Teacher_1.0 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. Teacher_1.1 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.