Introduction:
She began the evening frigid, She ended the evening an insatiable slut. Arthur opened her up.
'My friend's 43y/o kinky mother part 2.' It is not necessary to read part 1 at all. You may want to read part 2 to get a little background on the characters. But, I don't think that would be necessary as this story stands alone. My 2 previous stories you will find in the 'mature' category. However this story does not feature mature sex so will not be in that category. I think this will appeal to female readers much more than my previous stories – Enjoy.in the story my friend Mike invited an old flame from high school for a night on the town. The old flame agreed, but, said she wanted her best friend to come along too. They were from the middle class, myself and my friend were from the working class. His old flame's friend was feisty and hot-headed, she didn't seem to like being around working class people. But she is the best friend of my friend's ex. That night I would sleep over at my friend's house. So too would the girls. The story continues.
After the conversation I had with Mike's Mum on the phone, which brought her to an incredible orgasm, I was left feeling so aroused, I couldn't think straight. I discreetly adjusted the erection in my pants and made my way back to the bar counter. I handed over the telephone to the bar maid, Who was told by Liz in a call to the bar, that it was my Mother who needed to speak with me 'urgently.'
"Is everything ok?" She asked.
"Yeh. It was Just a domestic incident, between my Mum and my step Dad. Mums fine now," I said. "Thanks for taking the call for me."
I strolled back to the table where Mike, Rachel and Charlotte were all looking at me curiously. They were waiting for me to divulge the drama about my Mum's distressful situation.
"So? What's gone on mate?" Mike asked.
"My Mum and step Dad had another one of their fights. Mum got all wound up and asked me to go home, I talked to her for a little bit, and she chilled. She's fine now," I said nervously, as if being wired to a polygraph machine, straight to Mike's head.
As I sat down Mike began having a rant about what an asshole my step-Father was. That he doesn't deserve somebody like my Mother, etc. We had conversations about this in the past. But this time I could barely look Mike in the eye. I was afraid that if he looked me in the eyes, he would somehow see through my lies, and to the truth of the matter. That, I had just dirty talked his sexy E-cup Mother to an orgasm.
I changed the subject. "Let's not get hung up on that anyway. We're out to have fun. Let's hit the dance floor," I reasoned.
"Agreed," snapped Rachel. "Come on Mike. Let's see those sexy moves of yours. I could do with having a laugh," chuckled Rachel.
We walked up to the disco area of the bar which was upstairs and hit the dance floor. The DJ was blasting out techno music at an almost unbearable volume. The dance floor was rather dark, most of the light being supplied came from the shapes and colours bouncing off the retro mirror ball. Rachel began dancing in front of Mike, grinding her ass against his crotch. Mike obligingly danced likewise, grinding his crotch against her ass. The loved up couple kind of made me and Charlotte feel somewhat awkwardly uncomfortable as we were each dancing solo.
That snobby bitch Charlotte had hurt my feelings with what she said earlier, before that call to Mike's Mum. My mind was playing over what she said to me when I was simply trying to initiate conversation with her: "Look. I don't mean to be rude. But let's get one thing straight. You are NOT having sex with me. Ever! If you so much as even touch me I'll slap you," she asserted. "I'm not one of those cheap bimbo's you pick up. I have standards, and those standards are way above you. Understood?"
Suddenly Charlotte moved close to me. She put her mouth to my ear to talk above the volume of the techno beats. She must have had an attack of conscience, because she said: "I want to apologize about earlier. I'm sorry I spoke to you the way I did, I was out of order. You didn't deserve to be spoken to like that."
"It's ok, don't worry about it, I don't blame you for saying what you said," came my reply into her ear, as I smiled back at Charlotte, before resuming my dance. We danced closer together and the atmosphere between us became more relaxed.
She put her mouth to my ear again: "I know I come across as a snobby bitch sometimes, but I'm quite nice when you get to know me."
And from that moment, Charlotte and I got on well together.
Later, back at the table, Mike and Rachel were in their own world. Me and Charlotte just had general pleasant chit-chat. We were both rather tipsy and comfortable in each other's company. There was no sexual chemistry between Charlotte and I. She made it clear, as did Mike, that I had no chance of any sexual encounter with her. She was an absolutely stunning red head who was well out of my league. I was also a red head and pale skinned. Not exactly the highly attractive and well groomed type that meets Charlotte's standards. Besides, I was too smitten with Mike's 43 year old lustful Mum to really care about trying to fuck Charlotte. It was because of the lack of sexual chemistry that conversation flowed so well between us.
Not long before the end of our night out, Mike brought up the subject of sex. Rachel described how she loves to give blow jobs. She was graphic when detailing her technique. Charlotte, despite being as drunk as the rest of us, looked like a rabbit in the headlights. It was easy to see she was not comfortable with the conversation.
"Is it true, you've never sucked a cock before, or done anything with a guy other than just straight sex? Rumour has it that you're really frigid," laughed Mike to Charlotte.
"Oi! Don't be so cruel," said Rachel, giving Mike a light hearted gentle elbow to his ribs.
Charlotte quipped defensively: "I have class, I don't spread my legs for just anybody, you know. When someone comes along that I feel I want to give my body to, I will. It's my choice. Just because I don't behave like a slut, doesn't mean I'm frigid," she asserted.
I could see that Charlotte was not the type to speak openly about sex and resented being called frigid. What Mike said had upset her, I could see her eyes watered slightly.
After that conversation we all jumped into a taxi and headed to Mike's house. My anticipation for tonight was growing considerably. I was starting to shake with sexual excitement at the thought of being with Liz again tonight.
We entered the house through the side door of the kitchen. And there was Liz washing some dishes in the sink.
"Hey mum, we're back," said Mike as he walked over to give her a peck on the cheek.
"Hi guys. Did you have fun out?" said Liz, as she turned around to face us all. She didn't look directly at me however.
Me, Mike, and the girls all went into the lounge with a cup of coffee each that was made by Liz. Mike and Rachel began kissing and cuddling and Charlotte went to her bag in the spare room to change into her pajamas. I ceased the opportunity and told the love birds I was just popping into the kitchen to put a little more sugar in my coffee. But really I wanted to speak with Liz.
I approached Liz from behind as she was drying the dishes with a tea towel. I put my arm around her waist and said, "hey Liz..."
She gently brushed my arm away and said, "Not now Arthur." She didn't even turn to look at me, and continued drying the dishes like I wasn't there. She was like a different person again. It seemed she'd had a change of heart.
"What's up Liz?" I asked.
Liz turned to me with a melancholic gaze. "I'm sorry Arthur. I've done a lot of thinking over the last couple of hours. I don't think we should have another night like last night again. It's not right, you're my son's best friend and I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you Arthur. Please believe me when I say I meant every word that I said to you last night. My feelings for you won't go away, and you will always be the subject of my sexual fantasies. But we can't have any kind of sexual relationship. It'll only end in tears."
I was so full of hurt from her words. Liz was a different person than the lust fuelled fuck machine she was last night. This was the normal everyday sensible Liz – and what she said was correct, we can't continue having encounters like last night. My heart sank into my stomach. I couldn't stay around her. "Ok Mrs C. I won't bother you again," I sighed, before walking back to the lounge. As I was leaving the kitchen I heard Liz let out a couple of heavy sniffs, the sniffing made it apparent that Liz was crying.. I couldn't look back, I just returned to the lounge.
Back in the lounge Mike and Rachel were locked in embrace, I just sat watching the TV, but not able to concentrate. A few minutes later Liz shouted "Goodnight everybody. You're all welcome to stay. Please don't leave a mess."
"Goodnight Mrs C," shouted Rachel.
"Ok, Me and Rachel are gonna hit the sack now Arthur, I don't think Charlotte is coming back down, you're on your own now mate," Said Mike. Of course, I knew he and Rachel had only one thing on their minds.
"Yeh that's cool with me, I'm gonna crash on the sofa, I need an early night". The fact is I just didn't have the motivation to stay up chatting, My mind was in turmoil over Mike's Mum.
Over 30 minutes had passed and I was lying wide awake on the sofa, not able to shake Liz from my mind.
Then I heard footsteps on the stairs, somebody was coming down. I hoped to God that it was Liz and everything was going to be ok. It wasn't Liz. It was Charlotte. She had her night clothes on. A pair of pink pajama cotton trousers and matching buttoned up pajama top.
"Hey, Arthur. You can't be comfortable down here on this sofa. Why don't you come up to the spare room. You stay there almost every weekend, it doesn't seem right that I should push you out. I know you're a nice guy and you're not going try any funny business with me. As long as you wear something and stick to your side of the bed, then I'm happy to share." Said Charlotte.
Then I had a flashback to the conversation I had with Mike earlier: "Tonight, if you don't manage to lay Charlotte, which let's face it Arthur, You're highly unlikely to. Then you will crash here on the sofa, she can have the spare room. That is of course unless the frigid stunner decides she wants you up there, haha."
"Are you sure you don't mind?" I said.
"Of course not, come on Arthur," she assured.
I followed Charlotte up the stairs, she was walking ahead of me and my eyes were firmly focused on her cute ass as it swayed so femininely just inches from my face. Most men would go to extraordinary lengths to be sharing a bed with this 18 year old stunner. But my mind was obviously on other things.
I took off my trousers and shirt and climbed into bed wearing just boxer shorts and a tee-shirt. Charlotte climbed in the other side where there was a bed side table with a lamp that was on it.
At first we were facing each other. "Thanks Charlotte. You know, I couldn't stand you and you're snobbery before. But tonight I've seen another side to you. You're actually a nice girl at heart," I told Charlotte sincerely.
"Aw, that's sweet of you Arthur, Thank you," she replied. I could see water building in her eyes. Charlotte was beautiful. Envied by women, lusted after by men, intelligent, and from a financially well off family. But despite all this, it was clear that she lacked self esteem. She was not used to people telling her what a nice person she was. What I said had genuinely touched her, made her feel good about herself. Although close to tears, she smiled at me.
"Shall we get some sleep," I said, as I rolled over to face the edge of the bed.
"Sure hun, goodnight," she said, before turning off the bedside lamp.
No sooner did Charlotte turn off the lamp, Than a banging sound started from the room across the hall. Unlike this bed, that myself and Liz had fucked in just last night, the bed in the Mike's room across the hall had a big headboard. The banging was the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall. Mike and Rachel were obviously having sex.
"Someone's having fun," giggled Charlotte. "Good God, that's noisy. Whatever would Mike's mum be thinking, I guess she'd be understanding, she probably has her own needs just like the rest of us."
"Yeh, do you think so?" I said in a sarcastic tone.
The headboard slamming stopped after about 10 minutes, much to my relief.
I just lay there, still unable to sleep after several minutes of silence, my mind was all over the place.
"Arthur," whispered Charlotte.
"Yes," I answered.
"Are you still awake?"
"No, I'm fast asleep," I sarcastically quipped.
"Can I ask you, why do you sleep around so much? You go out every weekend, and often you get laid with a night club bimbo. But where's the romance in your life? When did you last have a girlfriend?" She asked curiously.
"It's just fun, I enjoy sex a lot. I haven't had romance in my life since I left high school? To be honest Charlotte I lack confidence when it comes to forming a relationship." (I didn't tell her of last night's romance with Mike's mum of course – but then, last night could have been pure lust – what I was feeling with Charlotte was different)
"Awww. Well, I felt some romance tonight between us," she said, shocking me.
"What. Seriously? But we only had general chit-chat,"
"But it was nice chat, and I felt like you really wanted to get to know me – not having sexual or romantic intentions caused conversation to flow more smoothly and freely between us." She paused, then said. "I like you Arthur."
"I like you too Charlotte"
Suddenly I felt something. It was like a jolt of electricity that made my body jerk. It was in fact the feel of warm soft fingers inside the front of my boxer shorts. The fingers began gently wanking my shaft. Pulling my foreskin slowly back and forth.
My mind delved even further into turmoil. Here I was so hung up on Liz and with this picture perfect beauty making sexual advances on me.
I turned around to face Charlotte. In turn she turned on the bedside lamp. She lay back facing me, closed her eyes and gently brought her lips to mine and caressed them, before slowly pulling away with my bottom lip between her lips.
"Hey, Charlotte. Are you sure this is what you want?" I whispered.
"Arthur. I have really enjoyed your company tonight. I want to prove I'm not frigid. My desire for love making is as strong as any other girl's."
"You shouldn't make sexual advances on me simply to prove you are not frigid. You don't need to prove anything," I said. "I've got to know you a bit better tonight, and you're a nice girl. You deserve someone better than me. I can never match your high standards."
"Aw. You're so sweet Arthur," she said. "I've known you and Mike since the beginning of high school. I've always thought you were a nice lad. But tonight you've kind of grown on me."
"What? You mean you find me attractive now?" I asked tentatively. "It's funny. Before tonight I hated you're fucking guts," I said laughing.
"Don't be so mean," Said Charlotte with a childish, teasing frown and an extended bottom lip.
She said. "Not so much a physical...well yes, something of a physical attraction I guess..."
"Well I know I'm no Brad Pitt Charlotte. Just be honest, I'm an ugly cunt aren't I?" I said laughing.
"No, don't say that Arthur. There's nothing wrong with the way you look. Besides, there's more to a man than just his looks. The really fit ones are all form and no substance in my opinion," said Charlotte. "Men are usually only interested in one thing when they talk to me. But tonight you were interested in me, not my body. And when you compliment me, it makes me feel special. I'm usually told how sexy I am blah blah, I'm sick of hearing it. But you said I'm a nice person. I like that, it makes me feel wanted."
Charlotte paused for a moment then said: "Sorry, I'm droning on, I'm still a little tipsy."
"Another reason we shouldn't do anything sexual tonight Charlotte. You've had a bit to drink. And it wouldn't be right if I took advantage of you, if alcohol is clouding your judgement," I warned.
Again Charlotte went, "Aw. You're so sweet. But really, I know exactly what I am doing. I'm in complete control of my actions." Again she moved her lips to mine and we kissed, her lips caressed mine in gentle slow movements. There was no tonguing or excess saliva, I didn't want to risk being kinky at all, lest I would put her off. She put her hand over the side of my face as we kissed. I did likewise and ran my fingers through her hair.
I broke off the kiss to speak: "Charlotte can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure. What is it? Charlotte replied.
"I know you resent being called frigid. And I can see you lack a little self esteem. I just wonder is there a relation between the two? Do you lack confidence in performing sexually. Are you afraid of not being able to do it well enough," I asked Charlotte.
Charlotte paused for a moment, then nodded her head. "I think you're right Arthur. I'm afraid because I lack the confidence, and I'm afraid what people will think of me. I don't want to be known as frigid, I resent it. But I'm afraid of being thought of as a slut also. And, what if people laugh at me or spread rumours that I can't perform. There is also more to it though, I just don't exactly know what I'm afraid of," she said openly. "Other than one to one straight sex I haven't performed anything else sexually. If I grew in confidence, I know I can be a little sex kitten," she giggled.
"Was that the first ever time you had stroked a man's cock, when you felt me just now?" I asked.
Charlotte nodded her head. She then put her hand in my boxer shorts and began caressing my balls. It felt wonderful. This was so sensual and gentle. Not like the animalistic session I had with Liz the night before. The more time I spent with Charlotte in this bed, the more I realised my feelings for Liz were more lust than genuine chemistry. But with Charlotte, even though I was nowhere as sexually driven as I was with Liz, I felt we had chemistry and a genuine affection for each other had grown on us that night. I had previously misjudged Charlotte as a middle class snob, who couldn't stand to be seen with us working class people. But she wasn't like that, she had a sensitive and caring side to her. During our chit-chat in the bar earlier that night when there was no apparent sexual chemistry between us, we had learned a lot about each other, and surprisingly had things in common. The lack of sexual interest between us, got us opening ourselves up in areas that are not usually explored by people who are romantically linked.
I said to Charlotte. "your hand feels wonderful around my cock, but how would you feel exchanging it for your mouth."
Charlotte paused, smiled shyly and said. "I'd like to try it."
"Good," I said. I pulled the duvet back and stepped out of bed. I put a pillow on the floor. Then I said, "Come here Charlotte and kneel on this pillow, make sure you are comfortable."
Charlotte put her hair in a ponytail then did just that.
"Ok, are you comfortable there Charlotte," I asked.
"Yes, I'm ready," she said. I saw Charlotte shiver as if cold. But I think the shiver was from the spine tingles you get from sexual excitement. She looked up at me. It was strange from this angle I noticed she wasn't so picture perfect after all. Without her make-up, freckles were visible over her nose, her bottom teeth were slightly crooked. But still, she looked beautiful.
"OK Charlotte, I want you to maintain eye contact with me as you pull down my boxer shorts"
Charlotte, looking up at me grabbed the sides of my boxers and in one swift motion yanked them down. "Easy there" I said. "Now I want you to gently grab a hold of my penis with your fingers and peel back my foreskin. "
She peeled my foreskin back while maintaining her eye contact. "Ok charlotte, please gently put the helmet of my cock on your tongue and then seal your mouth over it." Looking up at me she gently put the tip of my cock in her mouth. "Oh, that's great. Keep your mouth still for me, start sucking it as if through a straw. But gently please Charlotte." Maintaining her eye contact with me, Charlotte started sucking the end of my cock. It began growing rapidly in her mouth. "Ah, look what's happening Charlotte. Magic!" I said. Charlotte giggled, opening her mouth uncontrollably. Saliva leaked from the side of her mouth and dripped on to her pajamas.
Although that night I had seen the sensitive and caring side to Charlotte, her external persona was usually feisty and hot headed. But here she was in her desire to please. But this was not, 'master and servant'. It was not me getting off on having power over her. No. This was the manifestation of an unconscious mutual understanding between us. Here was I, a sexually experienced 19 year old, teaching love making techniques to an eager to learn and feel confident 18 year old. It was an amazing experience for both of us.
"Now, Charlotte. I want you to slowly move your lips down along the length of my cock, as far as is comfortable. Then reverse back to the tip and repeat the process back and forth. Remember nice and slowly. No hands please"
Charlotte moved her lips down my length as requested. She let the cock go as far as her tonsils, when suddenly she gagged, released my cock and coughed saliva. "Easy there," I said. "You ok?"
Charlotte: "Yes, honey I'm fine. whoo"
Me: "You're doing a wonderful job, better than most experienced girls I have met"
Charlotte smiled with delight, and continued to slowly suck my cock. This time, with seemingly heavier concentration. Her head was now facing forward and her eyes were closed. Without me prompting her, her pace gathered speed and her suction gathered strength. This continued for a couple of minutes. I was almost ready to burst.
"You're great at doing this. I can't believe it's your first time," I told her. " Now Charlotte, I'm done with guiding your actions for now. Please, suck my cock any way that pleases you, if you want to use your hands that is fine. I want you to enjoy the experience. Use whatever technique you wish. When I am ready to cum I will let you know so you can prepare yourself. After I have cum, it will be my turn to work on you. Love making is a two way process after all. I want to please you as much as you are pleasing me. What do you say? Would you like me to return the favour to your pussy after this?"
Charlotte smiled, nodded her head rapidly and said. "Absolutely, I can't wait, my pussy is already soaking wet. Having your cock in my mouth has got my so hot and horny, I love it. Look how wet I am," said Charlotte, as she reached her hand down her pajama bottoms and panties and rubbed. She then released the hand from her pussy and held it up. "Look," she said. Her fingers were completely glazed in pussy juice. It looked like she had dipped her hand in golden syrup.
"I like that" I said. "Play with yourself as you suck my cock, I want you to experience as much pleasure as I am having."
Charlotte didn't need telling twice. She spat on my cock then began sucking on it and rubbing her pussy. She was using her hand to wank my cock as she held her lips motionless over it. She did all-sorts of things on my cock. Clearly she had seen this kind of stuff before. Probably from pornographic material. She held my cock against my belly and licked the entire shaft from base to tip while looking up at me. She then put one of my balls in her mouth and sucked, swirling her tongue around it, whilst wanking my cock and maintaining eye contact.
"Charlotte I'm gonna cum baby," I panted. I took hold of my cock and started wanking it vigorously, with the end aimed toward her face. "Give me your hand" I said. I had one hand holding Charlottes hand palm-up, and the other hand pumping my cock. Charlotte had two fingers of her free hand in her pussy hammering away. Her pussy made an audible squishing sound as her fingers frantically worked her tunnel.
"Are your fingers actually in your pussy? So you do masturbate then?" I asked.
"Uh huh," came Charlottes reply.
"I'm gonna cum in your hand now Charlotte," I panted. "You can either taste it or wash it off. Look at me with your tongue out. That's it, you look so hot I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now Charlotte."
Saying that must have stirred something up in Charlotte because she went into her own incredible climax. "Oh baby. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Awwww I'm cumming. Huhh huhh huhhhhh...."
The sight of Charlottes orgasm sent a jolt through my groin. As Charlotte was decelerating from her climax I exploded several ropes of cum into her hand. "Oh, wow! Charlotte look at the cum, I'm shooting right into your hand. Watch. Huhh, huhh....."
After a moment of Charlotte and I panting. I said to Charlotte, who still had her palm up full of my semen, "Now, despite what you may see in all of those porno's or read in them sex stories. Not all women relish the taste of cum. In fact most women detest the taste of cum. Some women do find it a turn on, (Liz being one of them of course) not because of the taste, but because of the fact that a male organ is ejaculating into their mouth it can be very arousing to some women. But I think most aren't really into it. If you're curious,why don't you give it a taste. Just like they do in all those porno's? See what you think. Just give it a little lick. You won't know unless you try," I said.
Charlotte lifted the hand with the cum pond in it up to her nose and gave it a sniff, "eeeuww, that smells horrid," she squirmed.
"That's fine, just wash it off babe. It's not to everyone's taste," I said.
Charlotte paused for a moment, then gave the cum pool a rapid flick with her tongue. Rather like a cat to a water bowl. It looked quite amusing and cute. Then the expression on her face was one of uncertainty. After another brief paused she then slurped some of it into her mouth. Suddenly her eyes squinted and her mouth screwed up.
"errr. Yuk," she cried. She dashed to the bathroom to wash her mouth out and clean the cum off her hand. I couldn't help but let out a giggle.
Charlotte returned to the room a few minutes later.
Me: "Are you ok?
Charlotte: "Yeh, that stuff is wretched."
Me: "Well at least now you know what it tastes like. First time for every thing. I'll know where not to aim my ejaculation in the future," I giggled. "Come here."
Charlotte joined me standing at the end of the bed. I held her face in both of my hands and kissed her briefly, then said, "Charlotte, you were absolutely wonderful, that was one of the best blow jobs I have ever had, and it was only your first time. You have nothing to worry about not satisfying a man, you are perfectly fine. You perform incredibly. You should be really confident about your ability. Don't worry about people thinking you are a slut. It's not true. There is nothing wrong with enjoying the art of love making, foreplay, and desiring to please. It's perfectly natural. As long as you don't sleep with multiple partners or go around talking about it all time, It's perfectly fine. To indulge in as much sexual activity that fulfils your lust is natural. You should never shy away from your sexual needs."
Charlotte started crying. It was as if what I had said to her had caused a damn to burst open in her heart. A damn of pent-up emotion that blocked the flow of confidence that crippled her self-esteem, and belief in her ability to perform sexually. She was no longer the 'frigid' girl that she resented being called. She gained her confidence.
I kissed her again. This time I slipped my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around. She responded by gripping the back of my neck, pushing my face harder into hers, then her tongue entered my mouth. As we were deep French kissing I began unbuttoning her pajama top. I peeled the top off her shoulders and with one hand I unfastened her bra. Her bra fell onto the floor and Charlotte covered her breasts with her arm.
"Hey, don't be shy," I said, as I pulled her arm away from her breasts. They looked magnificent. Pert with pink nipples.
"These are so fucking sexy. Do you mind if I ask what size bra you wear," I asked in awe.
"34B," was her response.
We kissed again. I cupped her left breast in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing Charlotte to start breathing heavily. I lightly pinched the nipple and began shaking it making her whole breast wobble like Jelly. This caused Charlotte to groan into my mouth as our tongues were dancing.
I broke the kiss and began kissing and fondling her breasts. Squeezing them and moving my mouth from nipple to nipple as I sucked and nipped at the pink buds, causing them to become amazingly erect.
"Oh wow, that feels wonderful Arthur," she panted.
I dropped to my knees. I grabbed the sides of her pajama bottoms and panties and slowly slid them down her legs. I noticed at close inspection that her stomach wasn't as flat as I imagined it would be. Her belly bumped out just slightly. Funny how one notices these imperfections when something is looked at closely. It felt good seeing her physical flaws though. She was stunning and normally someone who looked this beautiful would be considered to be well out of my league. Seeing she had freckles, slight crookedness in her bottom teeth and not a perfectly flat stomach made me appreciate her even more, she seemed more like a normal girl and not a picture perfect stunner.
I stood back up and guided her left foot onto the edge of the bed while she was still standing on her right foot, so that her wet pussy would be exposed. We kissed again and I inserted a finger into her moist hole. She groaned with lust. I inserted another and began pounding away at her pussy as we were in a kissing frenzy. As I picked up speed, Charlotte's light panting turned to groans. I again gave attention to her breasts, from one to the other. "Oh, yes, yes, thats it. Just like that," she panted.
I got Charlotte to turn around and open her legs staying stood up. I entered two fingers again.
"Charlottte, close your legs with my hand between them and my fingers in your hole," I said.
Charlotte closed her legs. I was kneeling behind her with my face an inch or two from her ass and two of my fingers in her wet pussy.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Awww baby. Fuck. That feels a bit tight and incredible," came her euphoric reply, as she arched her back.
"Is your asshole clean," I asked.
"Of course I'm very clean. Why?" She asked.
"Have you ever had anything up here?" I asked, fully expecting her to say no.
"Only my finger," came her shocking reply.
"What!? I shouted, taking a verbal double-take.
"When I masturbate with my dildo, I put lube over my asshole and stick my finger in. I love wriggling it around in there whilst I'm fucking my pussy. Hey don't you dare tell anyone about it. Please Arthur," she said.
"Of course not Charlotte. It's just between us," I promised.
With my free hand I spread one of her buttocks. I saw her pink hole was nice and clean. I quickly dove in and started licking her pink asshole whilst fingering her pussy.
"Ahee, hehe, ahaha, oooh ah ha – It tickles," she said.
I sunk my face further and applied more pressure. This caused the tickling sensation to stop.
"Oh wow, I thought rimming was kinda weird. But actually it feels quite nice," she affirmed.
After a few minutes of this I got Charlotte to lay on her back on the bed.
"Do you like what I'm doing Charlotte? Tonight is all about you. I won't you to have an unforgettable sensual experience."
"Arthur. I have no words to describe how you are making me feel tonight. I have never had an experience like this ever in my life. I want this night to last forever."
We kissed again. I made a gun shape with my fingers and inserted them into her pussy. With my thumb I was rubbing her clit, whilst my two fingers were rubbing the G-spot on the upper wall of her love tunnel. Meanwhile I was fondling, sucking biting her breasts, quite roughly now. But not so rough as to cause her much pain. I saw her expression. She had her eyes closed and was in ecstasy.
"Cum for me Charlotte," I said. "Cum all over my fingers."
Charlotte grabbed the back of my neck and locked her lips on mine. Her pussy squeezed my fingers with vigor. She came, "huh, huh. Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm. Ohhhhh wow.
We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, then, Charlotte said." I want you to fuck me now Arthur. I want to feel your rock hard cock in my pussy."
I lay on top of her with my cock in my hand. "Guide me in" I said.
She took a hold of my cock and put it into the entrance of her sopping wet pussy. In one quick thrust I inserted my cock until my pubic bone hit her pussy lips. Charlotte let out a loud groan that I was sure Liz would have heard from the next room. I held my cock in that position and didn't move as I deep kissed her.
"Please fuck me," she said and began slowly thrusting her hips back and forth. I obliged and we thrust in unison. Our lips were locked as we gathered pace. Charlotte locked her arms and legs over the back of my body and dug her fingernails in. If I wasn't in such sexual euphoria, I would have yelped in pain.
After a few minutes, Charlotte said, "Let's change position. I want to ride your cock baby." I lay on my back as Charlotte mounted my cock. She began riding slowly and gently, but deeply. I had my eyes closed as I was in sexual heaven. Charlotte said, "open your eyes and look at me Arthur." I did as commanded. Charlotte's nose was just a couple of inches from mine and she was looking into my eyes breathing heavily, her mouth was agape and she was clearly in ecstasy. In my haze I closed my eyes again. Charlotte grabbed my hair, pulling my head slightly off the pillow them slamming it down again, "I said look at me." I did just that. She wanted us to look into each others faces as we were fucking. "Oh Arthur I have never felt like this in my life," she said. Charlotte then took my hand, sucked on my middle finger and guided it to her asshole. "Stick it in!" She demanded. I inserted my finger, and she screamed with lust. Charlotte then began riding me hard and fast. I inserted a second finger. "OHHH FUCK. YES. FINGER MY ASSHOLE BABY, AWW THATS'S INCREDIBLE. HUH HUH HUHHHH, I'M CUMMIIIIIIING!" Charlotte reached her third orgasm. And collapsed, panting on my body. I was ready to burst myself. I turned her over, pulled out and aimed my cock at her face. "I'd close my mouth if I were you babe, you're about to get a face full of cum." I warned. I let out rope after rope of cum all over Charlottes face as she kept her mouth firmly closed. With her face full of cum, Charlotte then took the end of my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. At first she pulled a face of repulsion as she detested the taste. Then she smiled at me and continued sucking the end. The rest of the cum she cleaned off with a tissue.
We both showered together and fucked one more time whilst in the shower. When we got back to bed, we kissed and cuddled and had a nice chat. Tonight was just the beginning.......
THE END.
Introduction:
Geeky pupil turns the tables on his sexy young teacher.
Chloe Hunt felt the bitter shaft of sunlight pierce the curtains and run lengthways down her naked body, illuminating the thatch of golden hair at her middle. The bed sheets discarded some time during a night of unbridled passion, her body was glazed in a film of sweat and heated by desire. Opening one eye, she regarded lover Jack Willis wrestling on a sock in readiness for the day ahead, a small smile forming on her lips as she recalled the previous night's lovemaking.
Twelve years her senior, Jack was without doubt the most considerate lover Chloe had ever had the pleasure to know, in stark contrast to the previous men in her life who seemed only to have their own interests at heart. In some ways Jack was a little too considerate, a real gentleman, but it was a minor complaint. Right at that moment, Chloe could hardly be happier.
A lingering kiss was followed by a promise to see her again that evening, her lover's exit leaving Chloe to hug the pillow as she battled the urge to go back to sleep. Forcing herself up from the sanctuary of the bed, the schoolteacher who'd turned twenty-three earlier that week tiptoed to the shower, turning the dial to cold. Her oversized nipples swelled instantly as the chilled water lashed at her shapely body. Administering a layer of fluffy white soap she cupped the pert yet cute breasts, the early morning ablutions brought an all round rosy glow.
Bending to wring the water from a shoulder length mane of blonde tresses, Chloe dried herself all over before perching on the edge of the bath. Extending a shapely slender leg, she began to paint each toenail a shade of devil red. Sandal wearing weather, she wanted to accentuate her cute little feet with a dab of colour.
Returning to the bedroom, the pretty blonde fumbled in the drawer, locating a set of underwear to match her nails. Whilst climbing into the lacy red panties and hooking the bra up over her beautiful little breasts, Chloe heard the rattle of the milkfloat in the road outside, suddenly craving a nice refreshing cup of tea. She ought really to put on a dressing gown to fetch in the milk, but the garment was nowhere to be seen, carelessly discarded prior to the previous night's lovemaking. Oh well, she'd only be out on the step for a mere second. Yet how she'd live to regret that hasty decision.
Early still, the coast was clear for the daring reconnaissance. As she reached for the bottle, next door's cat leapt across the fence, swirling lovingly at her ankles, pushing itself up against her. As she knelt to stroke the purring kitty, the door slipped momentarily from her hand. "There's a good little puddy cat," she cooed.
It was then that the door creaked painfully behind. Gaining momentum and slamming shut before there was time to react, Chloe was trapped outside in just her skimpy red underwear. "Oh shit," cursed the pretty schoolteacher, the throwaway expletive totally out-of-character from the normally sweet young thing.
Rarely heard to swear, even in extremes, she couldn't contain herself, repeating the curse. For this was extreme: she was locked outside and fully exposed to anyone that happened to be passing by.
And the first person that happened to pass by was her next door neighbour's son and one of Chloe's students, the borderline geeky and somewhat creepy Kevin Manning. At sixteen he was a mere seven years her junior, yet it seemed like a gulf of generations. "Miss Hunt!" he exclaimed, firing a shocked expression over the fence.
"Kevin," Chloe responded, wrapping her arms around her body protectively, pretty face blushing a violent crimson to match her underwear and toenails. "Um I seem to have been rather stupid and managed to lock myself out."
Kevin took a moment to look his teacher up and down, leering unsubtly. "Yes, you have been a bit stupid, haven't you miss."
Chloe's face clouded with indignance, though she was in no position to censure his insolence. She decided to play to stereotype. "Haven't I just, dumb blonde that I am?" she concurred, trying to make light of the situation.
At that moment, Chloe heard other footsteps approaching and, fearful the whole world might witness her predicament, she cowered in the shadows of the porch, never so embarrassed in her life. "Oh Kevin, what am I going to do?" she bleated, realising that the backdoor was still locked and the only open windows were high up.
Kevin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before pulling out his mobile phone. Yesssssss, that was it - call the fire brigade, Chloe thought. They'd help her. Nooooooo - all those big strong men would see the respectable schoolteacher in her underwear. She'd never live it down. However, calling for help was the furthest thing from Kevin's evil mind. Instead of telephoning, he held up the cameraphone before his face, squinting before taking a perfect photograph of his semi-naked teacher. "Oh God, Kevin, no..."
And with that he went on his way to school without a word, just a grin on his nerdy face.
Chloe felt the tears well up in her eyes. Looking around hopelessly, there was only one thing for it. Picking up a slab of rock from the garden, Chloe turned her face and smashed the glass in the front door. Reaching through, careful to avoid the raised shards, she let herself in before anyone else had a chance to humiliate her.
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It was gone ten o'clock before the glazier finished the job and the red-faced schoolteacher was able to get away, her first lesson missed. With ten minutes spare to the next, she managed to track down Kevin Manning for a quiet word. Unfortunately, for once in his life the boy was surrounded. A horrible thought crossed her mind: perhaps her picture was already in the public domain. Not really sure what to say or do, she asked for a word in private. The other boys issued a childish chorus of "oooooh", causing the demure young teacher to blush virulently.
Out of earshot and battling to retain her dignity, Chloe whispered: "Kevin...that, um, that photo you took this morning...that was intended as a joke, right?"
The schoolboy pursed his lips quizzically. "A joke, miss?"
"You'll delete it, right?"
"Delete it, miss? Why would I do that? It's a very nice photo..."
Chloe's heart fluttered. "Yes, but in the wrong hands..."
Kevin's lip curled upward wickedly. "Oh you're concerned I might...share it."
Chloe sniffed miserably, her early good mood having evaporated entirely. "Yes."
"Well, your secret's safe with me, miss."
That wasn't what she wanted to hear. Quite frankly that picture was like gold dust in this environment. It made her sick imagining hordes of teenaged boys masturbating over her partially clad image. And the wider ramifications didn't even bear thinking about. Desperation began to take hold as she sweated around the breasts and armpits. "Kevin, please, I'm begging you to delete it."
Kevin smiled knowingly, leaning in to her ear, a hand resting on his teacher's hip. "Tell you what miss, I'll think about it."
Chloe shivered as she felt his hand slide around to cup the left cheek of her bum. He squeezed until she pulled away with a gasp, her cheeks maroon. The schoolboy merely issued a wink, clearly revelling in the sense of advantage he held. It was then that it truly dawned upon Chloe that she was in bother, a great deal of bother.
Only one thing for it, she had to get that phone at all costs, and sooner rather than later. Still early in the day, chances were he hadn't passed it on to his friends, not that he had any. And Chloe could see why now. He was an evil and manipulative little nerd who just happened to lived next door. She had to get that damned phone before he wrecked her career, and perhaps her life. She could feel the tears welling up again, but had to be strong.
Clearing her head with a black coffee, after a little investigation, she established her nemesis had Games next. Hopefully that meant his jacket would be left unattended in the changing room, a plan beginning to form. If Chloe timed it right she could sneak in, nab the phone and destroy the evidence during the lesson. Without the photo Kevin had nothing against her. Heart thumping hard against her left breast, she looked at the clock on the wall for direction.
It was hardly professional but she had to leave her class of third formers to their own devices half way through their lesson, sprinting across school. As she crept inside the boys' changing room furtively, the stench of sweaty shoes invaded her nostrils. Little time to hang around and risk being caught, the desperate teacher moved from peg to peg, searching for her tormentor's jacket. A triumphant "yes" escaped her lips as the task was simplified when she espied his nametag sewn into the inner sleeve. What a nerd! Wresting the mobile phone from the pocket, she clenched her tiny fist in triumph.
Safely back outside, she dropped the phone to the concrete, spiking her heel into the glass face, before stamping up and down with the sole. Soon she'd wrecked the thing, broken it into pieces. "So you think you can get the better of me, huh Kevin Manning," she said under her breath.
Her joy was short-lived as, upon re-entering the classroom she was met by the headmaster. Ushering her outside, he thundered: "What is the meaning of leaving your class unattended, Miss Hunt?"
Chloe's bottom lip started to quiver. "Um, I'm...something came up...I...sorry"
"See me in my office after class."
Chloe bowed her head in shame. "Yes headmaster."
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Chloe wandered into the headmaster's reception and was told to take a seat. A few minutes later her nemesis Kevin Manning showed up. Boldly she looked him straight in the eye, met with a counter sneer. She knew that he knew, but where was his proof? "I want to report my mobile phone stolen," he announced to the secretary, a sideways glance toward Chloe making her shuffle just a little uncomfortably.
At that moment the teacher was summoned away, the subsequent grilling from the headmaster leaving her teary-eyed yet relieved that it had been worth it. Her revealing picture had been destroyed and would remain nothing more than a figment of Kevin Manning's imagination. As a consequence, Chloe ambled down the corridor to the staffroom in renewed spirits. All that was left was to work out how to get even with the little geek. It was then that her breath was taken away as she was accosted from behind and dragged into a nearby storeroom. "Get your hands off me," she protested to the mystery assailant.
Kevin pushed her back, foaming at the mouth and incandescent with rage. Yet it was Chloe that fired the first shot, voice quivering discernibly. "You are in so much trouble, Kevin Manning."
The schoolboy offered a look of disdain. "You think stealing my phone is the end of this, you stupid bitch?"
Chloe wrinkled her nose, before snapping: "Don't you dare talk to me in that manner. I can and will make your life a misery."
"Oh can you now, Miss Hunt? Or should I call you Miss Cunt, you stupid, stupid bitch?"
Chloe was taken aback at the depth of his vitriol, at the harsh words he used. Yet she stood her ground, determined not to let some nerdy schoolboy get the better of her. Nothing would give her greater pleasure than to help get him expelled. "Make the most of your last day at this school, Kevin."
Chloe turned away towards the door. In turn Kevin moved to block the way. He was no athlete but still towered six inches above the petite teacher. "Move!" she ordered, still just about in control of her emotions though her heart was racing. "You didn't think that I'd take precautions?" he whispered.
Chloe exhaled deeply. Precautions, what did he mean?
"Oh, Miss Hunt – stop acting like the blonde bimbo."
Chloe's mouth fell agape. "How dare you...?"
Before the sentence could be completed, Chloe felt Kevin's fingers grip her cheeks around the mouth, clamping it tight. "I forwarded your photo to my laptop, just in case."
Chloe's heart fell, her eyes moistening. She felt sick. All that risk and he was one, if not two, steps ahead of her. "So if you think this is over, Miss Cunt..."
Thankfully the bell came to Chloe's rescue, her schoolboy tormentor issuing a chilling prescient: "I'll deal with you later."
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Chloe followed out of the storeroom, dusting herself down and trying to recompose. This was now as serious as hell. She really had incurred the unhinged boy's wrath and he was likely to do anything. The next lesson went by in a blur, her head spinning. What could she possibly do to stop the ordeal?
---
Post-lesson and, with lunchtime's welcome arrival, Chloe was relieved to get away from the school. Walking home to where all of this had begun with the inadvertent exposure on the doorstep that morning, she wasn't sure what to do but knew she had to do something. A ring on the doorbell of Kevin's house and a furtive look past the blinds through the front window seemed to suggest no one was home.
Heading around the back, out of sight of the road, Chloe searched for an open window. Bingo! There was one half open above the kitchen door, designed to be moved up and down, guillotine-like. It would be a tight squeeze but she was of a slender frame and could shimmy through. Heaving herself up, Chloe clung to the window frame for support, belly pressed to the cold glass. Pushing upward, her arms, head and shoulders found a way inside. Using all her reserves of strength, the desperate teacher eased in up to the waist, just legs and bum left on the outside, almost there. "Damn you Kevin Manning for putting me through all this," she cursed beneath her breath.
It was then, just as she was about to congratulate herself on a job well done, that the window started to creak. All of a sudden it eased away from its holding, descending the few inches to pin her spine like a mouse in a trap. "Oh my God," she puffed, legs kicking wildly stil outside, struggling to no avail.
With her back clamped in this manner, there was no way in and definitely no way back out. Each wriggle merely strained her stomach muscles and was as painful as hell. As the realisation dawned, Chloe began to cry hollow, desperate tears. How could she have been so stupid? What on earth had she been thinking? This whole sorry situation was fast becoming her worst nightmare.
A couple of minutes elapsed in silent contemplation before the stillness was finally broken. "Oh so predictable, miss," rang out a familiar voice from behind.
"Kevin? Oh Kevin, help me out please."
"What exactly are you doing, Miss Cunt...Miss Stupid Cunt?"
Chloe began to hyperventilate. "I was, um..."
Kevin snorted. "You were trying to break in to steal my laptop, weren't you, just like you stole my phone?"
Chloe said nothing, little more than a barely audible whimper coming from her lips.
"Trying to break into my parent's house was a really dumb thing to do. God, you really are a brainless bimbo, aren't you."
Chloe could offer little defence.
"Look up to your left, miss."
Chloe obeyed, craning as far as her neck would allow. Up in the corner was a CCTV camera, its lens pointing straight back accusingly. The pretty schoolteacher gasped in surprise.
"My dad's very security conscious and with good reason, it seems. Who'd have thought, Miss Cunt a burglar?"
"Please help me, Kevin," she pleaded helplessly.
"You do need help, miss, more perhaps than you realise. You see my dad will check the tape tonight when he gets home from work, and I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when he finds out."
"Oh God, Kevin, no..."
"At best I reckon you'll lose your job, at worst, who knows? The police will almost certainly have to be called. But then again my dad might just take matters into his own hands..."
Chloe drew a breath. Unlike his geeky son, Frank Manning was a most intimidating man, more brawn than brain. How he'd fathered Kevin, God alone knew. One trait they did share, however, was a real creepiness. "You won't let that happen, will you Kevin? Please."
"That depends, miss."
"Depends...depends on what...?"
Kevin paused momentarily. "On whether you agree to do everything I tell you to from this point forward."
Thrashing hopelessly from side and bemoaning her preducament, Chloe whined: "Oh, no way Kevin, there's no way in the world..."
"Well you're not exactly in the best position to negotiate right now, are you miss?"
Chloe whispered a forlorn-sounding "no".
Kevin continued: "In which case, you do everything I tell you. You'll have lived here long enough to notice that the workers in the office opposite the house use the cut through at the side of the house to get to the pub. It's their lunchtime any time now. All they've got to do is glance over the wall and they'll see your arse hanging out the window."
Chloe sniffed, yelping as, as if to accentuate the point, the schoolboy slapped the overhanging butt. The schoolboy chuckled in twisted pleasure.
Chloe knew that there were parents of some of her kids in that office. It didn't bear thinking about how she could explain her way out of this mess. The sad yet inevitable facts was that she needed Kevin's help - badly. "Please Kevin, help me out of here, I'm begging you."
Unable to see behind, Chloe waited, breath held. Kevin seemed in no hurry to act, clearly savouring every anxious moment. The captive schoolteacher trembled as finally something happened, his clammy hand moving to stroke the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. At the same time he lifted her skirt, folding it at the hips to expose a shapely backside. Chloe's pleas turned to desperation. "Kevin, no..."
To no avail, she shivered as the lacy scarlet panties were loosened at the hips, drawn down over a pair of delectable thighs, past the knees, down her calves and manoeuvred deftly over her sandals. Breath racing, Chloe felt the warm summer air brush against her exposed skin and pussy. "Mmm, you wear the colour knickers of a dirty whore," Kevin commented, before going silent.
A full minute passed.
"Kevin?"
From behind her, Chloe heard the unmistakeable sound of a zip being drawn down and a little grunt of pleasure fall from her tormentor's lips. "Oh God, Kevin, what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm wanking myself in your slut panties, Miss Cunt. Oh fuck, yesssss."
Chloe's face contorted, though she couldn't see and was frankly glad of the fact. He was sicker than she'd ever imagined.
"Oh yes, oh fuck yesssssss..." Kevin mouthed hoarsely as he beat his meat.
Evidently no marathon man, the schoolboy came in under a minute, his orgasm marked by a grunt of approval.
Unsure what to expect next, Chloe flinched as she felt the panties back at her ankles, then smoothed up her shapely legs. She felt Kevin's dewy deposit smear the tops of her thighs and rub against her pussy as they were fitted in place. The schoolboy wasted no opportunity to grind his grubby fingers into the moist crotch, pressing the lacy material and the remnants of his seed inside Chloe's soft malleable pussy. He worked the eager digits back and forth for thirty seconds. "Ohhhhhhh," Chloe groaned, battling not to let his actions turn her on.
But she was highly sexed and it was, whether she cared to admit it or not.
"Will you agree to do anything I say?" he prompted, fingertips brushing her clit and sparking unwanted desire.
"Nooooooo," she maintained. "You'll never get away with this, it's blackmail."
"Two minutes, miss, two minutes and the office empties you'll be on public display. Two minutes to agree or your career is over."
She couldn't believe how manipulative this boy could be, her resolve draining, her desire rising. "Kevin, no, please. Please help me out of here. I will...I WILL do anything you say."
He paused as if contemplating. "That means ANYTHING, miss?"
"Yes, anything – just get me out of here."
Reaching over on tiptoes, the gangly schoolboy worked the window up from Chloe's spine, allowing her to slide back out from whence she'd come, albeit somewhat unceremoniously. She stood facing him, shifting uncomfortably as their eyes met then parted. She could feel the dampness of the panties against her pussy, his seed rubbing against her most intimate parts. "Mess me around and you'll be dealing with my dad. Be nice to me and keep to our agreement and he need never know."
Chloe glanced back inside the house, looking at the camera. "You'll destroy the CCTV footage, won't you Kevin?"
"I'll think about it. But first things first, I want my mobile phone back."
Chloe winced before confessing she'd trashed it. "I'm sorry," she added shamefacedly.
"You did what, you stupid whore?" he thundered, causing Chloe to cower.
"I'll replace it."
"Damn right you will. No, not just replace it - you'll upgrade it. I want one of those brand new ultra thin ones like your boyfriend's got, and I want it now."
Chloe felt the spiny fingers of fear grip her soul. This kid seemed to know everything, not just about her but about Jack too. "Have you been watching Jack and me?"
"Yes miss, I saw you last night."
Chloe swallowed. "W-what exactly d-did you s-see?"
Kevin grinned. "I saw him give you a massage."
Momentarily Chloe forgot the ordeal, consumed by fond reminiscences of the previous night with her lover. Jack's touch had been so strong, so sure, she'd almost cum without vaginal stimulation. When finally they did make love she was as wet as a bath sponge. She lost count of the number of orgasms he gave her. But now the memory was sullied, contaminated by the thought of creepy Kevin Manning spying on them.
And soon her misery and regret returned. Oh, why oh why had she gone out on the step in just her underwear? Yet even then all she'd had to do was bluff it out. If he had passed the picture on, so what? It was nothing worse than a few embarrassing days, having to explain her mishap. But no, she'd compounded things by destroying Kevin's phone and then trying to break into his parent's house.
"Come on miss, I want that phone," he ordered, dragging her back to reality.
Their visit into town drew some odd looks from Kevin's peers, prompting Chloe to try to keep a couple of steps in front or behind to disassociate herself from the teen geek. But Kevin was having none of it, patting her arse like a long term lover and extracting maximum value from the sorry situation. Consequently, Chloe was glad to arrive in town, buying the phone Kevin craved without question. A hefty chunk on her credit card it was a small price to pay to redress the balance. "Okay then, are we even now?" she asked in hopeful anticipation as Kevin surveyed his new toy proudly.
Kevin's eyebrows lowered. "Even? EVEN? We're nowhere near even," he raged.
Chloe felt her eyes well up. "So what is it you want from me?" she entreated, not really wanting to hear the answer, and one which Kevin skilfully evaded in any event.
"Let's get back to school," he said simply.
The devious boy made small talk on the way, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do though Chloe never heard the words, brain swimming. With the school gates coming into sight, he stopped her. "I think you'd better lose those dirty smelly panties, don't you miss?"
Chloe looked over quizzically as gangs of pupils filtered noisily past. "What, here?"
Kevin went into thoughtful mode. There'd be time enough for the real humiliation to begin. He was enjoying the slow build-up and Chloe's reaction to it. "Just make sure they're removed before the lesson. Oh and one other thing, I want you to call me Sir from now on. Understand?"
Chloe grimaced. In all that had happened it had escaped her memory that the first period after lunch was Kevin's English class. "Well, I'll see you shortly, miss," he announced, leaning in close enough that she could feel and smell his breath.
"Kevin...no, not here," she gasped as audaciously he made to kiss her.
"You called me Kevin," he spat. "What did I tell you?"
"Sorry, s-sir," she spluttered.
In Chloe's mind, every passing eye seemed to be on them as Kevin stroked her cheek tenderly. She pulled away before he could kiss her As she departed hastily Chloe knew already she'd be made to pay later for the indiscretion. However, her head was in such turmoil that she was happy just to survive from minute to minute.
Safely ensconced in the staff toilet, she climbed out of the panties, running her thumb guiltily over the crotch before slipping them into her handbag. Thankfully she had a relatively modest skirt on, knee length unlike some of the minis and micros she liked, but it was a skirt nonetheless, and she'd be conscious until hometime of the bareness beneath.
The class of a dozen sixth formers was already assembled as their flustered teacher made her entrance, eyes glancing over anxiously at Kevin. Seated at the back and alone as ever, he smirked her way. Despite rationing the glances in his direction, she could feel his eyes boring into her midriff throughout the early stages of the lesson.
Chloe sighed inwardly. It wasn't just Kevin that concerned her. What if he'd informed the others in the class? What if they all knew their teacher was knicker-less? Chloe reddened, addressing the forum in a shaky voice, convinced when the sun shone through the window they could see her pussy through the fabric of the skirt. Yet for some perverse reason that thought made her tingle, a glistening of wetness forming around her labia. In turn, her skirt soaked up the juices like blotting paper, leaving a little stain on the front. It was getting worse!
Setting a long reading task in order to avert their eyes off her, much to Chloe's relief quickly the class became engrossed. Cowering behind the desk, she fanned her face, tried not to rub her thighs together and willed the clock to move faster. No such luck, it seemed to stand still. As she looked up to look at them, Chloe startled as Kevin summoned her to the back of the class. Tentatively she ambled over to his side. "Quicker next time," he growled beneath his breath, eyes making angry slits.
"Yes Sir," Chloe whispered.
"That's good, you're learning," he responded in hushed tones.
He beckoned the teacher closer and Chloe gasped as his palm grazed the back of a calf, rising to meet the flesh at the hamstring. Busily the clammy hand rode up inside her skirt, stroking a soft creamy thigh. Thankfully, if were any consolation, the rest of the class were so engrossed in their reading that no one glanced back. If they had, they'd have seen Kevin's probing fingers scamper up like a startled spider to penetrate his teacher's moist cunt, sliding up past the knuckles. "Stay there," he warned with understated menace in his voice.
Rooted to the spot, Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. She could feel her face cheeks blush a deep purple and sweat trickle down her neck and between her breasts. She fought obstinately to deny the feeling of sexual pleasure, but it was a vain quest. He seemed to know exactly the spot that made her tingle. Chloe tried her utmost to stifle the groan that forced its way out, along with a little bead of cunt juice that trickled slowly down an inner thigh.
She breathed heavily as his fingers set her alight, made her heart pound and body buzz. Finding her clit, he gave it a tweak with a fingernail. The stirrings in her loins were hard to bear, harder still to deny. It was sheer torture and she almost cried out and betrayed herself. She wanted nothing less than to be bent over the desk and fucked deep and hard. By Jack, yes Jack, not this kid. No, no, no, she couldn't start thinking about her lover or she surely cum hard in class. Nooooooo, she maintained, willing him to stop. "That's all miss, thank you," Kevin announced, unplugging the juice laden finger and sucking it clean with a joyous grin and sigh of pleasure.
Excused, Chloe fled back to the front of the class, the urge to break down in tears overwhelming. As she sat down in the chair to hide the telltale signs of her arousal, her juicy pussy squelched, the need to have it filled again almost unbearable. Yet she had to resist the temptation, if only for the rapidly diminishing remnants of her dignity.
For the rest of the lesson, Kevin's eyes burned into her unerringly. It came as little surprise when the bell rang and the class dispersed that Kevin remained behind like a bad smell. "I enjoyed today's lesson, did you too miss?"
Chloe's regarded the floor. "No, Sir, I hated every minute of it. If you had any respect for me..."
The sentence hung in the air as Kevin pushed his face in hers. His tongue glanced off her clenched lips. "Oh God, not here Sir," she pleaded.
Kevim grinned. "Mmmm, not here but somewhere else?"
Chloe nodded miserably, long resigned to her fate. If having sex with him brought the torment to a swift end, it was the price she had to pay. "Yes, I'll sleep with you," she consented.
The boy whistled. "Your place tonight?" he suggested.
"I can't, not tonight...I'm..."
"Whatever it is, cancel it. Oh, I bet it's that boyfriend of yours?"
Chloe nodded dejectedly.
"Okay, well I want you to phone him right now with an excuse."
Chloe went to protest but thought better of it, reaching inside her bag for the mobile phone.
"That's a rubbish phone you have, miss," he chuckled. "You want one like mine."
Chloe's eyes misted as she made the treacherous call. Thankfully it was a message so she didn't have to lie to him directly. "Hi Jack honey, it's me, Chloe...something's, um, come up at school so I'll have to cancel tonight. See you soon."
As Chloe put the phone away, Kevin could hardly contain his glee. "See you at eight," he promised. "Oh, and shave that hairy pussy, it's like a jungle down there."
Chloe sat, head in hands, and let her emotions run to the fore in a monsoon of bitter tears.
---
The five hours between school and 'the date' passed like the final hours of a prisoner on death row, the deflated young teacher praying that hers would be a quick release. She couldn't bear the creepy youngster crawling all over her, sucking, licking and biting her most intimate parts. She hoped that Kevin would be so overcome with lust that he'd shoot his load as quickly as he had earlier in the garden. That, or he'd soon grow bored once he knew how easily he could have her. Then she could get her life back on track. There was a niggling feeling at the back of her mind, however, that things wouldn't be quite that simple. But she had to cling onto some hope. If only things had worked out differently...
If only things had worked out differently...?
How many times had those words plagued her today?
If only the front door hadn't shut...
If only she hadn't trashed Kevin's phone...
If only she hadn't tried to break into his parent's house...
But for those things she'd be in the arms of her lover now, and not anticipating a night of whatever sordid fantasies her least favourite pupil harboured in his evil little brain. But things hadn't worked out differently and Chloe was at his complete and utter whim, his plaything for the evening. She pictured him next door, up in his bedroom, getting ready for her as she was for him, shaving the pubes from between her legs to create a smooth pink surface.
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang and her heart plunged as she drew up all the inner steel she could muster, creeping slowly towards the door, though not wanting to get there. She willed Kevin to go away, to leave her alone, to pick on someone else. Her eyes welled up uncontrollably, and she shook away the tears, reminding herself to be brave. She could get through this...couldn't she? Stealing a deep lungful, gingerly Chloe opened the door.
Her mouth fell agape as she was presented not with the odious Kevin but with her lover Jack, clasping a bottle of wine and a crooked smile. "Jack? Oh Jack..."
He shot back an apologetic look. "I'm sorry to turn up like this Chloe, but you sounded so down on the phone earlier...I thought I'd come round on the off chance...and, well, here I am and here you are."
Chloe blushed, dredging up an excuse to explain her availability whilst glancing anxiously over his shoulder for sign of the nefarious schoolboy. He sure as hell wouldn't be far away, but what could she do - turn Jack away? Ushering her lover inside, she melted into his strong arms, feeling safe, temporarily at least. A reprieve had arrived and even the psychotic Kevin couldn't surely risk it with Jack in the house.
"Is everything okay, baby?"
"It is now," she replied with a genuine smile, the relief literally pouring out of her.
Jack uncorked the bottle in the kitchen as Chloe shadowed him like an errant lamb. He poured two large glasses, Chloe grabbing hers and swigging like it was water. Oh how she needed that. Taking Jack's strong hand she led him to the couch, an anxious glance to her right, through the front window and into the street. No, she convinced herself, Kevin would be mad to chance it. Jack would smash the living daylights out of the little geek. Her aura had returned and with it the desire for her manly lover.
Reaching aside, she rubbed the thick ridge at the front of Jack's jeans, eliciting a moan of appreciation. "You're keen," he observed.
Leaning back, he allowed the pretty teacher to wrestle down the zip, extracting the thick cock, cradling and stroking it playfully. Jack could barely believe his luck. Lost in the moment and the culmination of a day's worth of sexual tension, Chloe forgot that the curtains remained partially open, the first flush of dusk clouding the evening.
Eagerly she stroked the member to its full hardness, marvelling at its wondrous expansion. Imbued with Dutch courage, she went down on her lover, taking the engorged head between her wine soaked lips. Flicking an eager tongue tip over the eye she tasted Jack's precious precum. "Oh baby, yeah," he groaned, raking a set of fingers through the mane of blonde locks.
Chloe ran a velveteen tongue around the crown, sucking with purpose, tasting the gorgeous head, saliva laced with wine. Glancing up she locked eyes with her lover. "I love you, Jack," she confided.
It was at that moment that the mood was broken by the harsh rap at the front door. Chloe felt a shiver caress her spine, letting the cock slip from her mouth. Almost breaking down in tears, she looked into space inanely. "It's okay I'll get the door," said Jack disappointedly, secreting the bloated manhood back inside his jeans as he stood.
Chloe shrank into the sofa, trying to make herself invisible. Her breath held almost solidly for the next three minutes, she tried to listen and not to listen in equal measure. Finally Jack returned to the lounge, a puzzled expression on his face and clutching a huge bouquet of flowers. "Some young guy just delivered these," he mused. "Chloe, is there something you want to tell me?"
Chloe's face reddened and a veil of tears threatened to fall. Yet no words would come.
Jack looked distraught. "Shit, there's another guy, isn't there...sending you flowers?"
"Nooooooo," she wailed, unable to explain, and feeling Kevin's eerie presence close by.
Jack looked on incredulously. "I...I can't believe this. I thought we were...damn Chloe."
He too looked close to tears, masked by a wave of anger.
"Jack, honestly..."
Jack threw his arms in the air, suddenly losing it. It was a side she'd yet to see. "You cheap slut," he spat, reaching to grab her by the wrist. "All this time you've been with me, telling me you love me, you've been fucking some other guy."
"Nooooooo..."
Her blouse tore open like a paper tissue in his hands, the buttons down the front popping open to expose her braless breasts. Jack stared, shaking his head furiously. "Since when did you...no bra?"
Chloe went to speak, to try to make some sense of it all, but her throat was dry. Jack was leering at her naked torso whilst fiddling with his own shirt buttons. "Well if you want to act like a slut, I'll sure as hell treat you like one."
Chloe squealed. Never before had she seen him this way. The calm exterior was exposed as a mere veneer, the rage inside her lover deep and thunderous. Reaching down, he moved swiftly, her skirt coming away easily in his strong clutches to reveal no panties and the freshly shaven pussy. Jack surveyed the sight with utter disdain. "Is that what he likes?" he bellowed.
Chloe wailed, the scene unfolding before her eyes almost in slow motion. Off came her lover's jeans with urgency, his cock standing up like a flagpole, the head like a giant bruised strawberry. It looked as angry as he was. "Well?" he prompted. "Does he like you to shave your cunt like some cheap whore?"
Chloe remained unable to respond, her vocal chords scraping uselessly. Even if she had been able to issue a denial, Jack's mouth was quickly clamped hard to hers, stifling. No longer the tender lover she'd come to know so well, he'd become rough and uncompromising, tongue pressed hard into her mouth as she whimpered back. Her tiny clenched hands made fists that punched at his chest to no avail as the wide-eyed brute cornered her against the wall. His arms either side formed a trap. "Is this how you like it with him - up against the wall?"
Over his shoulder Chloe saw a dark figure through the window, a pair of motionless and emotionless eyes staring back. She tried to duck beneath Jack's arms to flee but he was too fast, capturing her and hoisting her up against the wall easily. Adjusting, his hands held firm beneath each thigh as he pinned her, angry cock making several fruitless attempts to stab at her pussy.
He was rabid, calling her every slut name under the sun, salivating at the mouth. Her hands bounced off his body as ineffectual punches rained down, her elbows coming to rest upon his shoulders for support when quickly her strength was sapped. Repeatedly he thrust, trying to find a way in. Twisting his buttocks to gain leverage, finally Jack's fiery cock head found the soft recess of her pussy mouth, her nails scraping his shoulders. The cunt lips petalled unwillingly to receive the invading tip, sening a shiver through the frightened young teacher's body. "Oh that's it, you filthy whore. I bet you're even thinking about him now, wishing it was his cock inside you rather than mine."
"Nooooooo," she cried, fighting back weakly, a token yet ineffective resistance.
Chloe tried hard to dispel the image of Kevin's sneering face, but it was impossible to, particularly with him out there right now spying, witnessing her relationship disintegrate and her world collapse inwards. Powerless to prevent Jack's insistent and uncompromising advances, finally she submitted fully, spreading her legs wide to receive the whole shaft in one massive thrust that split her pussy and nudged the cervix. "Owwwwwww," she screamed, banging her fists at his neck, pert breasts crushed against his strong chest as he lifted the helpless waif into the wall.
"Take it all, bitch," he roared, retracting and slamming another length of rock hard cock into her cunt.
"Nooooooo."
"Yesssssss," he retorted, working the musular length in and out with purpose, buttocks working unyieldingly.
Chloe tried to close her mind, tried not to let the vicious assault arouse her. Yet perversely Jack's newfound dominance and the thought of Kevin out there watching them soon overcame her weak will. Her clit needed little stimulation at the best of times to fire her towards orgasm and, combined with the feel of her nipples chafing on Jack's manly chest, it wasn't long before she was dripping wet, taking each pounding with a thrilled moan. And the trouble she'd be in with her schoolboy tormentor after tonight's rejection didn't bear thinking about. It was enough to make her cum.
"Oh you dirty cock craving tramp," Jack cried as his buttocks pumped. "Tell me what you are."
Chloe couldn't help herself. "I'm a dirty cock craving tramp," she admitted breathlessly. "Oh God, Jack, use me like the slut I am," she begged.
Jack shot back another look of disdain and another length of cock, working more intently than ever. Chloe felt he might pierce her womb at any moment and impale her to the wall. Her fingernails embedded deep in his strong shoulders, drawing the flesh, her knees up by his armpits. The wall took the full brunt, every slam vibrating around the room. Running short of breath, Jack eased back a step, hands behind Chloe's shoulders, her back arching like a dance partner as he fed each nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking then biting.
Chloe's body was aflame, her moans becoming screams, her juices drenching the thick shaft that worked unyieldingly in and out of her soft cunt. "Fill me with your thick seed, Jack," she pleaded. "Oh God I'm sooooooo close."
Once more Jack forced her to the wall, banging relentlessly. With abandon she screamed the house down. The orgasm felt like an electric shock around her clit. "Pump your spunk up inside me, please Jack," she begged.
Jack shook his head from side to side, face clouded. "Get on your knees, you slut. You don't deserve my cum inside you."
Though taken aback, Chloe did what she was told unquestioningly, looking up to see his fist blurring at his midriff, wanking furiously. Jack grunted as he came with the ferocity of an exploding hydrant, despatching a lasso of thick spunk into her waiting face. It lashed at her lips and nose, mouth clamped tight. "Open," commanded her lover, then when she resisted: "Open your fucking mouth."
Chloe obeyed, the next wad spraying and painting her tongue. Before she had time to consider spitting, Jack's cock plugged the tiny opening, and he groaned as he emptied the rest of his balls in diminishing amounts. He held the thick cock in place until Chloe gagged and swallowed ever drop. Shaking his head and sighing, as he pulled away, he said with venom: "I'll see you around - not."
"Jack..." she pleaded, still gurgling down his cum. "Jack, please..."
Her now ex-lover held his hands aloft. Dragging up his jeans, he was gone in a flash, the door slamming in his wake. Chloe followed, stopping when she espied the envelope on the hall floor. The message read simply: 'Hope you like the flowers. I'll deal with you tomorrow. K.'
Chloe felt her body quiver. The ordeal was only just beginning.
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