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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The High Price of Illicit Pleasure by Pixie2002 (sarahpixie2001@yahoo.com) *** A conservative middle school teacher yields to temptation and risks everything in an affair with a sexy female student. (M/F-teen, exh, oral, spanking) *** I think it must have been some kind of temporary insanity. What other way is there to explain where I found myself that day? Driving in my car, naked from the waist down, not knowing exactly what was going to happen when I reached the address that was written on the paper lying on the seat between my bare legs. One thing I was sure about—the arousal was just leaking out of me and pooling on the cool leather seat. Then there was the fact that each time I stopped for a traffic light, I got this amazing tingling deep in my belly, wondering whether someone would pull up along side in a tall SUV and be able to look inside my compact car. Or what if I got stopped by a cop for a warning about a faulty brake light? I was not really sure whether the tingling came from dread or anticipation. Here I was. Susan Robertson, respected school teacher. I'd been teaching seventh grade English at Kennedy Middle School for almost 15 years—ever since I graduated from college. Teaching was what I'd always wanted to do. When I was six year old, I would line all my dolls up on my bed and read them stories. In one way or another, I'd been teaching ever since. I love words, I love language, I love literature, and I love sharing my passion with my students. And if I do say so myself, I'm pretty good at it. I'd been nominated as our district's teacher of the year twice and had the respect of my colleagues. I wondered what the people I have coffee with every day in the teachers' lounge would think if they could see me now? I'm sure they would think that I'd gone crazy. That's what I thought, too. And I really wondered what my husband would think! I'd been married to the same man—Dave—since one month after we graduated from college. We'd met our freshman year and were each other's first serious relationship. We'd been generally happy for the past 14 years. But my state of partial undress in a semipublic place made me think that perhaps I should have experimented just a bit more before settling down to a pretty vanilla sex life. Just then a van pulled up beside me at a red light. "Shit!" I thought to myself, "The driver's looking over this way." I was certain he could see that I was only wearing a little crop top that exposed a good deal of my stomach. But that was not the worst of it. Today it exposed a good deal more since I didn't have another stitch on. Instinctively, I tried to pull the short top down a little bit, but it did absolutely no good. "Oh god!" I thought, "He's looking over at me." His eyes were playing over my breasts. Of course, that always happens. I have a nice pair—36D—and the little red top clung to them nicely. I looked over at him and smiled weakly, thinking that might distract him a bit. I hoped he would focus on my dark brown eyes and my full mane of dark brown hair that everyone compliments me on. The distraction seemed to be working for a moment. But then his eyes slid lower. "Oh shit!" I thought. "There's the double-take. He's seen me." His eyes locked on my pussy. And as they did, I began to leak even more. By then, the paper that contained the address was all wet with my juices. Finally, the light turned green, and I mashed down on the gas. Mine wasn't a powerful sports car—it was a little compact that Dave and I could afford on two teachers' salaries (Dave teaches math at the high school). But I made a fast left at the end of the next block and Mr. Van Man flew past on the right, his head hanging out of the driver's window trying for one final peek. All right, more about how I got myself into this situation. Almost every school year, there's one student who really gets to you. My rookie year as a teacher, there was Sean Anderson. This kid was always causing trouble, talking, telling jokes and generally testing my ability as a new teacher to control my class. But every time he'd push me right to the edge and I was ready to march him down to the principal's office, Sean would flash this wonderful "who me?" smile and I'd just have to smile back at him. He really knew how to manipulate me. And I enjoyed it. I hear he's a lawyer now. It figures. Then a few years later, there was Jenny Scott, a pretty little girl who hardly ever opened her mouth in class. I knew there was a lot going on behind those blue eyes of hers and I wanted so badly to draw it out of her. About halfway through the year, I managed to develop a nice rapport with her, and she would stay behind after class and we'd talk. I learned she had a lot of trouble at home with her step-father, and I found her some help with that. She still sends me an email every now and then from university. This year, there was another one of those kids. Her name is Mitzi Owens, and believe it or not, she's the reason I was driving my car in a state of full sexual arousal, trying with all my might to keep from reaching down and playing with myself after almost cumming when Mr. Van Man saw me. From the first day of school, I had a hard time taking my eyes off Mitzi. She was not the prettiest girl in the class. But she had this...this presence about her. Oh, she was pretty, all right, with shining black hair cascading just below her shoulders. And these soulful dark brown eyes. They just seemed to lock onto me and draw me in from that first day. Mitzi is about average size for a seventh grade girl, a little over five feet tall, so she had to look up at me when we stood together, since I am 5-8. But there were times when she would look at me and I felt like the smaller one. She has a nice little figure for a girl her age. Her hips are already filling out and rounding nicely, her waist narrowing. Her little breasts were barely more than buds at the start of the school year. But with just about a month of school left, she had really flowered and developed some very nice curves upstairs, as well. She is quite popular with the boys. As a matter of fact, she developed quite a reputation during the course of the year. Occasionally, I'd catch little snippets of conversations as I walked by the tight bunches of girls huddled together at the lunchroom tables. "Did you hear what Mitzi did...?" "Oh my god, she didn't do that!" "She's such a slut..." It made me want to grab one or two and shake them and tell them to quit gossiping, but Mitzi didn't seem to mind at all. She has this inner confidence that just lets her go on her way, seemingly not concerned at all about what her peers were saying about her. But it did seem clear that she was quite advanced sexually. I guess that's why I started thinking about her like that. I know exactly when I started thinking of Mitzi that way. One afternoon in October, she was sitting there on the front row, wearing this short little denim skirt that was riding way up. She was wearing a white tank top that allowed her bra straps to peek out from underneath, and a pair of blue flip flops. The class was working on a written assignment and I was sitting at my desk grading papers. I happened to glance down at Mitzi's feet and noticed that her toes were painted a bright red. I remember thinking how cute they looked. My eyes sort of drifted upward along her legs until I caught a brief glimpse of her panties peeking out from under her very short skirt. It was not unusual for me to see something like that from my vantage point at the front of the room, and I'd learned to ignore it unless it was too blatant or happened too often. If it did, I'd ask the offending young lady to stay a minute after class so I could remind her of the virtues of modesty. But this time, for some reason, I felt that familiar little fluttering in my stomach—the one that signals the early stages of sexual arousal. Unfortunately, I hadn't felt it much at home lately, since Dave was busy teaching at the high school and taking classes toward his master's degree in the evening. It was something I was not used to feeling while I was concentrating on teaching, and it made me uncomfortable. Nevertheless, my eyes lingered as I tried to see a bit more of what might be there between Mitzi's firm young thighs. I could feel my pulse quicken a little, and I knew I was beginning to lubricate. My mind began to wander back to some of the stories I'd heard about this young seventh grader, who was supposedly giving blow jobs to older boys after school. There was even one rumor involving a male teacher, but I refused to believe it. Regardless, my mind drifted to thoughts of Mitzi's pretty young lips enveloping the straining cock of some horny 16 year old, pumping it up and down, grasping it tightly with her hand, and soon eliciting an explosion of semen, which she was not quite able to contain in her mouth. The vision of her with liquid pearls of the hot, sticky goo dripping from her chin actually made my pussy spasm just a little. Just then a dropped book at the back of the class brought me back from my daydream. Or was it a fantasy? At any rate, when I looked up, Mitzi's piercing brown eyes were locked on mine. She obviously knew I had been staring at her, and she knew exactly where I was staring. I know my face must have given me away because I could feel the heat of my embarrassment rise up from my neck and envelop my face. Even my ears got hot. But, rather than share in my shame, Mitzi just smiled this enigmatic little smile and shifted her weight in her chair. If anything, her dress rode even higher than before and her thighs may have parted just a little further. I was saved by the bell, so to speak, and everyone jumped up and headed home for the weekend. I just sat there at my desk in the empty classroom, my heart pounding, and with a noticeable dampness in my conservative school teacher panties. I thought to myself, "What the hell just happened?" And I remember hoping that Dave would be home long enough that evening to fuck my brains out. It was clear that I needed some sex. **** From that day on, I couldn't keep my mind, or my eyes, off Mitzi. It was sort of like when someone tells you not to think about a pink elephant. After that, you can't think of anything else. It seemed no matter where I looked as I was standing in front of the class, my eyes always ended up on Mitzi. I knew exactly what she wore every day. How she fixed her hair. I noticed as her breasts began to develop. Most days, I knew what color panties she was wearing. And there were a lot of nights, when Dave was away at school, that I would luxuriate in a hot bath before bedtime, while letting my mind drift to thoughts of this girl who had nearly taken me over. I'd picture what she must look like without her clothes on. Imagine what she looked like having sex with those boys. Wondering whether she really got any enjoyment out of it. My hands would drift over my full breasts as they floated weightlessly in the soapy water. My nipples would harden as I thought of how I'd love to caress her, touch her, make sure she knew how good sex could be when someone took their time with her and weren't just in it for themselves. It wouldn't take long until one hand was between my legs while the other pinched first one nipple, then the other. I'd bring myself to orgasm night after night with the tight little body of Mitzi Owens as the last image in my mind before I plunged over the cliff and came. Lying in bed alone one night after one of those wonderful orgasms, I first began to think that something might happen between Mitzi and me. Up to that point, I'd never even thought of myself as bisexual. My only sexual experience with another female came when I was about Mitzi's age. Naturally, it was at a sleepover. Naturally, the four of us girls were "practice kissing." But later that night, my best friend Karen turned over and put her face close to mine in the bed we were sharing and whispered, "Did you like it when we were kissing?" "Yeah," I responded, trying very hard not to disturb the two other girls on the floor in their sleeping bags. "Do you wanna do it some more?" she asked, very matter- of-factly. I swallowed hard and whispered, "I guess so..." And with that, Karen leaned a little closer, closed her eyes and kissed me tentatively on the lips. I still remember the taste of her toothpaste and the wonderful smell of her light brown hair. We kissed for quite a long time, very quietly so as not to wake the others, and it wasn't long before we managed to position our legs just right so we could grind our pussies on each other's thigh. We must have kissed and humped for an hour, all the while getting more and more aroused and less and less concerned about our sleeping friends. Suddenly, I felt this strange tingling deep in my belly that developed into a throbbing that I couldn't control, even though it scared me so much that I tried to stop. But it was too late. I'd had my first orgasm while I held tight to my best friend and ground my little pussy against her leg. Quite often during my masturbation sessions in the bath tub, I would start off remembering this sweet, sexy adventure with my friend Karen. But by the time I came, it would be Mitzi that I was kissing. Mitzi's leg that I clutched tightly to my throbbing cunt. This, I believe, was the beginning of my temporary insanity. I only wish I knew when it would end. **** I can't even describe the guilt I was feeling at just the thought of having sex with one of my students. I'd read things in the newspaper and seen stories on television about teachers who get involved with their students. So I knew what I would be risking. Shame, humiliation, professional ostracism. Probably a criminal record, too. But when you're on fire with the craving for someone, all these things seem somehow not so important. There is some rationalization process that makes you think you'll never get caught. And so it was that I decided to act on my impulses, my urges. I remember it being almost an out-of-body experience as I developed my plan. I seemed to be looking at this other woman as she went about putting on a sexy yellow sundress that Saturday morning. I watched her as she first slipped on a pair of sexy yellow panties to match, then as she slipped them off again leaving herself naked underneath. I watched as she painted her full red lips even redder with her favorite "fuck me" lipstick, and as she let her long dark hair fall loose on her tanned shoulders that were displayed so nicely, barely covered by the thin yellow straps. I had looked Mitzi's address up in the principal's office on Friday before I left school, and I knew about where the apartment she shared with her mother was located. I also knew, from casual conversations with Mitzi during the year, that her mother always worked Saturdays as an assistant manager at one of the department stores in the mall. So I had a good idea she would be alone that Saturday, or at least without parental supervision. Who knew whether she would have some friends there at the apartment with her? I fantasized a bit about what they would probably be doing if she did have company, but I hoped she would be alone. On the drive over there, my heart was pounding just about the way it did that night with my friend Karen, when I finally found out how good it felt when someone pushes just the right buttons...even if by accident. But today was going to be no accident; I had planned every step very carefully. If it all worked out, my fantasies about Mitzi Owens would become real. I would no longer dream about taking her nipples between my lips and sucking them, making them swell with arousal. I would do it! I would make her cum. I would be the one to teach her how good it can feel when your whole body tenses with the delicious throbbing, tingling, pulsing feeling that courses through you when you climax. By the time I pulled into the parking lot outside Mitzi's building, my legs were shaking so hard I was afraid I couldn't walk the short distance to the stairs that led to her second story apartment. But as it turned out, I didn't have to walk that far. As I rounded the corner, I saw Mitzi sunning herself on a lawn chair that was sitting on a little patch of grass not far from the steps to her apartment. The early afternoon sun was baking her firm, young body, which looked especially ripe and delicious in her tiny black bikini. I marveled at how curvy her body had become--not yet a woman, but with the look of a woman. "Hello, Mitzi," I said, trying to sound as professional as possible, despite my voice catching in my dry throat. "Mrs. Robertson? What are you doing here?" "There's an issue from school that I need to discuss with you, Mitzi. Can we go inside for a minute? That is, if we won't be disturbing your mother." "Oh, Mom's working today. She won't be home until around eight tonight." Mitzi just looked at me through her dark sunglasses. It was hard to get a read on what she was thinking when I couldn't see those expressive eyes of hers. But she did seem happy to see me, though a little puzzled by why I would come to her home, rather than talking to her in school. "Mitzi, dear," I asked again, "did you not hear what I said? She seemed to be staring at me with this strange look on her face, not hearing a thing I'd been saying. Of course, I'd taken the opportunity to admire her ripe young body as she lay there in the sun in that tiny bikini, her body glistening with a thin film of perspiration and suntan lotion. My eyes lingered on her firm, round bottom that was almost completely exposed in her tiny string bikini, with just a very thin strip of black fabric nestled snugly between her cheeks. "I asked if we could go inside for a minute. I want to talk with you about your final grade in my class," I repeated, finally seeming to get her attention. "Oh, er, sure, I guess so," she finally responded haltingly. At the same time she let her sunglasses slip down her nose and I saw a look flash through her eyes as she stared back at me. It was a look I'd seen before, on those times when she'd caught me trying to peek between her firm thighs in class. It was the look that told me she was excited, rather than put off by my attentions. And it was exactly the same look I could see in her eyes right then. I watched closely as she stood and picked up her towel, preparing to lead me into her apartment. Encouraged by the look I saw in her eyes, I allowed my gaze to take her all in, starting with her shiny black hair and ending at the tips of her toes, which were once again painted in that bright red color. It was the same color my mother used to call "whore red." Hmmmmm. Of course, I paid special attention to her wonderful round breasts, which were barely covered by the small bikini top. And then, her mound. I could see the curve of it, hugged by the thin fabric of her bikini. I noticed that a bit of the black material was sneaking its way between her lower lips, offering an enticing preview of the wonders beneath. I tried to see whether any pubic hair might be peeking out from either side, and when I saw none, I was reminded of her youth--of how any hair she might have down there would certainly be only fine wisps. Finally, I noticed her shifting from one foot to the other, as if I might be making her a bit uncomfortable with my admiring looks. "Let's go inside, dear," I said soothingly, and she turned to walk toward the apartment building with me following behind. From this vantage point, I was able to watch as her lovely bottom swayed sensuously from side to side as she walked. As she began to climb the steps to the second floor, I lagged just far enough behind to gain an intimate look between her smooth thighs from below. And I noticed what looked to be a moist patch on her bikini bottoms, and it seemed to be growing almost with each step she took up the stairs. By the time she reached her doorway, it was clear to me that she was turned on by my admiring glances and, I hoped, by the thought of being alone in her apartment with me while her mother was away. She opened the door and invited me inside. The air conditioning marked a stark contrast to the hot, humid air outside. And it had an immediate effect on Mitzi's nipples, which swelled and tried to push their way through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Naturally, my eyes were riveted on her freshening nipples and we both realized it instantly. Her face flushed, though I'm not sure whether it was from embarrassment or excitement. I hoped to find out very soon. Of course, my own nipples were straining against the top of my thin sundress. And with each step, the fabric stimulated them to the point that they were almost painful. But with each caress of the fabric, I felt a little twinge down below as my clit also began to spring to life. My legs were still shaking a bit and I steadied myself against the back of a chair near the door. The little angel on my right shoulder kept insisting that there was still time to back out and maintain my professionalism as a teacher. But the devil on my left, with assistance from Mitzi's straining nipples, kept saying, "are you kidding?" She stood there rather awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do now that her teacher, who was clearly fascinated with the sheer sexuality that oozed from every pore of her 13-year-old body, was inside. Recognizing her hesitancy, I suggested that we sit on the sofa so we could go over what I supposedly came to talk about. Apparently relieved at my taking the lead, Mitzi gratefully moved over to the sofa and sat down. She watched as I sat next to her, so close that our legs could have touched with just the least amount of effort. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, Mitzi," I began with a deep sigh. As far as I can tell, your final book report has not been turned in, and you know you need to complete that assignment in order to pass my course." "But, Mrs. Robertson," she responded hesitantly, her pretty face clouded with a puzzled frown. "I did turn in that report. I stayed up nearly all night last Thursday and finished it." "I'm sorry, Mitzi, I don't have it and will have to give you an "F" if you can't give me a very good excuse about why the report was not handed in on time." "That's bullshit!" she suddenly shouted, her face reddening and her big, brown eyes filling with tears of frustration and anger. Then when she realized that she was talking to one of her teachers, one whom she really liked, she hesitated. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Robertson, I didn't mean to say that. But I don't think it's fair that I'm in trouble when I honestly handed that paper in." Tears were beginning to make little trails down her cheeks as she realized that it was her word against that of a respected teacher. She knew that no one would take the word of a seventh grader about something like this—especially a seventh grader who had been working hard on a bad reputation for the past school year. I reached over and took her face in both hands and used my thumbs to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. "It's all right, Mitzi. I'm sure we can figure something out that will allow me to give you a passing grade." And with those words, one of my hands brushed her hair back from her face and gently caressed her ear, then her neck. I watched as her nipples hardened further at my touch. "What do you mean 'work something out'?" she asked. "This is what I mean," I answered, and at nearly the same time I moved my face close to hers and kissed her softly on the lips. I felt her stiffen at the first touch of my lips, but I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't pull away. My heart was pounding as I kissed her harder the second time and felt a deep sigh escape her lips, signaling her enjoyment of my touch. I knew right then that she was mine, even though she might not have realized it yet. "Mitzi," I said as I leaned away from her just a little, while keeping my eyes locked on hers. "Have you noticed me admiring you in class?" "Well, I guess so," she answered hesitantly. "I wasn't sure exactly. I thought you might be looking at me." "Well, I was looking at you, dear. And I very much liked what I saw." "What was that, Mrs. Robertson?" "I saw a beautiful young girl, just on the verge of becoming a young woman. It made me think about when I was your age. When I had all those wonderful, crazy feelings just bubbling up inside me. Feelings that I just didn't quite know what to do with. And it made me think that I wanted to help you understand those feelings." "Well, I have been feeling a lot of things, lately, that's for sure." "And, Mitzi, did you notice where I was looking a lot of the time when I was watching you?" Her face reddened as she thought about how my eyes devoured her those times in class. "You know exactly where I was looking, don't you, Mitzi?" I asked, and at the same time I moved one of my hands between her thighs and began to stroke her lightly with just the tips of my fingers. "I was looking right here, dear." "Mmmmmmm," was all she could manage before I leaned in and kissed her again, this time more forcefully. I took her bottom lip between mine and sucked on it, then moved to her top lip and do the same. I kissed her the way I love to be kissed—slowly, sensuously, with passion. It was the way I had dreamed of kissing her for these past nine months. All the while, my hand drifted lightly on the inside of her thighs, from her knees, upward, almost to that magical place between her legs. But each time I approached her treasure, I slowly slid my hand down once again. I felt her warm breath in my mouth, coming in little pants now, as her ripe young body began to respond to these new sensations. She had been touched by boys before, but not this way. Not in a way that allowed her body time to really respond and get in touch with the feelings that were now building inside her. Just as my tongue pressed inside her mouth, my hand made contact with the thin fabric of her bikini. She gasped again at this intimate touch, but offered no resistance. In fact, I felt her thighs part just a little, in an instinctive reaction that invited me to continue. And just as my tongue was probing inside her sweet young mouth, I used two fingers to locate her lower lips and begin tracing up and down along the outline of her little slit, feeling her bikini grow even wetter with the desire that had been building inside. I pressed the fabric inside her labia and moved one finger upward until her little moan told me I'd located her clit. But then I stopped and removed my hand and my lips and looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you like what I'm doing, Mitzi?" "Oh, yesssssss," she sighed, unable to talk above a whisper. "Do you want me to go farther, dear?" "Please, Mrs. Robertson. Please touch me like that again!" "In due time, Mitzi. But first I want to see those wonderful breasts that I have watched growing this year." And with that I moved both hands to the back of her neck to untie her bikini top. The two strings fell and her beautifully full mounds began to spill out of the tiny top. For the first time I saw the dark pink of her areolas peeking at me. Instinctively, her hands moved to hold the top. But then she stopped and let her arms fall to her sides. And as the top slipped a little more, I saw one, then both of her hard nipples. They were amazingly large for a girl her age, and so erect that they were pulling her areolas taught. Gently, I reached around and unfastened her top from behind and finished unwrapping the forbidden package I'd been dreaming about for the past nine months. I watched as her breasts rose and fell rapidly from the excitement. I put my hand gently on her left breast and felt the pounding of her heart. It was beating with a fury reminiscent of a frightened animal that has been captured and doesn't quite understand what is happening. My other hand moved to her right breast, and I began to massage them both very gently at first, but gradually increasing the pressure of my touch. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers and leaned in to kiss her again. This time her mouth opened wide to invite me inside. I pressed my tongue inside and began to explore, my heart beating almost as fast as hers. A little smile crossed my lips as her tongue found mine and began a tentative little dance. With this encouragement, I took both her breasts fully in my hands and kneaded them sensuously to the rhythm of our tongues' caresses. My own nipples were so hard they were almost painful by this time, and I felt the same dampness between my legs that I felt those times in class when I imagined doing this with her. Only this time it was real! And it was even more beautiful than I'd imagined. Slowly, I removed my lips from hers and began kissing lightly down her neck, then upward to her ears and down again, with soft little kisses that raised goose bumps on her tight skin. Soon, my lips reached her chest and a little moan escaped her lips in anticipation of what would happen next. And, sure enough, my mouth found her breasts and my tongue traced an outline around each one, licking lightly at that sensitive skin underneath her pert mounds, and then making smaller and smaller circles until I was outlining her areolas with my wet licks. With each touch of my tongue, I could almost see her nipples grow a little before my admiring eyes. Sensing from her little moans that she was ready, I took first one nipple, then the other between my lips and sucked them in turn, all the while, my tongue swirling and teasing them. As I took her left breast as far into my mouth as I could, my right hand slid over her flat belly toward her bikini bottoms. And when I encountered the thin fabric, I paused for a minute to tickle that sensitive area just beneath her belly button. Again, more goose bumps. But now that I was so close to my prize, I only played for a moment, then while still suckling firmly at her tender breast, I hooked my fingers in her bikini and began to pull it down. Instinctively, she lifted her hips from the couch to help as I exposed her treasure for the first time. I paused in my suckling just long enough to allow me to reach down and slide her bikini down her smooth, shapely legs and off. She was now totally naked, aroused almost to the point of confusion, and completely in my control. And I didn't hesitate to claim the prize that I had been lusting for. I took her breast once again into my mouth and slid my hand firmly and assertively between her thighs, opening her to my touch. This time there was no teasing, no build up, as my fingers began to trace over the outline of her little slit and feel the nectar that had begun to seep from her. I parted her lips and smeared the lubrication over her opening, making sure that I slickened her growing little bud. I ran two fingers up and down the tender flesh, over and over, each time teasing her clit by trapping it briefly between my fingers and squeezing gently. Her little squeals of delight and pleasure created little pulses and throbs in my own wet tunnel. Finally, I slid my middle finger inside, but only barely as her tightness resisted my entrance, even though she and I both wanted it desperately. So I moved slowly, inching my finger inside her tight little tunnel until she was whimpering at the delicious feeling of this invasion. Her breathing was faster and her hips were rising involuntarily from the sofa as she tried to draw me deeper inside. At last, my finger was buried completely inside, and I took my thumb and massaged her swollen little clitty, back and forth, up and down, with her oozing nectar slickening the way. After only a few strokes of my thumb, I felt her small body stiffen and begin to shake. Her stomach muscles grew taught and she held her breath. It was as if she was completely paralyzed for just a moment. Then I felt the pulsing, the throbbing of her little cunt as her climax shot down from the top of her head to the tips of her red-painted toenails. She cried out loudly, and I quickly put one hand over her panting mouth to muffle the sound, even as my other hand cupped her little mound and ground against her clit while my middle finger continued to stir inside her throbbing tunnel. I removed my hand from her mouth and replaced it with my lips, and I felt the warm breath of her panting inside my mouth. I knew that I had made her feel things she'd never felt before. And with that thought, I could feel my own juices begin to trickle from me and slicken the insides of my thighs underneath the bright yellow sun dress that I'd worn especially for Mitzi. Finally, the throbbing and tingling subsided as the final few waves of her orgasm washed over her, and she went limp. I slid my finger out and raised it to my lips to taste her sweet nectar. The taste of her created this tingling deep in my belly and I knew I needed to taste her again, only more fully and completely. I pulled her limp little body next to me and held her, stroking her damp hair and tingling my fingertips over her cheeks, her neck, and her chest, where the smooth skin was still flushed pink with the afterglow of her orgasm. We lay together on the couch for, I'm not sure how long, her body still shuddering every now and then with little aftershocks. I held her tight, trying to make her feel safe in my arms and whispered quiet little reassuring things in her ear, letting her know that it was okay to feel like this, to enjoy the touch of another woman—even when it's your teacher. Of course, my own arousal was continuing to increase with her naked little body pressed against me. I could smell the scent of my own cunt, which had been oozing nectar since before I got out of my car, knowing what I was planning for Mitzi this afternoon. I'd been masturbating to the thought of her for almost the entire school year, so when it actually became real, I almost came without even touching myself. But now I was longing for release. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that the least little movement pushed me closer. My nipples literally ached they were so stiff and aroused. Just the touch of the light cotton fabric of my sun dress made me shiver. But I was not expecting Mitzi to do anything for me today. I knew she was inexperienced and confused about what had happened, so I decided that today would only be a day for her to receive pleasure. I would have my own pleasure from her another time, I was sure of it by the way she responded to me. Slowly I moved to one end of the sofa, stretching her out along the length of it and placing one of her bare feet flat on the floor. This position had the effect that I wanted—it spread her wide open...to my view, my touch, and ultimately to my taste. When she realized how exposed she was, she instinctively reached down to try and cover her little womanhood. But I moved her hands away from my prize and whispered reassurances. She lay very still with her hands resting on her taught belly. I paused for a moment to simply admire her. To drink in the sight of this body, which I had only been able to imagine until that afternoon. Her skin was so smooth and firm, with a tightness that only a teenage girl can know. My eyes moved upward from her carefully painted toes, along her shapely legs, until I reached that coveted V between her legs. But I didn't linger there yet. I wanted to take her all in before returning to claim my ultimate prize. My eyes continued upward, to her flat belly, which was actually a bit sunken right then because she was lying on her back. I watched her abdomen rising and falling slowly with each breath. Her belly button was a cute little "innie," and I couldn't wait for my tongue to dip inside it. Farther up, her breasts. They looked rather small right then as she lay on her back. They reminded me how small they really were when I first saw her in my class last September, barely more than little buds from the look of her clothes at the time. But over the course of the year, they swelled and grew, until the boys were noticing, the girls were jealous, and I was lusting for them. Her areolas were large and a dark pink, the nipples rising from them, still erect and pulling them tight. I don't know if was from the cool of the air-conditioning or the heat of my gaze, but her nipples were reaching up and begging for more attention. Then I focused on her pretty face—the graceful curve of her jaw, her full sensuous mouth. Of every part of her it was her mouth that was is already all woman. The full lips were slightly parted as she relaxed. Her nose was still that of a girl, small and slightly turned up. Cute was the best way to describe it, and it seemed so out of place with her more womanly features. Her eyes were closed. But I knew exactly what they looked like—large, brown, expressive. I had looked into them many times in class. They had caught me staring more than once, imagining what it would be like if ever I were able to get her to this exact place where she was right then. I would have loved to see the look in them as she realized what I was about to do, but I decided not to disturb her, to make her open them just yet because I wanted her to be completely relaxed for what was to come. Finally, her hair—dark and shiny, flowing down past her shoulders when she stood. But now it was forming a lovely black frame for her face as it sprawled carelessly over the sofa cushion and cascaded downward slightly off the edge of the couch. I couldn't keep from reaching down to brush it out of her face a little, partly so I could see her more completely, and partly to demonstrate that I was the adult here and she was the child. Finally, it was time for my prize. I scooted my knees underneath me at the end of the couch, and the position brought my face in perfect position directly above her little mound. I admired the curve of it, as it rose below her flat belly and I noticed the little wisps of dark hair that were just beginning to cover it. Their sparseness reminded me once again of her age and took my breath away. In this position, her scent surrounded me, and I drank it in. It was musky, sensuous, and it was mixed with the smell of her suntan lotion and some fruity cosmetic that girls her age seemed to use a little too much of. But even that made my pussy tingle and contract a little as I thought how many times I'd smelled that fruity aroma when I walked by her desk in class. But it was her natural aroma that made my nipples harden further as I imagined her taste. I tentatively reached down and traced one finger lightly along the length of her little slit. I marveled at how small she was, even with her lips slightly swollen with arousal. Her leg and stomach muscles tensed a little bit at my touch, but as I continued my light caress, up and down the length of her, she began to relax, even though her breaths seemed to be getting a little quicker. I moved my other hand down and used both to part her outer lips. She was still wet and shiny with the fluids of her first orgasm, and as I opened her further, I could see the little pools of arousal that were collecting on her pink folds. Higher, I saw my ultimate goal—her little clitty, mostly covered by its hood, but beginning to peek out to seek my attention. I couldn't wait any longer. I moved my face close to her and felt the amazing heat emanating from her sex. I blew my breath over her, not to cool her but to heat her further. And it seemed to work as her hips began to move on the couch as if she didn't know whether to try and get away or move closer. But even if she had wanted to move away, it was too late. I extended my tongue and made one long lick from that sensitive area just above her tight little rosebud, along her wet folds to her sensitive little pearl. Her body shuddered at this exquisite sensation and a little mewing sound escaped her lips. She was experiencing something for the very first time, and it thrilled me to know I was the one who was showing her the way. Another full lick, this time with the tip of my tongue pressing a little farther inside. Then another. And another. Each time upward, I paused to flick her clit back and forth rapidly with my tongue. I varied the pace of my licks, sometimes they came fast, sometimes slowly. I didn't want her to anticipate when the next delicious sensation was coming. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were clamped tightly shut and she was biting her lower lip. Her nostrils were flared as her breaths came faster and faster. I moved my hands along her abdomen, upward to her breasts and began to pinch her nipples in rhythm with my licks. Her hips were writhing on the couch as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue, the licks coming faster and faster, the flicks of her clit becoming harder and more direct. She was moaning now, panting, squirming— unable to take much more of this pleasure, but at the same time needing more and more. Finally, when I knew the time was right, I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and began to suckle, nursing on it as I would a little nipple. At the same time, I pinched hard on her nipples. Mitzi screamed and began to hump my mouth eagerly and with each thrust of her hips, I sucked harder on her little pearl and pinched her nipples harder. Then I felt a gushing of her juices on my lips as she came again for me, this time much more violently than the first. Her nectar was flowing from her now and making a wet puddle on the couch. The sight of this took me over the edge with her, and I quickly removed one hand from her breast and thrust it underneath my dress and between my legs—just in time to feel the spasming of my own cunt and to feel the explosion of juices from inside my writhing body. But I keep my mouth pressed hard against her pussy, allowing her to grind out the last little bit of her orgasm on my face. I wanted to taste her juices. I wanted her to paint my face with them. Finally, it was over. Mitzi went limp and seemed to be passed out there on her living room couch. Her body seemed almost lifeless as I watched her there, but I could see her firm young breasts rising and falling slightly with the deep breaths of sleep. Deciding not to wake her, I smoothed my skirt and tried to make myself presentable enough to emerge from her apartment and make my way to my car. The afternoon was getting away and I needed to hurry home to fix dinner for my husband. It was time to go back to being the proper wife, the professional teacher that I was before Mitzi took me over. But as I slipped quietly from her apartment and drove away, I already knew there would be other times—times when I would teach her how to pleasure a woman. And I thought about how her sweet young face would look between my thighs. **** Thinking back on that first time with Mitzi was enough to nearly push me over the edge all by itself. As I eased up and stopped at the next traffic light, I slid my hand between my legs and began to slip two fingers inside my leaking pussy. This time, I was so hot that I almost wished someone would see me. The anticipation, the dread, the memory of her sweet young body all combined to put me in that zone where I just needed to cum. My mother could have pulled up along side of me and I would not, could not, have removed my fingers from my cunt. I smeared my nectar all around my opening and began to rub my clit furiously. There was no time for the usual teasing or preliminaries. Fortunately, this time the car beside me at the light was a small one like mine, and the woman driver was not high enough to see into my vehicle. But I sensed that she was watching me. I suppose it must have been the wanton expression on my face. Eyes partially closed, lips parted, nostrils flaring—all the signals of arousal. I watched her watch me, but never slowed my fingers. Before the light even turned green again, my legs stiffened, pressing hard against the floorboard of the car, and I had a thunderous orgasm. Just as the light changed, I wiped my juices from my hand so I could grip the wheel to drive and pulled away slowly. I had no idea what the woman must have been thinking, and at that point, I had too many other things on my mind to really care. I was on my way to an address that Mitzi had given me that morning. I had no idea what I would find when I got there or what I might be required to do. All that I knew for certain was that I was driving through the city, naked from the waist down, all on the orders of my 13 year-old student. My god, my god. But I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I need to provide a bit more background. **** Almost from the minute I left Mitzi's apartment after I seduced her that day, I began to feel this overwhelming guilt. Here I was, a respected teacher who had just done a terrible thing to one of my students. It didn't matter that Mitzi seemed to be a willing participant. I was the adult in this situation, and I should have acted accordingly. Driving home, I could still feel the moisture in my cunt, my arousal still fresh in my mind and my body. And, my god, did that sweet little body do something to me! I felt light-headed from everything that had happened. I shook my head to try to bring myself back to my senses, vowing that I could not possibly let anything happen again between Mitzi and me. There was much too much at stake—my career, my marriage, not to mention her adolescent psyche. And, of course, there was my own psyche, which was also pretty screwed up right then. For the rest of the weekend, thoughts of Mitzi kept flitting in and out of my mind. Little images, the sounds, smells, sensations of my time with her kept coming back. And each time my nipples would stiffen and I would feel that moistening between my legs. I wasn't sure how I was going to do it, but on Monday I had to tell Mitzi what a mistake it was for me to do that to her on Saturday. I'd ask her forgiveness, beg her not to tell anyone, and pray that one day I would be able to look back on the incident and say, "What the hell were you thinking?" But when the seventh graders began to file into my class on Monday, I realized it wasn't going to be so easy to maintain my resolve. My eyes searched the faces of the students as they came in and found their seats until I found Mitzi. When she saw me looking at her, she blushed a little and gave me a smile that said she was enjoying the secret that only the two of us knew. At least I prayed that only two of us knew! She was wearing the denim mini that always made me crazy when I saw her in it. She had paired it with a white blouse that buttoned up the front, and I could see through the rather thin material that she was wearing a black demi-bra underneath. Two buttons of the blouse were already undone, displaying a good bit of her tanned chest. She smiled a little wider, as she noticed my reaction to her sexy outfit and took her place in her usual spot in the first row directly in front of my desk. Even though I was shaken at seeing Mitzi for the first time since Saturday, especially wearing an outfit that was so obviously calculated to get my attention, I realized I had a class to teach. So I set about starting a review of some of the things that were going to be on the final exam scheduled for Friday. I was grateful to be able to turn around and write things on the dry erase board because each time I turned away from the class, it gave me the chance to collect myself a bit and try and gain some control. But each time I turned back, there was Mitzi, sitting there in her sexy outfit, with that cute little grin on her face. And to make matters worse each time I turned around, I noticed that her legs were spread just a bit farther apart. It was obvious that she was teasing me, trying to see how I would react. Once, as I was trying to explain a concept from one of the novels I'd assigned, Mitzi casually reached up and unfastened two more buttons on her blouse, allowing me to glimpse some of the ample cleavage that she had developed during the course of the school year. When I saw that, the words caught in my throat, and I had to fake a coughing spell to give me time to recover. But the last straw came when I turned around from the board once more to see that Mitzi had allowed her skirt to ride up nearly to her waist. I could see the boy to her left trying to get a look out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have the angle that I did. He couldn't tell, as I could, that Mitzi was not wearing panties! That was all I could handle, and I told the class to review on their own for the rest of the period and sat at my desk pretending to look through some papers. Of course, what I was really doing was sitting there watching Mitzi, studying her young pussy as she intentionally displayed it for me, remembering what it felt like, tasted like. It was fortunate that I was sitting right then, because my legs were too weak to hold me up. Finally, the bell broke through the quiet hum of the classroom and brought me back from my daydream about Saturday at Mitzi's apartment. The students looked as if they had been ejected from their seats, they were up so quickly, eager to be out of school for the day and onto some fun. But Mitzi didn't move at the sound of the bell. She sat there, legs spread a bit too wide, blouse unbuttoned a bit too far, and waited as the classroom emptied. Finally, she rose casually from her seat and smiled again at me as she began to collect her things. "Mitzi," I said, trying to make my voice sound as teacher-like as possible, "we need to talk. Would you mind staying for just a bit?" "Sure, Mrs. Robertson." She certainly seemed a lot more relaxed about the whole situation than I, and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. After the last student had exited, I turned to Mitzi, again making an attempt at my most professional demeanor. I had a mental argument with myself about whether I should close the classroom door, and decided it would be much better to leave it open. I hoped the open door would minimize the temptation I was feeling. I sat down at my desk, knees demurely together and feet tucked slightly under my chair. I made sure that my full skirt was pulled down as far as it would go, which was just about to my knees. My conservative white blouse was buttoned all the way to my neck. I only wished I'd worn panty hose that morning, just to provide a bit more "insulation," but I had to be content being covered by my conservative cotton panties. Mitzi stood beside my desk and looked at me with that open, eager expression that I had enjoyed so much this year. Her breasts were just about at my eye level as I sat there, an indication of her short stature. She was standing so close that I could smell that fruity aroma that intoxicated me so, particularly because it was mixed with her own natural scent. She was obviously very turned on by displaying herself to me in class the way she had. "Mitzi," I said, trying not to look directly at her. "We need to talk about Saturday." "Oh, yes, Mrs. Robertson, it was just wonderful!" That wasn't the reaction I needed at that moment. "I'm not sure what came over me, but we simply can't let that happen again," I said in my sternest voice. "What do you mean?" she whined, her pretty face clouding up. "I don't want us to stop." "Mitzi, I have to apologize to you for Saturday. I don't know what got into me. I've never done anything like that before...with anyone, let alone with a student." "Wasn't I good enough?" she whispered. Her eyes were filling with tears, and her shoulders slumped just a little. "Oh, no! It's not that at all, dear. It was one of the most wonderful things I've ever experienced." Just as the words flew out of my mouth, I was ready to bite my tongue. I never should have offered that kind of encouragement. "Then if it was so good, we definitely should do it again!" I love the logic of a 13-year old. Everything is so black and white, so simple with them. "It's not that easy, Mitzi. You're a student. I'm a teacher. I have obligations to you...and to your mother. Professional obligations. Besides, I could lose my job and maybe even end up in jail over this." "Don't worry, Mrs. Robertson," she chirped reassuringly, "I'll keep your secret...our secret. I'll never get you in trouble." "That's not the point, Mitzi, although I do appreciate your keeping this just between us. It's just not right." "I don't care, "Mitzi pouted, her luscious lips pursed together into a little frown. "I want it. I want you." And with that, she moved a step closer to me and slowly raised the hem of her denim miniskirt. Higher and higher it went, until her little mound was in full view. "Are you sure you don't want me anymore?" she asked coyly, as she watched me intently, and followed my gaze downward to where it was fixed on her developing womanhood. I stared for a moment at her little mound and my mouth went completely dry. I felt as if I was rooted into my chair. Never taking her eyes from mine, Mitzi began to touch herself, running her hand over her mound before slipping one finger just inside her tight opening. "Stop it, Mitzi!" I almost screamed at her. And then it occurred to me that the last thing I wanted to do was attract the attention of anyone who might be passing my classroom. The halls were deserted of students by now, but there were always other teachers and custodial staff lurking around. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper and glanced nervously at the open door. "Please, Mitzi, this isn't anything to joke around about." "I'm not joking, Mrs. Robertson," she replied. "I don't want us to stop. And I don't think you really do, either." And with that, she reached over and put her hand on my knee. It rested there only a second before she began to slowly slide my skirt upward, My nipples sprang to attention at her touch and little goose bumps formed on my leg when I felt her hand moving lightly up along the inside of my thigh. "Besides, Mrs. Roberson, I didn't get to do anything for you on Saturday. And I really want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." "That's out of the question, Mitzi!" I protested. "Especially here in school." But she didn't seem to hear me, as she continued to slide her hand up farther, pressing forcefully upward when I tried to clamp my thighs together. I was already aroused from watching her display her bare pussy to me for an hour, and the feel of her warm hand so close to my sex was just too much. My heart began to pound at the danger, the stupidity, of what we were doing. But any rational thought was easily overcome by the lust I was feeling for her at that moment. Keeping the one hand in place between my legs, Mitzi reached with her other and pressed it against my breast. Even through the fabric of my bra, I'm sure she could tell how firm and erect my nipple was. Her fingers were tracing over the front panel of my panties, pressing them into me, soaking them with my nectar. She pressed herself closer to my chair and wedged her thighs between my knees and forced them farther and farther apart as she leaned toward me. As she bent down to kiss me, I could see completely inside her barely- buttoned blouse. Her breasts were straining against the half-cups they were resting in and I could clearly see the darker pink of her areolas. Then her face was close to mine and she was kissing me— eagerly, firmly, fully. Her tongue pressed itself inside my mouth and suddenly her hands were all over. My breasts, my pussy, my face. It was as if she was possessed. I didn't see how it was possible to be taken so aggressively but such a small young girl. The thought of what I had unleashed in her scared the hell out of me. She dropped to her knees between my legs and began licking her way from my knees upward along my thighs. But she was not in the mood to tease and take her time. And I didn't want her to. I could feel my climax building the minute she forced her hand between my legs, and I knew that one touch on my bare pussy would probably push me over the edge. Besides, the door to my classroom was still open and I knew that someone could pass by any minute. Fortunately, my desk was in one corner of the room, so it was not in the direct line of sight from the hallway, and by now Mitzi had knelt down to the point that she was nearly concealed under the desk. But it was still frightening to realize that we could be discovered at any moment. But I was not about to stop things right then to get up and close the door. I was simply too close to an amazing orgasm! Mitzi reached up underneath my skirt and grabbed for the waistband of my panties. I lifted my ass from the chair and she pulled them down in one fluid motion. I scooted toward the edge of my chair to give her better access and immediately I felt her tongue on me. She was like an eager puppy, lapping at my dripping box. I'm not sure she even knew where my clit was. But the eagerness of her licks allowed her to find it every few strokes and each time sent an electric shock from the base of my spine, through my nipples and back again to my cunt. Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway! I froze and grabbed Mitzi's head and held it still between my thighs. "You in there, Mrs. Robertson?" It was the custodian! "Yes, it's just me, Mr. Wilson," I croaked. I know my voice had to sound incredibly strange. It didn't help that Mitzi continued to run the tip of her tongue along my crease, despite my best efforts to hold her still. "Are you okay?" "Oh, I'm fine," I lied, "just gathering up a few things before I go home." I was praying he wouldn't stick his head all the way in my room and see the look on my face. I'd be busted for sure. "All right, then, I'll be back to clean in a few minutes when you're gone." "Mr. Wilson, would you mind pushing my door shut?" It was all I could do to get those last few words out. "Sure thing, ma'am." The sound of the closing door was probably the sweetest thing I'd ever heard. I breathed an immense sigh of relief and I felt the strength drain out of my body. Sensing an opening, Mitzi forced her tongue farther inside and began to lap at my inner folds. That was too much. My body exploded. Lights flashed. Every muscle in my body tensed and then went slack as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. The combination of danger, forbidden fruit, and sheer physical sensation combined to make it the most intense orgasm of my entire life. When I finally came down from that incredible climax, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Mitzi sitting there at my feet with her knees tucked under her. Her head was resting against my leg, and she was staring at me with those big brown eyes. She also had a very self- satisfied smile on her face that told me she knew exactly how much I'd enjoyed what she did to me. But the thing that really got to me was that almost her entire face was slick and shiny with my juices. She had buried her pretty face in my pussy and refused to pull away until she made me cum. And the results were there on her face for all to see. I reached down and took her by the shoulders, pulling her upward and toward me. She was standing again, there between my knees, and I took her face in my hands and brought her mouth to mine. "Thank you, Mitzi," I whispered softly and then I kissed her full on the mouth. Kissed her like a lover. Kissed her hungrily. And she returned every one of those kisses. "See," she giggled when I finally released her lips for a few seconds. "I told you we shouldn't stop." "Oh, but Mitzi, we must stop. This just isn't right, and it's going to have an unhappy ending." "Don't worry, Mrs. Robertson, no one will ever know. And don't forget, my mother works all day Saturday. We can have the apartment to ourselves for the whole day." With that, Mitzi smiled that wonderful smile, and turned toward my classroom door. "No, Mitzi, I can't..." But she was already out the door. Either she didn't hear what I'd said, or she chose to ignore me. **** My heart was still racing from the excitement and danger of driving around town with nothing on but my short little top, and my pussy ached with arousal. The quick orgasm I'd managed at that light a little ways back helped some. But my need was growing again as I wondered, dreaded what might lie ahead of me that day. I glanced down at the printed copy of an email between my bare legs—a paper now smeared with the nectar from my arousal—and reread the address that Mitzi had sent me that morning. Thirteen forty-three Mansfield Drive, it read. I was familiar with the area, a nice middle- class neighborhood on the northwest side of town. I ran my fingers through my long, dark hair, trying to brush it back from my face a little. "Shit," I muttered under my breath when I realized that I'd just massaged some of my pussy juice into my hair. As if I didn't smell enough like fucking already. "Well, I guess I'll just smell like a whore until I can get a shower," I thought to myself. I made a left turn at Mansfield and eased my small red compact down the block, looking from one side of the street to the other, trying to locate number 1343. The street was lined by neat yards with a good number of mature trees, some so big that they blocked my view of the house numbers until I was right in front. A few children were playing along the sidewalks, enjoying their freedom from school and the warm weather. But, generally, things were pretty quiet. It was mid-afternoon, and most of the parents were away at work. A lot of the younger kids were inside taking naps. I was glad to see that not too many people were around because my instructions were clear. I had been ordered to park in the driveway of 1343 Mansfield, walk to the front door, ring the bell, and wait. That's all Mitzi told me. To wait. I assumed someone would open the door and be expecting me. But who would it be? Oh yes, and there is that little matter of my being naked from the waist down while I was making my way from the car to the porch. I hoped like hell that whoever was going to open the door would do it quickly. Lost in thought over what I was about to do, I almost passed the house I was looking for and had to slam on the breaks. The tires squealed a little, and I tensed up, hoping that I hadn't called attention to myself. I pulled into the driveway, with my heart about to beat out of my chest. It was time to steel myself for the nearly-nude walk to the front door and for whatever was on the other side. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed two young women, probably babysitters, walking slowly down the sidewalk following three kids riding small bicycles. Two of them were still using training wheels, so they were going quite slowly. I knew I certainly had to let them get well-past before trying to make it to the house. I scooted myself low in the seat, hoping they wouldn't see me sitting there in the driveway and come up to ask if I needed some help or something. I hoped the kids would distract them. As my bottom slid lower in the seat, I left a wet trail of nectar on the soft leather, another reminder of what this afternoon was all about. Even in my state of apprehension, I was still so aroused that I couldn't keep from reaching down and touching myself gently as I waited for the people to pass by. As I waited and played my fingers lightly along my swollen lips, I closed my eyes and thought back to how I got here in the first place. **** I was always exhausted the Saturday after school dismissed for the summer and usually ended up sleeping until noon. But not this day. I'd slept only fitfully Friday night, to the point that Dave finally asked me if there was something bothering me. Of course I said no, and tried to be still, as I lay there thinking about everything that had gone on between Mitzi and me during the past week. I still couldn't believe that I'd first seduced my seventh grade student, then let her seduce me right in my classroom. I was on the verge of committing professional suicide and very possibly getting sent to jail, and all I could think of was how sweet her little cunt tasted when I took her there in her apartment last Saturday, and how eagerly she returned the favor after school the following Monday. My juices began to flow as I lay there and thought about her firm little body and those womanly breasts that she had developed during the nine months she was in my class. And most of all, I thought of how she had urged me to come to her apartment today while her mother was at work. "We can have almost the whole day together," she'd told me, and I could only imagine what we could do to each other in that amount of time. But at the same time, my guilt about the whole thing was getting to be almost unbearable. I had to steel myself and stay away from that girl! I knew nothing good could possibly come from our relationship...except for how good my pussy felt when she lapped at it with her eager young tongue. Little ribbons of light were beginning to filter in though the blinds on our bedroom window, and I had decided I might as well get up so as not to bother Dave's sleep any more. But about that time, he rolled over toward my side of the bed and draped his arm over my stomach. He was rousing a bit and that move usually meant he was going to be "frisky" in the morning. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the arm moved upward and his hand just "happened" to come to rest on my left breast. Still, he was not fully awake, but we had things pretty much on automatic pilot when it came to sex after nearly 15 years of marriage. I was sleeping in a long T shirt and panties and Dave was wearing nothing but his boxers. I glanced over at him, his eyes still closed but with a little half-smile forming on his lips, and it reminded me how much I loved him, and how much I needed to end this...this thing...I was having with Mitzi. And end it quickly. By now, Dave had stopped feigning sleep and opened his eyes and smiled at me. It was a smile that always melted my heart, and I rolled toward him, put my face very close to his and whispered, "Do you know how much I love you, baby?" I followed it up with a big, wet kiss, pressing my lips to his and hungrily thrusting my tongue in his mouth. "Mmmmmmm. What's that all about?" He asked. With us, kissing had become less and less a part of our lovemaking over the years, so that kind of display had to be a bit of a surprise to him. "I just want you," I whispered, "that's all." And with that, I sat up and threw one leg over his waist and sat on my startled husband. In one smooth motion, I peeled the T shirt off and smiled as he reached up and began to massage my breasts with both hands. I leaned forward, resting my hands on either side of his face and dragged my erect nipples slowly over his muscular chest. I always loved the way his fine chest hair tickled them when I did that. I kissed him again and could feel his cock springing to attention behind me. Dave always wakes up at about "half-mast,"and it took practically no time at all for him to get fully erect as a result of my attentions. I reached behind me and slid my hand inside his boxers and ran it along the length of his shaft, up and down, several times. I hadn't been with many men in my life. None since Dave and I married. But in my limited experience, and from some comments I'd heard from some of the other female teachers at school, I felt as though Dave had a pretty nice cock. It was about eight inches long, and thick enough that my fingers could barely reach all the way around it. But this morning, it felt especially big, and especially nice. And I guess what I was doing to it felt pretty nice, too, because I could feel a little precum beginning to ooze from it, and each time I gave it a squeeze, I felt a little jerk in return. Dave was lying on his back with his eyes closed, just enjoying my impromptu hand job. I was already highly aroused from lying in bed all night thinking about Mitzi, and I didn't want, or need, to spend a lot of time on foreplay. I just needed to cum really bad. Turning loose of his cock, I leaned forward again, once more pressing my hard nipples into his chest. "I want to be your whore, baby," I whispered to my startled husband. "I want you to fuck me like the bad girl I am." Now occasionally, Dave and I would play little games with each other. But he was not used to hearing such talk from me. He looked at me with wide eyes, and just lay there as if he didn't know quite what to make of it. "I've been a bad girl," I repeated, my voice now husky with the arousal that was building in me. "Pleaaaaasssse. Fuck me like I deserve." I didn't have to say any more. Dave had the message. He threw me off him and nearly tore his boxers off. His cock was standing stiffly at attention and I could see it throb and pulse with each beat of his heart. And his heart seemed to be beating rather fast by that point. "Get on your hands and knees, whore," he said sternly, "I'm going to fuck your naughty ass." And with that, he yanked down my panties and shoved me into position on all fours in front of him. I felt the head of his cock tracing along my crease, searching for just the right place to part them. And it wasn't long before he found it. Dave grabbed my hips hard as he shoved himself almost all the way in on the very first stroke. I think he was a little surprised at how smoothly his big cock entered me. We usually had to work our way up to it. "So my naughty girl is really wet for me, huh," he chuckled. "Oh, god, yes, baby," I panted back, not letting him know that a good part of that wetness was for my little Mitzi. "Now fuck me!" This time I nearly screamed it. Dave was always good about doing as he was told. And this time was no exception. He began to pound in and out of me with deep, hard strokes. He'd pull his eight inches nearly all the way out, then thrust it as deep as possible. His thrusting was coming faster and faster, his heavy balls slapping my clit each time he bottomed out. But even that wasn't enough stimulation to take care of what I needed that morning. So I slid one hand underneath and began to rub my clit furiously, taking myself higher and higher toward what I knew would be a crushing orgasm. Then I surprised even myself. "Spank me!" I hissed at my startled husband. I'd never asked for that before, never even wanted it. But today was different. Totally taken off guard, Dave paused for just a moment, as if asking an unspoken question. But the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. I wanted him to take me. Take me right then. Harder. Faster. Deeper. "Spank me, goddammit!" I hissed, turning around to see the startled expression on his face. But this time he got the message, and I felt the first smack of his hand on my right buttock. "Harder!" I yelled, reaching down again and tugging at my clit. I didn't have to tell him again. The second blow brought tears to my eyes. And that was just what I needed right then. I wanted, needed to hurt and feel good at the same time. That was the perfect symbolism for my life at that moment. Smack! Another swat, this one on my left cheek. Then another, and another, and another. And each time Dave's hand came down hard on my ass, I could feel his cock pulse inside me. The little spasms were beginning for me, too. Finally, after probably ten hard swats, neither of us could take any more. Dave grabbed my hips again with both hands and began pumping even harder than before. He pushed me forward until I was resting on my elbows, my sore red bottom thrust into the air to meet him each time he buried his hard cock once more. Finally, he made one more deep thrust and just froze. I knew it was time, and I took my clit between two fingers and began to pinch and roll it until I felt this explosion deep at my core that began shooting out to every inch of my body. I felt Dave's cock begin to throb and spasm, just as my cunt began those rolling waves that clutched and milked it. One, two, three, four, times I felt him jerk against my throbbing tunnel, filling me with his hot semen. But it wasn't nearly enough. I was on fire, crazy with lust, and I needed more. So I began to rub my swollen clit as fast as I could and rolled right from my first orgasm into a second that finally caused me to collapse flat on the bed. Spent. Exhausted. With Dave's softening cock still clutched inside me. He was so spent, too, that it was all he could do to keep from crushing me with his 180 pounds. But he managed to prop himself up just enough to keep from flattening me all together. Finally, I felt his shrinking cock slide out, followed very shortly by what felt like a river of our mingled juices. I'm not sure Dave had ever cum like that before, and I knew I hadn't. He rolled over on his side and began rubbing his hands lightly over my tender bottom. His hand felt cool compared with the enflamed flesh there. "God, Susan, what was that about?" he asked, sounding almost worried that something had gone a little haywire with his normally conservative wife. "Mmmmmmmm," was all I could manage in my post-orgasmic bliss. Besides, I didn't think it would be too wise to mention that one of my students had lit the fire that I needed him to put out that morning. "I'm sorry, babe," he said, "but I've got to get a shower and head over to the university to finish my enrollment for summer school. I think maybe we should talk some more." "It's okay," I told him, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't move right now." He laughed as he got up and headed into the bathroom, and I just lay there on my stomach, thinking about what I wanted so badly to do later that day. And trying with all my strength to talk myself out of doing it. But the resolve just wasn't there. I knew I would see Mitzi that day. Knew that I would taste her tender pussy once more. Knew that I would regret it. And I slid my hand slowly underneath my limp body, cupped my sopping pussy until the heel of my hand was pressing my clitoris just right, and brought myself to my third orgasm of the morning. I finally dragged myself out of bed around ten, showered, dressed and started pacing. I walked from one room to another, even out into the back yard, where I hoped the fresh air would bring me to my senses. But no luck. Back in the house, I paused in front of the large mirror hanging in our entryway and just stared at the face reflected there. It was a pretty face, I had to acknowledge. But there was something about the eyes...my eyes. There was an intensity there that I didn't usually see, a sort of burning. If the eyes truly are the window to the soul, it was clear that my need for Mitzi went that deep. The need I saw there scared me so much I had to turn away. But it also convinced me that I might as well quit putting it off. I was going to see Mitzi that day, so I might as well quit stalling and head over to her apartment. When I arrived and rang the bell, Mitzi greeted me at the door with a smile. She didn't seem at all surprised to see me, even though the last thing she heard from me was that we must not see each other any more. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Robertson," she smiled, those dark eyes sparkling at me. "Come on in. I was just chatting online and I need to say goodbye to my friend." I never understood the fascination of Mitzi's generation with sitting in front of a computer hour after hour when they could actually be with REAL people. But there were apparently a lot of things I didn't understand about Mitzi's generation. Or at least about Mitzi. I watched as she walked across the combination living/dining room toward her computer desk on the far wall. I always enjoyed watching her from behind, with her firm rounded hips that swayed so sensuously. Even at her young age, her body just exuded sexuality, and I wondered if she practiced the way she presented herself or whether it was simply in her DNA. She was wearing some loose fitting athletic shorts, made of a red silky fabric. They were very short, too, and with each step they revealed just a hint of the curve of her bottom peeking out from underneath. She had paired them with a white tank top with very thin straps. And that was all. No shoes, obviously no bra from the way her pert young breasts revealed themselves when she was facing me, and I was betting no panties, either. She sat briefly in her computer chair, typed a bit on the keyboard, apparently taking leave of her online friend, then turn to me with a warm smile. "There, that should take care of things, "she said and began to walk back to where I was still standing. She walked up and stood very close and said softly, "I'm really glad you decided to come, Mrs. Robertson." And with that she reached out and took my hand and began leading me over to the sofa. "Wait a minute, Mitzi. Didn't you hear a thing I said that day after class? We just have to stop this." "Don't you want me, Mrs. Robertson?" she said, her voice rising to sound like a little girl's. But I knew she didn't really want an answer to her question. She already knew it. She knew I wanted her...desperately. But she was just teasing, tempting me. She led us over to the couch and plopped down on one end while I sat on the other, watching her and wondering how long I could refrain from taking her in my arms and holding her young body close to me again. She turned sideways to face me and drew one leg underneath her. As she shifted positions, her loose shorts gapped and confirmed my suspicion that she was not wearing panties. That brief glimpse of the soft skin so close to her tight little pussy was more than I could take. My nipples instantly sprang to attention and I could feel the dampness between my legs. "I like it when you look at me like that," Mrs. Robertson. "It makes me feel all tingly." I didn't quite know what to say to that. I didn't really want to admit that it made me tingly, too. After all, I was not the one who was thirteen years old. I just felt like it. Mitzi looked into my eyes and began to caress herself slowly, sensuously. She ran her fingertips lightly over her erect nipples, which were trying to poke their way through her thin white tank top. Almost without thinking, I reached up and began to do the same—mirroring the seductive actions of my 13-year- old student. When she saw me start to caress myself as she was doing, she began to smile, a little mocking smile that seemed to be saying that she could have her way with me anytime she wanted. It must have been that look that snapped me out of my sexually-induced trance. "This is crazy," I thought to myself. "I'm the adult here. I'm the teacher. And here I am letting this seductive little bitch control me like this!" I don't quite understand what happened next, but a sort of fire just washed over me. I felt this crazy jumble of emotions all at once. I was angry, excited, scared...all at the same time. Before I even quite realized it, I reached across the sofa and grabbed Mitzi by her arm and pulled her over to me. "All right, young lady," I nearly shouted at her. "We'll see who's in control here!" Of course, I could physically handle Mitzi with ease. She was barely over five feet and I was more than half a foot taller. I must have outweighed her by 30 pounds or more. And with the rush of emotions I was feeling right then, her little body felt like a rag doll's in my grip. Her mouth was open and her eyes wide as I tightened my grip on her arm even more and dragged her to me. "I'm going to teach you what happens to little sluts," I yelled, "who flaunt their bodies like that!" And with that I turned the astonished Mitzi over my lap and prepared to administer the first spanking I'd ever given anyone. Oh, I had been on the receiving end of numerous spankings from my mom and dad. Both of them had whipped me as I was growing up, and looking back, I had needed it every time. Always over their laps. Always with a bare bottom. With their hands most of the time, but occasionally when I had really been bad, with a belt (dad) or a hairbrush (mom). The last spanking I received was when I was 16 and took the car without permission shortly after I'd received my license. That time, it was dad with the belt, and I'd never forget it. But I had never done anything to approach Mitzi's transgressions. Intentionally not wearing panties to class. Showing off her bare little pussy to the teacher. Acting like the little tramp. Of course, I was loath to acknowledge my own contribution to her behavior because, after all, I was desperately trying to control myself, and she was just egging me on. I pushed my left hand into her back to hold her in place while I reached with my right to pull down her loose shorts. By now, some of her astonishment had been replaced by fear, and Mitzi began to kick her legs, trying to free herself from my grasp. Of course, my superior size and strength allowed me easily to keep her in place over my lap. "Stop it, Mitzi," I hissed at her. "Stop struggling or you're only going to get it worse." Apparently realizing from my harsh tone that I meant business, she stopped kicking and lay quietly over my knees. I could hear little sobs erupting from her throat as the realization of what was about to happen sank in. "All right, Mitzi. You've needed this for a long time. Your mother should have done it a lot more often. Have you ever been spanked?" "N_n_no," she sobbed, the word catching in her throat. "Please don't hurt me, Mrs. Robertson!" She started to struggle a little, and I responded with a hard smack on the right cheek of her firm, rounded ass. "Owwwwww!" she yelled. "Stop it, you bitch!" She tried to reach around with one hand and shield her bottom, but I grabbed her hand and quickly moved it out of the way. And with that, I rained down a half-dozen more hard strokes on Mitzi's bare young bottom, alternating from one cheek to the other until both were pink and warm from my efforts. And despite her struggles, I kept her firmly planted on my lap. "Now, Mitzi, the more you struggle, the worse it's going to be. Each time you struggle, I'm going to give you six extra swats. Now lie still." She lay across my lap, her breaths coming in quick gulps. Her face was red with anger and pain and tears were beginning to trickle down both cheeks. "All right, dear, that's better," I told her soothingly as she ceased her struggling. "You know you've been bad. You know you deserve this, so let's get it over with, shall we?" Mitzi didn't say a word. She just gave out a little whimper and closed her eyes tight in anticipation of what was to come. As she lay there nearly limp across my knees, I realized that this spanking was having an unexpected effect on me. My nipples had grown harder, almost painfully sensitive to the thin fabric of my bra pressing against them. And the moistness between my legs had been transformed to a large wet patch on the front panel of my panties. I could tell by the warmth in my cheeks that my face was flushed and I could imagine what I must look like. But I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. I intended to finish what I'd started. So I went to work again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The swats came one after the other. Hard ones that hurt my hand and that turned Mitzi's ass from a warm pink to a bright red. By the time I had administered the final 12, she was sobbing loudly, but doing her best not to resist, so as not meriting any additional swats. "All right, Mitzi," I said soothingly, "you can get up now." And with that, she slowly climbed off my lap and began that post-spanking dance that I had done so many times myself. She shifted quickly from one foot to the other there in front of me, while she rubbed both hands gently over her tender red ass. Her shorts were still around her ankles, and I noticed as I glanced at her nearly bare pussy that her lips were quite moist. "Now, Mitzi," I said gently, "do you understand who is in charge here now?" She didn't look at me, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor near my feet. But she did nod her head. "All right, that's better. From now on, I will be the one who decides whether, or even if, we have sex. Is that clear?" Another nod. "And when I say 'no,' I mean no. Understood?" "Yes, ma'am." It was the first time she had ever called me ma'am. "Very well. Now come over here, Mitzi." She stepped out of her shorts and walked the few steps back to where I was still sitting on the couch. I extended my arms to her and without a word, she climbed up on my lap and laid her damp cheek against my shoulder. All of the strength seemed to have been drained from her limp little body. I enveloped her in my arms and held her tightly, as I kissed her forehead over and over. I ran my left hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, using my fingertips to caress her lightly. She let out a little contented sigh and shifted her weight slightly, parting her legs just a bit more. As my hand played up and down, I realized that the insides of both thighs were slick with her nectar, and it was clear that on some level at least, she had enjoyed the spanking. Of course, I had, too, even though I didn't want to admit it to myself. It was not really punishment for Mitzi, or an attempt to put her on the right road. It was just another chapter in the twisted little story we were writing together. And with that thought, I slipped one finger into her tight little hole and began to stir her tender folds. "Mmmmmmmm," was all she could manage, as I moved my thumb to her little clit. I pressed, massaged, flicked and stirred...over and over again until Mitzi raised her face to look directly at me. I could see her eyes were asking for more. So I gently lifted her from my lap and sat her on the couch, moving her little bottom near the edge where I could reach her. My tongue moved to her wet opening and began to probe and lick. She made little mewing sounds as I tasted her juices, then pressed the tip of my tongue into her tightness. I inserted my finger once again and took her clit between my lips. She began to buck against my mouth almost immediately and I wrapped my arms around her hips to hold her in place. Her juices oozed out onto my tongue as she came for me. I don't think I had ever tasted anything so sweet. She lay there spent for a long time, panting at the excitement and exertion. I lay crumpled there at her feet, also exhausted from the intense emotions that had been flooding through me ever since arriving at Mitzi's that day. In a minute, I felt something pressing against my shoulders and I opened my eyes to see Mitzi moving over me, encouraging me to lie back. I was only too glad to, and soon, she had moved between my legs, raising my full skirt up around my waist. Not even bothering to slip my soaking panties off, she began to suck on the saturated material. "Oh, Mrs. Robertson," she said, looking up into my eyes, "you taste so good." "Given what we're doing, Mitzi, I think it would be fine for you to call me Susan," I answered with a smile. "Oh, no," she whispered. "I want to call you Mrs. Robertson so we'll both remember how bad this is." And with that, my young lover pulled the crotch of my panties aside, thrust her tongue tight against my swollen clit, and brought me to a thunderous orgasm. **** Thinking back on that Saturday in Mitzi's apartment just fueled my arousal even more. Sitting in my car in a driveway of a house I'd never been to before, I wondered what was in store for me. Slumping low in the seat to hide myself from passersby, I looked at myself. I was naked except for the short little pullover top I had been told to wear. Mitzi had been very specific with her instructions. She apparently liked the idea of my driving across town, flirting with the possibility of getting caught out in public like this. The little bitch! It probably turned her on. I hated to admit it, but it turned me on, too. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the car. 4:30. I had another thirty minutes to kill before ringing the bell at the house and finding out what Mitzi had in store. My heart pounded at the thought of what might be on the other side of that door when I rang the bell. Who would open it and see me like this? Nearly naked. Aroused. Anything but the conservative school teacher that my friends and colleagues had come to know. My cunt was on fire as I thought how sick and perverse this whole thing was. Being ordered around like a sexual slave by some 13-year-old slut. My mind told me I should put a stop to it. But my body loved every minute! I closed my eyes and pictured Mitzi's tight little body again. It was that image that got me in trouble in the first place...tempting me until I took her that first time at her apartment. I could still taste her sweet juices on my tongue. My nectar began to literally drip from my swollen lips. My clit was hard, already fully out from its hood. Three fingers slipped easily inside my gaping slit, and I quickly found my g-spot and began to massage and stimulate it. But the sensations just weren't enough for me in my enflamed state. I looked around the car, desperately seeking something that could satisfy my need to be filled. Nothing. Then I popped open the console and there it was—the flashlight I always kept handy for emergencies. I reached over, took the silver handle and ran my fingers along the cool metal of the shaft. It must have been nearly 12 inches long, with little ribs set close together running the full length. Without even thinking, I grabbed it with both hands and placed the end at my opening. It must have been about twice as big around as my husband's cock, and my fingers wouldn't quite reach all the way around it. As if some unseen force was applying the pressure, the shaft began to sink slowly but surely into my wet tunnel. It stretched me a bit, but in my current state of arousal, my cunt just seemed to open up and swallow it. Before long, three-quarters of the length was buried inside me and little more than the part with the glass lens and bulb was sticking out. I took the ring that secured the lens in place and began to twist, first one way, then the other. The ribbing on the shaft created an amazing sensation on my tender folds, and I heard myself moan softly as I began to settle into a rhythm. Pulling...pushing...twisting...pulling...turning...and so it went as I fucked myself wantonly with the flashlight. **** The email was waiting for me when I got home that Saturday afternoon after the spanking episode with Mitzi. I had been so unsettled by the whole jumble of emotions I'd felt during and after I smacked her firm young ass some two dozen times, I couldn't possibly go straight home. I was in no shape to see Dave and act as if nothing was wrong. So I drove around for probably two hours, time enough I hoped to collect myself. It was after six by the time I got home and Dave greeted me with a worried look. "Jesus, honey, I was worried about you." "It's okay," I lied. "I was just doing a little shopping." And then I caught myself, realizing I had no packages or bags. "Window shopping. At the mall." "How about letting me know next time?" he scolded. "I really am sorry. I just lost track of time." Eager to avoid any further discussion with Dave for the moment, I went into the spare bedroom we use as a home office and turned on the computer. I didn't spend much time at all online, but I did try to check emails nearly every day because I found it to be a good way to communicate with my students and their parents. And with school just out, there was a good possibility that I might have a few loose ends still to deal with. I waited for the computer to initialize, then logged onto email. As I scanned down the names in the inbox, I saw one from "hotmitzi6969." My heart jumped into my throat and my hands got sweaty. The subject was "looks like fun." My hands were shaking as I highlighted the message and opened it. It was from Mitzi all right. "Dear Mrs. Robertson," it read. "I had a lot of fun 2day. Hope u did, 2. I 4got and left my web cam on. Hope u enjoy watching us as much as I did!" It was signed "Your student, Mitzi," followed by a smiley face icon. I honestly thought I was going to throw up. The idea that she might have recorded what went on in her apartment earlier that day scared me to death. It could be the end of my career, my marriage, my life as I currently knew it. Steeling myself to what I was sure I would see, I clicked on the media icon in the attachment and watched numbly as the entire sick scene unfolded before my eyes. There was Mitzi sitting on the couch with me. Me grabbing her and pulling her pants down. The spanking. And of course, all the rest that followed. I couldn't believe the look on my face as I spanked her! It was like watching another person entirely. And then, when she pressed her face between my legs...It was simply too much. I tried to cover my eyes as it played, but I couldn't bear to look away, either. In a few minutes, I came to my senses and quickly deleted Mitzi's email. I never wanted to see the thing again! But I knew that Mitzi still had the file, and I was petrified to think what she might do with it. I turned off the computer, tore off my clothes and jumped into the shower. I scrubbed much too hard, as if I were trying to rid myself of all the remnants of the day. But even after nearly an hour under the steamy spray, I could still smell Mitzi's sweet scent in my nostrils. **** It didn't take long before I found out what Mitzi planned to do with the video. She was going to use it to fuck with my mind. Her next email arrived on Sunday afternoon. It read, "Mom leaves 4 work @ noon Mon. Be here 12:30." This time she signed it, "Hugs, Mitzi," followed by an icon that looked like a little purple devil face. Then there was the P.S. "Wear a dress/no panties." I knew I had no choice but to do what Mitzi said. She didn't threaten to show the video of us to anyone. She didn't have to. We both knew she could do it. And we both knew what would happen. She would be treated as the poor, wronged student. And I would be the soon-to- be registered sex offender. So after a sleepless Sunday night, I saw Dave off to a full day of class at the university, and got myself ready to go over to Mitzi's. I decided to wear the same yellow sundress I'd worn the first time I was with her. It had a full skirt and built in bra, and since I was not supposed to wear panties, all I had to do was slip it over my head, adjust my breasts into the snug top, and I was dressed. I trudged up the steps to Mitzi's apartment at 12:30 sharp. I didn't even have to ring the bell. Mitzi must have been watching for me from her window. She flashed a big smile as she waved me inside. If I hadn't been so apprehensive, I probably would have laughed out loud. There was Mitzi, wearing what was obviously her mother's leather skirt. She apparently had also borrowed a pair of knee-high black boots from her mom's closet. She had paired that with a black tube top that she must have bought before her boobs grew because it was much too tight and pressed her rounded globes almost flat against her chest. But the tightness allowed me to see that her nipples were straining to poke through the stretchy fabric. Her black hair was pulled back tight into a little bun, and she had used black lipstick and eye shadow to emphasize her supposedly menacing appearance. She looked as if she had found some bd/sm site on the web and tried to copy the look using things she could find around her apartment. I started to chuckle just a bit, but stopped when her face clouded with anger and I remembered the video. I also noticed what she was holding in her right hand. It was a wooden brush with a long handle, probably nearly two feet. The head was round and about six inches in diameter. White bristles stood stiffly from the wooden base. It was way too big for a hair brush. It must have been a back brush for people who have trouble washing certain spots without assistance. Despite its benign function, it had a menacing appearance when held by a 13-year-old "domme," who undoubtedly intended to apply it vigorously to my bare ass. "Hello, Mrs. Robertson," Mitzi greeted me. "I'm glad you came over to play today." "Did I really have any choice, dear?" My tone was sarcastic, and it was clear Mitzi didn't like it. "Shut up!" she barked at me, her face stern, eyes burning. I felt my stomach jump at her sudden change in demeanor. I wasn't sure if she was playing a role or if she was really angry. Actually, I wasn't sure about anything any more. "Go over to the end of the couch," she ordered, and I walked slowly over to where I'd sat and paddled her little bottom just two days ago. This time, it looked as if the tables were going to be turned. "Pull up your dress and bend over the arm," she instructed brusquely. I did as she said, and settled my belly against the arm of the sofa. I leaned forward until my elbows were resting on the cushions and my feet were barely touching the floor. Naturally, my bare bottom was thrust well up in the air, just right for what Mitzi had planned. My breaths were beginning to come faster, and I felt myself begin to lubricate. Those little butterflies were taking over my stomach like they always do when I'm in the early stages of arousal. "You liked spanking me the other day, didn't you, Mrs. Robertson? Mitzi cooed. I just lay there quietly, my heart pounding in my chest. "Didn't you!" she screamed. Her tone actually frightened me a little bit, even though I was sure this was all a game to her. Wasn't it? "Yes...I suppose I did," I responded, my voice quivering slightly. "It made you hot, didn't it?" By this time, Mitzi was running the flat side of the wooden brush lightly over my backside. "It made your pussy wet." Then she turned the head of the brush on its edge and ran it up and down my crack, spreading the cheeks just a little with each up and down motion. "Well, I think you're going to like it even more being on the other end." And without further warning, she drew her arm back and brought the flat wooden head of the brush crashing down on my exposed flesh. The impact sounded like a gunshot and literally took my breath away. My eyes filled with tears and my right cheek burned like fire. "Wait just a minute," I demanded, standing up to my full 5-8 and looking down on this little girl who thought she was going to spank my ass. I was angry, at Mitzi for pushing things too far and at myself for allowing it. Startled by the look on my face, Mitzi took one step back, but didn't retreat any farther. She knew she had the ultimate weapon on her side. "Who do you want to see the video first?" she demanded. "Your husband or the principal?" My shoulders slumped at those words. At least it was now out in the open. I was officially being blackmailed. Without another word, I turned back around and lay over the couch once more. "That's better, Mrs. Robertson. I knew you'd enjoy playing like this." And without another word, Mitzi began raining blow after blow down on my tender bottom. The hard surface of the brush alternated from one cheek to the other, the loud cracks echoing throughout the apartment. After the fourth swat, my bottom was on fire! Tears were running down my cheeks and my throat hurt from holding in the sobs that were trying to escape. But Mitzi was far from through. Six...eight...ten. I finally lost count at a dozen. But there were at least five or six more before she finally finished. When I was sure she was through, I started to push myself up by my hands from the couch. I needed to rub my aching bottom, to try and soothe the pain that Mitzi had so eagerly and expertly inflicted. But before I could stand, I heard her again. But her voice was different this time. Much softer. "Stay there, please, "she whispered. And I slumped back down again, my burning ass still in the air. To my surprise, Mitzi began to kiss my stinging bottom all over, very lightly and tenderly. Her warm breath actually felt cool to my burning flesh. Then she began to caress me lightly with her hands, soothing the tender skin, seemingly trying to comfort me. I let out a heavy sigh and relaxed more than at any time since I'd entered the apartment some thirty minutes earlier. I realized that the spanking had indeed aroused me and I allowed that tingling feeling to spread from deep in my belly outward until I could feel the need in every extremity. Just then, Mitzi's hands were replaced with something hard pressing between my cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that she was using the wooden handle of the brush to trace up and down the length of my crack. My juices were practically running down my legs by this time, and each time Mitzi moved the handle lower, she'd slip it just inside my lips and moisten the tip. Then she'd drag the moisture back and use it to lubricate the tender flesh all along my crack. After a half dozen trips like that, my ass was nearly as wet as my pussy, and the handle of the brush glided easily over the slick flesh. Finally, Mitzi paused, with the handle poised against the tight ring of my anus. And she began to push...gently at first, but with increasing pressure. I started to protest, but the only sound that escaped my parted lips was a low moan. Mitzi took that as a sound of approval, and pushed harder still, until finally the rounded end of the handle stretched me far enough to slide through into my most secret place. My little rosebud gripped it tightly and slowed its progress for a few moments. But Mitzi was patient, and when she felt me relax, she began to push once more, this time twisting the handle as she went. The intense pressure literally lifted my feet from the floor and caused my belly to press harder into the arm of the sofa. In turn, it made it harder for me to breathe. I was gasping, panting with arousal, with pain, with shame. I was being sodomized by my middle school student who had just administered the spanking of my life. And I was loving every minute of it! Finally, Mitzi stopped her assault and allowed the handle to rest, probably six inches or so inside my tight tunnel. My walls molded around it, and I could feel the little spasms begin as my orgasm approached. The walls of my pussy were beginning to pulse and contract and started a chain reaction that caused my ring to grip the brush handle even tighter. The sensations began tumbling one over the other, like a boulder rolling down a steep hill. There was absolutely no stopping it. Realizing I was close, Mitzi thrust two fingers inside my dripping cunt and began to massage my spot vigorously. With the other, she twisted the handle in my ass, first one way, then the other. Over and over again until I opened my mouth to scream and found that I didn't even have the strength to do that. My contractions washed over me in waves, engulfing me totally, before receding slightly and claiming me completely once more. Every muscle of my body was taught, and the electric jolts of pleasure exploded from deep in my throbbing cunt, taking possession of my entire body. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was Mitzi's voice. "That's it...that's my good little slut." **** Over the course of the next month or so, Mitzi controlled me almost completely. I couldn't believe that she had consciously learned the art of domination at her young age. It must have come so naturally to her that she instinctively knew what to do. About once a week, she would send me an email with another "assignment," as she liked to call them. They varied in nature, but all of them were designed to expose me potentially to public humiliation, at best, and legal action, at worst. Of course, each and every "assignment" turned me on incredibly. The instructions would arrive by email. And each time I saw a message from "hotmitzi6969," my heart would leap into my throat, my pulse would pound...and my pussy would get wet. The first one called for me to go out to the local mall, sit on a bench near the food court, and touch myself until I climaxed. Of course, Mitzi would come along to watch and enjoy the proceedings. I decided to wear a long, full skirt that day, in order to provide ready access to my pussy, while perhaps providing a little extra material to cover myself. I intentionally dispensed with my panties to make things a bit more accessible. I picked Mitzi up at her apartment and drove to the mall. She was smiling and talking as if we were going on some kind of a field trip, while my legs felt like jelly as I walked through the parking lot toward the mall entrance. Mitzi followed behind so as not to make it appear that we were together. Once inside, I quickly found the bench that she intended for me to use. It was mid-afternoon and the mall was quite busy. I had to wait about 15 minutes for some other shoppers to vacate the bench so I could take my place. I was pleased when I sat down to note that the benched faced away from most of the shoppers who were passing by. I sat there for maybe five minutes, occasionally glancing up to find Mitzi, who was standing near the entrance to and Old Navy store watching me intently. Finally, I took a deep breath and began to slide my left hand along my leg and underneath my skirt. As my hand drifted farther upward, I tugged at my hem to keep as much of myself covered as possible. Of course, anyone watching me closely would be able to tell what I was doing. But, thankfully, most people seemed to be preoccupied with their own pursuits that afternoon. As my hand reached that vee between my thighs, I could already feel the heat radiating from my pussy. I was incredibly turned on and the insides of my thighs were already wet. The first touch of fingers to clit were electric. I had never done anything so blatantly whorish before, and my body was responding eagerly. Not knowing how much time I had before someone noticed me, I glanced up at Mitzi again and began to furiously rub my clit. I was already close, simply from the situation and my initial touches, and I knew it was going to be a big orgasm. I locked my eyes on Mitzi's as my fingers rubbed faster, and I saw her lick her lips as she watched me closely. Just then, another figure crossed into my line of sight. It was a former student whom I remembered having in class a couple of years before. When he first saw me, he smiled in recognition, but as soon as he got a good look at me, his face changed first to puzzlement, then to astonishment. He stood dead in his tracks watching me right along with Mitzi. Well, that was more than enough to push me over the edge. I clamped my thighs tight together as my cunt throbbed and spasmed right there in the mall. Obviously, I had no time to enjoy the afterglow, and as soon as my legs were strong enough, I stood up and headed quickly back to my car. Mitzi was only a minute or so behind. When she climbed into the passenger's seat, she was all giggly. "God, that was hot, Mrs. Robertson!" I just stared at her, wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess. "Did you see Bobby Foster watching you? I thought he was going to wet his pants!" All I could do was put my head in my hands and groan. In another email a few weeks later, Mitzi instructed me to go to the local Christie's Toy Box, a store that features all kinds of adult oriented merchandise. She wanted me to shoplift a dildo of my choice. This was where I tried to draw the line, knowing that getting caught shoplifting, not to mention shoplifting a dildo, would be devastating if I were caught. But Mitzi again played her trump card and reminded me that it wouldn't be any worse than if the wrong people happened to see the video. I couldn't argue with her there, so off I went to Christie's Toy Box to steal something for the first time in my life. I can't describe the mixture of fear and arousal that nearly overcame me when I stepped into that store, which was located in a small strip mall in a not particularly good part of town. The young woman behind the counter glanced up at me then quickly back down at some book she was reading behind the counter. For what seemed the longest time, I wandered around the store, picking up one item after another, pretending to examine it carefully, and replacing it. Mitzi was waiting in the car for me, and I knew she was probably getting impatient. But I couldn't take the chance of rushing this little operation, and she could not come inside because she was not yet 18. I had spotted the dildo I wanted. It was black and shaped in an exact replica of a man's penis. A man with a BIG penis! It must have been 10 inches long and so big I couldn't stretch my fingers all the way around it. I decided I might as well go big if I was going to go at all. Finally, a young couple entered the store and began to shop around like me. They were huddled together giggling each time they picked up one toy or another to examine more closely. In a few minutes, the young man went up to the clerk and asked her a question. I saw them talking back and forth for a minute before the clerk stepped out from behind the counter and headed for the back room. I knew that was my chance and I grabbed the black dildo, stuffed it into the large purse I'd brought just for that purpose. Without looking back, I walked briskly through the door with my prize. My heart was about to come out of my chest from the fear and excitement, and I threw myself into the car and started the engine as quickly as possible. "Let's see it," Mitzi said as I began to pull away, and I reached into my bag and handed the toy to her. She examined it closely through the clear plastic packaging and said, "Pull around behind the store." I looked at her in astonishment, but I could tell by the look on her face she was serious. So I pulled into the alley that ran behind the strip mall and parked in a no parking area in front of a dumpster. It was the only place to be had at that time of day. When we were stopped, Mitzi tore into the packaging, took out the dildo and began to examine it closely. She ran her fingers several times up and down the length of the shaft, as if to trace the outline of all the ridges and folds that had been cast into the toy to make it look (and I suppose feel) more realistic. "Raise up your dress," she ordered, and I hesitantly lifted my hem a little way, still trying to keep myself covered a bit in case someone walked by the car. She reached over and grabbed the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down. Afraid she might rip them, I lifted my hips to help her and worked them the rest of the way down my legs and off. Then Mitzi took my new toy and began to run it along the length of my slit, pressing it inside a bit more each time. The excitement of our little adventure had me so wet that the toy went in easily with just a little pressure on her part. I scooted my bottom toward the edge of the seat and spread my legs as far as I could, while my 13-year-old student began to fuck my pussy with that long black cock. She moved it in and out slowly at first, then gradually picked up the pace. And it wasn't long before she was fucking me as fast as her little hand could move the big, black shaft. I reached down and started rubbing my clit to help things along, and soon my tunnel was gripping the shaft, clenching it, drawing it farther inside as I came right there in my car. Sitting in an alley. Next to a dumpster. What in the hell had happened to me? **** It was this memory that flashed into my mind as I sat in my car in the driveway of 1343 Mansfield Drive and fucked myself with a flashlight. And it was almost as if Mitzi's hands were guiding the metal shaft in and out of me, faster and faster at that moment. I closed my eyes and saw her bright young face sitting in my classroom. Her firm young thighs opening to me. Her bare pussy exposed just for me to see. And I came hard, shoving the flashlight deep inside my cunt as my contractions gripped and massaged the fat metal shaft. Tears of release streamed down my cheeks and I had to put my hand over my mouth to cover the sobs that just poured out. Finally, when I had regained my senses, I realized that the dashboard clock read 4:59, meaning it was now time for me to make my way from the car to the front porch, wearing nothing except a small top that barely covered my breasts. I looked around quickly and saw that the sidewalk was deserted in the vicinity of the house. So I threw open the door and sprinted for the porch. Panting from the dash to the door and the arousal that was beginning to build again, I reached out quickly and rang the doorbell. I heard the chime sound somewhere inside the house, so I knew it was working. But no one seemed to be answering. I danced from one foot to the other as I waited impatiently there on the porch with most of my body on display for anyone who might pass by. I'd never felt such a combination of fear and arousal as I experienced at that moment. Finally, I heard footsteps inside the house, and in just a moment Mitzi pulled the door open and smiled at me. I nearly knocked her to the ground as I rushed past into the entryway. "Hello, Mrs. Robertson," she said brightly. "How was your drive over here?" "Well, it was...different, I guess." It was difficult for me to describe all the emotions that being nearly naked in a semi-public place like that had generated. I decided not to try. "Well, I hope you're ready for a little fun this afternoon." "Do I have a choice?" I asked caustically. "Now, that's not the kind of attitude you need to have today," she scolded. "I promise you'll have a good time if you'll just loosen up a little." She took my hand and led me into the living room. I had just stepped through the door when I froze in my tracks. Sitting there on the sofa was Brian Frazier! Brian Frazier, the head physical education teacher at Kennedy Middle School. Brian Frazier, who thought he was god's gift to all women. Brian Frazier, who was staring admiringly at my body with a huge smile on his face! "All right, Mitzi, what the hell is this all about?" My voice was quiet, but it was clear from the intensity that I was very angry. "What's he doing here?" Brian Frazier had taught at Kennedy for around five years. He and I had never been close, never even been friends. I just didn't much care for him. He was a big macho guy, somewhere around 6-3 and probably weighed over 200 pounds. Brian had most assuredly been an athlete in his day, and still had that athletic build, even though he was a bit softer around the middle. Of course, that happens to almost all men as they movie\ into their 40's. Brian was ruggedly handsome, with black hair that was just beginning to go a little gray around the temples, and dark brown eyes with little laugh lines. His skin was tanned year round, indicating that he must spend a lot of time outdoors every weekend or make frequent trips to the tanning salon. I was certain it was the former. He was actually very easy on the eyes, but his attitude was something else again. Brian and one or two of the other male teachers always seemed to be joking around in the teachers' lounge about this female teacher or that one, making suggestive comments and sometimes leaving my younger and more delicate colleagues upset. Of course, there were other teachers who liked his macho image and openly flirted with him. There were rumors of affairs, but I tried to keep my nose out of that kind of gossip. He had flirted with me on and off since joining the faculty, but I kept my distance. I'd even have to say I gave him the cold shoulder. After a few attempts to talk me into meeting for "coffee" after school, Brian apparently gave up on me and moved on to more promising hunting grounds. "Well, hello there!" Brian beamed when he saw me walk through the door. "You're looking rather...casual...today." He flashed that big smile of his as he looked me slowly up and down, starting at the tips of my toes and making his way slowly upward. He didn't even try to disguise the fact that his eyes locked onto my naked pussy and lingered. It was as if he was trying to memorize every detail. "What the hell is this?" I hissed at Mitzi, trying to keep Brian from hearing. "Oh, Mr. Frazier and I had a lot of fun playing this year," Mitzi explained casually, "and I thought you might enjoy having some fun, too." So the rumors about Mitzi having sex with a teacher were true! I might have known it would be Brian Frazier. "Mitzi told me that you might like...," Brian began. "You shut up," I shot back. "You should know better than this! To get yourself involved in something like this." "If you'll pardon my stating the obvious, I'm not the one standing here with nothing on but a little top that barely covers her breasts," he said sarcastically. "Which, by the way, are quite stunning." I just glared at him, tried to cover my mound with my two hands and turned back to Mitzi. "This is just too much," I told her. "I don't know what you think is going to happen today, but whatever it is, you are wrong! I don't care about that video any more. You can't make me do this!" But Mitzi just smiled that self-satisfied little smile of hers and walked over to where Brian stood smirking. She moved close beside him and put her arm around his waist. The two of them looked so incongruous together— an older man well over six feet tall and a young teen barely over five feet. "Today the rules are different," Mitzi told me as she reached out and started to run her hand lightly over the front of Brian's white tennis shorts. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do." And with that, she reached for his zipper and pulled it slowly down. I started to protest, but just then I saw the bulge. It was growing before my eyes, Brian's cock, that is. And it looked to be a big one from the way it was tenting his shorts. Mitzi just kept running her hand over the outline of it, and I simply could not take my eyes off what she was doing. I began to feel that tingling deep in my belly again, and I knew that Mitzi understood me better than I understood myself. She knew she wouldn't have to force me to do anything that day. She would ALLOW me to do it. Brian was just standing there with this far away look in his eyes, obviously enjoying the attention his straining cock was getting from Mitzi's small fingers. My legs were beginning to quiver in the excitement of the moment and I wanted to locate a place to sit down. But my feet felt rooted to the spot. I watched, transfixed, as Mitzi unbuttoned the waistband of Brian's shorts and let them fall down around his ankles. That left him there in his boxers, which were barely able to contain his rapidly swelling cock. "See anything you like?" she smiled as she continued to outline it with her fingers. Although I couldn't say a word, she obviously knew the answer was yes. Then, just as if she had done it a thousand times, Mitzi deftly hooked her fingers in the waistband of Brian's boxers and began pulling them down. It took a little doing to slip them over his stiff tent pole, but soon enough they, too, were around his ankles and I was staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen in person. It was probably nine or ten inches long, with a big purple head that already had a little precum glistening on it. Brian was obviously enjoying all the attention he was receiving from Mitzi...and me. It was thick, too, and looked even thicker when Mitzi took it in her little hand and began to stroke it slowly up and down. She seemed quite comfortable with the "equipment" and I was certain that she and Brian had done this before. I almost laughed to myself at my guilt about "corrupting" poor, innocent little Mitzi. As it turned out, she was the one who was actually corrupting me. She looked straight at me as she continued to stroke Brian's erection very slowly. And I'm sure she could see in my eyes that I was wishing it was my hand there instead of hers. She motioned for me to come over, and I felt as if I were sleepwalking the few steps to where she had dropped down to her knees in front of Brian's massive tool. I knelt down beside her, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his cock. "Go ahead, touch it," she encouraged. "You know you want to." Nearly panting in anticipation, I tentatively reached out to touch a cock that didn't belong to my husband for the first time in over 15 years. The thing was rock hard and drooling even more by now, as I added my hand near the base of the shaft. Mitzi kept her grip near the head, and there was till room to add another fist if we'd wanted to. But two was just right—Mitzi's little hand and my bigger one, both gripping Brian's thick shaft and slowly pumping it. Up and down we went, our movements perfectly in sync. Our rhythm building, taking hold of us. My breaths seemed to be coming in time with the cadence of our strokes. Instinctively, I reached out with my free hand and cupped Brian's heavy sack in my palm, squeezing and caressing his balls gently to his obvious pleasure. I closed my eyes to drink in all the sensations. I loved the feel of the smooth skin. I traced every ridge with my fingertips and paid special attention to the head, even exploring the little hole. It was warm to the touch, and I could feel it pulse a little each time I lifted and fondled his balls. And the smell of it. It smelled like...man. That musky, almost pungent scent that had been programmed through eons of evolution to prepare the female of the species for breeding. And I was more than prepared as I felt my juices literally dripping from me. I had been so lost in my attention to Brian's wonderful cock that I didn't even realize that Mitzi had moved away from us. When I opened my eyes again, I saw her sitting on the sofa just a few feet away, watching, smiling, and running her hands lightly over her breasts. She had slipped off the little tank top she had been wearing, and as I watched, she pulled off her shorts and sat there naked gazing back at me with that mocking little smile. She had known all along that I would surrender to her...to Brian, and she was going to enjoy the show. I felt just a slight surge of anger at the way she had played me, but I was so into the other feelings that were pulsing through me right then, I quickly forgot it and went back to the task at hand. As Mitzi watched and began to caress her little pussy with one hand and fondle her breasts with the other, I tentatively ran my tongue from the base of Brian's thick shaft, all the way to the tip in one sensuous motion. When I reached the head, I swirled my tongue around the swollen purple knob a few times until I felt the shaft grow a little in my hand, indicating that Brian approved of my technique. I pressed the tip of my tongue firmly into his hole and I could see his legs tense as he let out a low moan. "That's it, baby, suck it. Make daddy feel real gooooooood." If I hadn't been so turned on, I'd have probably burst out laughing. He sounded so macho, so into himself, so...Brian Frazier. But at the moment, he had what I wanted, what I needed. And I was going to have it, even if he was an arrogant ass. I took the shaft as fully inside my mouth as I could. And though my deep throating skills had never been very well-developed, Brian seemed still to approve, as he responded with low growls from deep in his throat. I was tasting his precum by this point and it made me wonder whether I could possibly contain it all when I finally brought him to climax. But I quickly found out that Brian was not going to be content with a blow job, even as much as he seemed to be enjoying it. He reached down and lifted me by the shoulders and stood me up in front of him. He thrust his tongue roughly in my mouth and probed so deep that I was almost to the point of gagging. I just sort of let him do it without responding. Sucking the cock of someone so personally disgusting was one thing. Kissing him back was quite another. "You're a good little cocksucker, Susan," Brian said mockingly. "But now I'm gonna see how you are at the real thing." And with those words he pushed me over to where Mitzi was still playing with herself and bent me unceremoniously over the arm of the couch. "Wait a minute, Brian," I pleaded with him. "I don't want..." "This isn't about what you want," he shot back. And with that he kicked my legs apart and pressed the head of that big cock at the entrance to my defenseless pussy. Suddenly, all these jumbled thoughts started flashing through my head. "This guy's going to fuck me right here. He doesn't care whether I agree or not. Oh god, what about Dave? Jesus, what if he has some disease. What if he gets me pregnant?!" "Goddammit, Brian," I screamed at him, "If you're going to fuck me, at least use a rubber!" "Are you kidding, baby? I want to feel every bit of that sweet pussy of yours." And with that, he shoved his cock in me and buried it to the hilt with one powerful motion. He proceeded to thrust in and out roughly, so much so that my feet were lifted off the floor with each inward stroke. The arm of the sofa was pressing so hard into my stomach that the power of each thrust nearly knocked the breath from me. Each stroke elicited a little grunting sound. I closed my eyes tight as Brian continued his onslaught. But, despite my revulsion at the thought of him taking me bareback, I couldn't ignore the feelings this his huge cock was stirring up. His heavy balls were slapping against my clit with each thrust, and each time he slid nearly out again, his big head dragged over my spot deliciously. The more he fucked me, the more my body began to take over from my intellect. I kept trying to keep myself under control—I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making me cum. But I was losing the battle. I felt it begin with this intense electric jolt that coursed through my swollen clit. From there, the waves began to shoot out in all directions, to the tips of my toes, to my fingertips, and back again to center in the pulsing that was beginning in my cunt. "Fuck me you sonofabitch!" I screamed at him. "Let's see what you've got!" My cries just spurred him on. He pounded me harder and harder. And I hated him at that moment for what he was doing to me, but I never wanted him to stop! "Do it you motherfucker," I hissed. I couldn't believe the words that were just tumbling out of me. It was like 15 years of repression, guilt and desire exploding all over both of us. My cunt contracted hard as the waves of climax swept over me, and my throbbing was too much for Brian, too, as I felt that huge cock of his swell just a little bit more before filling me with his hot seed. The thing pulsed over and over again as he sprayed my insides with his cum. And just like that, it was over. I felt the weight of Brian's body on top of me as his legs went weak from his orgasm. And mine had left me with absolutely no strength to push him away. So I lay there, bent over the arm of the couch, unable to move. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Mitzi looking at me. She had obviously cum along with us because she had this dreamy look in her eyes and her face and chest were flushed with the glow of her orgasm. Seeing her that way reminded me of that first day I took her and made me think about this sick little ride we had been on together. All of a sudden, I felt disgusted with myself, with her, with this whole situation. I summoned up enough strength to throw an elbow into Brian's ribs and force him off my back. As I stood, I could feel the mixture of our juices dripping out of me as it pooled on the floor between my bare feet. "All right, Mitzi, this is the end of it," I announced. "I'm through with these games. You can take your fucking video and shove it up his ass for all I care," I yelled, pressing my index finger into Brian's hairy chest. "It's okay, Mrs. Robertson," she said innocently. "We've had enough fun for now. I think I'm going to play with Mr. Frazier for the rest of the summer." And as Brian turned to Mitzi with a puzzled expression, I pushed my way through the front door and hopped in my car, not even caring whether someone might notice my freshly-fucked state. But as I drove away, Mitzi's last words kept running through my mind. "I'll stop by and see you after class when school starts next month." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 47