Disclaimer This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@gmail.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sex Education – Part III The events of the past two nights had definitely changed my view of Debra. No longer did she wait on a pedestal. She was a slut, and that seemed more exciting than my earlier impression of her. I spent the Sunday hanging around so I could see her. I watched her and my next step dawned on me like a bolt from the blue. She liked taking orders. I watched her interacting with people and realized that she never refused an order. The only reason she wasn't looked down up on with disdain and as a joke was because nobody realized that she was a slave. That's when the word stuck. She was, or wanted to be treated like a slave. She enjoyed being ordered around. I remember having read about such people somewhere. So I decided to test it. I casually walked up to her, and said, "Meet me in an hour at the banyan tree. We need to talk." She looked surprised. I am not sure what surprised her more , that I had spoken to her or my tone of instruction. "Sure", she whispered back to me. "I like you in a shirt and knee-length skirt", I said, pushing my luck. "Thank you", was her response. The banyan tree was a well-known landmark in the school. It was reportedly close to a hundred years old. I grew behind the school building and on a Sunday it would be deserted. It was a good place to meet since it wasn't private enough to raise eyebrows if we were seen, but it would be sufficiently cut-off so we would not be disturbed. I hung around the school building waiting for the hour to drag by. At almost exactly the hour Debbie appeared, and began walking towards the tree. I was on the first floor and she didn't see me. She was wearing a white shirt, and a pink knee-length skirt. She had changed for me. I knew that my assumptions about her had been right. She came to the tree and walked around it, looking for me. She hesitated. Then she went around and waited at the far end, away from prying eyes. All this I had been watching from the corridor balcony. "Hey!" I called out to her. She started, then smiled on seeing me. "Come on up", I told her. Quickly she joined me and I led her up to the terrace. It was my world. Only I had the key to this door. I had stolen it off the watchman's keychain, and since this door was so seldom used, either he had not realized it was lost, or had ignored it. I let her on to the terrace, and then followed her out. She immediately made for the parapet wall. "Stop", I called to her. She stopped and turned around. "Nobody knows I have the key to this terrace. If they see you are the wall, someone will come to check." "I'm sorry", she apologized and came over to where I was. We sat on the parapet wall on the backside of the school. From here the view was great. We could see almost the entire town, and needless to say the entire school. "This is wonderful", she told me. "It's my private world", I informed her. She thought about it for a moment, then said, "Thank you". "Take off your shirt", I told her. For a moment our gazes locked. Time seemed to freeze. I kept screaming to myself to hold her gaze. It was a make or break situation. The one who blinked first would lose. Her eyes dropped to the floor before her. "Please don't", she said. "Please don't what?" I asked her. "Please…", she waited. I waited. "How did you know?" she asked after what seemed an eternity. "Does it matter how I know as long as I know?" "No it doesn't", she replied. I waited. Her hands went up to her buttons, and undid them. She peeled off her shirt, and stood in just her bra. "From now on I want you to not wear bras to class", I told her. She was shocked and opened her mouth to speak. I held my hand up. "I hate being contradicted", I told her. "I'm sorry", she apologized. "This does not change our relationship in class. You will continue to ignore me in class, and in front of the others. But from time to time you will receive instructions and I want those instructions carried out to the letter. Any deviations, or questions will bring on terrible punishments. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir", she replied. I unzipped my trouser and pulled out my organ. "You know what to do", I told her. She stepped closer to me, knelt before me, and took me in her mouth. She formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger; she held the base of my shaft with that. Along with jerking me off with her mouth, she also used this grip to jerk me. At times, I suppose when her mouth was tired, she would hold just the head of my penis inside her mouth and jerk with me with only her palm. From where she was, from time to time she would look up at me, and our eyes would meet. I can swear she smiled at me with her eyes. "Stand up", I told her. She left my penis and stood up. "Take off your panties, and give them to me", I instructed. She reached under her skirt and took off her panties. "Lean against the parapet wall." She leaned forward, and lifted her skirt. I had no idea of where to put my penis. I debated it and decided to be honest. "I am a virgin. Show me where to put it." She reached behind her, and held my penis. She pulled me towards her and placed me at her entrance. "Push in. I am wet, you will slide in." I pushed and felt her warm cunt enveloping my shaft as it made its way into her. It was the wildest pleasure I had ever felt. I began to fuck her desperately. I couldn't hold myself back. I just pound her, until I felt the familiar tightening of my balls and then my sperm exploded. I shot stream after stream of cum into her. Her cunt tightened as she milked the cum from me. I kept thrusting her until all the strength drained out of me. We moved away from each other. "May I put on my panties?" she asked me. I nodded, "Go on". She quickly pulled on her panties. "Otherwise the cum will flow down my legs", she explained. I nodded. I was euphoric, I had lost my virginity. We both sat side by side. She still hadn't put on her shirt, and she seemed comfortable being naked. "I need you everyday", I told her. "I have to keep fucking you." "We can meet here everyday", she offered. "Yes we can. Would 7 be okay? We can play and then go down to dinner." "Yes that would be nice." I wondered whether I should mention her after-dinner escapades and decided not to, at least for the present. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------