My rhythm was slower this time, possibly because her bottom was so tight and resistant. However, after some initial uncertainty, my tempo became more confident and I lost myself in the ecstasy of her bumhole. I think the whole situation of taking my stunning English teacher up the arse without consent was just too much for me because, after very little time, I came vigorously up her tightest little hole.
After I’d pulled out of her, she winced and slowly stood up to say, “I can’t believe you’ve just done that. I’ve never been fucked up my bum before.”
I was surprised; for some reason I had thought she would be anally experienced. “I’m sorry but it was just too inviting. Your arse is perfect. Your whole body is perfect.”
“Oh god,” she moaned as she started to dress, “Can I have the pictures and negatives now?”
I thought I’d be honest for the first time. “Miss, how can I give them back to you? You, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, the most beautiful woman I can even imagine, have just had sex with me. If I give them back to you, you’ll never do it again.”
Dejected she said, “But I’ve done everything you wanted. I’ve sucked your cock. I’ve fucked you in different positions. I’ve even taken it up the arse for you.” I thought she was going to cry,
“But you enjoyed it didn’t you? Would it be so bad to do it again every now and again?”
She sighed. “I… I enjoyed most of it. There’s something about being made to do things that I wouldn’t normally do that does turn me on deep inside.”
“Well then let’s do it again tomorrow.”
She thought carefully. “Oh shit, I suppose this is all my own fault. OK,… but not up my bum, please. I’ll give you the best blowjob imaginable instead. Any time, any place. You won’t want take me up there. I promise. And as long as no-one sees the pictures,” she added significantly.
I smiled broadly. It looked like I’d managed to get myself a source of free, willing and accomplished sex. I nodded noncommittally in response to her request. After all how could I possibly forego that delightful arse?
“You can come to the flat after school tomorrow because my boyfriend’s away on business.”
“Boyfriend? But you were sucking off the headmaster! I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend.”
“That was only for reasons of, um, career progression. Obviously my boyfriend doesn’t know,” she replied sheepishly.
I reached out and squeezed her fabulous breasts, now covered, again. “You’re amazing, Miss Brown.”
“Thanks, Jake,” she said ruefully. “I’m not sure that’s the right word for it however.”
We kissed and I left. Within a few minutes, I was already thinking expectantly about what I’d make her do the next time.
Ms. Brown squealed quietly as I pushed a pencil up her cunt.
We were standing outside the closed doorway of the staffroom door in a normally busy corridor. She had protested but hadn’t dare to refuse me as I’d spontaneously taken the pencil I happened to have in my pocket and slowly inch by inch thrust it, under her skirt, into her bare wet pussy.
“Oh, please Jake. Someone might see. Oh, please stop,” she begged.
Now perhaps I was being gratuitously cruel but I couldn’t help humiliating my lovely sex slave at almost every opportunity. It had been two weeks now since I had shown my gorgeous English teacher a set of photographs showing the excesses of her career management strategy, i. e. pictures of her sucking the headmaster’s cock.
It had just been luck that I’d been passing at the opportune moment but the threat of leaving the photos in the boys’ changing rooms at school had certainly focused her mind on earning them back.
Since that first evening when she had gradually performed more and more intimate sexual acts with me to win back the photos, she’d come to realise that she was never going to gain her freedom from my erotic needs. I mean who could possibly blame me, a lusty young eighteen year old boy, for wanting my very own sex goddess on tap? She was in her early twenties and had blond hair, green eyes and a slender full-breasted leggy figure after which every boy at school, and I’m sure every male teacher, lusted.
I had lost my virginity to her that first evening and since then we had fucked almost every day. She had sucked me off in the school stationery room and ridden me in her car after school. I had been to her flat where I’d used her in every way imaginable; I’d even twice stayed with her overnight when her boyfriend had been away and had the pleasure of being sucked awake in the morning.
And although she was generally initially reluctant, she always seemed to enjoy the sex, usually coming more than once when we fucked. She even seemed really keen to give me head as well as having her pussy licked but she did everything she could to avoid anal because she said my cock was too big for her bum. Not that this stopped the occasional vigorous buggering, when I was feeling particularly mischievous.
And maybe that was why I like to push the boundaries somewhat at school. I’d insisted pretty soon after our relationship started that she stop wearing knickers or tights at school — only stockings, although I was generous on the point of hold-ups versus a suspender belt. I didn’t mind either.
I also made sure she gave me a flash of her pussy in her lessons. Luckily for her I sat in the back corner of her classroom so no-one had noticed my running my hand up her skirt and fingering her while she bent over my desk ostensibly to discuss an essay.
And that was I why I was pushing a wooden pencil in and out of her cunt with the distinct possibility of someone chancing upon us.
“Jake, please. I’ll be so good for you tonight. Please stop,” she gasped as I pushed the pencil all the way in and flicked her clit under her skirt.
“Why what are you going to do for me, Ms. Brown?” I asked, giving her substantial breasts a robust squeeze with my other hand.
“Oh Jake! I’ll suck you off so well and swallow all your come,” she promised.
“Go on,” I urged, continuing to play with her clit.
“And you said you wanted to try something new. I’ve got some whipped cream. We can lick it off each other. Please Jake, stop before someone sees.”
I saw the handle of the staffroom door turn a split second before it opened so I was able to remove my hand from under her skirt and step back before Ms. Taylor, the PE teacher came out clutching a pile of reports and a netball.
“Oh, sorry Sally,” she said as she almost bumped into Ms. Brown in the doorway.
Ms. Taylor was the other main object of fantasy for the school’s male population. She was tall, black and extremely fit, having represented the nation on several occasions at hockey. Her legs were endless yet she still had enough curves to make me dizzy with desire.
“Oh, hi Jake,” she said seeing me and giving me a characteristically warm and sunny smile. Her hair was straight, shoulder length and pulled back in a pony tail.
“Hello, Ms. Taylor. How are you?” I asked her, slightly flustered by her big brown eyes and the fresh lemony scent that seemed to follow her everywhere.
“Fine thanks,” she said.
There was an awkward silence as the three of us looked at each other.
Finally I broke it. “Er, sorry, I need to go now, Ms. Brown, can I have my pencil back?”
Ms. Brown’s eyes widened in warning. Ms. Taylor looked at her quizzically.
“Jake, I haven’t got it right now,” eventually she said in a patronising tone. “I’ll give it back to you in class later this afternoon,” she dismissed.