“This is the latest in The Lessons series. Among the five new stories I have submitted, this is the only one that is clearly within the original theme of The Lessons. I have classified it within the Mature theme (May/December) but there is also a theme of submission and a bit of spanking. I don’t know if I should give that away but I did want to warn those who don’t like that type of story. Please note that the titles for the other four make no reference to “The Lessons.” I will be happy to continue to provide stories within the actual Lessons theme; your feedback will be helpful in reaching this decision. In any case, I do hope you like this one!”
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Mr. Peters had been a recent addition to the faculty of Templeton College. He was hired by Templeton in large part because of his apparent success in improving student discipline at Abberville (see Chapter 1). He was known to employ rather unique and innovative techniques. His methods were perhaps somewhat perilous but they were also rather effective.
Mr. Peters’ evening schedule of consultative discipline was in fact getting heavily booked. He was therefore encouraging certain carefully selected faculty to apply the techniques themselves so that his own schedule would not be overwhelmed, but the faculty were naturally reluctant. This evening he was scheduled to work with Jackie Sampler. Jackie was one of the cheerleaders whom Miss Bixley had caught sexually harassing Teddy (see Chapter 12). Mr. Peters scheduled an individual meeting with her in part because he had also been told by her history and Spanish professors that she was not completing her assignments. Jackie complained that she just wasn’t able to balance all of the demands on her time. Cheerleading was itself a very significant responsibility. Besides, she had always had difficulty managing her time. When she was in high school her parents often had to sit down with her to help organize her schedule. She was involved in so many academic, social, and charitable functions. Jackie went to the counseling center of Templeton wondering if the college offered some sort of comparable assistance. However, they had never heard of such a request. The counseling center provided tutors but not persons who managed students’ social and academic schedules. It was really her own responsibility to balance her schedule. Jackie though didn’t think that she was really capable.
It wasn’t really clear if she was just coming up with a ridiculous excuse to try to mitigate her academic irresponsibility or whether she in fact had a real problem. Mr. Peters suggested to Miss Bixley that this might be a good opportunity for her to implement his disciplinary methods. Miss Bixley, however, declined. She didn’t feel that she was the right person for such an approach. Besides, she was concerned that she might not be sufficiently objective, given her negative predisposition toward the cheerleaders.
Mr. Harrington would have been very happy to take over. He had gotten wind of the fact that Mr. Peters was being referred cases that he felt were more appropriately handled more formally by the Student Disciplinary Board, for which he was the Chair. He was also not entirely reassured by Mr. Peters that his methods were not resulting in any inappropriate sexual contact. He was considering the possibility of having formal interviews with the cheerleaders once Mr. Peters was through to determine whether any boundaries had been crossed.
Jackie Sampler arrived at Mr. Peters’ office at 6:30PM. She was very apprehensive. She knew that Mr. Peters used traditional corporal punishment to discipline students rather than simply having them write theses of atonement, spend time in detention, or do some sort of charitable work. She had not herself ever been spanked, even by her parents. They preferred an unconditional positive regard no matter their daughter’s discretions, something they apparently learned themselves within college. Jackie knocked timidly on his office door.
“Yes, who is it?”
“Jackie Sampler, sir,” she announced through the door.
“What?”
She cleared her throat and spoke more loudly. “Jackie Sampler! Sir. Um, I am to meet with you tonight.”
Mr. Peters was pleased that she was apparently so apprehensive. It was a good sign. “Yes, please do come in Jackie.”
She took a deep breath and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was the pillory by his desk. ‘Oh my goodness, Polly wasn’t joking,’ she thought. Polly, the head cheerleader, had told her about the pillory. ‘He can’t be thinking of putting me in that, is he?’ She looked at Mr. Peters, who was sitting behind his desk. “Yes sir,” she timorously said as an introduction to herself. “Um, are you busy, sir?”
“No, no, not at all Jackie. Please come in.” He got up from behind his desk to stand in front of it. The pillory was readily noticeable behind him to his left.
Jackie didn’t move. Her eyes were fixed on the pillory.
Mr. Peters was so glad that some of his prior students from Abberville had purchased this for him (see Chapter 14). He was clearly getting a lot of mileage with it. “Jackie, I see that you are looking at the pillory. Rest assured that I have no intention of using it with you.” Jackie felt a wave of relief sweep over her. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She stepped further into the room.
“Very good, Jackie.” Jackie was now standing in the center of the room, her right foot tapping and waving in nervous anticipation. Mr. Peters walked past her to lock the door. Jackie watched his every move. He went over to one of his book shelves and pulled off an academic text. “Jackie, you know why you are here?”
Mr. Peters was standing somewhat behind her and to her right. She turned her head to speak to him. “Yes sir. Well, I think so, sir.” She looked very appealing in her school uniform: the white blouse, black tie, pleated plaid skirt, white socks, and black Mary Janes. She looked quite demure, even adorable, as she watched him apprehensively over her right shoulder.
“And what would that reason be?” Mr. Peters asked as he was leafing through the book.
“Um, the thing we did to Teddy?”
“Is that all?”
“No sir, no, it’s also because of my study habits.”
He closed the text. “And what seems to be the problem there?”
“I just have a terrible time balancing my schedule, sir. There are so many things I have to do. I can’t handle them all.”
“Well, Jackie, I’m not so sure that is true.” He walked over to his desk and turned to face her directly.
“You don’t sir? I’m really trying, Mr. Peters. Honest I am.” She clasped her hands at her waist and gave him her best look of angelic contrition. It was effective, at least for most persons, as she was a strikingly attractive girl. She had long flowing red hair, fair skin, freckles, pretty large brown eyes, perky nose, and, one could even tell with the loose white blouse, rather than large breasts.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that, Jackie. I believe you are being very honest with me. I just think that you don’t really know yourself. You don’t know what you are truly capable of. I think you have relied so long on having others manage your affairs that you haven’t learned yourself what you can do.”
“Really sir?” This was no longer even sounding like it was going to be a punishment. Maybe Mr. Peters was just going to give her a pep talk. Jackie was feeling more and more relaxed.
“I wonder if you would be willing to participate in a little exercise with me. Something I think could be very educational.”
“Well yes, sir, certainly. I will do anything.”
“Anything, Jackie?”
“Totally, Mr. Peters.”
“Well, I must warn you that it won’t be entirely fun. You know you are here for punishment as well.”
‘Boogers,’ Jackie thought. She wasn’t going to get away with no punishment after all. Still, he said that some of it will be fun, maybe even most of it. “Anything, Mr. Peters. I’m all totally for it.” She tried to give an agreeable grin, but her apprehension was evident.
“Alright then. Well, this exercise was perfected by a Himalayan Buddhist sect. It’s essentially a mixture of psychodrama and meditation techniques. It doesn’t actually teach a specific skill, more than it helps to learn a principle metaphorically.”
Jackie had no idea what he was talking about, but she was game. At least it wasn’t going to involve the pillory.
“Excellent.” He approached her. Jackie could feel the tension rising again. “First, I’m going to place this history book on your head.”
Well, she thought, that isn’t so bad.
“Hold still now.” He carefully laid it on her head.
Her eyes were looking straight up, trying to see what was happening on the top of her head. She stifled a laugh.
Once he had it positioned, he stepped back. She looked cute, like a girl trying to improve her posture.
“Jackie, you’re not in your cheerleading uniform.”
“Oh, no sir, no, we only wear the uniforms on game days or when there is going to be pep rally, or something.” Her young full breasts were pushing out the front of her blouse as she balanced the book on her head. “Should I have worn my uniform?” She instinctively looked down at her blouse. The book fell off her head and hit the floor with a slam. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Sorry, Mr. Peters.”
“It takes a bit of concentration, doesn’t it Jackie.” “Yes sir.”
“Pick it up and put it back on your head.”
“Yes sir.” She quickly complied. She knew she could do this. She carefully laid the book on her head to maximize its balance. She smiled at Mr. Peters once she had it arranged, looking for a compliment. Jackie was used to getting lots of compliments.
“Let’s see if you can keep the history book balanced on your head as you walk the room.”
“Alright,” Jackie agreed. This was actually starting to be a fun little game. She remembered doing this with her friends. During a pajama party she and her friends used to do this, pretending that they were famous models walking down the runway.
Jackie didn’t have much difficulty. She walked very carefully, her arms outstretched to help keep her balance. Cheerleading did help with some things in life. Her biggest difficulty might have been simply the impulse to laugh. When she returned to her spot, she could see Mr. Peters smiling for her. She smiled back.
“Good girl, Jackie. I thought you could do it.”
She grinned. “Thank you Mr. Peters.” However, she then instinctively nodded her head in reply and the book slipped off, crashing to the floor. “Boogers!” she exclaimed.
Mr. Peters reached down to retrieve it. “It’s harder than it looks, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir, it is,” Jackie agreed.
He handed the book back to her. She replaced it carefully on her head.
“Alright, this time I want you to give me a little curtsy. You don’t have to go down far, but do lift up your skirt as you curtsy.”
“Alright, sir, but that’s going to be hard.”
“Well, that is the point.”
Jackie did as she was told. She kept her eyes focused firmly in front of her as she slowly bent her knees, pointing them out somewhat to the left and right. She clutched the hem of her skirt, lifted it up, and curtsied. She looked very cute doing this, like she was introducing herself to a nobleman. Mr. Peters particularly enjoyed the brief glimpse of her thighs as the skirt was raised and knees were bent.
“Ok, you’ve had some practice, let’s now increase the responsibility.”
She had been afraid of that.
“From now on, whenever the book falls off, you will get spanked.”
“Yes sir,” Jackie replied softly. That was precisely what she was worried about. She really did not want a spanking, particularly from one of the professors at the school. It seemed so demeaning and humiliating to be spanked at her age. She checked the placement of the book on her head. “Ok, I’m ready sir.”
Mr. Peters stepped up to her. He smiled sweetly and said. “Now, maintain your concentration on balancing the book. Do not be distracted by whatever is happening around you. Concentrate on the history book. It is just you and the history book. Nothing else that happens around you matters.”
She was careful not to nod this time. “Yes sir.”
Mr. Peters then reached for the fourth button of her blouse. As soon as he touched it Jackie jumped back. The book hit the floor.
“Mr. Peters!” she squealed. She brought her hands to the front of her blouse, protecting herself from being further touched.
“Jackie, what’s wrong?” asked Mr. Peters.
“Sir, what were you going to do?”
“Well, I think that was kind of obvious. I was going to unbutton your blouse.”
“But, Mr. Peters, I’m a girl and one of your students. You shouldn’t do something like that.”
“I know that it’s awkward Miss Sampler but you’re old enough now to make these decisions and it’s a necessary component of the meditative lessons. Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Sampler?”
“No, not right now, Mr. Peters.” She clutched at the buttons of her blouse with her left hand.
“Well, do you times find it difficult to concentrate on your studies when some boy is vying for your attention.”
“Yes, sometimes,” she admitted.
“That is one of the metaphorical components of this exercise. You must maintain your concentration on your history text despite the advances, the distractions, of a man. My hands are a metaphor for the distractions of life.” “But it’s your hands, Mr. Peters. That’s so much more difficult to ignore. I can’t ignore that. I mean, you’re old enough to be my father and you’re unbuttoning my blouse; right here, like, in your office and everything.”
“That’s why the exercise is effective, Jackie. It needs to be a powerful stimulus precisely because it’s not the real thing. It’s only metaphorical, and so it must be more difficult, more awkward, more embarrassing, perhaps even humiliating, than in real life. Now, we’ve wasted enough time. I have further students to see this evening. Let’s get that book back on your head. I won’t spank you for this one as I will give you some consideration for the fact that it was so apparently surprising to you, but there will always be surprises down the road, outside of this office, that you must overcome.”
Jackie picked the book up off the floor and carefully returned it to its position on her head. Her face was now flushed red with apprehension. Once she had it in place, she closed her eyes and said, “I’m ready, sir.”
“Good girl.” Mr. Peters again reached for the fourth button of Jackie’s blouse. As he did so he explained to Jackie how “interesting it is that blouses and other female garments button in a manner favoring the left hand, whereas men’s shirts and other garments favored the right.” Mr. Peters didn’t stop with just one button. Jackie audibly groaned as he went to another one. He continued his lecture.
“The gender difference in buttoning appears to date only until the first half of the 19th century. That is itself rather curious, given the long history of clothing. One theory is that it reflects a masculine favoritism. Letting women know that they were in a lower position by forcing them to use the generally inferior hand.” Mr. Peters went to a third button. He could see that Jackie was beginning to shake a bit. He could also see a bit of her brassiere through the increasing opening of her blouse. “I myself prefer an alternative theory that the influential upper class set the fashion standard and the truly upper class women had maids who often buttoned their garments for them. So, unbuttoning your blouse for you, as I would if I was your maid, feels very natural to me.”
“Not to me, Mr. Peters,” Jackie complained.
“Well, that is again the point though, isn’t it dear.” He went to a fourth button.
“Mr. Peters, must you undo all of them?”
“Actually, what happens next in life is often unclear.” As he unfastened the fourth button, he explained, “A third theory is that the shift actually reflects increasing emancipation or independence of women during the course of the 19th century. It was perhaps a symbolic gesture to indicate that they had their own distinct garments, their own rules.” He stepped back to admire his handiwork. He couldn’t actually see very much. He had not unbuttoned the top button, as he couldn’t get to it because of the tie, and the blouse was still fully tucked in. Her large breasts were pushing the blouse out somewhat, but all he could see was her white center strap. He carefully took hold of her blouse so as not to be the one to knock off the book, and gently, slowly, pulled her blouse free from her skirt.
Jackie closed her eyes in embarrassment, grimaced, and whined “Mr. Peters.”
“Almost there dear, just one more here.” As he gently worked at removing her blouse from being tucked beneath her skirt, he continued his lecture. “A fourth, less dramatic, theory is simply that it was a way to help men and women avoid wearing the clothes of the other gender, as that was considered to be somewhat embarrassing and in some instances immoral. As women were beginning to prefer styles that resembled more traditional masculine attire, having a characteristic buttoning style was very helpful in making the distinction, although that perhaps doesn’t explain why it was the feminine garments that favored the left hand. Well, would you look at that.” He had now fully extracted her blouse from her skirt, both in front and in back. “All but one of your buttons are undone and you still have the history book balanced well on your head, and, on top of it, you have even learned some history in the process.”
Jackie opened her eyes. She wasn’t quite ready to celebrate or even smile. “Am I done?” She somehow doubted that she would escape his office without even one spanking.
“No, we need to get to this last button under your tie, and I’m afraid that if I try that button I might jar you and be the one who dislodges the text. So, I would like you to remove the tie.”
“Yes sir.” Jacked reached for the knot of her tie. She bit her lower lip as she cautiously undid the knot. Fortunately it was not tied tightly. However, it was clearly very difficult to undo the tie while keeping her head firmly still. It was when she was trying to pull the tie through the knot that she inadvertently, but understandably, tilted her head and the book hit the floor.
“Oh no!” She looked at Mr. Peters fearfully, her hands still on the tie. She frantically finished untying it, as if by undoing the tie she could undo the falling of the book.
“Well, my dear, I believe that requires a spank.” He walked around behind her. “Bend over, and grasp your hands behind your knees.”
She did as she was told. The position was very embarrassing for her. She could tell that her bottom was fully thrust out. It was even raised up a bit. The last time she was posed like this it was for a boyfriend who liked to do it from behind. She had even been embarrassed with him, as she knew he could see her little rosebud. Posing like this for Mr. Peters was even more shameful. At least her panties were covering her fanny.
SMACK!
“Yikes!” Jackie squealed. She hadn’t expected him to whack her that hard. But, she was grateful that he hadn’t asked her to pull down her panties. Polly told her that they had been spanked on their bare bottoms.
Mr. Peters resumed his position in front of her. “Alright, Miss Sampler, pick up the text and we will continue.”
Jackie was very surprised. “Only one?” As soon as she spoke she knew she should have kept her mouth shut. Why question his leniency? She was just so surprised, the question naturally slipped out.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t explain that. Each time the number of spanks increases exponentially. The first time it is only one. The second time it is two. The third time it is four, and so on.”
She had to ask! She would much rather not have known. She unclasped her hands, picked up the book, and resumed her position. As she stood back up her blouse opened up somewhat. Mr. Peters got a nice peek at the large white cups. Jackie saw where his eyes were focused and pulled her blouse shut. However, with the tie undone and only the top button left, her large breasts were now more effective in keeping the blouse at least somewhat open. The inside curves of her round, white cupped breasts were provocatively exposed to view.
“Oh yea, suck my cock you nasty slut. Suck me good.” Jake told her.
Trish grabbed his ass and helped him fuck her mouth deep and fast. When Jake was completely hard he ordered her to take her bra off and lie down. Trish lay flat on her back. Her breasts fell to each side.
“I’m gonna fuck those big fat tits of yours.” He announced.
Then Jake straddled her chest. He grabbed her tits by the nipples, pulled them up hard and engulfed his cock with them. The pain only excited Trish more. The head of his stiff shaft poked out from the top of her large tits and Trish lowered her chin to try and suck it. Jake began to slide his cock up and down her cleavage canyon.
“Hold your tits for me.” He instructed.
Trish grabbed the side of her tits and squeezed them around his dick. Jake leaned forward and grabbed a handful of hair and shoved the rest of his cock into her willing mouth.
Jake loved big tits, and not much excited him more than fucking a nice huge set of them like Trish’s. He pumped hard and fast, the whole time pulling her head toward his erection. Trish’s pussy was dripping with anticipation. She wanted to badly to reach down and play with it, but she dared not to since Jake had told her to hold her tits. She squeezed her thighs together to try and get some relief. This sent a chill to her body and she started rubbing her thighs back and forth. It was pleasurable, but not what she needed.
Jake again began to talk to her, “I do love fucking big fat tits like yours. You like watching me fuck your fat tits you dirty whore?”
Trish didn’t answer him, but the talk was turning her on as always. She closed her eyes and listened more.
“I’ll bet your cunt is drenched isn’t it slut? You want my cock in your sloppy hole?” he asked.
Trish now answered with a moan.
“You want me to fuck you like the cheap tramp you are?” he asked.
Again there was a moan from Trish.
Then to her surprise, Jake unloaded into her mouth with a deep groan. She let go of her tits and grabbed his cock to milk its seed into her mouth. Jake grunted with each shot until he was done. Trish figured it was time to get fucked now, but what she didn’t know was that Jake had now cum twice today, and was satisfied. He stood up dressed himself and walked to the door.
“Thanks sweets.” He quipped as he opened the door and left.
Trish lied there furious that he had not fucked her. She needed to cum and she wanted him to make her. She angrily got up and went to her room. She grabbed one of her dildos and slid it into her pussy. Soon she was pounding her own snatch and diddling her clit. She came once, but was not satisfied. She turned on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. Reaching between her legs she again stroked her clit as she buried the fake cock covered in her cum into her ass. She shoved it in deep and hard as she continued to stroke her clit. Not long after, she was screaming with ecstasy as her second orgasm gripped her body. She loved getting fucked in the ass, even if it was with her dildo.
After she came down, she again swore she would not let him do that to her again. “Who am I kidding?” she told herself, “I know I can’t do without his cock and the way he makes me feel.” She rolled over and went to sleep.
For the next week Jake ignored Debbie. He said hi and made a point of letting her see him when he went into Trish’s office to service her. However, he never did anything else. He figured out quickly that the best way to get her to do what he wanted was to ignore her.
He now had her cell number and he used it one night about midnight after a night of poker and drinking with the boys.
The phone rang and woke up Debbie. “Hello?” she said.
“Hey slut, I’m in your driveway, come let me in, and be naked when you open the door.” He told her. Then he hung up.
Debbie sprung out of bed and lost the nightgown she was wearing. She hustled to the door and opened it slowly. Jake was standing on the porch in the dark. Debbie let him in and stood in front of him.
“You are a skinny little bitch aren’t you?”
Debbie just looked away.
“I don’t know why I even fuck that flat narrow body of yours.” He told her.
As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn’t she just waited for the opportunity to do as he wanted.
“Show me your room.” He said
They walked to her room and Jake undressed. He lied down on the bed. His cock was hard already. Debbie needed no instruction. She crawled onto the bed and started sucking his rock hard pole. Her pussy was within arms length so Jake slid a couple of fingers into it. Debbie was moaning like a cat in heat shortly there after. Jake saw her ass sticking up in the air, and asked her a question, “You ever been fucked in the ass Mrs. Saunders?”
“No!” Debbie said sitting up. She had a petrified look on her face.
“We will fix that tonight.” Jake told her.
“But…..” Debbie started to say.
“Don’t worry, you will love it eventually.” Jake cut her off. “Now keep sucking me you horny old broad.”
Debbie again bent over and continued her task as Jake wet his fingers with her juices and then slowly slid one into her ass. Debbie yelped a bit, and Jake told her to relax. He slid it in and out a few times and Debbie was surprised how good it began to feel after the initial sting of having something penetrate that for the first time. Before long Debbie was actually pushing back against his hand. She was not sure if it was the naughtiness, or the actual feeling, but it felt good and she was enjoying it.
Jake pulled his finger out and wetted another finger in her now flowing pussy. Then he inserted both into her ass. Again there was an initial sting, but like with the single finger, it began to feel good quickly.
“That’s it, Mrs. Saunders you dirty slut, ride my fingers, just like you are going to ride my cock soon.”
Debbie was getting hot and she sucked Jake’s cock furiously. After a few minutes, Jake ordered her to stop. He rolled off the bed and told her to bend over it. Debbie did and Jake mounted her from behind. He slid his cock deep in her womb.
Debbie moaned out, “I love your cock, Fuck me.”
Jake slowly and deeply fucked her pussy. “Tell me what a naughty, dirty old broad you are.” He told her.
“I am, I am a dirty old broad. I’m a total whore for your cock, fuck me harder.” She begged.
Jake just continued it deep and slow. He slid two fingers in her ass at the same time. Debbie moaned out with great pleasure.
Jake was delighted with that. “You want it in the ass?” he asked her.
Debbie was so hot, she would have agreed to anything. “Besides, if his fingers feel that good, his cock could only feel better.” She thought to herself.
“Yes.” She screamed. “Fuck me in the ass with your big fat cock. I want it in there now.”
Jake pulled out of her soaking wet pussy. Then he rubbed his hand all over her mound until his hand was wet, he then wiped the wetness all over her ass for lubrication. Placing his cock at her brown hole, he drove it in slowly and deeply.
Debbie was wrong, it hurt like nothing she had ever felt. His cock was stretching her ass like it had never been stretched before. She cried out in pain. Jake of course paid her no sympathy.
“Relax, it will get better.” He told her. Then he began to fuck her dark place slow and deep. Her ass was just as tight as he remembered Victoria’s. It felt great the way it tightened around his shaft. He relished the feeling for a few minutes as he stretched her ass to accommodate him. It was not long before he was moving faster and fucking her ass hard.
The original pain caused Debbie’s eyes to tear up and she almost cried. However, she held it back because she didn’t want to disappoint Jake, feeling she might never get to see him this way again, so she bit her lip and endured the pain. It was a few minutes later that she realized she was subconsciously pushing back against his thrust. She then realized she was actually enjoying it. She felt so dirty and naughty, that it turned her on. She reached between her legs and began to stroke her clit. Not long after, she was climaxing all over her hand.
Jake heard her orgasm and added to her humility. “You filthy tramp, look at you getting fucked in the ass like a whore. You love this don’t you?” he scolded her.
Debbie just moaned a yes. It was all Jake needed. He started fucking her hard and deep. Faster and faster he fucked as she screamed her approval. Not long after, he began to fill her ass with his cum. Shot after shot exploded in her and she felt each one. It was another feeling she had never experienced and she savored it. Jake grunted and groaned the whole time. “Damn I can’t believe how many old bitches love to have me fuck them in the ass and how nasty they can be.” He thought.
As always, when he was finished, he ordered her to clean his cock. The taste of cum and her ass was not too pleasant to Debbie, but soon she would be craving that taste too as her degradation would soon hit warp speed. Jake had created a monster and she would spiral downward uncontrollably.
Jake got dressed and left without another word. Debbie stayed bent over her bed as the cum oozed from her ass and her pussy quivered with aftershocks from her orgasm. She had never experienced pleasure like that, and she didn’t want to wait to feel it again. She had missed out on that for far too long. She would soon be getting that pleasure as often as she could.
……to be continued.
“Fuck me you bastard. Make me cum. Fuck me harder.” She cried.
“You like that you dirty old slut? You want more of this shit.” Jake asked.
“Yes! Yes!” She shrieked. “Fuck my pussy harder.”
Jake continued his assault. Leigh’s body shook with each thrust. Her ass quivered and her tits swayed as they dangled from her chest. She came twice with two thunderous orgasms before Jake was ready to cum. As he felt it coming, he pulled out and flipped her on her back on the bed before he grabbed his cock and sprayed his load all over her stomach and tits. Leigh had never experienced that in all her sexual encounters, and it was stimulating too. Feeling his warm seed spray all over her was exciting. She rubbed it in with her hands and relished the feeling. Jake ordered her to sit up and clean his cock. Leigh was hesitant, but eager to please her new lover. She took his cock in her mouth and licked it clean. The taste was a bit odd, but the situation was moving.
Jake got dressed and left, telling her he would be back soon. Leigh lay back on her bed and took in the entire encounter. She couldn’t wait for the next time. So much for being in charge, she was going to be yet another slave to Jake’s magnificent cock.
For several days Leigh relived her afternoon with Jake. She got so turned on in the shower while soaping her body one day, that she just sat on the seat in the shower and fingered herself to orgasm twice while teasing her nipples and daydreaming of his cock. She had gotten Jake’s number from her son’s cell phone one night as he slept. She couldn’t bring herself to call, that night, but after cumming in the shower, she decided she needed his cock desperately. She dried off and immediately grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number.
As always, when Jake didn’t recognize a number, he let his voice mail pick it up. When the phone told him he had a message, he retrieved it.
“Hey cowboy, this is Mrs. Turner. I’m standing here in nothing but a towel, thinking about your wonderful cock. Josh won’t be home for a few hours if you feel lucky. Give me a call if you like.” Came Leigh’s voice in a sexy demeanor through the earpiece.
Jake had a decision to make. Go get laid, or make her wait? He contemplated it for a few minutes, and then he dialed the number. Leigh was lying on the bed naked with he towel open when the phone rang. She looked at the number and immediately her pussy began to flow. She picked up the phone, “Hey there cowboy.” This apparently was going to be her nickname for him. He wasn’t particularly fond of it, but accepted it because he had another play thing.
“You want my cock Mrs. Turner?” he asked.
“Oh my yes.” She replied.
“How bad?” he asked.
“Really bad.” She answered. Her pussy was hot and even more wet than before.
“Is your pussy wet thinking about it?”
“Yes.” She gasped.
“Play with it.” He told her.
Leigh slid two fingers in her steamy gash and moaned with delight.
“How wet is it?” he asked.
“Dripping.” She moaned.
“Imagine your fingers are my cock. Can you feel my cock in you drenched cunt?” he teased.
Leigh tried hard, but her fingers were no substitute for a cock. “No.” she whined into the phone in frustration.
“Then get your dildo out and use that. I want you to cum while I am on the phone.” He told her.
Embarrassed to admit she had one, Leigh told him she didn’t have one of those.
“Bullshit, all you horny old sluts have one, especially divorced one like you. Now go get it and tell me when you have it.” He scolded her.
Leigh went to her drawer and retrieved her dildo. It was clear rubber, about 9 inches long and not too thick, but looked exactly like a real cock. It had the capability to vibrate from a low hum to a high frequency. She returned and informed Jake she had it.
“Good, now you dirty old tramp, suck it like it was mine. Leigh took it in her mouth and sucked it feverishly. Jake could hear the slurping and knew she was really hot. “Put it in your pussy now.”
Leigh pulled it from her mouth and slid it in her dripping hole. She moaned into the phone.
“Fuck it like it was my cock you nasty slut! Make yourself cum, I want to hear it.” He demanded.
Leigh began to pump it in and out of her pussy hard and fast. Her breathing got heavier and her moans louder.
“Fuck that cunt Mrs. Turner, you dirty old whore.”
Jake’s talk only spurred her on. Harder and harder she plunged it into her pussy.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She cried.
Then she screamed out, ‘I’m Cumming!!!!” Her screams were primal and Jake loved to hear it.
When she had come down, Jake told her to clean the fake cock with her mouth. Leigh did as instructed. When she was done, Jake said, “I’m at your front door, come let me in, answer the door naked, and have that cock in your mouth.” Then he hung up.
Leigh was stunned. How could she do what he wanted? What if the neighbors see? On her way to the door, the thrill of being so risqué got to her and she flung the door open as instructed. Jake smiled and walked in the door. He closed it behind him and instructed Leigh to replace the fake cock with his. Leigh dropped to her knees and pulled out his cock and eagerly sucked his cock. Jake gripped her head and began to fuck her face and talk nasty to her.
“Look at you Mrs. Turner; you are a dirty old tramp, on your knees in your own house sucking on your son’s friend’s cock. What if Josh came in here now?” he asked.
Leigh just continued to suck him for all she was worth. The excitement of the whole situation was just too much. She wanted nothing more than to continue with whatever Jake wanted. She held onto his ass and helped force his cock all the way down her throat.
“That’s it, Suck my cock slut. Make me cum.”
Leigh was moaning with pleasure as was Jake when he felt his cock stiffen and his balls tighten. He pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her hair back exposing her face to the load of cum that was to spew from his cock. He stroked it and deposited it all over her tits, face and hair. Just then, they both heard a car. It was Josh. Jake played it cool. He pulled his pants up and watched as Leigh scurried down the hall, tits bouncing and ass jiggling.
The door opened and Josh walked in.
“Hey man, what are you doing here?” He asked Jake.
Jake explained he wanted to make it up to Josh for skipping out on him before the movie the other day.
“Where is my mom?” Josh asked.
“She said she had to go to the restroom.” He answered.
“I’ll tell her we are going, and I will be right back.”
Josh went to his mom’s room and spoke to her through the bathroom door, “Mom, I’m going to go to the movies with Jake, be back later.”
“OK honey, See you then.” She answered as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Cum covered her face, dripped from her hair and slid down her chest over her tits. She was a tramp she thought as she looked into the mirror, but at least she was a sexually satisfied tramp. She turned on the shower and stepped in to clean herself again.
Jake had Trish to take care of his needs too, so he ignored Leigh for a couple weeks. She called and he didn’t call back, he never answered the phone when she called. By the end of the second week, her messages were desperate and totally hot. He figured he had her worked up in frenzy now, so he could take her to the next step in his progression with old nasty broads. He would do this to make them more willing to do what he wanted, like fucking them in the ass. What he didn’t know, was Leigh needed no encouragement for that. She had done that before, and had really enjoyed it.
One night Leigh called and left a message that Josh was gone for the evening. Jake called and told her to get something sexy on, and he would be right over. Leigh liked lingerie, and had quite and array of stuff. She figured the way Jake spoke to her during sex, meant that he would be looking for slutty, so, slutty it would be.
When the door opened, Jake was pleasantly surprised. Even with the extra pounds she carried, Leigh pulled off the outfit quite impressively. She wore a black lace and dark purple satin one piece teddy with garter straps and a snap release crotch. Her tits spilled out of the cups and formed an inspiring canyon of cleavage that any man would love to dive into. The garter straps held up the black seamed fishnet stockings and her five inch purple stilettos made it all come together.
Jake’s cock sprung to life and he shuffled her straight to the bedroom. When he got her there, she flopped on the bed face up and pulled her heels to her ass and unsnapped the crotch, revealing her smooth shaven pussy.
“Come get it cowboy!” Leigh quipped.
Jake took his pants off and hopped on. He drove his rock hard cock deep inside her and both of them groaned with delight. He fucked her slow and deep, relishing the feel of her velvety love tunnel. Leigh pulled down the spaghetti straps on her teddy and released her considerably large breasts. She pressed them together with her hands and began to tease her nipples. They became hard and she torqued on them roughly. Jake just fucked her slow and deep while enjoying the show. It was not long before he was fucking her harder and faster and she was cummimg all over his cock. As she continued to ride his shaft while her orgasm subsided, Jake looked at her and said, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass now.” He was a bit surprised by her reaction.
“That sounds good.” Leigh told him.
Jake pulled out of her pussy and turned her over so she was flat on her stomach. He straddled her legs and told her to spread her ass for him. Leigh reached back and exposed her dark passage. Jake grabbed his cock and slowly drove it all the way into her. Leigh lifted her ass just a bit to get it as deep as possible. Then Jake leaned forward and rested his hands on the bed to each side of Leigh and began to fuck her in the ass with great speed and force.
Leigh just squealed with pleasure. Her ass rippled with each plunge into her bowels. She pressed against his trusts and encouraged him. “”I love it in my ass. I love your big hard cock pounding my fat ass. Give it to me harder.”
Jake just continued harder and deeper until he felt his orgasm coming. “I’m going to cum.” He announced.
“Cum in my ass. I want to feel your hot spunk in my ass. Cum for me.” She cheered him on.
Jake grunted and deposited his seed deep into her tight dark tunnel. Leigh came soon after as Jake was still pushing after he finished his.
Jake collapsed on top of her. A few minutes later he rolled off. His cock pulled from her ass and the cum soon began to escape. Jake didn’t even have the wherewithal to make her clean his cock. After both had fallen asleep for a while, Jake awoke and made his get away, not waking her, and slipping out quietly.
Several hours later, Josh came home and found his mom still in the same position. He couldn’t believe the sight of his mom dressed like that and obviously fuck silly. He covered her with a blanket and wondered who had been with her tonight.
“to be continued…”