by James Crow
Cory was brunette, tanned, a sexy fucker. She had lots of friends. And knew how to bat those lids. We made coffee. Cory had brought a bottle of brandy. And we’d taken our next day’s biscuit allowance and sat on the benches at the back where the waste cardboard was piled up. We nattered. We laughed. We watched the crane lifting the machine in. The guys manhandling it into place.
I want to make you come, Cory whispered in my ear.
We’d finished the brandy by then so my answer was easy. I’d like that.
She took my hand and pulled me behind a stack of waste cardboard, out of sight of the men working on the machine nearby.
Do as I tell you, she said and I almost came at that.
Yes.
Take your coat off.
My biscuit-brown work coat was horrible. I took it off gladly and dropped it to the floor, the brandy warming my tits nicely.
Take your jumper off, she said.
I peeled my jumper off.
And the tee.
I peeled the tee off too.
She looked at my bra. It was dirty-white, an old one that had been through the washer a thousand times. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. But a thrill ran through me as Cory touched her hands to my waist. Warm hands. She touched her lips to mine, told me I was beautiful.
She took a lippy from her pocket and freshened her lips bright red, then pressed her mouth to the shape of my nipple through the bra. She did the same with the other one. Left two red kisses behind from lips that were full, pouting. It was a real turn on. I wanted those lips between my legs.
She slipped her fingers into the cups of my bra and pulled them down. Sparks flew as her knuckles grazed my nipples. Then she tugged my bra down, roughly, and she pushed my tits together and sucked on them both at once.
‘Like this,’ Drew said.
My tits looked pale and tiny in his big hands. He squashed them together until the nipples touched, then he flicked his tongue at them.
‘Yes. Like that.’
‘And you came?’
‘Like a train. When she sucked them.’
Drew leaned into me, the tip of his stiff cock touching against my clit.
‘That’s cheating,’ I told him.
‘Only chance I got,’ he said and sucked both my tits into his mouth at the same time.
I almost closed my eyes to it, until the crow eased out of its too-small nest with a plop and hovered there. Caw caw it said, peering down at me.
I closed my eyes then.
The crows were out in force next day. I put it down to winter coming. Crows always seemed to caw when the skies were grey. But I was beside myself with excitement despite the weather, the drizzle rain. I skipped school for the first time in my life, knew right then I was gonna flunk my A’s. But my plan was foolproof. Mr Boots was mine.
I was at the tree an hour too early. It was barely light. I laid my prepared knickers by the tree, placed the folded note on top of them.
I watched from the bushes as Mr Boots read the note. He stuffed it and my knickers in his pocket, glanced around, and then left for his work.
I cried out as nipping pain tore through my tits. Drew’s mouth was bulging full. I don’t know how, but both my tits were sucked right inside and he was biting down, his cock pressing hard against my clit. I came with my fists thumping the bed and screamed again before Drew let go.
He was grinning, panting, blood on his lips, his chin. ‘Did you scream when she did it?’
My memories rewound to Cory. I told him I’d pulled her head into my tits. I’d pulled so hard and she’d sucked so hard, used her teeth. That’s when I’d came, biting down on her shoulder. My tits were bruised for a fortnight.
‘Did you fuck her?’
‘Not then. A week later.’
It was Friday night. We were at hers. There was a storm going crazy outside. Thunder. Lightning. The power cutting off and on. We’d lit candles and brought each other up to speed on our sexual conquests. She’s a looker, Cory. She gets the fit guys. I didn’t have much to tell her. I fucked squibs, mainly, if they’d have me.
So we changed the subject to fantasies. She told me she wanted DP and pegging.
I told her I didn’t have a fucking clue what she just said.
DP is double penetration, she said, a cock up each hole.
I liked that idea, hoped I’d get to try it one day.
And pegging?
That’s where I wear a strap-on cock and fuck you with it.
Yes please.
I told Cory how I wanted to fuck my teacher. Understandable, she said, I’d fuck him too. I also told her about Mr Boots. She didn’t believe me at first, but as the night wore on and I told her everything, it ended with one of Cory’s fantasies coming true.
‘She pegged you?’
‘Yes. Said my antics with Mr Boots turned her on.’
I’d shivered in those bushes, waiting all morning in the hope that Mr Boots would come at lunchtime. I figured he’d get a lunch break. And I figured he wouldn’t be able to resist my note.
Dear sir,
When you take your lunch, I’ll be waiting here naked on my knees.
I’m going to suck your cock.
No one will ever know.
I DARE you to come.
Danielle x
It was downright fucking silly. I’d realised that, shivering all morning, even though I was well wrapped up. And I was supposed to get all hot and naked? I almost gave up and went to school.
But I didn’t. I waited. And the shivers soon stopped when I saw him take to the path.
Now or never, I thought and stepped out from the bushes. As I stripped, I watched him down the path. He was walking slow. Real slow. Looking in the direction of the tree. He was going to do it.
What if he told me off? Gave me a lecture? But I had the feeling he wouldn’t do that.
I took up position behind the tree, down on my knees, legs parted, mouth open, hands cupping my tits. He’d never be able to resist that. Never.
His footfalls were soft. I heard them stop, and I made sure I was tweaking my nipples as he walked around that tree.
He stared at me.
I lifted my chin and stuck out my tongue as far as it would go.
I’m married, he told me.
Show me your cock, I said.
He dropped his bag, unbuttoned his overall. His cock sprang free. It wasn’t very big but it was hard as fucking rock.
He stepped up to me, placed a hand on my head and pushed his cock into my mouth.
A few sucks, that’s all it took. He’d pulled out as he came, staggered as spunk flew everywhere.
He shoved his cock away, grabbed up his bag and he was off like a shot.
Fuck me tomorrow, I shouted after him.
Cory fucked me with a candle then. I’d fucked her back. Sixty-nine on the rug by the fire. Lit candles all around us. And after we’d both came in each other’s faces, she went to her bedroom and came back with a strap-on. It was fascinating. Sitting on her sofa with my legs wrapped around her as she fucked me with a rubber cock. We took turns. I stayed the night in her bed. The first of many.
Cory bought me a present, a little black plug for my ass. Much better than a carrot, she told me. And it was.
‘You’re the filthiest bitch I ever met,’ Drew said.
‘You’re the fittest guy I ever fucked,’ I replied.
‘What about your mate’s DP fantasy? Did that come true?’
‘She never said.’
‘We could call her, have her come over.’
‘I’m not sure I want to share,’ I told him. ‘Besides, you need two cocks for DP.’
‘We’ve got two cocks.’ Drew was grinning at me.
I glanced between his legs, expecting the shrooms to have sprouted him an extra dick. But no, it was still there, hanging, one big fat cock.
He grinned at me. ‘The other cock’s tied up in the barn next door,’ he said.
Chapter Ten
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sp; It took a moment for the penny to drop. A horrible ugly penny that splashed into my gut with a hiss.
‘Colin?’
Drew nodded. ‘I met him when you were out.’
‘And you’re telling me now?’
Drew shrugged. ‘No rush.’
‘What did you do to him?’
‘Knocked his fucking lights out when the bastard got cheeky. He’s tied. He’s gagged. He’s fucking fine.’
‘How long was I out?’
‘Day and half.’
‘Well fuck.’
Turned out that while I’d been out, Drew had not only got us here, made me safe in his old bed, but he’d met Colin back at the Holiday Inn, knocked him out with a single punch, tied him up in the barn next door, then went shopping.
Drew put the camping stove on, made coffee, fetched my dress from the pickup along with pop, crisps, steak pies and way too many chocolate bars. We ate on the bed and discussed how to handle Colin.
‘How long since you tied him up?’
‘About a day and half.’
‘He’ll be thirsty. It’s been so warm.’
Drew shrugged. ‘Then he’ll be grateful.’
‘He might be dead.’
Drew laughed. ‘Then we’ll find another. You worry too much, babe.’
‘Is he good looking?’
‘I wouldn’t know, babe.’
‘Do you fuck boys?’
Drew took a while to answer. ‘No, babe.’
‘DP means your cock touching his, right?’
‘We’ll get high first.’
‘You got some weed?’
Drew pulled something from his pocket, dropped a handful of foil wraps in front of me.
‘What is it?’
‘Coke. You done coke?’
I shook my head no. I don’t know why I lied. I’d done it once. Cory had sprinkled it on her pussy as she called it. She’d sprinkled it on mine, too, then we’d sixty-nined. She told me to expect to feel strong, confident and the most amazing euphoria, and I felt it all the moment she buckled me into the strap-on. I fucked Cory’s brains out. And she did me good, too. The orgasms were like hot honey, they just kept oozing out of me. We fucked all night and into the next afternoon before we slept for a day.
‘You’ll ace it,’ Drew said.
‘Ace it?’
‘Fly with it, babe. Two cocks stretching you while the coke’s tickling your soul. It’ll be fucking heaven.’
‘Yeah, it will.’ I glanced up at the bird nest. No birds. No crows. And the hay on the floor had lost his shine. ‘Okay,’ I said.
He told me to lie back and hold my knees high. He stroked my cunt nice and wet and slicked up my asshole. Then he opened one of the foil wraps and carefully tapped out the coke around my exposed clit until it was a little snowy pile. He pressed his tongue into it and ran it all the way down to my asshole, stuck it in there and I moaned for him. He licked me up and down until the coke was all gone and my cunt was buzzing hot.
We swapped places and I spat on the end of his cock, sprinkled coke all over it, then licked all the way down to his dark little asshole, pushed my tongue in, and he moaned for me.
I couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to sit on it. I slid myself onto his cock and rocked back and forth, only it didn’t feel like a cock, it felt like the hand of God… my god. He was beautiful. And he was mine.
‘We need a plan,’ he told me, ‘for Colin.’
The how to get the most out of Colin plan he called it.
Just Kev said I wasn’t planned, just a dumb-fuck mistake. Your fuck-whore shit-bag mother’s cunt usually backfired and she flushed them. But not you, you twisted little bitch.
Mother had found the suitcase under my bed. Seventy-fucking-five, she said. She’d counted them into a pile. Seventy-five pictures of Cherry.
I told her it was my art project. She told me I was a lying cunt and ripped up every last one of those pictures. My cunting mother. I hated her. Wished for a knight in shining armour to sweep me up and take me away. And while he was at it, he could stick the bitch with his jousting pole.
Drew would look great on a white charger, naked apart from his boots. I was going to lick those boots.
Mr Boots didn’t show up the next day. I was certain he’d fuck me. I’d showered especially. Gave my pubes an extra shampoo. I’d sat by my tree and cried when he didn’t show. And when he didn’t show up for a week, I knew he’d changed his route. I thought of him with his wife. If he didn’t have a wife, then he’d fuck me. But I didn’t know where he lived or where he worked. I’d slipped up there. I wanted to knife her while she slept.
‘I love you so much,’ I told Drew as I fucked him slowly.
‘I love you too, babe.’ He broke another wrap and rubbed snow into the half-moon cuts on my tits.
Snow made me get the bus to school. I smiled for the first time in a while when I saw Mr Tinley. He was wearing boots. Doc Martens. Black ones. They trickled with icy sludge and my cunt filled up right there in front of him. I went from feeling cheated by Mr Boots to feeling ever so grateful to Mr Tinley. I knew right then I was going to shock him. Going to get him to touch me.
‘I love your tight cunt, too,’ Drew said, ‘do you think Colin will be a good fuck?’
I remembered seeing his dick pic. It looked small, or maybe average. And ginger pubes.
‘Probably not. What’s he like?’
‘A cheeky fucker.’
I didn’t have a class with Mr Tinley that day. I sat in the corner of the common room with my sketchpad and made a plan for the following day. My last class would be with Mr Tinley, and without any question I’d be staying behind. I made little drawings of what I wanted to happen, and as the day wore on, with more classes skipped, the sketches grew more daring. In for a fucking penny.
The following morning, I felt as high. I was glowing, powerful, armed with my daring plan, and at the very least I was going to get Mr Tinley’s fingers in my cunt.
I shampooed my pubes and used extra conditioner. Peering over my shoulder in the mirror balanced on the side of the bath, I used a red magic marker and wrote a message on my ass cheeks for Mr Tinley, feeling exceptionally pleased with the result.
I’d gone commando – no bra either – and wore a skirt despite the cold and the snow coming down outside. Mother slapping me up the head and calling me a fucking idiot as I walked out the door didn’t dampen my smile. I waved her bye-bye, and in my mind, I slit her throat and her blood hissed in the snow.
‘Your cock is amazing,’ I closed my fingers around Drew’s pecs, grinding my ass on him.
He placed his hands on mine and told me to squeeze as he fucked me.
I skipped all classes that morning. Sat in the common room with my little sketchpad, going over my crazy plan. As the time drew near for Mr Tinley’s class, I was getting panicky, starting to realise that my plan could go tits up. If he didn’t react like I wanted him to react, I could get expelled. But my A’s were fucked now anyway. I really didn’t give a shit.
You could also get arrested, said a voice in my head. Well, I decided, I would just have to make sure my plan didn’t go tits up. I would make sure I was completely and utterly irresistible.
‘I can’t feel the bed,’ I told Drew, ‘feels like it’s gone.’
‘Same,’ he said, ‘but I can feel your hot cunt and your nails digging into my tits. Do it harder, babe. Make me bleed when you come.’
At break, before Mr Tinley’s class, I went to the toilets, checked my ass in the mirror. The message looked good. My mantra for this plan was easy, In for a penny. If I wanted to be irresistible, there could be no holding back.
I fluffed up my hair, stroked lippy on my pouty lips that was the same shade of scarlet as the magic marker on my ass, and unwrapped two sticks of gum and put them in my blazer pocket. I was ready.
I sat at the back of the class. Mr Tinley was five minutes late. It was such a relief when he eventually walked in. He must have been o
utside because his cheeks were rosy and his Doc Martens left wet sludge marks on the floor, a sight that made my clit boil. An image flashed in my mind of me lying naked on the floor while he pressed his wet boots into my skin. My heart was racing now.
He pulled two easels to the front and clipped a big sketchpad to one of them, said that today he was going to demonstrate the art of foreshortening perspective. You never know, you may get a question on this in your exam.
He went to the store cupboard and came back with a print of an old painting, The Lamentation of Christ, he said as he clipped it to the empty easel.
The viewpoint was unusual, from the soles of Christ’s feet as he lay dead on a bed. This perspective of foreshortening the recumbent figure brings drama and realism, rather than idealism, he explained.
Also, he pointed out, see how the composition places the central focus on Christ’s genitals.
I wanted to paint Mr Tinley like that. And him to paint me. I was transfixed, almost forgot about the gum in my pocket and the fact I hadn’t opened my blazer yet. All I needed was the right opportunity. And that opportunity came when he went back to the store cupboard. I popped the two sticks of gum in my mouth, opened my blazer, checked that my nipples were showing through the fabric of my blouse, and waited with a thudding heart.
A shudder ran through me and my nipples tightened when he stepped from that cupboard with a two-foot metal ruler in his hand.
‘Spank my ass,’ I told Drew, raising myself up until the head of his gorgeous cock was poised between my cunt lips. ‘Will you?’
He reached behind me with both hands, slapped my ass hard, then grabbed both cheeks and pulled me down onto him.
‘I need to come soon,’ he said.
So I dug my nails in his pecs and fucked him.
Mr Tinley noticed straight away. Noticed I was chewing gum, then his eyes went to my chest, hovered there so long, it was such a thrill. He slapped the ruler in his palm, but said nothing.
When he turned his back to the class and used the ruler to compose the lines of perspective, I closed up my blazer.
When he faced the class again, I opened my blazer again, chewed my gum again. I even snacked at it once or twice but still he didn’t say anything.
