My Teacher, she's a SYT

[JEMMA]

An hour later the demure school teacher stood on the neighbour's step, shivering in spite of the clement weather. Kevin answered the door with a grin, ushering her through into a lounge that was not dissimilar to her own but in reverse. She was shocked to observe that her school boy tormentor was not alone. An equally, if not even more geeky kid was perched on the edge of the sofa, wearing spectacles and a goofy expression. "This is my cousin, Nigel," Kevin announced.

"You never said anything about..." Chloe began.

"Shut it," Kevin snapped.

Chloe lowered her head instinctively. "Sorry."

"SORRY? Sorry what?"

"Sorry SIR."

Kevin allowed himself a satisfied grin, taking a seat next to his cousin. Nigel looked young and under developed, surely no older than his mid teens, but Chloe was assured that he was 18. It occurred to her through the myriad of grotesque thoughts circulating her head that these two had probably reached adulthood without seeing a woman naked, other than on the Internet or in a porno mag. In many ways she could be seen to be providing a valuable service. At least that was what she tried to convince herself, to justify this madness to a rapidly eroding conscience. "So, what is it you want today, Sir?" she asked meekly.

Kevin looked on thoughtfully, like a kid in a sweetshop who'd found a banknote. He took a minute to consider the options. "Okay, do a striptease for us."

Chloe cringed, not so much at the request itself as the implication. She'd hoped they might take turns at screwing her, satisfying their urges and in the process losing their cherries and then let her be. It would be a quick release. Or that was what she'd hoped. As it was, this had all the hallmarks of a lingering torture. The pain showed on her pretty face. Kevin shook his head, sighing. "Miss Cunt, if you're not at least going to make it look like you're enjoying this, we're going to have to hurt you. Understand?"

The mere threat jolted the pretty teacher and she forced a smile that radiated over to Kevin. "That's better. You see, if you play ball and be a good girl, all this will be over – today.

Chloe regarded him quizzically. "Today?"

"I'll delete your picture and destroy the CCTV tape, and that'll be the end of it."

Chloe's lips curled upward in a genuine yet uneasy smile. Could she afford to believe him? Was this just another one of his games to give her false hope before snatching it away again and leave her broken? She had to believe for, right at that moment, it was all the hope she could cling to.

"Get on with it," Kevin commanded, growing ever impatient.

Chloe stole a huge breath. Must make this good, she told herself, turning away from the boys so her back was to them. I must make them cum quickly. I could be out of here a free woman by midday. The joy gave her a rosy glow.

Running her fingers through the tangle of hair, she bobbed her head from side-to-side and as if getting into a routine. Leaning forward, her peachy arse bobbled in the air, a hint of lace displayed as the short skirt rode up to the tops of each thigh, contented sighs audible from the appreciative audience on the sofa.



Against her better nature, this whole scenario was proving to be less detestable than she'd envisaged. Actually she was getting quite into it. "You like my bum?" she enquired seductively, lapsing into the character of a dirty stripper with relative ease.

Looking back through her legs, she licked her lips, before repeating the question. "I said do you like my bum?"

"Yesssssss," rang out the chorus of approval.

Chloe placed her palms flat on the carpet, giving her arse a good wiggle. The skirt fluttered, riding higher to expose more panty lace. Gripping her ankles she continued to writhe from side to side. Slowly the sexy blonde ran her hands up each calf, letting out a contrived gasp of lust.



"She IS one HOT bitch, you were right," commented Nigel, speaking for the first time.

"Mmm, she's the HOTTEST bitch in school," Kevin concurred.

Almost involuntarily Chloe's pussy twitched at the words. Hands caressing and moving upward over her calves, she continued to pant in mock desire. Finding her thighs, the gasp reached a crescendo. Through the gap in her legs she could see the bulges in their trousers quite clearly. "Don't mind me, boys," she mouthed hoarsely, licking her lips. "Feel free to get those lovely BIG cocks out."



Both grinned, glancing at each other for validation before wrestling zips down. As Chloe's fingers reached the apex of her thighs and disappeared inside her skirt, two rock hard pricks were unveiled. Tentatively their fists wrapped around each shaft in unison, stroking gently.

At the same time Chloe moaned with the first semblance of genuine arousal as her fingers made contact with the crotch of her moist panties. Gently she pushed against the cotton crotch, barely parting the lips, teasing and pleasing herself whilst purring seductively.

Pirouetting around, she faced them, their fists easing up and down their shafts to reveal a pair of glistening purple domes. "Mmm, you dirty little boys," she cooed, the scene undeniably arousing, even if they were two geeks.

Hands at her navel, slowly Chloe began to unbutton from the bottom up, taking supreme care not to rush things. The blouse parted to reveal a soft pale stomach. Both lads looked on in awe. The blouse was then despatched to unveil a lace clad bosom that heaved ever so slightly as she cupped at it. Eyes fixed upon Kevin's groin she couldn't fail to notice his fist speed up a notch, the foreskin blurring. Pushing out her elbows then pulling them back in against the sides of her pert breasts, the lovely teacher made a hot cleavage. She imagined the boys would love nothing better than to get their hard pricks lost in that soft ridge of taut flesh. Chloe blew hard, the whole scenario unreal yet so arousing.

Reaching back down, Chloe worked a pair of thumbs inside the waistband of the skirt, shuffling it at her hips whilst gyrating to some imaginary tune in her head. She had to keep reminding herself that she was some cheap stripper, a dirty slut. Oh God, yes, I'm a dirty fucking slut, she repeated over and over in her head until she believed it. Gradually the miniskirt eased free and down her shapely legs, pooling on the floor at her feet. Lifting one, she kicked it free.

Clad in just a bra, panties and heels, the gorgeous blonde was a rare sight to behold, a mix of coquettish school girl innocence and a teacher's experience. Willing it to go on forever, Nigel's strokes began to slow noticeably, stemming the urge to cum too quickly. Kevin, on the other hand, masturbated with carefree abandon, precum leaking from the eye and down the greasy purple knob. Evidently Chloe was pleasing him.

Hands caressing her ribcage, Chloe continued to tease before reaching behind to unclasp the bra, letting it loosen around her breasts. Working down the spaghetti straps, they cascaded off her arms until the bra was held in place by gravity and a pair of nipples that had sprouted at least an inch. Chloe reached up to toss back her blonde mane, working through her fingers like sand.

As the bra shifted and threatened to fall at any moment, the tops of Chloe's areolae were exposed. Catching hold of each end, Chloe shifted the bra back and forth across her breasts like a born stripper, chafing the edge of each erect nipple. Panting, she let it slide away and down her torso, twisting around just in time to conceal the bounty from the eager teen eyes. Damn, they'd turned her into one hot tease.

Shaking her bum in the boys' faces, she shuffled closer until they could smell the scent of arousal emanating from between her legs. "Touch my arse, Nigel," she suggested.

Gingerly the geeky school boy extended a hand, palming the flesh and quickly pulling it away like he'd touched a hot radiator. Chloe smiled broadly. It was difficult to know who was forcing who.

Turning around once again, she stood statuesque, facing the boys with a hand touching each opposite shoulder, cross-like over her chest to keep her breasts covered. Both boys were puffing like steam engines by now, wanking furiously. Chloe smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth. "Mmmmmmmm, cum for me boys," she purred.

Both looked close to exploding yet were trying to hold on for dear life. "Here they are, boys, my gorgeous tits," she announced, lowering each arm to reveal a pair of breasts that stood proud and firm with cherry ripe nipples.

The exquisite sight proved all too much for one of the virgin school boys. Nigel came hard, the moment marked by a triumphant grunt, spunk arcing as he aimed for his belly. A second wave followed and he fell back exhausted, spectacles misted.

Kevin maintained eye contact with his teacher's breasts, mentally ravishing them until he too could contain himself no longer. An impassioned groan and another belly flooded with seed. And Chloe still had managed to keep on her heels and panties!

A few pulsing heartbeats elapsed before Kevin regained his composure and control, leering across at the onlooking Chloe. "Well, don't just stand there, slut, clean us up."

Chloe winced.

"DO IT! Every fucking drop."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."

Humbly she dropped to her knees, hesitating momentarily. Sensing her reticence, Kevin wrapped his fingers in her hair, pressing her face down to his gooey tummy. Chloe felt the stuff inhale up her nose and coat her lips as she fought to breathe. When Kevin's grip eased, her tongue lapped at the sticky pool like a thirsty kitty. She circled, vacuuming up the surplus, ensuring every stray splash was consumed and his stomach left spotless.



Without further prompting she took the softening cock in hand, feeding it into her waiting lips and sucking the head clean. Glancing up, she looked for approval. Kevin issued a silent nod.

Shuffling across on her knees, Chloe did likewise to Nigel, suctioning up the creamy deposit and giving the head a good suck to ensure it was as clean as his cousin's.

It was only then that Chloe realised that SHE craved relief like never before. They couldn't leave her like this. It wasn't fair. Her heart was pounding against her exposed breast, her cunt was throbbing and her pussy was stuck to the crotch of the panties like glue. Fuck me Kevin, give me what I need, her brain was crying out. Please, please, please put out this fire in my aching loins. Chloe crashed down into the space between each boy.

Kevin seemed to read her mind, indicating to the flaccid cock on his belly. Reaching over, Chloe palmed it, stroking and trying to nurse it back to life. Yet even for a young man with boundless energy it was too much to ask. "Oh God I need to cum so bad," she whined.

Reaching aside she took each boy's left hand, placing them on her crotch and groaning at the mere touch. It was like an electric shock to the groin. Never before had she felt so wanton. "Please," she begged, before the tone became more insistent.

Forcefully she pushed each set of fingers inside the crotch of her sopping panties, using her own hand to guide Nigel's fingers to her button while Kevin's slid in and out of the oily groove. Her juices greased their slender fingers and she mewed like a cat on heat. Gradually each boy got the idea and Chloe was able to take away her guiding hands to concentrate on twisting and pinching her pulsating nipples. "Oooooooh," she moaned, consumed with lust. "Deeper. Finger my hot cunt."

She grinned as the sensations found their way to each cock, slowly inflating like limp party balloons being filled with air. Soon each cock was hard once more and Chloe took them in hand, stroking and squeezing, eliciting a volley of moans and a heightened bout of attention to her cunt. Up and down pummelled her fists, in and out plunged their fingers, all working in unison. "Now fuck me," she pleaded.

"After you've had 15 cocks up there," replied Kevin dismissively.

Chloe blushed.

"Dirty sluts like you don't deserve our nice clean cocks."

"Oh God, make me cum with your fingers then," she ordered, pumping their cocks like crazy.

Suddenly her body jerked and the orgasm struck like a bolt of lightning to the pussy. "Ooooooooh," she growled, before screaming, her body jerking crazily. "Oooooooh."

Almost immediately her attention to those hard cocks had the desired effect on each boy. She lowered to receive Nigel's load in her mouth, swallowing the swollen cock, feeling the eruption at the back of her mouth and the trickle of cum down her throat. Kevin stood up to milk his wad in her face, fist blurring at his midriff. Chloe was drenched in cum, swallowing eagerly before pulling each lad to her, their cheeks on her heaving breasts. Sleep came easily.

[Truthful]

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[JEMMA]

When Chloe awoke, the sky outside was fading to grey and Nigel was gone. Kevin had showered and applied perhaps a little too much aftershave for Chloe's tastes, its scent oppressive. She kept a tight lip however. "The last part of the deal," he confirmed. "Then you're a free woman."



Chloe looked over, enquiring with her eyes. "We're going out on a date," the school boy confirmed.

A date? Chloe suppressed the urge to show any hint of emotion though the very thought made her skin crawl. What if she was seen out with Kevin by other pupils? Or worse, by other teachers?

"You've an hour to get ready for me. Go get yourself cleaned up and wear the sluttiest outfit you can find."

"And then after tonight you'll let me go?"

Kevin issued a little nod of confirmation.



"No, no, no, no, no," sighed Kevin in exasperation as he opened the door. "Not nearly slutty enough."

And Chloe thought she'd chosen well in the tight yellow halter, grey pencil skirt and calf length black leather boots.

"Now lift your halter."



Still on the doorstep, Chloe did as ordered, allowing Kevin to unclasp the bra. He smoothed the halter back down, brushing the schoolteacher's attentive nipples. "That's better," he confirmed. "Now, your panties too."

Chloe grimaced but obeyed, letting him hook them over her boots. "Perfect," Kevin drooled. "We'll catch the bus into town."

Chloe followed subserviently to the bus stop where a grubby looking chap in his late 50's or early 60's leered as she leaned on the shelter. She resembled a hooker touting for business. Instead of shame, however, all Chloe felt was a warm, wet feeling between her legs.

The bus pulled over and Kevin targeted one of the long seats near the back that faced another. It meant Chloe had to face whoever sat opposite, in this case the unkempt pensioner from the bus stop whose eyes now seared into her like a branding iron. As she shifted uncomfortably in the seat, the pencil skirt rode up her thighs, giving the old guy a spectacular view of the teacher's gazelle like legs. The mere thought made her nipples tingle and inflate inside the yellow halter, whilst her pussy continued to throb.

When Kevin's hand reached over to her bare thigh, she very nearly came. His fingers extended to ease them apart. Stealing a glance over, Chloe saw the senior citizen opposite leering back, a bulge noticeable at the front of his trousers. Accidentally-on-purpose he dropped his bus pass. With a heave, he levered himself out of the seat, joints creaking. On his knees on the floor, he could see right up Chloe's little skirt and into her juicy cunt, its lips quivering. Fumbling for the pass, he salivated, before climbing back into the seat, nursing a painful erection. A stain on the front of his trousers demonstrated where the blunt cock head had made contact with the cloth.

Furtively he reached inside his pocket, playing pocket billiards, feeling the unaccustomed stiffness and stroking himself through the layer of material. Though she tried hard not to, Chloe couldn't help but gaze. Her pussy was aching for relief and she was fast becoming an insatiable sextoy.

By the time the station came into sight, the wet patch in the old man's trousers was two inches wide and growing. He may even have cum. Chloe herself having become somewhat aroused found that her pussy lips were soaking, and she was glad to stand and let the skirt ease back down her thighs. In a gentlemanly manner, the old man indicated to let her go first, his politeness met with a smile from the cute young schoolteacher. However, his motives were quickly revealed to be less than gracious as the exodus from the deck of the bus caused a sudden bottleneck. Chloe groaned as the old man pressed into her bum. She could feel his warm fetid breath on her neck and his excited cock rub against the crack in her arse cheeks. As the queue shuffled forward, the filthy old timer gave Chloe's arse a good prod.

Outside in the warm air, Kevin grinned evilly. "Excuse me, sir," he said, voice raised slightly.

The pensioner turned, fear in his eyes and a look as if to say – who me?

"You were looking up my girlfriend's skirt on the bus, weren't you?"

"N-n-n-o," the pensioner stammered, taking off as fast as his old legs would carry him.

In turn, Kevin bowled after him, tugging Chloe by the wrist. Soon they were alongside. "Oh yes you were," said Kevin accusingly. "You're a dirty fucking pervert."

The pensioner shuffled on, continuing to protest his innocence. Fearful he was going to be assaulted, he tried his best to shake them off. The bizarre pursuit took the trio down an alley and to a dead end. Old hands with dirt encrusted fingernails were raised in defence, though Kevin's intentions were less than malevolent. "Get your dirty old cock out," the school boy commanded. "And as for you bitch, teasing this poor old guy on the bus like some cheap slut..."

Chloe blushed as the schoolboy pushed her down on her knees. "Now suck the dirty old fucker's cock."

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[JEMMA]

Frightened the younger man might turn violent the pensioner unleashed the shrimp-like organ, wrinkled and shrunken by fear.



Kevin repeated the order and grudgingly Chloe took hold of the soft shaft, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger.



A couple of strokes and it began to expand, restored to the former glory of the bus. Chloe drew back the polo neck foreskin to reveal a shiny bloodshot head, glazed with sweat. And oh did it whiff. The pretty school teacher gagged before it had even touched her lips. Squeezing her eyes tight she took the tip onto her velveteen tongue, closing her mouth and sucking. The initial taste threatened to cause a wave of sickness to rise but she overcame the urge, letting her tongue tip tease the eye.



Chloe allowed the shaft to enter the warm recess, working the uncut foreskin up and down with her lips. A hand rose to gently jerk the shaft, causing the old man to growl with pleasure, perhaps the first time that ancient dick had felt a feminine touch in decades. Kevin grinned, offering compliments and goading her on. In the space of two days, Chloe had become one hell of an accomplished cocksucker. "Now fuck the filthy slut's face," he commanded.



The old man didn't need telling twice. Chloe gasped as the cock head was thrust deep into her tonsils, her nose buried in a mesh of wiry, malodorous pubes. Grunting, the pensioner banged his cock in and out like he was pumping up a bike tyre.



A dozen strokes later, he pulled out sharply, face contorted, fingers pinching at the base of the knob in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable. To no avail, the pressure merely served to intensify the resultant spurt, like a knot of trapped water trapped water breaking free from a hose. For an old guy he certainly had plenty to give, unloading years of neglect into Chloe's waiting mouth. There was so much spunk it spilled from the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

Milking the last drops from the eye with his fingers, the pensioner smiled, pulled up his drawers and was gone, scuttling back off down the alley like a scolded cat.



When Chloe had caught her breath, Kevin helped her up. "You know what I'd like to happen tonight?"

He leant over to whisper in her ear, leaving Chloe shocked. "You mean you've never...? Never even thought about it?"





"Never Kevin, no. Oh God, the thought makes me..."

Though now he came to mention it... Chloe felt a little tingle in her loins.

[JEMMA]

The bar in town was just starting to get busy when they arrived, Chloe's scanty apparel drawing lecherous looks. The pretty blonde blushed and wasted no time heading to the toilet to freshen up. Quickly she washed off the remnants of the old man's cum from her cheeks and chin. During the blowjob her eyeliner had bled and she resembled a dirty little whore. Oh my, had she really walked across town and through the bar looking like that? There was little she could do about the streaks of cum on the halter, the lesson of school the previous day well remembered. Though deep down she had to confess it would look good wet and clinging to her heaving breasts... No, Chloe no, she told herself, no you must keep such thoughts to yourself. Likewise, the stain on the front of the skirt from the overflow of juices from her own aroused cunt was pretty much ingrained. Why oh why had she chosen to wear revealing grey?



Back in the bar, Kevin was waiting with a bottle of Becks. Chloe necked it swiftly, cleansing the fetid taste from her tongue and trying to get drunk enough as quickly as possible so as not to care. "I hope you're enjoying our date," mused Kevin.

Chloe forced a smile.

"Let's play pool," he suggested, handing her a cue. "You can break."

As Chloe bent down to address the table, the skirt rode up over the tops of her thighs, some lower arse exposed. It was only then that it dawned upon her that she was wearing no panties. Tugging awkwardly at the hem, she tried to right the situation but to no avail. Behind she could hear onlookers whispering about her and could feel their eyes on her. As she broke purposefully, the balls scattered around the baize and the skirt flew up to expose her most of her butt. Reaching quickly, she wrestled it back down again.

"Mmmmmmmm nice," rang out the call from the bar, and she wasn't sure whether they were admiring the break or her arse.



Having potted another ball, she missed an easy shot, issuing an annoyed pout as Kevin took over at the table. The schoolboy potted a brace before missing a long shot, the white coming to rest right on the top cushion. That meant Chloe had to back into the guys at the bar in order to play the shot. Wincing as she bent, her butt bobbled, mere touching distance away.

Early evening still, the men somehow managed to resist the temptation to reach out, nonetheless enjoying the view as the skirt rose upward. Chloe played the shot without thought, simply to get away as quickly as possible from the leering eyes. The balls ricocheted around the table and the white went down.



Kevin shook his head solemnly. "You should take more care. Lose this game and as a forfeit you're going to get fucked by every guy in the bar on the pool table."



Chloe whimpered. Yet the threat had the desired effect and, with Kevin fluffing his two shots, in a show of steely determination she potted her way to the black. Steadying as her arse wiggled seductively at those that were now three-deep at this end of the bar, the pretty blonde despatched the eight ball in the bottom left pocket. A cheer rang out and guys clambered over each other to get their money down.





"Winner stays on," confirmed Kevin, heading off to the bar to get more drinks in.

A slicked-back hair guy won the battle to be next on, pushing in the coin, balls rattling in the chute. Chloe used the time to compose herself, embarking upon a brief tour around this end of the bar. Attracting ever less subtle stares from those congregated at tables around a small empty dancefloor, she smiled back demurely. God, it seemed every man in here wanted to fuck her brains out. She kind of regretted not losing the game of pool. Spotting her wandering aimlessly around the circumference of the dancefloor, the DJ issued a welcome: "Hello, pretty lady."

Chloe blushed before ambling back to the pool table, cue in hand.

This guy was a good player yet clearly of limited intellect. In an eagerness to win, he denied those at the bar an opportunity to feast upon Chloe's exposed nether region. Moreover, he didn't even claim a peck on the cheek for the victory, let alone the good grope to which the victor should be entitled. Must be gay, thought Chloe, the beer going to her head surprisingly quickly, testament perhaps to the fact she'd eaten little other than cum all day.



She startled as Kevin crept up behind, his warm breath on her neck, a hand smoothing the curve of her rump. "It's time you entertained us. Get that sweet arse on the dancefloor."

Chloe looked around open mouthed. "You want me to dance in front of all these people?"

"Yes."

It was almost like an out-of-body experience as the delicious blonde glided to the centre of the small dancefloor, twisting and twirling, sheer adrenaline making her sway in time to the upbeat lilting music. Those watching from the sidelines soon became unfocussed blurs. Gyrating sexily, she pouted as the neck of the beer bottle pierced her lips.



It wasn't long before she was joined by another girl who'd somehow been cajoled into action. A brunette of similar age with a tight bob haircut, she resembled Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago, dancing at a safe distance whilst making occasional eye contact. Naturally the glances turned to little smiles and Chloe found herself responding. Before she knew it, they were brushing one another, giggling like little girls. All too soon that turned into dirty dancing for the benefit of the predominantly male audience. "Hi I'm Leah," said the other girl.



Chloe introduced herself, glancing over to Kevin for approval. Watching intently he nodded silent permission for her to continue. Indeed, the bulge in his trousers suggested he was enjoying the show as much as any of the other onlookers and Chloe recalled the request from earlier in the alleyway: "I want to see you with another woman tonight."



The thought both frightened and frilled Chloe in equal measure. She'd never really given it much thought but would be the first to admit that the term 'bicurious' she'd seen in magazine articles intrigued her. After all, that meant 100% exposure and Chloe was all for maximising potential.

The DJ provided the catalyst to get the evening moving, ironically by slowing things down. The new girl Leah took up a position behind Chloe, her chin resting on the blonde's shoulder, hands at her hips, grinding seductively. From his vantage point, Kevin had the perfect view as the brunette's hands caressed Chloe's ribcage and elevated to cup her breasts. Lost in the moment, Chloe moaned, arching her back. Elsewhere among the onlookers, cocks were starting to twitch uncontrollably inside briefs and boxers. "You want to get out of here, honey?" whispered Leah.

"Yesssssss," Chloe enthused.

Leah led her from the dancefloor, past Kevin who nodded sagely. The guys grinned but made no attempt to follow, locked up by their manly inhibitions. It was only Kevin that went after the pair, leaving those in the bar in a state of shock. A cab was waiting close by and the girls piled in as Kevin took the front seat. "Who's the dork?" enquired Leah with a giggle.

Kevin sneered as he issued directions to the bemused looking cabbie.

"Huh, he's your what?" Leah spluttered from behind, taking a second look to re-appraise the schoolboy, but reaching the same conclusion.



By way of explanation, Chloe held her hands above her knees, a twelve-inch gap between.

"Oh really?" enthused Leah. "Mmmmmmm."

Kevin allowed himself a smug smile.

[JEMMA]

They were barely a hundred yards into the journey when Leah surprised Chloe by sliding a hand up her inner thigh. Initially the pretty schoolteacher froze, particularly when she glanced up to see both Kevin's and the taxi driver's eyes staring intently in the rearview mirror. The cabbie only broke his concentration to look across at Kevin in disbelief, an expression that translated as: how the fuck did a snotty little kid like you meet these two?



They were treated to an exhibition of intense girl-on-girl tonguing, Leah seizing control as both girls could barely keep their hands off each other. Soon Leah's fingers were plunged deep into Chloe's wet and welcoming pussy, eliciting a joyous gasp. The cabbie was I a state of shock.



Arriving at Kevin's parents' house, he was reluctant to let them go. He begged and even offered Kevin $100 just to be allowed to watch. But Kevin refused. He wanted this show all to himself.

It was only as they stood on the front step of Kevin's house that Chloe's head started to clear and commonsense prevail. And oh was it a moment of clarity for Chloe. What on earth was she doing? "Kevin...Leah...no, I can't do this..."

Kevin and Leah exchanged incredulous looks. "Get inside," commanded Kevin, physically manhandling her.

"Get off me," Chloe crowed. "I want to go home."

"You're not going anywhere," stated Leah purposefully, joining forces with Kevin to haul the unwilling blonde inside.

Chloe fought back but weight of numbers conspired against her. As Kevin held her from behind, his raging breath on her neck, Leah wrestled with the halter, hauling it up to expose the beautifully pert breasts. "Oh God baby, I want you so much," breathed Leah.

"Nooooooo," Chloe protested, lashing out.

Leah seemed to enjoy the defiance, responding with a sharp crack around Chloe's cheek. Chloe whimpered and ran her tongue over her lip. Caught off guard momentarily, she was frogmarched to the sofa where Kevin pulled her down onto his lap. "Nooooooo," she squealed. "Oh God, no, don't do this."

Kevin kept her arms pinned as Leah went to work on her nipples, sucking longingly as if she wanted to swallow them. "Fuck, you're beautiful," leered Leah.

Leah worked her way down, kissing and nuzzling at the pale flesh. Soon her head was in the teacher's lap. Chloe clamped her legs tight together as Leah went for the skirt. But with Kevin sucking at her neck and fondling her breasts, slowly Chloe felt her resistance drain. She was unable to stop her thighs parting as Leah's head darted in between. As Kevin held her tight to his lap and chest, an excited cock nudged her coccyx. "Oh God, baby, what a juicy looking cunt," Leah enthused.



Chloe melted as Kevin rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting, squeezing and pulling whilst Leah's tongue extended ever so slightly. Gathering up Chloe's juices on the tip, she smacked her lips with a murmur of appreciation. Gliding back up Chloe's body like a lapdancer, their nipples brushed. Leah smiled and mouthed: "Oh baby, you just taste as good as you look. Don't fight me, baby."

Moving higher Leah fused her lips to the other girl's, letting her taste her own pussy as their tongues lashed. Consumed by disgust, Chloe shook her head purposefully. "No, Leah, please..."



The words hung in the air as Chloe felt Leah's tongue once more in her mouth and a finger in her pussy. As Leah pulled away, she smeared the sticky digit across Chloe's pursed lips.

Leah grinned and slid back between the teacher's legs. This time she licked the puckered arse knot, sending an electric shiver up through every nerve end. "Oh God, she's licking my arsehole," Chloe groaned as the other girl alternated between holes.



"Chloe, tell Leah what you are," Kevin commanded.

Her silence prompted the schoolboy to give her nipples a good firm tug. "TELL HER."

"Oh I'm a filthy little slut. I'm your filthy little slut, Sir."

"And what do you want?"

"I want your cock inside me. Please give it to me Sir."

With that Leah lifted the other girl until Kevin's cock head nestled at the entrance. A quick directional thrust and his shaft was buried inside her tight pussy. "Oh fuccccccckkkkkkk," Chloe screamed, but before she could say anything more, Kevin had slid onto his back, pumping from beneath whilst Leah had climbed onto her face.



As Kevin rammed in hard and forcefully, Chloe instinctively licked at the pussy over her. "Oh yeah, that's it you filthy slut, lick my cunt good," Leah groaned, grinding down on the teacher's face and nearly suffocating her.



The three went at it hammer and tongs foe ten minutes, taking Kevin's virginity and Chloe's bi-virginity in a manner they would remember for the rest of their days. Just as both thought they might faint, the forceful pumping from beneath resulted in a powerful explosion deep inside Chloe. The seed filled her cunt and felt warm inside her womb.



Within seconds, Kevin had slid clear, breathing in starts and watching from the floor as Leah leaned forward to mimic Chloe's actions. Only the cunt she was about to lick had an added bonus: Kevin's fresh cream. Leah licked longingly, lapping like a cat at a bowl and the sensation became all too much for Chloe. As Leah eased back, the blonde spurted, the gush arcing six inches and peppering Leah's face with juice like a peach being squeezed. "Ohhhhhhh baby, I wish I could do that," Leah mused, content for now to let Chloe's chameleon-like tongue bring her to a ballistic orgasm.



Her deposit soaked Chloe's lips and chin.

"Just once more Kevin, please," Chloe pleaded, as the light of morning filtered the teenager's bedroom.



Leah was gone and the remaining pair had, not more than an hour ago, enjoyed perhaps the best fifteen-minute fuck of Chloe's life. That was on top of the fuck they enjoyed in the early hours as Leah looked on and masturbated before taking off. Yet as Kevin became adept in the skills of lovemaking so Chloe's needs intensified. It was like a drug. She wanted it every which way and then some.

[Joesports]

Thanks for sharing the story

[JEMMA]

Resisting her impatient urges, Kevin rose to turn on the laptop. It displayed the treacherous picture that had begun this bizarre chain of events, the one of Chloe caught by surprise on the step in just her red bra and panties. And to think it was only a couple of days ago. It seemed a lifetime away for Chloe. Kevin clicked on 'delete', confirming his intention with a further click. "There you are, Miss Cunt, gone forever."

He'd called her Miss Cunt. Not slut or bitch or whore.

Next the schoolboy took a video from the rack. It was marked 'CCTV home footage'. Tearing the band of black plastic out of the middle, it stretched then snapped. "That's all the incriminating evidence destroyed. You're free to go now Chloe," he said simply. "The game's over."

"You don't...you don't want to...to fuck me once more?" she said, almost disappointedly.

"No, I don't."

"But Kevin..."

"You really should go, miss."

Chloe pouted and turned over, going back to sleep. She'd get him later. He was a horny teenager after all. Kevin's words were fuzzy as sleep encapsulated the tired schoolteacher. "Miss, you really should go...miss..."

~~~When morning comes~~~

"What the hell is going on here?"

Chloe awoke startled, confronted by Kevin's father, Frank Mann. Kevin looked up too. Immediately Chloe realised she should have gone home when Kevin told her. "Mr Mann I can explain..."

The angry father shook his head. "No missy, don't waste your breath. You are in SO much trouble when the school hears about this. I leave you in charge of my boy and you seduce him like some cheap whore."

As Kevin sloped away like a polecat, his face betraying the merest hint of smug self-satisfaction, Chloe was left alone with the raging Frank Mann. "Mr Mann, please..."

The enraged man held aloft a huge palm, informing her to shut it. Already it had dawned upon Chloe just how much trouble she was in, cowering and covering her breasts from his stare. A teacher-pupil relationship didn't mean just getting fired, but jail. She'd read about similar things in the papers. Frank Mann knew it too. And there wasn't even the evidence on the laptop or the CCTV reel to implicate Kevin and at least spread the blame. To the whole world it would appear as if Chloe had instigated the sordid affair. "Mr Mann please, can we work something out?" she pleaded.

She should have gone when Kevin said. She should have gone. Why oh why had she been so stupid?

"Work something out?" he thundered.

"Please," she said, fluttering her eyelashes and using her femininity to try to get out of this hole.

Frank Mann surely wasn't immune to her girlish charms, confirmed when he said more softly: "Work something out, huh."

"I'll do anything."

Mann suppressed a grin. "Well I've a few pals coming round to play poker tonight..."

Chloe gulped and choked back the tears.

"We could always use a pretty little hostess."

Chloe knew she was in deeper than ever. For this was no longer a boy she was playing with.

Just what did he have in store?

An anxious Sunday elapsed before Chloe discovered just how truly bad it was. Glancing from the Mann's top window in the French Maid's outfit that had been provided, the teacher watched each guest arrive, becoming ever more agitated. Only now was it apparent why the outfit came with a little black eye mask.

First to arrive was milkman Charlie, swaggering in beneath her gaze. Chloe recalled the brutal dream in which he'd tried to drown her. Then to Chloe's horror came Jack Willy, her recently departed boyfriend. His forcefulness on their final night together had left her shattered. The next to grace the poker evening with his presence was a huge and powerful-looking black guy Chloe didn't recognise but who scared the living daylights out of her. The final indignity arrived in the shape of Mr Handsome and Mr Anals, the headmaster and games teacher at her school. They too had unfinished business with the pretty teacher.

The line-up made Chloe quake and she buried her head woefully in her hands. The mask was a godsend but surely they'd know it was her.

Oh God, what had she gotten herself into?

[Southwinds]

Excellent story with nice pictures!

[KTVbuddy]

great share, waiting here for more of this really nice story.

[JEMMA]

No more explicit pictures, as story is cumming to an end....maybe some add on videos at the end of each chapter to enhance your VR simulations......
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Chloe Cunt sat in the bedroom, awaiting the next episode in the chain of indignity and humiliation that had befallen her. Quite how she'd gone from a naïve schoolteacher to a sextoy for all to enjoy in the space of 4 days she didn't rightly know. It had all been such a blur.

Manly baritone voices from downstairs wafted up the stairs as they took seats in readiness for the game of poker.

Stealing a lungful of air and a glance in the mirror, the petite blonde was far from sure that the little black mask around the eyes would conceal her identity, especially from those that knew her intimately, like Jack Willy, the former lover with whom she'd shared six blissful months. And if not Jack, Bill Handsome and Jeff Anals, the headmaster and games teacher at Chloe's school surely would.

Joining them was Charlie, her milkman, a man who'd hounded her for a date over several months. It had reached the stage where, quite frankly, he made her skin crawl. Only one face was totally unfamiliar: a huge black man whose mere physical presence frightened the demure schoolteacher half to death. The sextet was completed by Frank Mann, Chloe's neighbour and the only one that knew her identity – so far. As an added precaution, Chloe had bunched her hair up into a blonde bun to make her less conspicuous.

The black and white off-the-shoulder French Maid's outfit clung to her braless bosom, chafing the attentive teats beneath, a ridge of material running from nipple to nipple as the material stretched tautly. A length of frilly white lace trim ran around the top edge of the outfit leaving her shoulders exposed. A white lace collar hugged her neck whilst a little two-tone hat perched on her head. At the front, a spotless apron hung from her hips, the one-piece outfit ending somewhat abruptly thigh-high. Inevitably no panties had been provided.

Undoubtedly sexy on a figure like Chloe's, she couldn't help but admire her reflection, clocking a crooked smile borne of uncertainty and an ever-present fear. She wasn't at all sure what her role as hostess for the evening involved – serving drinks and food and attending to the men's needs had been Frank Mann's brief – all their needs?

Slowly and with the uncertainty of Bambi on ice, the sexy blonde took to the stairs, the front room coming into view to the left over the banister. The men had assembled at a round table and poker chips were being counted out into piles amid a volley of good-hearted banter as Chloe arrived at the door to present herself.

"Mmmmmmm, you really have excelled yourself this time, Frank," enthused Charlie the milkman who was facing her way.

Not aware she was Chloe, his fantasy girl from next door, Charlie introduced himself, inducing in Chloe a nervous smile. Not expected to speak, that suited her fine. It would merely help give the game away if they heard her voice. Discovery tonight would almost certainly mean being fired from the job she'd strived so hard to succeed at and the real probability of police intervention. Abusing a position of authority with a pupil was frowned upon in law as many teachers before her had found out. If only she'd gone when the chance arose she wouldn't be in this mess now.

As she stood in the doorway, Chloe fiddled nervously with the mask, praying it would conceal her identity. A glance over at Jack elicited a lustful grin and a whistle of appreciation from her former lover. "Indeed he has excelled himself," he concurred with seemingly no hint of recognition in his eyes. "Hi, I'm Jack."

Chloe issued a thin smile. She was struggling go through with this. She just wanted to turn and run.

The two teachers with whom she worked, and to whom it was the most essential she remained anonymous, had their backs to the door as she entered. However, their eyes bulged immediately as they craned around to see. "Oh my," they gasped in unison before introducing themselves, eyes lingering and mentally undressing her.

Chloe nodded back, forcing a smile, before her attention passed to the only complete stranger in the group. "Hi, I'm Big Cock," confirmed the larger-than-life Afro-Caribbean who, complete with a wiry goatee, resembled the 70's detective Shaft.

Again Chloe pursed her lips in greeting.

"And you are?" enquired Big Cock, causing Chloe's heart to flutter.

"Sarah," confirmed Frank Mann on his hostess' behalf.

Tonight she was Sarah, Sarah the sexy French Maid.

"Well don't just stand around there like a spare part, get us beers, chop, chop," Mann commanded. "In the fridge in the garage, and bring something to eat."

"I know what I'd like to eat right now," mused Charlie, causing Chloe's cheeks to redden.

The other men grinned, a similar thought evidently in their minds too.

Chloe issued a polite little curtsey before engineering a hasty exit. It was not hasty enough, however, to prevent Bill Handsome from goosing her arse. Chloe squeaked and the other men shook their heads in mock dismay, berating the leering headmaster.

Glad to be free of the claustrophobic living room, Chloe located the beer fridge and took a moment to compose. Removing a handful of cans, she filled six pint glasses and placed them on a tray with six bowls of Doritos and an assortment of dips from a nearby cupboard. "Come on Chloe, you can get through this," she told herself.

Bill Handsome wasted no time in picking up where he left off. As Chloe leaned to place the glass on the coaster, he gathered a bunch of arse cheek in hand. On the other side, Jeff Anals did likewise, the two lecherous lecturers getting a good feel of the goods. Unashamedly the headmaster uttered: "Mmmmmmmm, what a peachy little bum you have my dear."

As if to emphasise the point he gave it a little slap. "Ouch," Chloe complained, in the process causing the tray in her hands to rock.

The well-brimmed glasses shook and some beer splashed on the table cloth. Immediately Frank Mann banged his fist. "You clumsy little girl."

Chloe whimpered as the games master reached up to grip the nape of her neck, forcing her face down on to the table cloth. "Now lick up your mess," he ordered.

Chloe did as she was told, extending her tongue to soak up the liquid deposit, tasting the beer on the tip. As she did so, the headmaster lifted her skirt and, after allowing a moment to admire its aesthetic curvature, he issued three slaps, harder this time than the playful one of earlier. Chloe sucked in air as tears welled up in her eyes. Struggling to compose herself, she breathed as deep and evenly as possible before rising with all the dignity she could muster. "That's what happens to naughty little girls who spill drink," chided Handsome, a glint in his eye.

Chloe offered a pouted look of contrition before moving on around the table.

Big Cock thanked her as she leaned across him, a nipple brushing his cheek, yet he managed to keep his hands to himself. Shifting in his seat, Chloe couldn't fail to notice the mammoth bulge in his trousers than rested upon his thigh. It had to be as thick as her wrist. The big man noticed the pensive glance, a look of smug self-satisfaction filling his face. Chloe swallowed hard before dispensing Jack and Charlie's drinks without further mishap. Charlie ensured to stroke her inner thigh furtively before she completed the circle by putting down Frank Mann's pint.

All six men supped gratefully, wiping backhands across frothed lips before checking their pocket cards as Chloe placed a bowl at each man's side, dodging rogue hands that wanted to feel her, and touch her, and grope her. Thankfully the ensuing game helped to take their minds off carnal thoughts, though surely it was nothing more than a temporary reprieve. The dips were placed carefully in the centre and Chloe moved away from the table, hands crossed at her apron awaiting further instruction.