by Gayle Riley
Jill swallowed three loads of his hot cum before he grew soft inside her mouth and that’s when she felt Brandon’s cock slamming into her every two seconds. She screamed for him when Mike took his cock out of her mouth.
“Fuck me baby, I know you’re almost there, fuck me harder!” Jill screamed at him, feeling her pussy getting ready to cum again too.
Never had two men made her cum twice. There was a first time for everything and this was it with the two men. She would make sure she had them as many times as she could.
“This will be a good six weeks. You will love all I give you men,” Jill promised them as she watched Brandon’s cock slid in and out of her as fast as he could get it to.
“I don’t want to cum baby, I don’t want it to be over so. I want to fuck you all night,” Brandon gasped and groaned, closing his eyes and trying to keep control over his cock.
“Brandon please, my pussy is begging for you to cum. We will have more time together I’ve already told you this. The three of us will become close friends and we will meet up again even after you are gone from here. Please cum, please cum, baby. I need you.” She gasped out her own words, getting ready to release.
Brandon knew she couldn’t hold on much longer, he couldn’t either and it was time. It was time to give each other what they wanted.
“I’m going to fucking cum… God I’m going to fucking cum!” He shouted at her, throwing his head back and slamming into her pussy one more time.
“My pussy, God my pussy!” she shouted at him, feeling her pussy squirt for him and his hard cock that was shooting hot liquid into her inviting pussy.
“That’s it baby, you let that pussy squirt all it wants to. I want all of it, I want you,” Brandon told her. Wanting as much as her body could give him.
They whimpered and held each other as they came together. Jill was digging her nails into his back, raking them down his back and knowing she would leave marks on him. She had a wild side when no one was watching, no one knew what she did with the men she chose.
Every six weeks she found two men willing to keep their mouths shut and do what she wanted. She loved being single so she could try out the ones she wanted.
When they were satisfied, Brandon got up off her with a huge smile on his face. He held his hands down and reached up to grab them. He pulled her up to her feet and the three of them walked back to where they had started, where their clothes were in a pile on the floor.
“Were you serious about coming to see us in the morning?” Brandon asked her, knowing he was only saying those things in the heat of the moment.
“Yes, I meant every word. I want to have you men by my side for the next six weeks. You are great at the drills, and I have to add, you guys are great at drilling me.” She laughed, putting her clothing back on.
“This will be our little secret, I love how naughty you can be,” Mike told her, getting his clothing on and seeing that Brandon was doing the same.
“Don’t you worry baby, I know how to keep a secret and you don’t know just how naughty I can be. You both will find out soon that there’s no limit to what I can do to please a man…or two.” She winked at them and walked out of the gym, they followed as they ended their night with smiles on their faces.
THE END
(Back Page)
The women were waiting outside for them and fell in line when the boys came out of their cabin running at Jill’s pace.
“This will be the easiest part of your day!” Jill shouted so that everyone could hear her.
“Yes ma’am!” They two groups shouted together.
Jill had a tight smile on her face when she saw that Mike was running beside her keeping the line in check. She glanced over at him and could see that sweat was already forming on his tight, white, shirt.
She was happy that her team made it through the first drill, they were huffing and puffing but they had made it through and she was proud of them.
“All right, now to eat. Don’t worry about going to take a shower because we don’t have time for that. We will be out all day, we will be working so hard that you will not want to do anything but sleep after dinner.” She explained to them when they got back to camp and they headed for the dining hall.
“You must’ve impressed her keeping up with her the way you did.” Brandon whispered to him as they took their spots in line.
“You two glued to the hips I see. I don’t mind teaching the both of you.” Jill winked at Mike and it shocked him she was listening in on their conversation..
Bonus 16 of 30
Alive
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When he walked into my math class, I was pissed at him. Dean took over the teaching position after my father had passed away, who I still missed whenever I walked into that class. And Dean’s presence only reinforced my loss. I lashed out.
Dean wouldn't take any attitude from me. What started as animosity between us turned into something much more significant and compelling. I couldn’t walk away even if I needed to.
He wanted to discipline me.
I wanted to obliterate him.
Except he was my teacher.
Forbidden
Yet…
Tempting.
Chapter 1
“Lily.”
I glanced up guiltily, jolted from doodling a flower vortex on the corner of my loose-leaf notebook. I was supposed to be paying attention to Romeo and Juliet, but their supposedly love story was boring and useless. Dying uselessly over love.
That coupled with the fact that my best friend, Kate, puking her guts out at home over the tacos we ate over the weekend, made for a boring day.
I couldn't wait until my next class, math. Math was my favorite subject. Next year, I was entering college pursuing a degree in mathematical economics. It was made even better with my dad teaching me.
“Yes, Mr. French?” I said, as I stared up at him.
Yeah. Mr. French was teaching English. That never got old, I thought as I chuckled inwardly.
He looked at me sympathetically, “Lily, please go to the principal’s office.”
“Why?” I shrank further in my seat when the students around me started to ooh me. I didn’t do anything wrong, as far as I knew. My dad would be terribly disappointed in me. He’s been a patient and loving dad, but he guarded his professional life sacredly. I couldn’t mess that up for him. So I was extra careful about how my actions could reflect on him.
“I’ll write you a hall pass.” He ignored my question and placed a blue slip on my desk.
Curious and glad to leave the class, I packed up my books and bag while subtly giving the middle finger to whoever was still laughing at me.
I ran out of the class and down the staircase before Mr. French could reprimand me.
I was careful about my actions but that didn’t mean I didn’t fight back subtly.
Now I wish I was more prepared when I entered the principal’s office.
One month later
I stared glumly at the clock hand, desperate for this class to be over. The students milling about faded as I focused on the second clock hand. Two more minutes. The substitute teacher was droning on about the theorems and proofs.
The teacher that was teaching calculus was not my dad. My dad was not writing on that whiteboard. Once what used to be my favorite subject turned to something I couldn’t get away fast enough from. I barely spoke in class or participated.
We’ve had a substitute ever since my dad passed away.
A stroke while driving, veering the car into oncoming traffic.
The heartbreaking news was that the cause of death was trauma to the head, not the stroke. Only if he hadn’t been driving the car. He could have lived another day.
He was stolen from me too early. There were many years that we could have spent together.
“Before the bell rings, I wanted to let you guys know something. It’s been a pleasure to be your substitute teacher under the circumstances. I’m sad to say that t
oday is my last day subbing for you all. Tomorrow, you’ll meet your new math teacher, Mr. Carter. It was a pleasure teaching you.”
The bell rang.
The students clapped in farewell to our substitute.
I couldn't bear to look at him so I walked out.
Chapter 2
I settled in the back of the class. Away from prying eyes and any chance of being called upon.
Everyone was chatting away or on their smartphones. I kept my head down and read my book. A hush fell as the noise slowly quieted. Everyone sat up and pulled their notebooks out on the desk.
I looked over to the front of the class to see Mr. Carter plop his briefcase on top of his desk as he looked over the class.
I swore a collective sigh was heard.
He was too handsome to be a teacher and too young to be a teacher. Too rugged to be a teacher. He sported a beard and it was trimmed close making him sexier. Black hair that was cropped short on the sides and longer on the top. His skin was tanned from the sun. His hazel eyes were commanding as he took in the class.
The effect was devastating.
And I didn’t like the way my body reacted.
“My name is Mr. Carter and I’ll be your teacher for the rest of your senior year.” He turned to pull out the attendance sheet from his briefcase. “Let’s do a roll call.”
“Adam. John. David.” He continued to call upon each student until he stumbled upon my name. “Lily.”
When he heard no response he looked up, searching for me. He was about to mark me absent but the students had turned around to stare at me, giving away my much needed anonymity.
“Ms. Lily, I don’t have time for childish antics. Please make yourself present when I call upon your name. Let’s try this again. Lily?” He stared at me, expectantly.
Something about him made me want to do the exact opposite of what he asked me. I wanted to make it difficult for him. He wasn't supposed to be there.
He had permanently taken the position that was my dad’s. Everyday his presence would be a constant reminder of my dad’s absence.
I craved to do something bad.
“What if I don’t want to make myself present?” I challenged.
“I would tell you that you’ve forced yourself to the top of the list where I will be forced to call upon you for every answer.”
“I won’t answer them.”
He turned to address the class. “There will always be one idiot who will stand randomly, make stupid jokes and be a troublemaker.” He lets his gaze roam over me. “I’m assuming that will be you?”
“I’m not the one standing.” I retorted.
Pin drop silence followed.
Mr. Carter was quiet for a few moments. “You think you’re so smart. Which you can be and will be. But right now, I’m ten times smarter than you.”
“I’m zero times smarter than you.”
Ooh-ahhs surrounded the class.
The students watched the exchange with fascination.
“It’ll be remiss of me to not to send you to the principal’s office, then,” he answered.
“Been there. Done that.” That was the closest I had come to acknowledge that horrible, world-tilting day in the principal’s office. “Try again.” I responded with my chin in the air.
It was a flicker but I noticed it nonetheless. He wasn't pleased. His hazel eyes glowered. He didn’t like that I challenged him especially in front of the class. I brought his authority into question.
I had him pegged. He was the domineering type and everyone had to bow to him.
“Don’t try me, Ms. Lily.” His sleeve stretched as he pulled his wrist to check the time on his watch. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to remind you who is the boss.”
I snorted with an air of derision. “Are you even old enough to be a teacher?” He looked to be in his early twenties.
His gaze bore into me, trying to bend me my existence to his will.
I stared back, defiantly. I wouldn't cower to him. Nor bend to his will.
He broke the heated stare down. “Old enough,” he murmured. That murmur tingled down my spine. That murmur promised retribution.
The thought excited me more than it should before I shook my head.
He decided to start the class lesson while I sat there on my phone. The class settled into the daily lesson about triangles and I continued to play on my phone, uncaring of what was going on around me.
About fifteen minutes in, my phone was snatched out of my hand. “Hey!”
“You aren't taking notes.” He tapped one long finger against the notebook I had placed just for ceremony.
“I don't need to.” I gritted my teeth. All the teachers had left me to my devices after my father died. In sympathy and pity.
Mr. Carter never seemed to have gotten that memo.
“I don’t tolerate childish behavior,” he stated. He glanced at the phone in his hand. “Candy Crush is more important than passing?” He raised one eyebrow.
I laughed, derisively, folding my arms across my chest. “I don’t just pass. I have the highest grade in the class.” I stated, arrogantly, locking eyes with him.
I was fucking smart.
“You may have. But you have yet to take my test and quizzes. Don’t be so overly confident. And since you deemed my lesson as easy, I’m simply going to have to make them harder for everyone.” He pocketed my phone and walked away.
Groans ensued from the class. The students grumbled around me, shooting me nasty glares.
I shrugged. I wasn't speaking hyperbole. The math was too fucking easy.
The substitute spoon fed them every answer.
We’re taking calculus, not freshman algebra. It was supposed to be challenging.
Chapter 3
After class, I went up to the front of the class to grab my phone. Mr. Carter was erasing the whiteboard. During class, he took his suit jacket off and his bulging biceps would distract me whenever he exerted them.
Like now. I could keep staring at him.
I stood there silently waiting for him to notice me. He took his time to acknowledge me—erasing the whiteboard, packing his markers and eraser into his briefcase, and shuffling all the papers in a single file.
Finally, a few minutes later, he walked around the desk to where I was standing, stopping a couple of inches before and leaned back on the desk.
The air between us was charged and electric.
The thrill of sparring with him excited me.
I was confused with the visceral reaction my traitorous body was experiencing for the first time.
My nipples poked through my thin bra. Stubbornly, I blamed the cold draft coming in from the window.
In response, his eyes flicked down to my chest before raising his eyes back to mine. I shook my head, unsure of what was happening.
We were in a stare down. I was intensely aware of his bare forearms when he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt.
I broke the stare, pushing my palm out, silently. He knew what I wanted.
He looked at my outstretched hand and raised his eyebrows.
Mr. Carted was going to have me break the silence.
“I need my phone.”
He smirked. “You will not get it until the end of the day.”
“What? Why?” I sputtered.”That’s insane.”
“I will not be challenged. And to answer your earlier question, I’m twenty-five.”
“You can’t just take my phone. It’s not yours.”
“Tell you what. Apologize and I’ll give it.”
“No.” I glared at him
“Okay, then.” He straightened and turned halfway to grab his briefcase.
I sighed and closed my eyes. “Fine. Sorry.”
What can I say? I couldn't live without my phone.
He flashed a smile at my quick capitulation. “See. That wasn't so hard. This is the start of a great relationship.” He pulled my phone out of his pocket and passed it to me. "And I wanted
to take this opportunity and build on that relationship. I'm sorry about your dad. Life is cruel and you didn't need to bear that at such a young age." His voice was contrite and his eyes were sympathizing.
He was truly sorry as far as I could tell. Too bad he didn't know that I hated sympathy. It's the reason why I haven't let anyone console or come up to me. I've built a wall around me that screamed fuck off.
I walked away. “It's the start of the worst relationship of your life.” I threw back over my shoulders.
He seemed to understand that I didn't want sympathy, pity or be coddled. I wanted it as I gave it to people. Straight.
“Okay, then. Glad we got that out of the way. The next time you disrespect me in front of the class and try to undermine me, I won't be as kind and forgiving.”
“Okay, Mr. Carter.” I said in a sing-song voice over my shoulders as I continued to give him my back. This wasn't the last of what he was going to hear of me. He was in for a rude-awakening.
My steps faltered. I swore I heard him say ‘fuck me’ when he got a look at my ass.
He was my teacher.
I was his student.
I had to have imagined that.
The charged air surrounding us when we were in the same room meant nothing.
It couldn't.
Chapter 4
Kate and I were settled in my bedroom watching TV, scrolling mindlessly through the channels when she suddenly bursts with, “I think I’m going to break up with Simon.”
I gasped in horror, “What? Why? You guys are sickeningly and sweetly in love”
“Exactly! We are sickeningly sweet. I want passion, drama and I-I don’t know!” she stuttered. “I want someone that needs me like water and oxygen.”
“That love is only found in movies and books. It isn't real, Kate.”
“It’s possible. Zack and I have that,” she said softly.
I fumbled. “No, Kate. Tell me you didn’t cheat on Simon.” Sweet Simon who worshipped the ground she walked on. He loved Kate as much as an eighteen-year-old could. We had become a threesome, Simon becoming a great friend to me.
