Taking Innocence - 12 Erotic Tales of Lost Innocence

by Jade K. Scott

  Or was it just a fantasy? Something Karen had made up to keep herself amused?

  Her mind was drifting again. Mr Wilson had been talking and she hadn't taken a word in.

  He paused, staring at her pointedly. It must have been obvious that her attention had wandered and now he was pissed off with her: end of a long day and he gets the daydreaming mum who keeps making him repeat himself.

  "Sorry," she said. "It's been a long day. For both of us. You must be exhausted."

  That broke through the irritability, and he smiled again. "Shit, yes," he said. "Long, long day. And here I am at the end of it, running late, talking rubbish and boring the pants off you."

  She raised an eyebrow, and he looked away, embarrassed. "I mean... Well, it's been a long day."

  "So," Karen said, "shall we cut to the chase?" She paused, waiting for him to nod for her to continue. "I've already spoken to Mrs Carter, Mr Parkes, Ms Malik, and two others whose names have already escaped me. I've read the reports. I even talk to my daughter. She's a straight A student in most subjects, and I know she is in English because she's never out of a book. She could do even better with a bit of work and I've already agreed with her that I'll be more closely involved with her studies. Her father hasn't been around for years, but her home is a happy and stable one. Is there anything you can tell me, or that you need to know, which might make a difference, or shall we both just call it a day?"

  He'd been smiling throughout her little speech, and now, as she paused for breath, he shrugged and said, "Well, you've just saved us about five minutes of platitudes. Thank you. And no, there's nothing more, so I suggest that I walk you back to your car and we really can call it a day."

  Karen stood, and so did Mr Wilson.

  She smiled and reached across the desk to shake his hand.

  But then, in that split second as he hesitated, something mischievous took over and she leaned forward, took hold of his tie and pulled him towards her over the desk.

  His expression changed from that easy smile to sudden shock, those dark eyes widening, that smile fleeing, and then her mouth was on his.

  His lips were soft, his stubble short but dense, almost like velvet.

  His mouth tasted of spearmint as he tried to pull away, but she had a tight hold on his neck-tie.

  Then he stopped fighting, started to respond, and one hand went up to cup her left breast.

  And then he pulled away, and this time she let him go.

  He stumbled back as she released his tie.

  "I... I'm sorry," Karen told him. "That was bad. It just came over me. I don't know what–"

  "It's okay."

  "An old fantasy, I guess," she went on, still feeling the need to explain, as if that would make it fine. "Snogging the teacher, that kind of thing."

  "And that makes it all okay?"

  Karen looked down, embarrassed, then realised he had been joking, trying to deflate the sudden, awkward tension.

  "You were going to walk me to my car?" she said, just wanting to get away. It was sweet of him to offer, but she was sure he must be regretting it now. "I could just find my own way..."

  He put an arm out to usher her from the room. "No, no," he said. "Someone needs to escort you from the premises."

  He was joking again. She smiled. She just wanted to escape, and she desperately hoped her rash behaviour wouldn't have repercussions for Gemma.

  Mr Wilson guided her into a side corridor she would never have taken, and a few seconds later they emerged in the big auditorium. "Just through here and we're at the car park," he said.

  She put a hand on his arm. "I hope... well, I hope that little rush of blood to the head isn't going to cause any problems?"

  His hand on hers was reassuring, tender. "Of course not," he said. "It's gone. Forgotten."

  "Forgotten?"

  There she went again! Opening her big mouth, just when she'd managed to extract herself from an awkward situation.

  His lips... how had she thought they were soft before? They were firm, hard, pressing hungrily against hers.

  He had one hand under her jaw, cupping her chin, the other at her hip, pulling her body towards his. Then that hand on her jaw slid down her neck, sliding inside her jacket to cup a breast again, his thumb finding the nipple.

  It was Mr Valentine all over again: snogging the teacher, his hands wandering over her body, exploring, his cock growing hard against her.

  Only Mr Valentine had been a fantasy, and now here, Mr Wilson, he was real. Very real.

  Finally overcoming her surprise at his move, Karen moved her hands down to his hips, pulling him firmly against her, grinding that hardness against her belly.

  He pulled away, taking her hand. "This way. Away from the door."

  He led her up onto the stage, over to one side where the piano stood, half-hidden from the auditorium by the stage curtains.

  She almost lost her footing, and came to lean against the piano, her face pressed against the polished wood. His hands found her hips, and then he was grinding hard against her arse. She fumbled for the zip at the side of her skirt, undid it, let it fall away, and without pause he had yanked her lace knickers down to her ankles so she could kick them clear.

  For a moment she wondered what he was doing, and then she realised he had gone down on his knees behind her, and then his hands were on her buttocks, parting them. She bent further over, presenting herself to him, and his tongue started to sweep across her pussy, starting at her clit, working its way through the folds of her labia, and ending with a sweep across her buttocks.

  Each time he found her clit she felt a bolt of pleasure, and then as he licked up across her pussy lips that stab of pleasure expanded and deepened, spreading in a heady surge through her body.

  He started to drive his tongue deep into her cunt, his chin grinding against her clit, and she thought she was going to come just from that.

  For an unknown time she had forgotten where she was, had even forgotten who was doing this to her: all her awareness was focused on that tongue as it worked her cunt.

  Then she opened her eyes again and remembered where she was. The school auditorium. On stage!

  On stage being tongue-fucked by Sir...

  §

  There was someone else there.

  Standing in the doorway that led out to Reception.

  A man in a blue suit, standing there, watching...

  So bad! So bad to be caught... like this... at her daughter's school.

  "Erm..." She didn't know what to say. "Mr Wilson." That sounded so wrong! "Mr Wilson, there's someone..."

  Someone closing the door behind him and moving deeper into the auditorium for a better view.

  She recognised him. Mr Parkes. Mr Fucking Hotty. Boy band guy. All the girls in class fancy Mr Hotty.

  Now he stood at the foot of the stage, at eye level with her bare arse and Mr Wilson's head. The English teacher was still unaware that they had been discovered, his tongue still probing and twisting deep in her cunt.

  She had to stop him. Stop him now. Try to rescue the situation.

  Or...

  She forced herself to straighten and turn, to push Mr Wilson back as he tried to resume licking at her pussy.

  "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now."

  And all the time, she kept eye contact with Mr Parkes. He was grinning, now.

  That was when Mr Wilson spotted his colleague. He jumped a little, then relaxed. "Hey, erm," he said. "Looks like we've been caught..."

  Karen dropped to her hands and knees, facing Mr Parkes, offering her arse to Mr Wilson again. "Fuck me," she repeated. "Now."

  She heard him fumbling with his clothes, then he was on his knees and his hard cock was pressing against her pussy lips. She hadn't seen his dick, had only felt it straining against his trousers, but now it felt huge. Its swollen head parted her labia, stretching her cunt wide as it drove home.

  Slowly, slowly, he slid in. She kept thinking he must stop, but still he pushed fart
her, and then, finally, he was balls-deep inside her, starting to twist and grind. And God it felt good! It had been a long time.

  "I said fuck me," she told him, and then he started to thrust, short and hard, keeping most of his length buried inside her.

  Then she added, "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to him." With a nod of her head she indicated Mr Parkes, who still stood watching them.

  He raised his eyebrows in question, and she nodded again.

  Climbing onto the stage, he came to stand before her, then dropped to his knees. Leaning down, he took a handful of her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her, hard and hungry, his tongue filling her mouth, his lips pressing hard.

  With his free hand, he undid his trousers, slid them down, and then he released her hair so he could use both hands to slide his white shorts down to his hips.

  His cock sprang out towards her and instantly she wrapped one hand around its shaft and started to pump, sliding its engorged, wet head across her face, her parted lips. Tossing her head forward, she rubbed his cock through her hair, then pulled back until its head was against her lips again.

  And then, finally, as Mr Wilson – such a turn-on that she only knew them by their teacher-names! – continued to fuck her hard from behind, she took Mr Parkes' cock in her mouth and sucked him deep until he was pushing against the back of her throat and it was all she could do not to gag.

  She held him deep, tightening and relaxing her throat so that it squeezed the head of his cock, over and over again. Her grip on the base of his shaft was tight, and now she pulled back a bit so she could wank him, loving the way the skin moved over his hard dick and the way the head of his cock pumped inside her mouth with each movement of her hand.

  Behind her, Mr Wilson suddenly jerked and then held himself deep inside her, his grip on her hips deliciously painful. She could feel his cock throbbing in her cunt, and for a moment she thought he was coming, but then his grip eased, the tension ebbed away, and he started to thrust again, slower this time, as if he was savouring every sensation on that cock that had so nearly come.

  "Time for something a little different," she said, and with a wiggle of her hips she pulled herself away from Mr Wilson, feeling a rush of disappointment as his cock slipped out of her, even though she knew what was going to come next.

  "Here," she said, gesturing to the English teacher. "Side by side, on your knees."

  When they were in position, she took one cock in each hand and started to slide slowly up and down their shafts. Mr Parkes' was long and slim, and incredibly hard; Mr Wilson's was a good length too, and so broad! She couldn't close her hand around the shaft, and the head was even more impressive, like a small child's fist. No wonder it had felt so incredible when he had first entered her!

  They both kneeled back, watching her face, watching her hands on their cocks, eyeing up her semi-naked body – she was still wearing her unbuttoned blouse and bra.

  "Closer," she told them, indicating what she meant with a tug on each dick.

  They shuffled closer so that they were pressing together, side by side. She pulled again, and they turned to face each other, almost, but not quite, touching.

  Slowly, she continued to wank them.

  "Ever done anything like this before?" she asked.

  They didn't answer, because as she spoke she pulled them harder so that the heads of their cocks pressed together, sliding against each other, wet with her juices and their pre-come. Mr Parkes' gave a long sigh, and Mr Wilson just looked surprised before pushing himself forward with a thrust of his hips.

  Closer together now, she was able to hold their dicks so that the undersides were against each other for much of their length, sandwiched between her hands. Now she started to wank them, a two-fisted wank, her grip squeezing both shafts together, making their heads slide against each other.

  "I wanted you both to fuck me," she said, "but now..."

  She forced her head between them, her mouth open, her tongue out, seeking, and the heads of both dicks started to glide across her lips, her tongue, her chin. She wanted to suck them both at the same time, but they were just too big, so she settled on sliding them across her lips and tongue, occasionally dipping down to take one cock in for a deep suck.

  A hand on her back – she didn't know whose – which she took as a sign that things were getting close. Eager, she squeezed them together even more firmly, sliding them against each other. Her mouth open, first one head then the other dipped in, then she paused, holding them tight, and began to dart the tip of her tongue in between the two heads, hitting the sensitive underside of the glans of both of them in a single movement.

  That was doing it!

  The two of them were tense now, gripping her arm, her hair, one hand running down towards her bare arse. She pushed her tongue into that space harder, faster, and then there was an explosion of wetness across her tongue, her lips. She managed to swallow some, and the rest just ran down her face and over those two hard cocks.

  She pushed them apart then, her hands still working them.

  It was Mr Wilson who had come first, his fat cock still twitching and pumping in her hand.

  Impatient now, she steered Mr Parkes so he was lying on his back and, still gripping Mr Wilson's softening dick, she mounted the History teacher. At first she was content to slide along his shaft, but she needed more, so she guided the head of his cock towards her opening and then, slowly, slid down on him until she was impaled on his hard dick.

  As she did this, she felt her own orgasm beginning to build almost immediately. She pulled Mr Wilson closer, then, and dipped her head to take his softening cock into her mouth again. Now she could swallow him whole, savouring that very different sensation of a soft, fat dick in her mouth. As she sucked, another spurt of semen escaped him, and then one more.

  Holding Mr Parkes deep inside her cunt, she started to grind, working her clit against his pubic bone, enjoying every sensation of having his cock deep inside her. Then she pulled away from sucking that soft cock as the intensity built and there was that first tightening deep inside her. As her cunt throbbed with orgasm it felt as if her whole body had been electrified, everything suddenly so much more intense.

  For long seconds, all she was aware of was that throbbing in her cunt, squeezing on Mr Parkes' hard cock. And then, just as her orgasm began to subside, Mr Parkes gave a sudden thrust and she felt a liquid explosion deep in her cunt as he climaxed.

  §

  "So, Mr Parkes. Mr Wilson."

  She shook each of them by the hand in parting. They had both walked her to the car park.

  Then she turned and called for Gemma, who was loitering by the gates with a group of her friends. "Come on, Gemma. Time to go."

  The group of schoolkids broke out into a series of hugs, then finally Gemma came over to the car.

  "You've done well, Gemma. Shall we get a Chinese?" Her daughter's face lit up then, suddenly transformed from surly teen to child again.

  Then Karen turned to the two teachers. "Thanks again," she said to them. "I might call you later in the week to talk about that revision plan. Okay?"

  They smiled and nodded and said their farewells, and then Karen got into her car, her cunt still wet with come. Before she drove off, she took one last look at the looming buildings and decided that coming back to school wasn't such a bad thing after all.

  Virgin Girl

  By Jade K. Scott

  Copyright 2013 by Jade K. Scott

  Chapter One

  Lila was heartbroken when her mother was killed by a drunk driver. They’d been very close, and Lila was devastated. For weeks, she could barely get out of bed. It should have been an exciting time for her. School was out, and she had the whole summer to look forward to. But her mother’s death was a dark cloud that shrouded the poor girl like a deathly shadow she couldn’t escape. She hadn’t even left her room on her birthday.

  One night, Lila emerged from her bedroom and padded softly down the carpeted h
allway into the darkened living room. A soft blue hue flickered from the television, barely illuminating Jack, her stepfather, who lounged comfortably on the sofa in his boxer shorts.

  “Daddy?” Lila asked, wondering if he was still awake.

  “Lila!” he answered, thrilled to see her outside her room. He sat up and made room for her on the sofa.

  “What are you watching?” she asked, sitting beside him.

  “An old movie,” he answered. “It was one of your mother’s favorites.”

  “Oh, I remember this one,” Lila said, her voice faltering at the memory. “We watched it together when I was about eight.”

  Lila’s eyes stung harshly, and the bridge of her nose began to tingle. She bit her lip and tried to contain the flood of tears she knew was imminent.

  “Oh, Lila,” Jack whispered, seeing the glistening in her eyes. “Come here.”

  Lila moved closer to Jack and buried her head in his strong chest. She felt his strong arms wrap around her, and she relaxed. His embrace was warm and comforting, just as it had been for as long as she could remember. She nuzzled her soft cheek against his bare chest and she felt his arm strengthen around her.

  “I miss her so much,” Lila whispered.

  “So do I, honey,” Jack said softly.

  A tear squeezed out of Lila’s eye and slowly crawled down her cheek, dripping into the soft patch of hair on Jack’s chest. She missed being a child. She missed sitting in his lap watching movies with him and her mother. She climbed slowly into his lap and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “I love you,” she whispered into his ear.

  Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room was thick was tension. Jack shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat.

  “What’s wrong?” Lila asked, her glistening blue eyes searching his for answers.

  “Nothing, honey,” he replied, avoiding her gaze by glancing at the television.