed to relish telling her daughter of it in full detail.
Quickly, Jay opened his pants and pulled them and his shorts down. His cock was stiff and poking well up, just the way it did when he saw his beloved Miss Acton baring her exciting body.
And then the girl was pulling her dress and slip up and begging her mother not to spank her. Jay smiled in excitement as he realized how much good that was going to do her. At the same moment, the woman began pulling Candy's white nylon panties down.
Jay saw the cluster of dark hairs at the bottom of her belly, saw the firm, smooth young thighs encased in nice nylons held snugly in place by the suspenders of the white garter belt.
And then, the beautiful girl was turning to lie across the waiting lap of the woman. As she did, Jay realized with a thrill that her plump, lovely ass would be facing right at him.
The woman was still scolding her daughter and telling of how severely she was going to be spanked, but Jay was shocked to see a smile of ecstasy on her face that was not in keeping with the tone of her voice.
It confirmed for him that she enjoyed spanking and that, for the two girls, it meant that they were and would continue to be spanked for her pleasure and regardless of whether they deserved punishment at all.
The woman's hand came down with the first spank. It was delivered with such force that Jay almost gasped aloud as his hand wrapped around his excited pecker.
He wished he had kept count of the spanks as the woman's hand kept rising and falling while the bouncing, heaving butt of the girl turned from white to pink to red. Jay noted that the woman spanked with much the same deliberate slowness Jane did and the spanks were as hard as Jane's.
Along with his excitement at the sight of the spanking of Candy's delicious butt and the sounds of the slaps and of her cries, Jay experienced another emotion, jealousy. Ooh, he thought, if only I were lying across her big lap with my butt bare and feeling her spank me like that.
There was no feeling of sympathy for the girl. If Candy didn't have sense enough to enjoy being spanked like that, he reasoned, then she deserved anything and everything she got.
At last, announcing that the spanking was just about over, the woman aimed one harder spank at each cheek, dug her fingers into both crimson cheeks, then allowed the girl to get off her lap.
As if she knew the routine well, the girl, without being told, stood with her behind facing her mother and held up her dress and slip. When the woman told her she could go, Candy walked slowly from the room still holding her clothes up and with her nylon panties still at half mast above her knees. Because the stretched panties hobbled her, she walked in a funny, dance-like style making her scarlet cheeks do funny, exciting motions.
When the door closed behind the girl, Jay wished he had jerked off while still looking at her butt. He began to do it then anyway, but stopped suddenly.
To his surprise, the woman jerked her panties down and pulled them off. Raising her skirt and slip, she threw herself down on the bed with her knees up and parted and began fingering her cunt.
Her big crotch and hairy cunt was wildly exciting to the boy as he stared with such fascination that he forgot to pull himself as he had intended.
Then the woman closed her eyes, made a whimpering sound in her throat, and showed the boy her massive butt as she raised it right up off the bed. He knew she was coming.
She gave him a delightful show as she twisted and groaned, trying to keep the sound down, then, finally fell limply to the bed.
Jay was more than ready to jerk off then, but he wanted to be standing up to do it.
Getting to his feet, he grasped his cock firmly and began to stroke it, slowly at first, then, as ejaculation approached, faster and with greater abandon.
* * *
Lying on her bed, Marie Smith was enjoying the wonderful glow she always felt after spanking one of her daughters on the bare butt and then fingering herself off.
This time though, she heard and sensed something foreign in the room, there had been a soft tapping sound and another sound much like that of a person achieving climax. It seemed to come from the adjoining apartment.
Sitting up, she listened, but heard nothing more. She was about to lie down again when a motion caught her eye. Something was trickling down the wall.
Hurrying over to it, she saw what could be nothing other than semen coming from the break in the plaster. Just to be sure, she ran her finger through it. It was semen. Her mind began to race.
There was only one male in that apartment, the sixteen or seventeen year old kid named Jay. There was a slit in the wall, she had just spanked her daughter, then diddled herself, now there was semen dripping through the crack.
While her mind continued to work things out, she got up and went to the kitchen where her two daughters were together. The errand on which she sent them would keep them away from the house for at least two hours. Also, she knew, this was one of the nights Jay's mother worked late.
Less than a minute after the girls left, she went into her bedroom, picked up her wooden backed hairbrush that she used on Candy when she was really bad, and walked out of of the apartment with it in her right hand.
* * *
Jay was lying on his back resting from the exertion of all that had happened when he was surprised, perhaps shocked would describe it better, to see the woman standing in the doorway of his bedroom.
"So you like to peep at girls being spanked, then jerk off do you Jay? I don't think your mother is going to like that when I tell her."
Stunned, the boy tried to sit up. Not able to achieve that, he curled into a protective ball like a hedgehog as she walked to his bed.
"Oh please, Mrs. Smith," he begged, "don't tell my mother. It would kill her."
With a smile of delight on her face, the woman spelled out the alternative to him. He listened carefully, and, after only a couple of minutes, stood naked beside her as she told him how thoroughly she was going to spank him and issued the order that he was to lie over the thighs she had bared to welcome him.
It was a long, severe spanking and Jay cried excitingly as he took it.
"Damn it all," she said as she reached between his legs to fondle his limp prick, "if you hadn't jerked off, you could let me have a nice fuck now."
Jay thrilled at her words and the promise it offered. If he was hearing right, he had found a replacement for Miss Acton on the same day he lost her. It was too good to be true.
While still playing with his prick, she told him how it was going to be. He would keep his peep hole and she would arrange the spankings of her daughters for times when he was alone at home. Each time he saw one of the girls being spanked, he would pay the price by taking a spanking from her. After the spanking, they would fuck.
"If only I could get this thing hard," she complained as she tugged at it without any sign of an improvement in it. "My pussy is burning for action."
"Well," Jay said tentatively, "I ... I like sucking."
"Oh you priceless little wonder," the woman said, her eyes wide, as she got up and began stripping. "You're just too good to be true."
Naked, big heavy breasts bouncing, she got down on the bed. With a rush then, Jay got down on her and buried his face and head in the heat of her crotch.
While he sucked her off, she used an impressive selection of words to tell him of the joy of spanking and the great fun they were going to have from then on. Most thrilling to him was the fact that she would like to have him take her panties down and spank her when she was in the mood for it.
* * *
"For the last time, Susan my darling," Matt told her, "I am going to tell you that I don't give a damn what you did before I found you. I love you, we are going to marry and that's all there is to it."
"But darling, I can't live with all these things on my mind. I'm not threatening, darling, but I can't marry you, as much as I want to, until you let me tell you everything. After that, if you still want me, I'll be the best wife any man ever had.
I swear it."
Since they were sitting naked on Matt's bed at the time, he was able to see that she had all the physical qualifications to keep her promise.
After a little while, he gave in and allowed her to tell her story. She told everything, the spanking bit, Jane, Jay, Stanton and his punishment, she held nothing back.
"What do you think of me now, darling," she asked with tears in her eyes.
"Before you told me all this, Susan, I loved you. Now," he paused for effect, "I adore you."
"Then ... then..." she ran out of words.
"In the first place, Jay has to go. A teacher messing around with students is murder. As for Jane, we'll see how you feel about it later. Perhaps it would be nice to have a friend visit us from time to time. After all, we'll have a nice wide bed."
"Oh Matt, darling," she cried as she threw her arms around him and kissed him, "you have to be the most perfect man in the whole world."
"Is that so?" he asked as he turned her and pulled her over his lap. "And my darling--likes to have her perfect little ass spanked, does she? My my."
Giving both cheeks a little rub as he wrapped his left arm around her wrist, Matt raised his right hand. With an excited little sigh, she raised her ass a little.
