Completely ignoring his wife, who was instantly engaged in small talk by one of the other old girls, Mr Sloane sidled up to Jeanie. ‘Can I help you?’
‘Maybe,’ Jeanie twirled a skein of hair provocatively in her fingers and gave him her most heavy-lidded look. ‘Why, you’re Mr Sloane, the physics teacher, aren’t you?’
‘Yes. I can’t quite place you though. What year was it?’
Oh no. She wasn’t going to make it that easy for him. Besides, he might start to remember and get frightened away. ‘Mr Sloane, wow. You’re still looking so good.’
‘I am?’ The old letch was as flattered as a parading peacock. He straightened himself and ran a finger through his thinning hair.
‘Absolutely. I’m sure old pupils come up and tell you this all the time, but, guess what, I had such a crush on you.’
‘That’s interesting.’ He wiped a little bit of spittle from the side of his mouth. She could see the old bastard falling – hook, line and sinker.
She wrinkled her nose and toyed with the top button of her blouse. Like a dog sniffing at a bitch, his eyes lit up. ‘And do you know, it hasn’t weakened at all with the years. In fact, if anything I’d say it was stronger.’
He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. ‘Really. A fine young woman like you looking at an old has-been like me.’ He took her arm, all over her like a rash, and directed her towards the dark passageway which ran alongside the science block. ‘Would you like to see some of our new classrooms?’
‘Actually,’ she giggled girlishly, hoping she wasn’t laying it on too thick. ‘I’d really like to visit the old lecture theatre, the one right at the top of the building where you used to do most of your lessons. I remember watching you. We could sort of re-enact how it used to be. With you on the stage, and me sitting in the audience looking up at you, wide-eyed with admiration.’
‘That would be fun, my dear,’ he leered. ‘Let’s do it.’
In the lift, she deliberately stood close to him, her shoulder almost touching his arm. He looked hot, slightly sweaty, as if he couldn’t believe his luck. She had to get him ready and this confined little space was ideal for the purpose. She breathed out, her full breasts like ledges. ‘Is it me, or is it really warm in here?’
His eyes strayed down, and his tongue came out of his mouth and licked his lips. ‘Yes, my dear, I think it is.’ Mr Sloane’s eyes bulged like a goldfish’s as she undid a button on her blouse exposing the black lace of her bra and the very tops of her nipples.
Jeanie looked up at him and smiled. ‘I often dreamed you and I might get stuck in this lift.’
It was all he needed to make the first move. Tentatively she felt his hand slide over the rounded globes of her taut arse. ‘We might get stuck in it today,’ his voice was thick with desire.
‘Maybe,’ she said moving her legs open slightly, knowing that he wouldn’t let it pass his notice. His breathing was becoming grainy now, ragged with lust.
‘You have the most delectable bottom I have ever seen on a young woman.’
She stuck it out and wiggled slightly. ‘I’m glad you like it. Get down on your knees and you can have a sniff.’
‘Yes, there’s nothing I’d like more,’ he grunted, kneeling down on the floor. First he fondled both cheeks in his bony hands. Clumsily he then grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, revealing the eye-filling sight of Jeanie’s behind in her tiny purple thong. Her arse thrust in Mr Sloane’s bristly face, and her purple suspender belt strained to hold up the flesh coloured stockings on her long shapely legs. She hoped he liked stockings because very soon, although he didn’t know it, he was going to find himself tied up securely with them. He dipped his face in, roughly pulled her bum cheeks apart and sniffed, snorting like a pig.
When she felt he’d had enough to drive him insane, Jeanie pulled her skirt down and said, ‘I think this is our floor. Let’s go into the lecture theatre and we can have some real fun.’
He scrambled after her as she entered the double doors that led to the huge hollow room. ‘This is the spotlight, isn’t it?’ she said, flicking on the switch and bathing the stage in light.
‘You remember things well.’
‘Oh yes, I remember every minute of one particular day we were in here.’
‘Come with me onto the stage,’ he said, ‘that way I can see you better and give you what you really want.’
She winked at him, as if he was the most desirable male in the whole human race. In her large handbag, the bamboo cane she had carefully selected for the job bumped against her leg, sharp and hard. The room was silent, you could have heard a pin drop.
Jeanie placed her handbag on the table where she could grab it easily and stood behind it, just out of Mr Sloane’s reach. She tossed her blonde locks and plumped her lips, thick with shiny gloss. ‘I’ll bet you like to play games, don’t you, Mr Sloane?’
‘I don’t get much chance to play nowadays. My wife is a tad cold. In fact she’s as icy as Antarctica.’
‘Poor you,’ pouted Jeanie.
He started to edge around the table and Jeanie darted away. ‘I’d like to play very much,’ he grinned, his beady eyes alight with desire.
‘OK then. We start with you watching.’ With that, she lifted her skirt so he could see her stocking tops and her muff, and placed her hand over the front, rubbing it suggestively. He was getting satisfyingly hard, she could see, as he pressed himself against the other end of the table, the slimy toad. His tented trousers displayed a tiny wet bubble. He was nearly ready.
Slowly and deliberately, Jeanie undid her suspenders and rolled the long stockings down those endless legs. Mr Sloane’s mouth dropped open.
‘Come here,’ she breathed.
‘Anything for you my dear. Anything to please you.’
She waved the stockings at him as he came nearer then said, ‘Give me your wrists, you’re going to be my slave.’
‘Oh God,’ he crooned, ‘make me serve you.’
‘Take your trousers off,’ she ordered.
‘Yes, yes.’ He fumbled with the button and the zip, pulling them hastily down. ‘Now your pants, and your shirt.’
His eyes goggled at her with the sheer joy of thinking she wanted to see his spidery body. As if. He was even more repulsive naked than dressed.
The arrogant bastard obviously thought he was God’s gift standing there with a hard-on which jutted out like a pistol.
She smiled, backing away as he tried to touch her. ‘No, no, just you wait, your reward will come in a while’, and slid the still warm stocking over his wrists, tied them tightly, knotted them and led him to the hard metal bracket anchored into the wall on which the whiteboard was secured. It was perfect. He wouldn’t get away from that, no matter how much she thrashed him.
Now was the time to get him really worked up. Bit by bit, she undid her buttons, watching his staring eyes drinking her in. In a second she was standing in her bra which barely held her ample breasts. He stood trembling before her. ‘Take off your skirt,’ he croaked.
She almost laughed out loud, who did he think was giving the orders here? Humour him, just for one minute more, she thought. In a moment, she was standing there in just her thong and high heels. His hands tied mercilessly behind his back, he strained forward to where she stood just out of reach.
‘Come here,’ he said, ‘let me lick you.’
She picked up her handbag and walked over to him. He kneeled down, his face in line with her beautiful scented muff and stuck out his tongue.
‘Not so soon,’ she snarled backing away. A look of fright sparked in his eyes as he peered up at her from his kneeling position. His ramrod erection stayed taut with excitement.
‘You don’t remember who I am, do you?’ She paced around him.
‘So many girls pass through here, I couldn’t remember them all could I?’
She brought her muff closer to his face and put down the bag with the cane nestling in it. The thought that
she and only she knew it was there filled her with a feeling of power. Complete, total, utter power.
‘I’ll bet you remember the name Jeanie Powell, don’t you?’
Mr Sloane frowned, wrinkles scarring his forehead. He moved uneasily on his knees, obviously in some discomfort. Good. ‘Jeanie Powell. That does ring a … you, you’re Jeanie Powell?’ The look of uncertainty turned to one of terror.
‘It’s coming back now, isn’t it? That day, when you told me off for losing my homework. You said you wanted to make an example of me. Remember it?’
‘I … yes, but you were a naughty girl, you were …’
‘Shut up.’ Jeanie’s magnificent breasts heaved with indignation, her nipples rock hard with excitement. ‘I’m not interested in hearing you justify yourself, Mister Sloane. I take it you remember how you told me off in front of every single person in class. How you decided to make me squirm. Remember, remember what you did?’ She paced in front of him.
‘Sort of.’
‘Well, maybe, if you lick my shoes, you’ll remember better.’
‘I hardly think …’
‘Do it.’
‘I’m the one used to giving orders young lady.’
‘Not any more,’ said Jeanie and pulled out the long hard cane from her handbag. ‘Lick them.’
He stared at the cane, a look of defiance in his eyes. ‘No.’
Sharply, she brought the cane down on his skinny backside. As he shot forward with the pain and squealed, she noticed his prick get even bigger. ‘Oh I see,’ she said smoothly, ‘you like that do you?’
Insolently he stayed silent. She pulled her arm back, to its longest extent and brought the cane crashing back down on his arse. It made a cracking sound that made her heart race. He was whimpering now.
‘Lick my shoes.’ He looked up at her, his face red with resentment and gingerly put out his tongue. ‘That’s it,’ she cajoled, stroking his feeble little buttocks with the cane and imagining his arsehole tweaking in anticipation. His tongue darted out like a snake and licked. ‘Faster.’ The faster he licked, the more turned on she became. Gradually, knowing he was watching her, she pushed her finger inside her damp thong and started to whisk. ‘I’ll bet you’d like to stick your finger in here, wouldn’t you? Bet you’d like to get your tongue in too.’
His eyes lit up in anticipation. ‘Bet you thought that’s what was going to happen when we came up here. Trouble is, Mr Sloane,’ she said, rubbing away at her clit, feeling it swell and throb, ‘I remember what a foul piece of work you were. I remember standing on this stage as a poor, ungainly ten-year-old and hearing you tell everyone how ugly I was. How stupid and ungainly, how pathetic I was and how I’d never amount to anything.’ As Jeanie spoke, she watched his face, an expression of mingled desire and horrified anxiety. Fingering herself and watching his dick swell almost to bursting point, she thrust her muff near him, grabbing his hair in her hand and yanking him close while her finger darted in and out. As she watched with total satisfaction, his tongue darted towards her, desperate to get a taste, but she yanked him back. In one juddering movement, she came over her busy digit and, pulling it out, wiped her sticky juices all over his face.
‘Now, it’s your turn.’
Again, he didn’t know what to think. Again, she had him totally in her power. He struggled, his wrists rubbing red and raw. She bought the cane up again, thwack and watched both his mouth and his dick twitch. Again it came up and again, sharply on his trembling buttocks. One more should do it. Again, she pulled back, her breasts bouncing with the effort and slammed the unyielding length of bamboo against his buttocks just as his prick exploded, firing hot sticky come in a jet across the stage.
His prick jerked, and shuddered and died, shrinking back till it was almost invisible.
‘I’ve waited a long time for that,’ she said, slipping her underwear, top and skirt back on. She installed the cane back neatly in her handbag and started to walk away.
Exhausted, hardly able to speak, unutterably miserable, he cried out, ‘Stop. Untie me. Please, I beg you. You can’t let them find me like this.’
‘Why not?’ She asked, strolling away. ‘That was all part of the plan.’
As she walked through the double doors which led to the lift, suddenly, she heard a quiet but distinct round of applause. There, leaning against the wall in the shadows, having seen everything through the tiny glass window in the door, was Lee Sheffield, a wicked grin on his face. Jeanie flushed pink at the discovery. Would he tell? Would she get done for assault? Would he rush in and release Mr Sloane?
‘That was the best bit of theatre I’ve seen in a long time. Jeanie, isn’t it?’ She looked down and saw that his crutch was swollen with a magnificent hard-on.
She smiled a wicked smile and realised that frigging herself hadn’t nearly satiated her throbbing desire. ‘Are you up for some fun too?’
‘Sure’, he said, ‘but I think we’d better go to my flat. I like to be in control when I’m around naughty little girls’. So saying, he took her bag with the cane hard inside it and led her away into the dark starless night.
Two’s Company
by Georgina Brown
The bedroom door was ajar. Soft, creamy satin covered the bed. The pillows were also of satin.
The last rays of sunset picked out her head on the pillow, her hair a bluish-black against the creamy shine of satin.
On the other pillow he saw blonde hair. At first he caught his breath and felt a huge surge of anger. She had been unfaithful to him, she who had promised not to sleep with any other man unless he was present. This one had his arm around her and was vaguely familiar.
In a sudden rush of recognition, he knew it was no man lying there, but her best friend, Gloria. Both girls were asleep and doubtless naked. But to him it didn’t really matter if two girls had been playing at being lovers. Una had not betrayed him.
Spellbound and clad only in his trousers now, he stared at the two beautiful women, their creamy arms thrown across each other.
Suddenly, he was smitten with the enchantment of the scene. His heart became full of love, his body full of desire.
There could be no course of action open to him except the one he had in mind. Imagine, he thought. Man’s greatest desire, to be in bed between two women. The thought made him shiver. He asked himself whether they were likely to protest. He couldn’t know for sure.
Test the water.
It was all he could do.
Silently, he stepped out of his trousers and what remained of his clothes.
Penis standing proud and ready, he stepped forward and got onto the bed. They murmured something as he began to edge between them, snuggling down under their entwined limbs. As he did so, he sighed loud and long and closed his eyes. If it was good to go to sleep with a woman’s body up against his, it was even better when it was two women in the bed.
‘What?’ Una said it slowly, blearily, and opened her eyes. ‘Ben! What are you doing here?’
He smiled in what he considered a disarming way. ‘I wanted to see you.’
He had wanted to say ‘fuck you’, but decided on the softly, softly approach. Mr Romance, here I come!
His strategy obviously worked. Her body came closer, pressed against his. Her arms encircled him and her lips were on his, on his neck, on his chest.
Gloria, Una’s friend, stirred behind him, her strong perfume drifting over his shoulder.
He felt the thick bush of her pubic hair against his buttocks, felt her lips on his shoulders.
‘Honey,’ he heard her say in a sleepy voice.
Gloria did not usually do anything for his libido, but this was an exceptional circumstance. He murmured with pleasure as the warmth of their bodies pressed more positively against his. By his presence alone, he had ignited some unseen fire in them. Their torsos undulated against him like waves against a beach.
‘Keep doing that,’ he murmured. ‘Keep doing that for ever.’
Their han
ds seemed to be all over him at once. He felt he was drifting away on a tide of sheer decadence. Pleasure had become a magic carpet ride.
One female hand cupped his balls, while another pulled on his stem. Their other hands caressed his chest, his belly, and their lips landed like butterflies on his mouth, his neck and his chest.
They were pulling on him, urging his member to dance with the advance of rising semen. He was at no pains to stop them. His throat was dry, his voice trapped in his throat.
He was still lying on his side when Gloria’s free hand began to caress his behind. As she did this, Una raised her leg, bent her knee and rested it over his leg. Her pussy came closer. Her sexual lips opened, and her mouth clamped swiftly over his.
Springing like a creature from cover, his prick leapt forward, its head nudging into the fleshy crack between her thighs.
It was so easy, so delicious to slide into her. With a thrust of his pelvis, half his weapon gained entry. With a second thrust, his whole length filled her body. His pubic hair rasped against hers.
All the while, Gloria’s hand caressed his behind and crept into the gap between his legs to play with his balls.
The sensations from this were incredible. Gloria was manipulating his balls, not just for his benefit or her own, but also for that of Una. As Gloria’s caresses became more positive, his whole body seemed to surge into Una, his penis swelling under pressure from what was happening within and without.
Every vein in his neck felt as if it were bursting. Every fibre of his being was helpless in their hands.
Just when he felt he had reached the zenith of their ministrations, Gloria’s finger ran down between his cheeks and jabbed fiercely at the aperture between. He cried out, his back arching, his pelvis thudding against that of Una.
It was as if he had been speared; as if he was no more than a monkey on a stick dancing to someone else’s tune.
His essence spurted out of him. Even if he had wanted to hold it back, to play for time until Una had reached her orgasm, he could not have done so.
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