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She adjusted her backpack over her shoulder as she stood before the door
to his apartment.  Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.  She could still
back down, still pull out.  She didn`t have to take it any further.  It
could all end right here and he would never have to know how close she
came.  She knocked on the door.  

Mr. Thomson, her high school science teacher, pulled open the door.  He
was a bit surprised to see Annie standing in the doorway, looking
vulnerable in her school uniform--a short blue pleated skirt showing
shapely alabaster white legs with a white blouse, the top button
unbuttoned, hinting at firm, well-formed breasts beneath--with her
backpack hitched over her shoulder.

``Hello Annie,`` he said in his teacher`s voice.  ``I wasn`t expecting to
see you today.``

``I know Mr. Thomson,`` she replied, ``but I`ve been having some real
problems in your class and was hoping I could talk to you about it.``

``Well, come on in, Annie,`` he motioned her through the door into his
apartment, surprisingly large and lush for a teacher`s salary, but then he
was independently wealthy, and taught because he liked it.  As Annie
stepped past him and into his apartment, he took a closer look at her.
Her light blonde hair fell straight to just between her shoulder blades
and her beautiful oval face, with bright blue eyes and full, sensuous red
lips, were angelic.  At 5`2`` he estimated she wasn`t over a hundred
pounds, but it was in all the right places.  Only fifteen, he thought, as
he took in her form, from those perfect legs to the gently flaring hips
and firm, tight, round ass to her narrow waist which led to breasts large
for a girl her age and her size.  She had been flirting outrageously with
him for the past few weeks--which wasn`t that unusual, his age, 35, and
his looks made him popular with the young ladies just coming into their
sexuality.  Usually, though, it was just harmless flirtation on their part
to be met with ignorance of their posturing on his.

She set her book bag down on the table just outside his kitchen and turned
toward him, looking at him apprehensively.  Her body gave itself a slight
shudder and she placed her arms across her breasts, thinking how good
looking he was--tall and strong and good looking.  She knew she was
failing science, and she knew she had a huge crush on her science teacher,
and the solution seemed to fit so well, but now she was not so sure.  She
took a deep breath, staring at the ground, while Mr. Thomson pulled out a
chair from the table and sat down.  ``I haven`t been doing so well in
science, Mr. Thomson...`` she began.

``Actually,`` he broke in, ``you are failing.``  He held up a hand when
she looked like she was going to continue.  ``I know you`ve been staying
after class for extra help but it hasn`t helped you much--you always seem
a distracted.  Is everything all right at home?``  It was a red herring,
but he wanted to see how far she would take this game.  He had a good idea
why she was there; he just had to decide if he wanted to play along.

``I know,`` she sighed, sitting down and placing her hands together on the
table, her slender white fingers curling about each other.  ``I thought
you could give me private lessons, ya` know?``  She still wouldn`t look at
him, and had to clench her hands to keep them from shaking.

``I`m not sure I know what you mean, Annie,`` he said, knowing exactly
what she meant.  Looking at her gorgeous blushing face and fine young body
he made up his mind.  He was going to do it.  He was going to fuck this
gorgeous teen and make her scream in pleasure.  He wanted to feel her
tight cunt squeezing his cock for all it was worth.  He wondered if she
was a virgin.  She certainly acted like it, but it was hard to tell these
days, and with a body like hers all the boys were after her.

She stood up and took a tentative step toward him.  She couldn`t keep her
body from shivering now.  ``I was thinking,`` she said softly as she took
another step until she stood over him; ``I was thinking...`` she almost
whispered as she slid her arm along the table until her face was near his
ear, her body leaning over his seated form; ``I was thinking you could
teach me...other things,`` she whispered as she rubbed her cheek against
his, his stubble tickling her face and thrilling her.  She lowered her
face until it rested against his neck, her lips pressing against his
flesh, the smell of him intoxicating her.  She was shaking uncontrollably
now--she had done it, she had gone all the way.  She waited, fearfully,
excitedly, waited for him to react, not really knowing what she wanted him
to do.

Brilliant sensations shot through his body as her soft, full  lips pressed
against his neck, her hot breath teasing his nerves, making his cock grow
turgid and his hands clench.  He paused, and moved his hands slowly to her
hips, momentarily struggling for control.  Then he took a deep breath and
moved his hands away, shuddering at the unexpected excitement this young
teen was pulling from him.  He placed a hand on her head and moved so that
he was holding her face between his hands, her face just inches from hers.
He could feel the trembling in her young body and the confusion in her
clear, beautiful blue eyes.  He answered her by pulling her face toward
him and softly kissing her lips.

A soft mewling noise came from her throat as his lips met hers, sending
increased shivers through her body.  Her mind was overwhelmed by the
sensation whirling through her body as his lips pressed harder against
hers, her mouth opening with his, feeling his tongue in her mouth, her
body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure raced through her.  Her hands
rested on his shoulders to keep her weak knees from letting her fall, and
she seemed to melt onto his lap, her legs straddling his, the breath
coming hard from her nostrils as unbelievable sensations rocked through
her young body.

He hugged her small, hot body against his, his mind working furiously.
She squirmed in his lap, her groin rubbing against his hard cock through
his jeans, driving his lust higher.  He regained control of himself with
some effort and broke their kiss, sliding his face around to her neck,
laying kisses along the tender white flesh, loving the way she quivered in
his arms.  She was holding herself tight against him now, her breath
coming in tiny gasps of pleasure as he sucked at her neck, his hands
moving to pull her blouse from her skirt, his hands sliding up along the
hot flesh of her sides and stomach.

His mouth on her neck and his hands on her smooth flesh was driving her
crazy.  She never knew she could feel like this.  Every nerve in her body
seemed to tingle as he caressed her back and side, his hands running over
her bra strap.  Anticipation ran through her body as he deftly released
her bra, her nipples, mashed against his strong body, growing hard.  They
weren`t going to stop, they were going to go all the way.  They were going
to have sex, and she shivered violently in pleasured anticipation.  She
unconsciously rolled her hips, pleasure arching from her virgin cunt as
she drove it against his groin.  It was so good.

She was practically rutting against him now, her hips fucking against his
cock.  He gripped her hair and brought his lips hard against hers, his
tongue probing the hot cavity of her mouth, her lips soft and slippery
beneath his.  She was hot, burning, as he worked one hand between them and
began to unbutton her blouse, his hands lingering around her breasts as it
rose and fell with her panting.

She shucked off the blouse when he had finished unbuttoning it, breaking
their kiss long enough to let him pull her bra from her also.  She looked
at him as he held her arms against her sides, her full breasts thrusting
proudly from her chest, her small pink nipples rock hard, pointing
straight at him.  She watched him as he gazed at her body, her face
flushed with lust, her whole body on fire.  Her arms went around his neck
as he stared into her eyes, his dark eyes piercing her, making her shudder
with lust.

God she had gorgeous breasts, large round mounds sitting high on her
narrow chest, seemingly held up by magic.  And her face, flushed and
twisted by lust, almost made him lose control again. He hugged her to his
body and stood, lifting her easily, and carried her to the couch, laying
her down gently.  She was beginning to calm down, the shaking in her body
lessening as he took the time to remove her shoes before reaching under
her head and kissing her deeply.  She responded amateurishly but eagerly,
her hands gripping his head.  On his knees beside the couch he ran his
other hand over her prone form, loving the way she gasped when his fingers
would brush against her nipples.

She squirmed uncontrollably on the couch, her teenaged body overcome with
sensations.  Each brush against her breasts was maddening, but she wanted
more. Her cunt burned and she found herself humping her hips up and
around, clenching her thighs to send exquisite pleasure through her body.
``Oh god,`` she mumbled, pulling his lips from her as his hand brushed
against her inner thigh.  She shuddered violently, the first orgasm of her
young life making her eyes wide, her body shake, sweat pop out on her
naked skin, glistening in the light.  She moaned and thrust her hips
toward his hand, which cupped her sex as she orgasmed again.

His eyes widened in surprise as he saw her shake at his mere touch, an
orgasm rolling through her body to be joined by another.  She was too good
to be true, with her firm young flesh hot under his hand, her teenaged
pussy grasping and humping in lust.  He decided he was going to make her
his, make her into the perfect slave to serve him.  He spun her as her
body quieted from its orgasm until he was between her legs and she lay
slumped on the couch.  He quickly pulled her skirt and panties from her
body, leaving her completely nude.  He gazed down at her ripe young body,
his for the taking, with her long, shapely legs, her angelic face twisted
in lust, her heaving breasts, her lightly furred mound with that gorgeous
pussy peeking out to tempt him.

She was in a stupor of pleasure as he twisted her about.  She had never
believed it possible to feel so good, so intensely.  Her head lolled to
the side, her eyes closing, as he pulled the rest of her clothes from her.
There was going to be more, she knew, more which would be even better.
She looked up at him, anticipation glowing in her eyes, her legs naturally
parting wider as her small pink tongue ran over her lips.

He ran his hands down her thighs, feeling the firm, warm, smooth flesh
under his hands and lowered his head to her groin, his hot breath striking
her glistening mound as he brushed her labia with his lips, holding her
jerking thighs down as she moaned.

``What...ooooooh...what...ooooo...are...oooooh...oooooh...you
doinoooooh?`` she gasped between moans as his lips made her teenaged hips
jerk against his hands, the tingling in her body increasing tenfold,
pleasure humming across every nerve in her body, with the cunt at its
center.  She could feel his tongue as it force itself between her labia,
sending unbearable shocks of pleasure through her young body.  ``Ahhhh!``
she moaned as his tongue lightly brushed her swollen clit, her back
arching, her hands gripping his head in a viselike grip.

Her whole body was trembling and jerking as he enclosed her clit with his
lips, barely touching it with the tip of his tongue as he rolled it
between the soft flesh of his lips.  She moaned continuously as small
orgasms shook her teenaged body, her cunt dripping with her juices.  He
could sense a big one building up inside her as her thighs began to shake
violently, the strong muscles tensing and untensing with growing lust, her
fingers daggers against her head.

``Jesus jesus jesus`` she babbled as every nerve in her body vibrated with
pleasure, it growing loader and loader as she tossed her head from side to
side, he blond hair damp with sweat sticking to her face and shoulders and
breasts.  She tried to hold him there, hold his lips and tongue where they
were doing such wonderful things to her when he pulled away.  ``Please,``
she begged in her passion, ``don`t stop, don`t stop.``  She was panting
heavily now as she gazed at him through lidded eyes, watched as he undid
his pants, her eyes widening as she saw his stiff manhood reveal itself,
jutting from his body like a spear.

He felt like he was about to burst, her erotic moaning and pleading and
shaking driving him crazy.  He was going to pound this little girl as hard
as he could and damn the consequences.  The look on her face as she stared
at his cock as if hypnotized was almost enough to make his shoot his load
right there, but he wanted to be inside the pussy, that sweet teenaged
pussy.  He knelt down and hooked his arms under her knees, rising as he
folded her in half, her cunt gaping lewdly beneath his as he positioned
his cock against it, ready to take her, ready to drive into her sweet
cunt.

``Are you a virgin,`` he whispered in her ear as she shook beneath him,
anticipation and fear filling her at this final step.  She nodded her
head, nodded that he was the first, was going to be the first to plunge
his cock deep into her belly.

``Oh god, oh god oh god,`` she repeated over and over again as he slowly
pressed his cock into her virgin cunt.  Her sex charged body shook as she
felt her pussy forced open by his cudgel, pain fighting with incredible
pleasure through her teenaged body as he slid more and more of his cock
into her.  His hot breath was at her neck and her head was whipping back
and forth as he sunk himself into her depths, her body shaking violently
in reaction, the pain of her first fuck seeming to add to her growing
sexual frenzy.

He gasped as he began to push into her--she was so slick, yet so tight it
hurt to push it in, but he couldn`t, wouldn`t stop.  He pushed it in,
burying his head in her neck, sucking violently on it as she shook and
thrashed beneath his until he had skewered this teenaged slut on his pole.
He held it there for a minute, luxuriating in the tightest, hottest,
wettest piece of ass he had ever had, her cunt spasming violently as she
jerked beneath him.

``Aaaahhhh!`` she moaned as he began slowly circling his hips, driving
deeper inside her, pressing against her cervix, making her whole body
flush and tremble with incredible pleasure.  It was unbearable, it was too
much, she wanted it to go on forever, she wanted it to end, she wanted to
devour him, suck him in and eat him, she wanted more and more and more.

He was too close, too close as the tip of his cock ground against her
cervix.  With a growl he shifted his hands to her ankles and bore down on
her, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her cunt before slamming
it back in, fucking the teenager violently, brutally, mercilessly.

``Aaaahh!  Aaaah!  Aaaaah!`` she gasped with each brutal thrust, her whole
groin on fire with pleasure and pain, her head thrown back over the back
of the couch, her body possessed by an unbearable passion.  Her hands
clawed convulsively at his shoulders as he fucked her, her nerves jangling
with pleasure, her body humming louder and louder with pleasure until she
felt him drive hard into her cunt, his cock spasming in her cunt channel,
and she knew he was coming inside her, filling her, and she screamed out
in ecstasy, her teenaged body quaking and jerking and humping as sparks
flashed before her eyes and her vision went dim and her heart seemed to
stop as ecstasy rolled through her body.

He held on as he came, his face a grimace of pleasure as he filled her
teenaged cunt with his spunk, feeling her go wild beneath him as she
screamed out her own orgasm.  He held her tight as his cock pumped again
and again in an incredible orgasm, joining her body to his, possessing
her, pressing her face against his chest, feeling her warmth against his.

Finally it seemed to stop, his grip on her relaxed.  She moaned in
satiation as he pulled his cock from her cunt and slumped down beside her,
letting her legs fall to the ground.  He was stroking her hair, and she
gazed at him, her eyes sparkling.  She snuggled up against him, her body
still suffused with pleasure, to feel his warmth.

They sat together for almost a half hour, not speaking, just relaxing
after their orgasms.  Finally he disentangled himself from her and pulled
up his pants and began gathering her clothes.  He knew her eyes were on
her and knew that this was the time when he would have to corral her if he
wanted her, and he wanted her now more than ever.  She was the sweetest
cunt he had ever fucked, and he wanted as much as he could stand.  ``Go
wash up,`` he said, handing her her clothes and patting her head as he
directed her to his bathroom.

She showered, her mind numb, her body aching with remembered pleasure.
Doubts began to assail her, doubts about what she had done--she had given
away her virginity--she had allowed a man to have sex with her.  Then she
remembered how good it had felt and shuddered.  Had it been good for him
too?  She wondered.  She wanted him to enjoy it, wanted him to love her
body.  She shook her head, water cascading across the shower as her hair
spun wide, to clear her mind.  The sex was so good, but it was bad.  She
shuddered when she thought what would happen if her mother found out about
this, her mother who had raised her alone since she was five, her mother
who she loved.  No, it had been wonderful--she closed her eyes remembering
the sensations--it had been wonderful having sex with Mr. Thomson, but
this was it:  no more.  He would give her an A now in science and they
wouldn`t do this again, no matter how much he wanted to, how much she
wanted to, her mind whispered.

He was waiting for her as she came out of the bathroom fully dressed, not
looking at him, standing five feet from where he sat in the chair as she
spoke, ``...my science grade, Mr. Thomson?`` 

``You were getting an F,`` he said matter-of-factly, as if he hadn`t just
finished fucking her brains out. ``I think today`s little tutoring session
raised it to a C.``

``A C!?`` she blurted, looking at him, seeing no change of expression on
his face.  ``A C?!`` she stuttered, ``I thought...I thought....``

``A C,`` he stated again.  ``If you want and A come back Sunday afternoon,
one o`clock, for another tutoring session.`` 

She swallowed, and nodded, not knowing what she was going to do.  She
turned, picked up her bag, and ducked under his arm as he held it open to
let her out.  A C? she kept saying to herself as she walked home.


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She was stunned.  Literally stunned.  A C?  she kept asking herself as she
hurried home.  She had given up her virginity for a C?  Didn`t he enjoy
himself?  Didn`t he like it?  It was so good!  Tears started to form in
her eyes as she ran it through her mind.  No, that wasn`t it, she decided,
walking straighter, tingling sensations still shooting from her cunt as
she walked, dampness collecting the her panties as some of his come leaked
from her snatch.  She adjusted herself awkwardly, both uncomfortable and
turned on by the wet, sticky feeling of his come inside her.  No, he _had_
like it.  He had liked having sex with her.  He wanted more; _that`s_ why
he was giving her a C, to get her back for a second time.  She hugged
herself, her breasts feeling supersensitive as her forearms pressed
against them.  She didn`t know what she was going to do, but she felt
better about it already.

That evening, laying in bed, she argued with herself.  A C was good
enough, she said, but she wanted an A.  But then she would have to have
sex with him again, but wasn`t that what she really wanted?  Around and
around her mind went, struggling with the problem, scaring herself with
everything that could go wrong, convincing herself with how good it felt.
At least, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, I won`t get
pregnant--he had told her as she had left his apartment that he had been
tied off--that he couldn`t father children without an operation; she
hadn`t even thought about that until he had mentioned it.

All Saturday with her friends she was withdrawn, her mind tangled with
thoughts and emotions and feelings she didn`t know how to handle.  She
hadn`t made a decision when Sunday rolled around, and tension built in her
as the time approached one o`clock.  She let the time pass until she
wouldn`t be able to make it to his place at one, and then watched the
clock in her room, laying on her bed, until the digits clicked over to
one.  She leaped up, part of her mind trying to hold her back, and raced
out of her home, calling to her mother that she was going out.

She walked quickly, hoping that he would let her in, that she wouldn`t be
too late.  It wasn`t the A, she knew, but she used that as an excuse.  It
was the way he made her body feel, the incredible pleasure which she had
shown her.  She wanted more of that, no matter how dirty or bad or
anything it was.  She wanted to feel like that always.

Given a day he had prepared for her coming with a plan in mind.  He had
pulled out some old toys and purchased some new ones.  He had even pulled
out his old video equipment--he wanted her to see herself on the screen,
wanted her to see her features twist into lust and passion.  Unfortunately
she was late, ten minutes late, and he began to worry that she wasn`t
going to show up.  Just as he was beginning to curse his luck, though, he
heard a knock on the door, and as he opened it there she stood, Annie,
panting and flushed from rushing up the stairs to his apartment.  She was
wearing a pair of cutoff jeans, filing them completely, her ass thrusting
out nicely from back, the bottom of her cheeks white and provocative.  Her
legs were alabaster pillars, beautiful.  Her top was a cutoff, exposing
her flat white belly and so narrow waist before filling out into those
perfect breasts.  He could tell there was no bra under her top from the
way her breasts swayed, and knew that any man who saw her must have
drooled.  Still, he loved her face best, that angelic innocence radiating
from every pore, and innocence which he would turn into raging lust.

He just stared at her and fear grew in her that he wasn`t going to let her
in, wasn`t going to make her feel so good.  ``I`m sorry,`` she said,
looking at his shoes, ``I`m sorry I`m late.  I...I just didn`t know....``

His ``Come in`` stopped her, and she quickly walked into his apartment,
head hanging low.  She turned and began to speak, but he spoke again:
``You`re late.``  He said it flatly, and she quailed inside.

``I`m sorry,`` she blabbered, her hands making small jerking motions at
her side, ``I don`t know...I wasn`t going to come...I was going to
come...I couldn`t think.  I was confused.``

He let her go on for a minute before barking out ``Stop.``  She stopped.
He watched her for a minute, enjoying her discomfiture, the sight of her
young, sexy body making him hard.  But he couldn`t let his control over
her slip, a control which was apparently more tenuous than he had
imagined, if what she had been saying was true.  Well, he thought, today
would be the day after which she couldn`t do without him and his cock.

``You are not allowed to be late,`` he said harshly, and she winced at the
tone of his voice--she didn`t want him to be mad at her.  ``Do you know
why you are here?`` he asked.

She looked at him, confused and embarrassed, ``Because...because I want
you to...to...``

``To what?`` he said, softer, moving closer to her.

``To have sex with me,`` she said quickly, blushing red at having to say
it.

He brushed his hands over her arms and pulled her over to a single chair,
sitting her in his lap.  ``No,`` he said, unbuttoning her shorts and
slipping his hand down until he could fondle her pussy. ``No, Annie, you
came her so I could fuck your slutty cunt.``  He punctuated his words by
slipping a finger down across her clit and into her cunt, already
beginning to juice from his ministrations.  ``I want you to say it.  Tell
me why you`re here,`` he ordered her, making her gasp as he plunged his
finger in and out of her pussy, mashing her clit hard against her pelvis.

For the first time she noticed the camera and television screen, and she
saw herself sitting on Mr. Thomson`s lap, his hand down her cutoff shorts,
her body squirming in pleasure as he played with her cunt, and she was
entranced.  It was so hot, so dirty, so bad to be like this, and as she
gasped in pleasure again she said it, watching the girl on the screen
mouth the words, ``I`m here so you can fuck my slutty cunt.``

``Good  girl,`` he said, the small victory elating him as he enjoyed the
way she squirmed in his lap and the way she gazed entranced at her form on
the screen.  The tape was going to be for training purposes, and seemed
already to be paying off.  ``But you were late, and that`s bad.  You are a
bad slut for being late, isn`t that right?``

``Y...yes,`` she gasp, growing more excited as she spoke the words, ``I`m
a bad sl...slut for being late.``

``And bad sluts need to be punished,`` he said, twisting her over on her
stomach so quickly she didn`t realize what was happening until her waist
was bent over his knees, her face and knees inches from the floor to
either side of him, her full round ass jutting up, exposed as he yanked
her shorts and panties down to her knees.

``Aaah!`` she blurted as he smacked her ass hard with his open hand,
striking first one asscheek and then the other.  Her cunt still burned
from his manipulations, glistening with her juices, but the sharp stinging
pain drove all thoughts of pleasure from her mind as he continued to spank
her, each time saying ``bad slut.``  She jerked with each blow on his lap,
moaning as the pain increased, each blow a little more painful than the
last as her ass began to turn a deep shade of red.  She was whimpering
between each blow, her long hair falling over her head until she turned
and caught the site of her over his lap, her ass jutting up as if in
offering to his hand, her half shirt falling to expose the bottoms of her
large breasts, and she moaned even as he struck her again, the sight so
erotic it seemed to spark every nerve in her body.

He waited until her ass was a bright red, loving the sight of those full
round globes shaking under his blows, the small jerks of her body making
his cock hard with lust, waiting for the right moment to switch his
attention to her lightly furred mound, peeking from between her thighs.

``AAAAHHHHH!`` she jerked on his lap, her head coming up as his hand
slapped her cunt, sending shooting sensations through her young body,
making her quiver in pain and lust as his next blow landed on her ass, and
then on her cunt, and again, pain mixing with pleasure to drive her crazy,
moaning and twisting on his lap as he held her there, spanking her
helpless teenaged cunt.  Her cunt was on fire, each blow merely increasing
the growing sensation of burning lust until a rapid series of spanks
against her mound sent sparks before her eyes and she grunted as is in
pain, her whole body shaking with the reaction to her come, her body
humping up against the hand which continued to rain blows against her
cunt.  Orgasm after orgasm rolled through her young body, each slap
sparking another one until she was drooling in ecstasy, every muscle in
her body quivering as she came and came and came again.

He watched her orgasm on the monitor, continuing to spank her in the
throws of her orgasm.  She wasn`t going to stop coming, he realized,
shocked, she wasn`t going to stop coming until he stopped spanking her
cunt or until she passed out.  He was tempted, but stopped, holding his
hand against her spasming cunt and rubbing it, massaging it gently as her
orgasms slowed and she came down from her high, gasping and moaning for
air, sweat drenching her body, her cunt juice soaking his pants.  He took
a moment to slide her shorts, panties, socks and tennies from her body
before helping her to her feet.  He turned the chair sideways and
undressed quickly as she regained her composure.

Her ass still burned and her cunt still twitched from her orgasm.  She
watched him undress, looking between him and the monitor, seeing how she
looked standing there, disheveled, in only her cutoff top, her large
breasts straining against the fabric.  She ran her hands up her sides and
shuddered at the lewd site in the monitor.  She kept her eyes glued to the
screen as he put his hands on her shoulders, and she shuddered in
anticipation--his cock was sticking straight from his body, looking
monstrous.  She could feel her cunt juice slide down her thighs as he
turned her around, pulling her wrists behind her back.  She watched in the
monitor as he bent and lifted a pair of handcuffs from the floor and bound
her hands behind her back, making her breast thrust forward even more.
She was in a daze of lust, and shuddered again at the sight of herself.

He sat down on the chair, his cock sticking straight into the air, pulling
her to her knees in front of him.  He had left her shirt on because he
loved the way it stretched over her tits, hiding them provocatively while
the rest of  her body was nude.  He pulled her head close to his cock,
watching as her pretty blue eyes locked on it, her small pink tongue
darting out to lick her lips as she gazed at his manhood.  ``You ever suck
cock, my little slut?`` he asked, rubbing the side her face with his hand.

She turned her head up to him and said softly, ``No,`` the smell of him so
close, the sound of his voice calling her _his_ slut, excited her, made
her want to do anything he wanted.  Even her hands bound behind her back
gave her a thrill, the thrill of being bound to his will, of having to do
whatever he wished.  Her cunt, still tingling from her last orgasm,
spasmed again as she squeezed her thighs together.

``You`re going to learn right now,`` he said, guiding her luscious lips
over his cock, telling her what to do and how to do it.  She began by
running her lips up and down the length of his shaft, letting her tongue
peak out to tickle and moisten it.  He had her tease him like that for a
while before telling her to take it inside her mouth, her hot, wet cavity
making him sigh in contentment.  He watched as her eyes rolled to look up
at him, and then turned to gaze at the picture of her there, kneeling
before him, his cock distending her pretty face, her lips stretched taut
around his prick sliding in and out of her mouth, her hands bound behind
her.

Strange thoughts flitted through her mind as the scent and feel of his
cock in her mouth suffused her senses.  She was worshipping, she though,
worshipping this magnificent cock, this magnificent pole of flesh.  She
ran her tongue along the underside of  his cock like he said, doing
everything possible to please him, wanting to be worthy, wanting to feel
his come filling her mouth.  She rolled her eyes to gaze at him, and then
at the picture of her on the monitor, and it was like she was a
supplicant, sucking on the staff of life.  She moaned around his cock as
she squeezed her thighs together, pleasure coursing through her body.

His orgasm built slowly in her inexpert mouth, taking twenty minutes
before he felt it coming.  He gripped her hair in his hands and resisted
fucking his cock deep down her throat, instead enjoying the steady rhythm
she had developed, riding it toward a long coming orgasm which seemed to
rise from deep inside his groin.  He spoke to her quickly, saying, ``Don`t
swallow my come, Annie.  Keep it in your mouth,`` before grunting as his
rod spit glob after glob of come into the teenager`s sucking mouth.

``MMMffff`` she mumbled around his cock as his come his the back of her
throat.  She breathed deeply through her nose as his come filled her
mouth, sliding around his cock, some slipping from between her lips and
his shaft to slide lewdly down her chin.  He held her there for almost a
minute after he was done while she squeezed her thighs together, elation
filling her at her success, pleasure growing as the taste of his come
filled her mind with lust.  She gasped, opening her mouth and using her
tongue to keep the come from her throat, a large, slimy mass in her mouth,
as he slid down beside her and used her hair to jerk her head back,
thrusting her tits forward.  He knocked her thighs apart with his hands
and drove his fingers roughly into her cunt, making her cry out, gobbets
of come flying from her mouth to cover her lips and chin.  She trembled as
he brutally brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

``Swallow it, slut,`` he growled, and watched as her gullet worked, his
come sliding down her pretty throat as her cunt spasmed around his fingers
and her body trembled into orgasm.  He began hardening again as he watched
this teenager gasp as she came again before pulling his fingers out of her
dripping box and pulling her to her feet by her hair.  He guided her
quickly into his bedroom and undid the handcuffs before laying her down on
his bed and tying her spread-eagled to it with padded cuffs and chains.
She didn`t question him, putty in his hands, as he removed her shirt and
blindfolded her, hiding her gorgeous eyes to emphasize her full lips and
round face.

She rested on his bed, tied down, at his mercy.  The thought thrilled her,
and she tugged at her bonds, finding that she couldn`t escape, and that
excited her more.  She could feel the cool air of the room across her
pussy as she lay there, relaxing her, lulling her into a bizarre sense of
contentment.  He hadn`t even fucked her yet, she thought, hadn`t even
fucked her slutty pussy--she giggled inside at the words she thought.  The
thought of what he could do to her, of what he would do to her, made her
tremble in delight and anticipation.

He took his time setting up, pulling together everything he needed to
finish this game and take complete control of  this precious piece of
flesh.  Her blowjob had taken the edge off, so he could afford to be
scientific, setting up two cameras to catch the action of  her on the bed.
He sat down next to her and began to gently caress her body, barely
touching her as he ran his hands across her sweat-soaked flesh.  He saw
her nipples hardened as he circled them with his finger, her cunt, labia
still swollen, twitch each time her ran his finger across it.  He kept at
it and at it, enjoying her low moans of pleasure as he caressed her bound
body.

It felt so good, she thought as he continued caressing her, slowly filling
her body with lust.  It was like being rocked on a gentle wave of pleasure
which grew slowly, so slowly.  His voice broke into her reverie, asking
her what these were while his fingers circled her nipple.  ``My slutty
tits,`` she said, knowing what he wanted to hear, what she wanted to say.
He moved to caress her lips, sliding his finger into her mouth where she
sucked on it, and asked her what this was again.  ``My slutty mouth,`` she
gasped around his fingers, his magic fingers moving toward down her body
to caress her slit.  ``My slutty cunt,`` she said before he could ask her,
thrilling in the words and the sensations coursing through her teenaged
body.

``What is this?`` he asked one more time, his finger sliding down below
her cunt to press against her anus, making her lift her ass from the bed.
He watched her pause, not knowing what he was thinking touching her there.

She had knew men had sex with women in the ass, but had never thought
about it until his finger found its way to touch her anus, the thought of
such a crude act thrilling her.  She answered, pushing her ass against his
fingers, stimulating her colon, ``My slutty ass.``

``And are you my slut?`` he whispered close to her ear.

``Yessss,`` she hissed as he slid his finger across her hard clit, ``I`m
your slut, I`m your fuck slut.``

``And what do you like and where do you like it?``

``Cock,`` she said, arching her cunt into his rubbing hand, ``Cock.  I
love hard cock in my slutty mouth and in my slutty cunt and in my slutty
ass.``  She moaned as a small orgasm washed over her with the words.  So
good, she thought, so good.

He was satisfied.  He moved away from her for a second and picked an eight
inch vibrator from the floor, and, switching it on, touched it lightly
against her clit, making her moan in pleasure.  He held it there for a
moment, watching as another small orgasm washed through her body,
wondering at the recuperative powers of young cunt, before sliding deep
inside her belly, bringing forth more moans and gasps from those sultry
lips.  He then picked up a butt plug, thin at the tip and thicker at the
base, with a groove which would fit the sphincter, holding it in.  He
lubed it up well and used his hand to lift her ass from the bed before
sliding it slowly into her bowels, watching as her lips parted into an O,
a soft ``Aaaaa`` coming from her.

The vibrator in her cunt seemed to vibrate pleasure through her whole
body, making her writhe slowly in her bonds.  When he lifted her ass and
pressed something against her anus she clenched, and then relaxed as it
began to slide slowly in, stretching her ass wider and wider as more and
more of it entered her virgin ass.  It felt so different, so wild, like
her whole groin was stuffed full.  It put pressure in places she never
knew existed, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body from
the vibrator.

He loved the way she twisted slowly on the bed, her cunt drooling a huge
wet spot on the sheets as he toyed with her.  He picked up a bottle of
Chinese arthritis liquid with one hand and gently spread her labia with
the other.  He poured a bit onto her clit, watching as it dripped down her
slit before sliding the vibrator out and soaking it with the liquid,
spilling it onto the bed, before sliding it back deep into  her cunt.  He
began to rub her pussy and clit as garbled sounds began to issue from her
throat, loud ``Ooooooh``s and ``Aaaaaah``s as the liquid began to burn hot
and cold against her tenderest flesh at the same time.

``Oh god,`` she gasped as horrible yet ecstatic sensations raced through
her cunt, ``wha...what did you do,`` she gasped out, and was ignored.  All
the sensations around her cunt seemed to have heightened to an unbearable
level, the pleasure incredible, but it burned there, steady, neither
abating nor strengthening, and she grunted in frustration, jerking her
cunt against his working fingers, trying to get off.  She had been so
close, so close, and now everything was intensified, yet her orgasm had
slipped beyond her reach.

He smiled as she grunted in frustration, knowing what she was feeling,
knowing that every nerve in her cunt was tingling, every touch was the
fire of pleasure racing through her body, but knowing that the sensations
would have to be unbearable, beyond unbearable, before her soaked nerves
would allow her orgasm.  He grinned down at her humping body, loving the
way her tits slid around on her small chest, and reached down and picked
up two large, fat rubber bands.

``Please,`` she was begging, ``please make it stop,`` the tingling,
burning sensations in her cunt driving her mad--it was horrible, and she
wanted it to stop, yet it was wonderful and she wanted to get more
intense, so intense she would come and come and never stop.  She writhed
around on the bed, begging him to get her off, to fuck her or eat her or
anything to relieve the feelings in her cunt.  She didn`t notice what he
was doing to her tits until the first rubberband closed over the base of
one of them, making it throb as blood pounded through it, her nipple`s
sensitivity skyrocketing as it seemed like it was trying to burst.  She
moaned in frustrated lust as he ran his fingers gently over it, making her
shudder and moan with pleasure, her cunt a burning hole humming with the
force of the vibrator. 

Both her tits looked even more gorgeous jutting out like they did, he
thought as he rolled her ice cube between his fingers, holding it above
her writhing stomach until a cold drop dripped onto her belly, making her
gasp and stammer, ``Cooold.``    He touched the cube to her body and
circled it around her stomach, making her young, firm body tremble.  He
teased her with it, running it over her stomach while he bent down and
took her engorged nipple between his lips, lightly sucking on it, making
her shiver and gasp.  He sucked harder, running the flat of his tongue of
her hard nub while running the ice along the underside of her breast.  He
suddenly switched the ice and his mouth, making her arch and yell ``Noo!
Aaaaahhh!``, trying to twist her nipple away from the cold ice.  He played
with both of her breasts that way, with his mouth and then the ice and
then his mouth again, watching as her body began to shake uncontrollably,
moans and soft cries flowing continuously from her teenaged lips, her hips
bucking lewdly against the air as the vibrator kept her cunt stoked, the
arthritis liquid keeping her on a boil, not letting her achieve the orgasm
she so desperately desired.

It was too much--the ice and his mouth and bands around her its and the
plug filling her ass and the vibrator jolting her cunt and the liquid
burning and cooling--she felt like her whole body was going to explode,
her whole body burning and tingling hotter and harder with each moment.
Pain bit into her nipples as he closed clothespins over them, the pain
subsumed and adding to the unbearable sensations rocking her young flesh.
Suddenly the vibrator was yanked from her cunt, and her breath stopped,
the motion putting her body on the edge of a tremendous orgasm, so close
to breaking through the dulling, intensifying sensations of the liquid.
And then she screamed low and deep as something freezing was jammed into
her cunt and sawed in and out, shocking her body into a stupor. Everything
she had felt seemed to double everywhere except her pussy, which was a
hole of sucking cold.  She felt his lips touch her clit as he sawed the
cold in and out of her cunt, twisting it inside her, and then he sucked
hard, his tongue and teeth rasping against the small bud.  Her world
exploded in lightning and her body bucked uncontrollably against the
bonds.  She was a twisting, writhing, jerking, quaking, bucking piece of
meat as she came, heaven pouring through her body, inflaming every nerve,
shaking every limb, and it seemed to go on and on and on and on....

He sucked harder on her clit as he felt her explode beneath him, twisting
the popsicle deep in her cunt.  He kept sucking and she kept coming and
minutes later her ass collapsed into a pool of sweat and come soaking the
sheets.  He sucked one more time and raised his head, pulling the
half-melted popsicle from her snatch and putting it in a bowl beside the
bed.  He pulled the blindfold from her eyes and saw they were closed.  He
shook her slightly, surprised to see her unconscious--she had blown her
lights out coming.  He shook her harder until she began to moan softly and
he shook his head as he untied her--teenaged pussy, he thought again.

She moaned weakly as he helped her to her feet, her body throbbing with
pleasure, her cunt and tits and ass all centers of delicious feelings.
She could feel her cunt juice run down the insides of  her legs as she
stood, tottering on unsteady legs, hunched over like an old woman, her
young body throbbing with sensuous pleasure.  She straightened as he
helped her to the bathroom and into the tub, filling it full with warm
water, his hands washing her, making her drowsy, until she slipped into a
pleasurable dream.

He finished washing her and lifted her out of the tub, not bothering to
dry her, her hair hanging wet from her head.  He laid her on the bed and
handcuffed her hands in front of her before seeing to  his tapes.  He
watched them as she slept, slowly stroking his cock, marveling at her
resilience and her ability to come.  He knew it wouldn`t be long before
she could come on command, and he looked forward to that day.  She was
already a good little slut--all she needed was some training.  He wished
he could keep her with him always--it would be nice to have a teenaged
fuck toy to do with as he liked.  He woke her an hour later ready to put
her through her paces again, and ready to relieve his throbbing cock on
her helpless body.

``Wake up, wake up`` she heard through a haze of sleep, and stretched out
her arms, noticing them bound together, feeling contented and relaxed.
She wished she could stay with him forever--she would do anything for him,
let him do anything to her, just so he could pleasure her hungry, slutty
body.  Oh god it felt so good to be lying here on fresh sheets in his bed.
Maybe he`ll fuck me now, she thought, thinking how nice a slow, leisurely
fuck would be.

``Good girl,`` he said as she smiled up at him.  ``I`m going to teach you
something now.``

``What?`` she choked out, her voice rough from all the moaning and crying
out she had done.  She smiled at him again as he took her bound wrists and
pulled them down to her crotch.  She automatically spread her legs as he
began rubbing her cunt, luxuriating in the pleasure of it all.

``Now you do it,`` he said, taking his hands and fingers away, leaving
hers there.  

She stared at him, not knowing what to do, confused.  She had never
touched herself there, thought it was dirty, nasty--but she had thought a
lot of things were dirty and nasty before.  She looked to her side as he
pointed, and saw a view of her on the monitor from the end of the bed, her
bound hands against her cunt, her legs spread apart and bent at the
knees., her breasts rising above her arms in huge mounds.  She moved her
fingers and gasped at the sight and the sensations. 

``Keep your legs spread,`` he commanded as she began to close them--he
wanted her to perform, not just pleasure herself.  ``Now use the fingers
on one hand to pull your cunt open,`` he said, reaching in to show her how
when she looked at him questioningly.  ``Good, good little slut.  Look at
your clitty on tv there`` he  used his remote control to zoom in, ``it
wants to be played with.  Play with your clitty, Annie, play with it.``
He watched as she touched it, moaning as she began to pleasure herself,
watching herself on the television monitor as she began to rub the little
bud harder and harder.

``Mmmmm.  Ooooh.  Aaaahh.`` she began to moan, bending and unbending her
knees, squeezing her breasts together with her arms as she rubbed her
cunt, the sight of it mesmerizing in is depravity.  She held her cunt open
so she could see it, loving the feel of her fingers against her soft
flesh, inserting her forefinger as far as she could into her box, arching
her back as she moaned in pleasure.  She began writhing on the sheets,
loving the way her body looked on the monitor, loving the way her flesh
moved, the way her muscles flexed, the way she moaned and twisted.  She
was putting on a show for herself, a show with her aching, burning,
lusting cunt at the center.

He watched her grow more and more excited, her fingers running faster and
faster in and out and over her cunt, every once in a while sliding up to
twist one of her nipples.  What a show, he thought, and knew that was what
she was doing, what he wanted her to do.  He waited, watching and slowly
stroking his cock as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm,
waiting and grabbing her hands in his and tearing them away from her body,
flipping her over onto her stomach and pulling her hands between her legs,
forcing her onto her knees, her ass raised high, her face turned hard
against the bedsheets.  He quickly dipped his hand into the lube and,
still holding her by her handcuffed hands, slid two fingers into her
upturned asshole, making her moan and squirm.  Her ass sucked violently as
his fingers as her jammed them in and out of her ass before pulling them
loose and, losing control, pressed his hard cock at the tiny opening.

``Aaaahhgg`` she cried as he pulled his fingers from her virgin ass,
knowing what was coming, her body yearning for fingers at her cunt,
wishing he was going to fuck that.  Then his cock pressed against her
asshole, and pain exploded in her gut as it began to slide into her
defenseless ass, his hand digging into her hips as he held her still.  She
screamed and bucked, trying to dislodge him, the pain struggling with her
still burning cunt for supremacy.  It hurt, it felt good, it hurt.  She
couldn`t take it, begging him to stop, but he just slapped her ass with
one hand, his teeth clenched in his own pain and pleasure as he forced his
cock past her anus, each slap on her ass making her anus unclench so he
could slip a bit more of his cock inside her. 

``How`s that feel, slut,`` he spat as she howled again, his cock sinking
its final inch into her stretched ass.  He slid his swollen cock back,
then rammed it forward, not caring about how she felt, just using the
tightest hole he had ever had mercilessly, brutally, calling her a
fuck-toy, a fuck-slut, with each stroke.

She screamed with every inward thrust, pain tearing through her guts to
merge with a crazy fluttering in her stomach.  His words pierced her brain
as she trembled on the end of his cock--fuck slut, fuck toy, that was what
she was, and as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him, still impaling
her on his cock, she moaned, her fingers reaching for her cunt and her
clitty.

He kissed her brutally, twisting her head back to him and mashing her lips
hard, his tongue churning inside her mouth as his cock churned inside her
ass.  He gripped her breasts hard, squeezing them until the flesh stood
out white between his fingers and used them to fuck her ass, lifting her
from the bed with each upward thrust.  He knew he had her, knew she was
completely his, when he saw her hands moving near her cunt, playing with
herself, moans and small choked cries coming from her lips imprisoned by
his own.

Oh god she thought wildly as her orgasm crashed through her, her fingers
digging into her cuntmeat as she shuddered with his cock in her ass--it
was so good, so different and dirty and good up her ass, the pain adding
to it, a demonstration that she was his, his to use and fuck and punish
and pleasure.  She came again as she felt his cock pulse in her ass and
felt him moan into her mouth.  Yes, she thought, yes, come, come inside
me, let my body pleasure you.

He pushed her back down on the bed and yanked his cock from her ass with a
popping sound, enjoying her small cry when it left her bowels.  It was
covered with lube and come and brown streaks of shit, so he turned her
onto her back and dragged her to the side of the bed until her head hung
over the edge.  ``Lick it clean,`` he ordered, and smiled when she moved
to obey, lifting her head to clean his balls first, then cleaning his
shaft as he ran it across her lips.

She loved the taste and the smell of his come and lube and shit covered
cock--she was pleasing him by being such a slut and she loved it, loved
the way he was able to make her feel.  She sucked on his cock when it
softened, her eyes closed, her hands still playing with her dripping cunt,
until he began to grow hard again, her body responding to his hardening
cock with slight squirming motions, her body unconsciously begging to be
fucked again.

He let her suck on his hard cock for a while, her body writhing erotically
on the bed as she played with her cunt, before gripping her head in his
hands and pushing his cock against the back of her throat.  She gagged, so
he pulled back and began stroking her throat, watching as she swallowed
convulsively.  He pushed his cock to the back of her throat again, and
kept pushing and rubbing her throat until he felt her swallow and take his
cock into her gullet.  He gasped as he watched his cock slide deeper into
her throat, making it bulge with its size, until her nose was nestled
against the underside of his balls.

She squirmed on the bed, her hands convulsively grasping her cunt as she
came when his cock slipped into her throat, her oxygen cut off as he slid
deeper into her, prolonging her oxygen.  Suddenly she sucked in air
through her nose, and came again, her teenaged body twisting on the bed as
he began to fuck her face, sliding his cock back and forth in her throat,
each inward stroke smashing her soft lips against his pelvis, his balls
slapping against her nose.  She sucked in the absolute scent of his
masculinity and came again, completely dominated, completely his.

He fucked her steadily in the throat for ten minutes, watching her writhe
on the bed as she masturbated herself to orgasm after orgasm, her throat
spasming with tiny cries and moans as she cam over and over.  When he came
he came deep in her throat, watching his cock pulse through her neck,
watching her throat spasm as she tried to swallow, coming again as her
fingers dug deep into her cuntmeat.  He slipped his cock slowly from her
throat and sat down, satiated for the moment, while she lay there on the
bed, limp, her young teenaged body used and exhausted.

She had never been so tired as she was now when he uncuffed her and led
her back to the bathtub, this time leaving her to shower.  Her whole body
tingled with pleasure and was heavy with exhaustion.  When she finally
came out of the bathroom she found him in the living room, sitting on the
couch holding her clothes.

He smiled at her when she walked naked into  the living room looking like
a teenaged venus.  He handed her her clothes and, while she was putting
them on, began to explain his rules for her.

``Annie,`` he began, ``you will come over here next Sunday at the same
time,`` she nodded, ``but there are a few things I want you to do between
now and then.``  She looked up at  him while she stepped into her cutoffs,
questioning.  ``First, from now on the outfit you are wearing will be
called your slut clothes.  You understand?``

``My slut clothes,`` she repeated nodding as she shimmied into her cutoffs
and reached for her top, liking the sound of it.

``Whenever I tell you to wear your slut clothes you will put those cutoffs
on, without panties, and that shirt on, without a bra, understand?`` 

She smiled and said, ``Yes, Mr. Thomson.``  She put her arms over her head
and spun around, flashing her gorgeous body at me as she slid into her
half-shirt, a wicked grin on her face.

``Second, you will practice deep throating.  Take this dildo home and
practice on it,`` he said as he handed her a nine inch dildo, veined and
thick, her hand small and white as she gripped it.  ``Here, take it home
in this bag.`` 

She was relieved when he gave her the bag--she didn`t want everyone to see
her carrying this massive fake cock.  She eyed it dubiously, though,
doubting that she could ever take it down her throat, before realizing
that Mr. Thomson`s cock wasn`t all that much smaller, and she had taken
him down her throat.  ``Yes Mr. Thomson,`` she nodded.

``Third,`` he continued, ``you will not masturbate without my permission.
Do you understand?``

``Yes Mr. Thomson,`` she replied again, instantly frustrated.  She hadn`t
thought she would masturbate except for him, but now that she couldn`t she
wished she could, but it was sexy too, him having that control over her,
complete control over her orgasms.

``Fourth, I want you to shave your cunt.  Yes, shave it all off,`` he said
as she glanced down at her groin, a doubtful look on her face.

``Yes Mr. Thomson.``  She had never thought about shaving down there
before.  It seemed like such a strange request.

``Last, I want you to call me every evening at 9:30, before you go to bed.
I will give you instructions which I expect you to follow to the letter.
Maybe I`ll even let you come,`` he smiled, and she smiled back at him.
``Bye Annie.  I`ll see you here next Sunday, and tomorrow in class.``

``Yes Mr. Thomson.  Bye,`` she said as she twirled and let herself out of
his apartment.  He leaned back; this was going just perfectly, perfectly.



Teacher_1.2

When Annie got home she was burning to tell someone about her experiences
with Mr. Thomson, but each time she was about to pick up the phone to call
her best friend Amy she stopped herself.  Amy might not understand, might
tell someone else.  Mr. Thomson was their teacher after all.  After
agonizing over it for almost an hour, she decided she and Mr. Thomson
should be kept a secret--it was more exciting that way anyway.  The rest
of the day was spent doing homework and gabbing on the phone about this
and that, and avoiding her mother, who was acting strangely.  She went to
her room at 8pm and locked the door, taking the dildo from under the bed
where she had hidden it.  She stripped naked and spent the next hour
trying to force the dildo down her throat, each time gagging violently
before trying again.  By the time nine rolled around she was thoroughly
frustrated, having made almost no progress.  She frowned prettily at the
dildo and picked up the phone--thank god she had a private line--and
called Mr. Thomson, feeling sexy already.

He smiled as the phone rang at precisely 9pm; she was a punctual little
slut.  He picked it up and greeted her before saying, ``Are you ready.``

``Yes Mr. Thomson.``

``If you have any clothes on take them off, and get the dildo out.``

She squirmed excitedly on the bed, the feel of her naked flesh against the
sheets and the sound of his voice over the speaker phone making her cunt
begin to juice up.  ``I`m naked, Mr. Thomson, and I have the dildo right
here.``

An eager beaver, he thought, grinning.  ``Okay then, I want you to slide
that dildo in and out of your cunt a few time to get it nice and lubed up.
You are wet right now, aren`t you my little slut?``

She moaned as she placed the dildo against her slick cunt, ``Yes Mr.
Thomson, I`m so wet.``  She moaned again as she pushed the dildo into her
grasping sheath.  In and out she slid the wonderful tool, a thrum of
pleasure arcing through her body as her fingers found her clit.

``Stop,`` he barked into the phone after thirty seconds, knowing she might
get carried away.  ``Take the dildo from your slutty cunt and pull your
legs over your head.  You are going to put that dildo deep in your ass.
You got that?``

``Yes,`` Annie groaned, frustrated as she pulled the fake cock from her
cunt and positioned it at her asshole, her legs over her head, a little
apprehensive at the size of it.

``Start fucking your ass, slut,`` he said, sending chills of pleasure down
her spine as she pressed the dildo against her small, puckered anus.
``And tell me what you`re thinking--I want to hear all your slutty
thoughts.``

``Oh god,`` she gasped, ``oh god it`s so big.  It hurts...I don`t
know...ahhh!  Oh god...it`s inside me...so big...uuuhhhggg,`` she was
panting now.  ``It`s so dirty, so bad...ohhh...I feel so full...like such
a slut...your slut...like when you....ooohhhh...when
you....aaaahhh...fucked me....fucked me in my slutty ass....ooohhh god oh
god...I`m fucking myself hard...fucking my slutty ass....oh god...so
good...so
good...uuuggg....uuuuggg...hard...uuugg....big...ooohh...ohhh....``

He let her go on like that for ten minutes until her breath began coming
faster and her words took on a breathless, whining air.  ``Touch your
clit,`` he commanded, ``pinch it, squeeze it hard.``

``AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!`` she moaned as her fingers found her quivering clit
and mashed it between them, sending her crashing into an orgasm, her back
arching off the bed, her body writhing in the sheets, pleasure rocketing
through her ass and cunt as she came before collapsing, her body sheened
with sweat, her breath coming fast and hard.

``Did you enjoy yourself slut?`` he asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

``Oh yes,`` she moaned softly.

``What are you, Annie?`` he asked.

``I`m your fuck slut, Mr. Thomson,`` she replied, shivering with pleasure.

``Before you go to sleep, slut, clean off the dildo with your tongue.
Never leave your tools dirty.``

``Yes Mr. Thompson.``

``Now go to bed,`` he finished, hanging up.

She did, and awoke the next morning sore from the previous day`s fucking.
She smiled at her discomfort, thinking of it as a badge of pleasure--she
couldn`t wait until next Sunday, couldn`t wait until this evening when she
would call him again.  She even looked forward to seeing him in class, but
knew she had to pretend nothing had happened, had to act completely
normal.

He saw her choose a seat near the back in class and smiled to  himself,
enjoying the sight of her young flesh--he even began eyeing the other
girls in his class with a more critical eye.  Who knew what type of slut
lurked under the giggling exterior of these girls?  That evening, at nine
o`clock, he picked up the phone again to hear her voice.  He was feeling a
bit sadistic, so he let her masturbate with the dildo until she was on the
verge of orgasm and made her stop.  He did it again and again until she
was whining and begging for him to let her finish herself.  He didn`t,
sending her to dreams filled with Mr. Thomson fucking her over and
over--cocks swarming around her body and into every hole until she was
being fucked endlessly until she awoke, sexual frustration gripping her
body.  

She spent all Tuesday in school burning with fuck-lust.  Her eyes were
glazed as her mind filled with images of Mr. Thomson fucking her, eating
her out, fingering her, spanking her.  She constantly clenched and
unclenched her thighs, keeping herself in a state of day-long arousal.
She never thought once to disobey him and bring herself to orgasm--that
was reserved for Mr. Thomson.

He was more than satisfied with his progress that Tuesday afternoon.
Annie had looked like she had spent the whole day daydreaming about being
fucked, which suited him fine.  Just three days ago she had been a normal
teen, now she was a lust filled slut, _his_ lust filled slut, to do with
as he pleased.  He would  have to get some more time with her.  A couple
of weeks alone with her would be nice, he thought as the phone rang.  He
glanced at the clock and noticed it was only 4:30.  He was surprised and a
bit worried when the voice on the other end said it was Ms. Davis, Annie`s
mother.  He relaxed when she invited him to dinner Wednesday, saying how
Annie had said such good things about him she thought she`d like to meet
him herself.  He accepted readily, wanting to know more about Annie and
her life.

Annie was nearly mad with lust when she called Mr. Thomson at 9pm, even
her deep throat practice making her hot, begging him when he picked up the
phone to let her come.  She silenced when he told her to, though, and lay
on her back, sucking and tweaking her nipples like he commanded, pleasure
beginning to flow from her tender nipples throughout her body as she
humped against the air.  She squirmed in frustration when he refused to
let her touch her clit, obscenities spewing from her as she begged to be
allowed to fuck her cunt, to pinch her clit, to come--she needed to come.
She was twisting madly about on the bed, her fingers gouging her nipples
and titflesh, her teeth pulling on the tender buds, as she tried to get
more sensation flowing through her body, more pleasure, enough to surpass
that barrier and send her crashing into an orgasm.  She shuddered as he
started calling her names over the phone, promising to do all kinds of
nasty things to her slut body, and she moaned, her fingers leaving marks
on her breasts, her fingernails digging into her soft nipples, as her
orgasm built and built with his nasty words until she humped her hips
against nothing, once, twice, coming as she tortured her young tits.  When
she was done he explained to her that he was coming to dinner the
following day, and that she would be allowed to use the dildo however she
wished that evening.  It was open to her, completely, and her heart
pounded at the thought of  seeing him in her own home in just a day.  

He was pleasantly surprised by Ms. Davis, a divorcee of fourteen years who
had raised Annie by herself.  She was a handsome woman of thirty five,
with short brown hair framing a pretty squarish face.  Her eyes were hazel
and smiling when she greeted him, his eyes turning to her figure as she
turned to lead him through her well laid out apartment.  He guessed that
she was only about five four and couldn`t weigh much more than one ten.
She was wearing a tight cotton shirt with a scoop neck, emphasizing her
smallish breasts and narrow waist.  Her legs, he noticed beneath the short
pleated skirt she wore, were strong from exercise and tan from laying out.
She was a good looking woman, and he wondered that she hadn`t remarried.

She had sized him up as well, saying over her shoulder, noticing his eyes
rise from her legs, ``Call me Gloria, Greg.``  She smiled at him as she
motioned for him to sit down on the couch.  He was big, he was handsome,
and if what she heard was right, he was very wealthy, which wasn`t as
important to her as the first two.  ``What would you like to drink?``

They sat and chatted about this and that, pausing only when Annie joined
them.  Dinner was excellent--home cooked, even though she had to work, she
was a pharmacist, late that day.  He found her conversation as pleasant as
her looks, and the time passed so easily he didn`t realize how late it was
until Gloria sent Annie off to bed.  He rose to go, smiling as he noticed
Annie`s eagerness to get to bed, wondering what her mother would say  if
she even suspected what her darling daughter was about to do.

``No, no, you can`t go yet,`` Gloria stopped him by putting a hand on his
arm, her touch exciting him--but then, he was on a bit of an edge after
last Sunday, and the four glasses of wine didn`t hurt either.  She laughed
as she sat him back down in his chair, ``you`ve had a bit too much wine.
Let me call you a cab.``

``No no,`` he averred, not wanting her to go to the trouble, ``I`ll just
sit here and take up your time for the next hour and then I`ll be more
than sober enough to drive.``  He smiled back at her, wondering if he
should make a move, the thought of having both the mother and daughter
making him a bit dizzy with excitement.

He really was good looking, she thought to herself again, very, very good
looking, and young looking at thirty two.  She smiled--she had plans for
him, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.  She walked close to
him, very close, standing almost over him in his chair, his eyes level
with her breasts.  ``You are a handsome man,`` she said, putting down her
glass, her hands reaching to press against his chest, smiling into his
eyes as startlement sparked in his.

He was not ready for such a bold approach, although he wasn`t complaining.
She was practically straddling him now, her legs to either side of the
chair  upon which he sat, her face lowering, her lips hot and warm against
his, her tongue a questing passion filling his mouth, sparring with him.
His cock jerked in his pants as her fingers tore at his fly, and he lifted
his ass so she could yank his pants down, freeing his cock to jut into the
air.  She lowered herself onto him, her fingers guiding her, her skirt
billowing out around him as she sunk her cunt onto his rod, a momentary
surprise at the fact that she hadn`t worn panties fleeing before the warm,
wet caverns of her pussy and mouth working him simultaneously.  She wasn`t
as tight as her daughter, but she was a hell of a lot more experienced, he
thought as she clamped onto him, her cunt milking his cock like a machine,
sending chills up and down his spine.

She gasped into his mouth as she slid down his cock, her cunt dripping
juices around it, clutching at it, needing it. ``It`s been so long,`` she
whispered into his ear before kissing him again, her arms around his neck,
resting on the back of the chair.  She began sliding around on his cock,
feeling waves of pleasure pulse through her stomach and crotch as she rode
him, working her cunt to make him gasp.  She broke their kiss and began
kissing and licking his ear, feeling him tense under her, smiling to
herself.  She felt a small orgasm bloom inside her, and she grunted,
mashing herself down on him before continuing the slow, erotic fucking.
It had been a long, long time.

He tensed, feeling her small orgasm transmitted to his cock by her body,
pleasure tingling through is body.  She was good, so good at this, her
cunt a vacuum pump, a massaging machine, driving him crazy.  He wanted to
pick her up and lay her on her back with her legs in the air and pound her
until she screamed and he came, but he couldn`t get any leverage--he was
stuck in a torment of pleasure as she continued working him.

For long minutes she worked him as her orgasms began to increase in
intensity, loving the feel of his cock filling her snatch, splitting her
in two, waiting for just the right moment to tell him.  She could sense
him tense now, and knew he was close, so she stopped, her teeth pulling at
his earlobe, and whispered into his ear, ``I know you`re fucking my
daughter,`` before clamping hard with her cunt on his cock and sliding him
around inside her.

He was stunned--he had been seconds from coming, and it fled him at her
words--she knew.  She was fucking him, but she knew.  He couldn`t think,
but she was moving again, the pleasure driving him insane, keeping him
from thinking about anything but his cock in this incredibly hot piece of
ass.

God she was so excited, his fingers on her ass clenching as she started
whispering into his ear again.  ``I know you`ve been shoving your fat cock
into my slut daughter, my Annie,`` she rippled her cunt muscles, his hands
squeezing her ass harder as she came again.  ``Did you make her scream?``
she gasped, her orgasms beginning to pile one atop the other, making her
body shake, her muscles quiver, her breath come in short gasps as they
grew more intense, the pleasure rocking her small body.

Oh my god he thought, his focus narrowing to his cock as her words
penetrated his mind and her cunt began spasming around his cock.  ``Did
you fuck the slut up the ass?``  Her hands and arms had wrapped about his
head, pulling it toward her in her passion,  her voice breathless as she
went on:  ``Did she beg for it that slut, did she?  Aaahh.  Did you shove
your cock deep down her throat?  Did you beat her slut ass and make her
come?  Does she scream when she comes, does she thrash and scream and buck
that slut body of hers for you Greg, does she?``  

She could barely get the words out between the small cries and pants from
her mouth, her body shaking uncontrollably atop his as orgasm after orgasm
shuddered through her body.  She felt his fingers dig painfully into her
ass and she kissed him hard on the lips, stifling his grunt with her lips
as he shot his load up into her cunt, sending her spasming into another
orgasm.

He thought he was going to pass out as he came, the woman was a sexual
vampire, his cock exploding time and time again inside her spasming cunt.
She arched against him and he felt her come one more time, and then the
time seemed to draw out as they sat there, his cock still inside her, as
they recovered.

Finally she looked at him and smiled, sensing his growing fear and
confusion as his lust left him.  ``I bet you want to know what I know, how
I know, and what I plan to do about it, lover,`` she teased him, holding
her finger to his lips as he was about to speak, rolling her hips slightly
to bring a flash of pleasure in her groin and to keep him from going
completely limp.  She began rocking her hips slowly back and forth as she
began speaking.  ``As to the how, well, Saturday evening I go to do the
laundry and I find my precious daughter`s panties soaked with come--and it
wasn`t just her own.  The little slut had come dripping from her snatch
and she couldn`t even clean up after herself.  It was the first time I had
even suspected she was screwing around, even with a body like she`s got.
Then Sunday rolls around and she`s nervous and distracted and then runs
out of the house dressed like the cheapest whore on the avenues so I knew
something was up; I followed her.  That is when I saw you opening the door
for the little slut.``

He wouldn`t have believed he could get it up so soon after an orgasm like
that, but he was hard again as she slowly rocked back and forth on  his
lap, her cunt muscles massaging him relentlessly, making him grit his
teeth as she continued her explanation.  His heart still beat hard waiting
for the hammer to fall, but he was still finding it hard to concentrate as
she worked him over.

``Well, I had a decision to make then, didn`t I?``  she said, smiling
wickedly at him, seeing her fondest dreams becoming reality.  ``Here was
this man, a teacher, fucking my little girl, probably raping her ass and
making her do all types of disgusting, sluttish things,`` she bore down on
her cunt muscles, felt him respond.  ``I could expose him, send him to
jail for statutory rape, destroy his name and his career--all it would
take is a word from me.  But then I thought, if we were married, I would
never testify against him, against my husband?  Never!``  She smiled at
him, letting her words sink in.

``You...you want me to marry you?`` he stuttered as she suddenly stopped
fucking him.

She looked at him hard.  ``Greg, you are going to do three things for me.
First, you are going to marry me, thus setting me up for life--I know
you`re wealthy.  Second, you are going to fuck me whenever and wherever I
want you to fuck me, but then,`` she smiled and stroked his face, ``I
don`t think you`ll have any trouble keeping me satisfied.  Third,`` she
leaned close to him, ``the third thing you are going to do for me is to
turn my daughter into a little fuck slut, a cock sucking slave.  You are
going to use her and abuse her every way imaginable for me, Greg,`` she
hissed, passion contorting her face, frightening him for a moment before
he smiled also.

``How can I refuse,`` he said, and he meant it.  He hadn`t wanted to get
married--didn`t really want to give anyone half, but this woman, this
gorgeous twisted woman who was so good with her cunt--hell, he`d marry her
and use her daughter and her any day.

They kissed, and she slid off of him, his cock hard now and pulsing.
``I`ve already arranged for the marriage--we can get the license by the
end of next week.  Come over tomorrow and we will tell Annie.``  She was
kneeling before him now, her eyes on his cock, ``And to show you I`m not a
bad sport,`` she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, her eyes
rolling up to look at him as she swallowed his full length and
demonstrated that her mouth was easily as skilled as her cunt.  He
couldn`t wait to get into her ass.

Annie was shocked when she heard the news, Mr. Thomson sitting placidly in
the chair while her mother announced the news.  She sat frozen in her
chair, staring from her mother to Mr. Thomson.  It just couldn`t be.
``Let me talk to her Gloria,`` Mr. Thomson said, ``alone.``  Her mother
nodded and stepped out of  the room.  ``Come here, Annie,`` he said
softly, and when she didn`t move he spat, ``I said come here slut,`` his
tone angry.  She jumped to stand beside him, still wearing he school
uniform, the pleated skirt showing the soft white flesh of her gorgeous
legs.  ``Sit down in my lap,`` he ordered her, and she sat, still stunned,
but doing what he ordered because he was Mr. Thomson.

``Now listen,`` he said, slipping his hand under her skirt and rubbing her
mound with his palm, glancing over to the hallway where he could see that
Gloria had pushed the bedroom door open slightly to peer out at him and
her daughter.  ``This marriage will work out perfectly for both of us,``
he said, his hand pressing harder, finally getting the response he wanted,
feeling legs open up to him, her body slouch as she pushed  her cunt
against his hand, her head leaning to rest against his neck.  ``You and I
will be living together, do you understand?  I will have access to your
slut body all day every day.``  He slipped two fingers into her dripping
cunt, feeling her quiver as he began working her teenaged cunt with his
hand, making her pant with lust.

Oh god he was giving her such pleasure again, with just his fingers.  It
felt so good, so hot, with her mother just in the other room.  But he was
marrying her mother--another woman--but he would be around all the time.
``But...but why?``  she whined.

``Why my little slut,`` he said as he ground his thumb against her clit,
``why?  Two reasons--first I want to be near my little slave slut, and
that`s you.  Now come for me slut, come in your panties, slut.``  She
began to give little gasping cries into his neck, her fingers gripping his
arms as he worked her young cunt hard and fast, her body quivering and
shaking as she cried out, coming hard onto his hand, little ``oh gods``
coming from her lips.  ``Good girl,`` he said, stroking her hair, his hand
still massaging her cunt as he calmed her.  ``The second reason is that
your mother is a hot piece of ass.``

Surprise snuck through her passion--her mother?  Mr. Thomson was calling
her mother a hot piece of ass.  She blushed furiously, not knowing how to
react,  His words, ``I`ll get to have that piece of fuck meat whenever I
want too,`` burned her ears, made her shudder.  ``In fact, if you want to
see how hot your mother is, in ten minutes peek through the door to her
bedroom.``  He smiled at her and she shuddered again.  ``Now clean my
fingers off and get to your room.``  She took his fingers into her mouth
and tasted her clear fluids strong on them, the smell and taste sending a
chill of pleasure down her spine.

He watched as Annie reluctantly went to her room, doubt still strong in
her face, but he knew she would come around, or at least her cunt would.
In fact, he was pretty sure she would even be checking up on them tonight,
and he planned to make sure she had a show.

Gloria had watched Greg slide his hand up her daughter`s skirt and had
watched the way the little slut had responded, even going so far as to
suck her own come off of his fingers.  She quivered with excitement as she
rubbed her own cunt through her jeans, hardly able to wait as he stood and
walked to the bedroom.

When he opened the door to the bedroom Gloria was already half undressed.
He smiled and calmly undressed, making her stand there, her slender body
tense with lust, her eyes burning with passion, as he removed the last of
his clothing, his cock standing rigid from his body.  He stepped closer to
her and pulled her close to him, pulling her head back and kissing her
hard, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, the softness of her lips, before
whispering to her, ``I`ve fucked the slut in the ass, Gloria, I`ve fucked
your precious Annie up her ass and she loved it.  She couldn`t get enough,
she came and came as I drove my rod deep into her bowels.``

Gloria gasped at his words, a picture of her daughter suffering the
onslaught of his cock in her ass, and she shuddered in pleasure, grinding
her pelvis against his thigh, replying, ``Do it to me, do me like you did
her.``  Her mind was in a daze of lust as he turned her around and pushed
her to her knees onto the floor, laying her torso across the bed, her
gorgeous ass jutting out, and she could just see him do it to her
daughter.  She gasped in pleasure as he drove his cock hard into her
dripping pussy, luxuriating in the feel of it, in the knowledge that it
would soon be reaming out her ass, reaming out her ass like it had reamed
out Annie`s ass.

She was so hot he could barely contain himself, her body undulating on the
bed, her ass swirling about madly.  Greg had had many women, but never one
as hot as Gloria.  What a mother daughter pair, he thought crudely as he
shoved his cock hard into her aching cunt, surprised again at how active
it was, at how it sucked at and massaged his cock, as if trying to pull
his soul from his body.  He didn`t keep it there long, though, just long
enough to get his cock well lubed up with her cunt juice before pulling
out and pulling her ass cheeks roughly apart with his hands, exposing her
tiny brown bud of an asshole.

Annie couldn`t believe what she was seeing--her mother on her knees while
Mr. Thomson pulled apart her asscheeks with his hands.  She could see her
mothers swollen cunt, hairs sparse around it, and felt a thrill go through
her as she saw him push his cock, glistening with juices, against her
mother`s tiny asshole.  She reached down and pushed her fingers into her
cunt when Mr. Thomson looked over at her and winked before pushing his
hips into her mother`s ass, his cock slowly driving into her mother`s
anus, a muffled cry coming from her mother`s mouth as she buried her head
in the bed, her hands curling around the bedsheets hard.

Oh god it hurt so good, Gloria thought as Greg`s cock slowly stretched her
nether opening until she felt like she was going to explode.  She hadn`t
been assfucked in years, and had forgotten the special pain and pleasure
it gave her as his fat cock began to slide deeper into her ass, making her
shudder as she thought of how her daughter must have felt.

Greg grimaced as his cock slid all the way to the hilt into Gloria`s tight
ass, loving the feel of her sphincter clutching at his cock, loving that
her daughter was right now peering in on him fucking her mother up the
ass.  They were both hard-core sluts, mother and daughter, and he was
going to use them as such.  He shuddered in pleasure as he slid his cock
back, her ass clutching at him violently, before shoving every inch of his
cock back into her.

She could feel every inch in her bum, every fat inch of his cock reaming
her out, bringing little mewling noises from her body as she undulated in
pleasure mixed with pain on the bed, her whole body on fire with lust.
She came on the third stroke of his cock into her ass, her teeth bared as
she bit back a cry, and again on the eighth stroke, and then again on the
tenth, and again when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her body
against his, his hands pinching her nipples and his fingers diving into
her soaking cunt, pulling at her swollen clit, making her shudder
uncontrollably as she gasped in orgasm again and again, his cock skewering
her like a piece of meat, filling her with pleasure.

Annie gasped herself when she saw her mother lose herself to her orgasm;
she had never thought of her mother as being so sexy, so wanton.  It made
her hot, made her hot to see her mother on the end of Mr. Thomson`s cock,
to see her getting reamed out like that.  She remembered her assfucking,
and came with her fingers deep in her cunt, her blue eyes wide as they
watched her mother come again and again.

He grunted, whispering nasty things in her ear about her daughter as he
came in her ass as her body spasmed in his arms.  He practically threw her
limp body onto the bed as he pulled out, her lithe form covered in sweat,
cunt juice leaking down her inner thighs, her asshole winking at him as
she panted heavily on the bed, low moans coming from her throat.  He
walked to the other side of the bed and pulled her to his cock:  ``Clean
it off, Gloria.``

She looked up at him but didn`t hesitate, engulfing his softening cock
with her mouth, reveling in the taste of her own come and shit mixed with
his own spunk.  Just like her daughter, she thought, but she was better
than that little slut, much better, she thought as she brought her
cocksucking talents to bear, bringing him to hardness again as quickly as
any woman could have.

Annie had come for the third time when she saw her mother engulf Mr.
Thomson`s cock so hungrily, her fingers dripping with her cunt juices,
when she saw Mr. Thompson wave her away.  She stood unsteadily on her feet
and went to her room, where she used the dildo on herself until she fell
asleep, visions of her mother and Mr. Thompson and her and Mr. Thomson
fucking and fucking and fucking some more floating through her teenaged
head.