I parked my car on the gravel drive that snaked its way to the mock-Tudor building. Through the fake leaded-light windows it was plain to see the party was in full swing.Relax!,I told myself,you may actually enjoy it.With a sigh I straightened my tie, resenting its tightness around my neck.
The house itself belonged to Tricia's parents, who were away on a month long holiday in some suitably expensive and exotic location. It was the venue for a party celebrating the birthday of Tricia's close 'friend'; Lucy .
Tricia had invited me earlier that week:
"I decided to push the boat out for Lucy's 19th and have a bash at my parent's place. It beats going down the pub for a pint and a pickled egg," she said after we had finished our Sociology exam. "And if anyone wants to get drunk, there's tons of empty bedrooms, so they can sleep it off rather than driving home pissed."
"Are you sure Lucy wants me there?" I asked, thinking that Tricia's new found lover had never really shown any interest in me.
"Yeah, she likes you a lot, she's just too shy to show it, anyway you're my mate and I want you to come."
I raised my eyebrows, in slight surprise. Although Tricia and I got on very well and we'd had casual sex once before, the difference in our ages (her 19 to my 33) meant that beyond the odd class session in the pub, we had no contact outside college life.
"Why, thank you Trish, I'm touched." I said with a cheeky smile and fake sincerity.
She punched me playfully on the arm.
"Don't push your luck Dickhead." she scolded, before stepping up very close to me. "You will come though, won't you? Honestly, Lucy would be very grateful." she added, with an enigmatic glint in her eye.
I agreed to go, but I had my reservations. Even though most of the people there would be my class mates, the relative age difference could mean I end up feeling like a spare prick at a wedding. Still, if this wasn't part of the duties (or perks ) of being a 'mature student', I didn't know what was.
At about seven o'clock on the night of the party, Tricia rang me.
"Still coming?" she said.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"Dunno, just checking that your still up for it."
"Don't worry, I'll be there." There was a short pause.
"Erm... would you mind wearing a suit?" she asked.
"What!?"
"Yeah I Know it's a bit weird, but it would make everything just right. Please wear one... for me?!"
"But why!?"
"Because... I want you to look smart for Lucy."
"Smart?: I'll look more like a mourner at a fucking funeral!" I wasn't joking, my one and only suit was bought purely to wear at a funeral.
"Pleeease." Tricia whined.
"Ok, ok." I surrendered, then added: "This better not be a wind-up, Trish, or I swear I'll nick the family silver."
"Great, see you in an hour." she giggled and hung up.
Weird, I thought. In fact the whole Tricia/Lucy relationship had seemed weird at first. Although it had been rumoured at college that Lucy was a lesbian, Tricia had always been a card-carrying cock lover; her male conquests were legendary. When the two of them got together, I suspected no-one was more surprised than Tricia herself. She had confided to me that, not only were they exploring the DOM/sub sides to their natures, but Lucy had also begun to express a growing curiosity in men. Sometimes I just couldn't keep up.
I showered, dressed and checked my appearance in the mirror, I had the same thought I always have when I see myself in a suit:Who the fuck are you?It wasn't me, that's for sure. Staring back from the mirror was a rather serious, up-tight guy who looked as if butter wouldn't melt. I hated wearing suits; they just didn't suit.
So, an hour late, I sat in my car, watching the figures through the window, a knot of nervous tension having it's own party in my stomach. I got out of the car and crunched my way noisily to the front door. From within I could hear the muffled tones of some 'poppy' band. I shook my head and cast my gaze to the heavens,What am I doing here?
I knocked loudly on the door and after a pause was greeted enthusiastically by the excited Tricia. She had dressed very oddly. Her long blond hair was harshly tied back and she had donned a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Her body was clothed in a crisply ironed white shirt (buttoned up to the neck); a tight, grey knee length skirt and high heeled shoes. The fashion conscious girl had transformed herself into a rather severe looking secretary .
"Hi there." she squealed and gave me hug, her left hand grabbing my ass. She suddenly stepped back from me, stood erect and put on a mock expression of displeasure. "You're late, I should give you detention."
It was then that the penny dropped; she had dressed up as Miss Sterling, our Sociology teacher. Tricia must have decided to make it a fancy dress party, but why didn't she tell me?
"Sorry Miss, I couldn't find my stupid suit!" I scowled, holding out the lapel of my jacket.
"Stop complaining, you look great... So very stern!" she teased and with a tug on my hand, led me through the threshold to the large empty hallway.
"Lucy! Look who's here!" Tricia called out loudly.
From the entrance to what had obviously been designated the party room, Lucy appeared. My jaw dropped in surprise. Her fancy dress costume was a school uniform: Flat brown shoes; white knee length socks; a rather overly short pleated skirt with matching dark green blazer; a white shirt and a diagonally striped green tie. To crown the effect, her mousy brown hair had been tied into pig-tails.
With both hands she held a large bowl full of luminously orange snacks. I guessed with dawning horror, that Tricia had made Lucy wear the costume and had also insisted that she should be the waitress at her very own party.
Lucy placed the bowl on a hall table and stood before me, hands clasped behind her back as if expecting me to tell her off. She turned her small feet inwards and blushed a bright red colour that was visible even on her lower thighs. Something about her outrageous outfit didn't quite seem right, but I couldn't work out what.
"Hi Luce. Happy birthday." I said as I slipped my arm around her waist and hugged her. Unexpectedly, she raised her face to mine and kissed me softly on the lips.
Lucy pulled back, retrieved the overfilled bowl and held it out to me.
Tricia crossed her arms, stared at the 'waitress' and then looked at me, "See anything you'd like to eat?" she asked with a wink.
Lucy swallowed dryly and bit her lower lip, but held my gaze.
"Not just yet Luce," I said, "I need a drink first."
"Off you go Lucy, tend to our guests." Tricia ordered with two dismissive claps of her hands.
We both watched as the birthday girl obediently left.
"What do you think of her pig-tails, sweet aren't they?" Tricia cooed, with an evil flash in her eyes.
"Er,, yeah, they're great. Look Trish, why didn't you tell me it was a fancy dress party?
"It isn't."
"What?!" I exclaimed for the second time that night.
" I said: 'It isn't' - a fancy dress party."
"You mean everyone else here is dressed normally?"
Tricia nodded vigorously; sparkling eyes and a wide, gleeful smile displayed her delight.
"Jeez Trish, you're such a bitch. Poor Lucy; she must be dying of embarrassment in there!"
"Nah, she loves it. In a couple of hours she'll be leaving a wet trail on the carpet."
I laughed and shook my head in disbelief. Although Tricia had told me of their developing DOM/sub relationship, things had obviously moved on at quite a pace. It was only a couple of months since the shy and bookish Lucy had first overcome her fears and crawled across the classroom floor to get at Tricia's pussy. Now it appeared their respective roles were firmly established and well practiced.
"Has any one ever told you that you have a way with words?" I joked.
"Yes." she said. "But I think they may have been lying. Come-on You: Follow teacher and meet up with the rest of the class."
I did follow Tricia (and her closely hugged ass) into the large room. It contained around thirty people, made up mostly of our class-mates and some of their partners. As Tricia had said, the party goers were indeed, all dressed normally. I inwardly cringed, not only on Lucy's behalf, but also on mine: I was wearing the un-coolist of black suits! Lucy wove her way through the small groups of revellers with an uncertain smile and a silver coloured tray full of what I took to be glasses of punch.
She stood in front of me: "I got you a drink." she said, offering the platter.
"No thanks Luce." I replied, looking sceptically at the garish red drinks. "Is there any beer instead?"
She nodded: "Yeah, in the kitchen, I'll get you some."
"No it's ok, I'll get it."
"I'll take you... then I can show you were it is." Lucy was obviously eager to please so I agreed to be lead.
"Before we go," she said looking around furtively, as if fearing being seen. "Could you help me, I want a drink but my hands are full?"
I offered to take the tray but she kept a firm grip.
"No, could you feed it to me please?"
She smiled sweetly and tipped her head back as I took a glass and placed the rim between her lips. I poured the concoction and she drank it all down. Replacing the empty tumbler, I noticed a small rivulet of the red liquid had run down her chin. I brought my finger up along the dribble and Lucy opened her mouth to suck the residue from my fingertip.
"Thank you." she said licking her lips. "Tricia , er, I mean Miss Sterling told me I'd be in big trouble if I drank, so please don't tell her."
Obviously another one of Tricia's cruel rules for Lucy's birthday. Still, I couldn't help imagining what punishment 'Miss Sterling' would inflict on the cute little submissive if she did catch her drinking.
"I won't tell her, but be careful; if she does see you drinking, you're bound to get the cane."
"Yes." Lucy said quietly, a far-off look in her eyes. She shifted her stance in order to cross her legs, as if a sudden need to pee had overcome her.
"C'mon, you class lush, show me where the kitchen is."
"Of course... Sir." she replied coyly and led me gingerly out of the room.
With a bottle in my hand , I stared at the kitchen window, which had been transformed into a dark, blurred mirror by the pitch-black night outside. My grumpy reflection stared back:God I hate suits!I was beginning to feel like the 'stranger' standing before me; serious and short tempered.Snap out of it.I thought and with a fixed smile, left the kitchen to say 'Hi' to all the young party goers.
I lied to everyone I met, claiming I had come straight from a funeral, 'Hence the formal dress, Ha Ha'. A plausible lie, but I quickly lost track of exactly who was supposed to have died. If my class mates had 'compared notes', they would have thought my entire family and friends were wiped-out in some freak event..
As time passed , I kept getting accidental glimpses of my suited-self in mirrors and windows, jolting me out of my unconscious attempts to be 'one of the gang'. This, in tandem with a natural deference from my younger fellow students, made me feel like an over dressed gate-crasher. Only Lucy and Tricia seemed to be unaffected; they were both very, very friendly towards me.
After a couple of hours, I was once again in the kitchen and seriously contemplating whether to finish my forth bottle of beer or to fuck off. I reckoned I was still sober enough to drive and the party had certainly not been one of the best. Whilst in deliberation, I heard an almighty crash and clatter from the main room. It was swiftly followed by a high-pitched scream. Seconds later Lucy appeared holding an empty tray
"Ooops." she said with a broad smile, before bending over to open a cupboard. As Lucy fished out a bucket, mop and floor brush, Tricia stormed in. She pulled roughly on one of Lucy's pigtails.
"You idiot girl!" she yelled over her crouched form. "That rug had better not be ruined or I'll knock your stupid head into next week!"
"I'm sorry Miss, I'll clean it up, don't worry, it'll be ok., I promise."
"It had better be ok, if you want to see twenty."
Tricia pulled Lucy by the hair as they left the kitchen, the bent-over sub dragging a clutter of cleaning equipment behind her.
I waited.
Shortly Lucy came back in to the kitchen holding a dust pan full of broken glasses.
"I'm so in trouble." she announced, her voice obviously full of excitement.
"Sounds like it." I said, as she poured the broken shards into a bin.
"Teacher's really angry." she said softly, now standing directly in front of me, so close I could smell the cherry punch on her breath.
"Yeah, you'd better scrub that rug well, or Miss Sterling will give you detention." I teased. Lucy smiled, stood on tip-toes, put her arms over my shoulders and kissed me full on the lips.
"Detention is the least of my worries." she whispered with a twinkle in her eyes, her hand stroking the back of my neck. I had the feeling her eyes were searching mine for an answer to an unasked question. Dropping her hand, she fumbled with her blazer's lapel.
"Anyway, I've got a surprise present for her." she said pulling a small white envelope from the blazer's breast pocket. "This should get me an A plus!"
I ignored the envelope because my attention was drawn to the ornate crest sewn on to the pocket. Suddenly I knew what had confused me earlier on in the hall.
"Lucy, is that a... a real school outfit?"
"Yes, It's my old uniform, we had to wear them even in the sixth form. Tri... Miss Sterling, said I should wear it tonight. Amazing really, that it still fits me...Do you like it?" she purred.
The overt suggestiveness of her voice and the combination of her good girl clothes and bad girl eyes were too much for me to resist.
My arm slid around her waist and I pulled her tighter to me. Her eyes dropped from mine as she felt my hardening erection pressing against her
"What are you doing in here!?" Tricia stood in the doorway, her face like thunder. "Get back in there and clean that rug!" she ordered, a outstretched finger jabbing in the direction of the party room
Lucy replaced the envelope, jumped away from me and scampered away to her 'duties'.
"Getting friendly with Lucy are we?" Tricia asked as she approached me and looked down at my bulging crotch. "What a shame: That cock of yours is all pressed up with no place to go."
I laughed looking down at the stretched fabric of my black suit. I decided to do a bit of role-playing of my own. Taking a leaf out off Tricia's book, I waggled a stern finger in front of her surprised face
"Really Miss Sterling, this faculty won't accept such coarse language from it's staff. If you are not careful I'll report your unprofessional behaviour to the Board!"
Tricia crossed her arms and opened up her stance, stretching her grey skirt tight around her thighs. She pouted.
"And be warned, you'll find I am not beyond employing severe punitive measures myself!" I added, officiously straightening my tie.
Tricia reached out and cupped her hand over my growing bulge.
"I'd like to see you try." she challenged, and pushed her palm hard against my constrained erection. Tricia smiled her filthy smile, removed her massaging hand and turned her back to me. "If you've finished with the dressing-down, I have a wayward student to attend to." she said dismissively and left the room.
After she had gone I judged that maybe I should stay for at least a while longer. Whatever Tricia and Lucy had planned for tonight, I wanted to see the rest of the show.
Five minutes later, Lucy returned with her bucket and emptied some dirty water into the sink. Brushing off her hands she once again stepped up in front of me.
"All done." she beamed and swiftly stole the beer from my hand and took a long swig. I gave her a stern look
"What!?" she said innocently, wiping the beer from her lips. I bent down so my face was close to hers.
"From what I've seen tonight young lady, you deserve every punishment Teacher gives you!"
Lucy grinned and with two large gulps, finished my beer.
"Right, That's IT!" Tricia bellowed from the doorway and rushed forwards, snatching the empty bottle from Lucy's grasp. She slammed the bottle down on the table, sharply slapped the back of Lucy's thighs and dragged her out of the kitchen.
"Have fun you two." I called after them as Tricia pulled the stumbling Lucy up the stairs. The performance was over (as far as the audience were concerned) and the final scene was to be acted out behind closed doors. I seriously doubted they would re-join the party tonight.
I entered the main room to say 'Bye' to my classmates. As is usual, this took a while to achieve and it was another twenty minutes before I left the house.
As I got to my car my mobile rang, the screen flashed 'TRICIA MOB' at me. I answered it
"Hiya Teach, hope Lucy's not having trouble with her lines."
"It's gone beyond lines , in fact I'm at a complete loss, she's been so bad; would you believe she's been secretly drinking all night? I'm sure that's why the little tart dropped the drinks."
"Uh oh." I said laughing, "You've got your hands full with that one!"
"Well that's the problem, I just can't get her to behave on my own, she is being wilfully disobedient... So I thought the added persuasion of your own 'punitive measures' would do the trick."
I hesitated, unsure what I would be letting myself in for. As I considered the offer, I heard Tricia shout:
"I said; Face the FRONT!" The sound of a sharp crack came over the phone, followed by a louder squeal. Tricia returned her attention to me:
"I'm sure the Board wouldn't like to hear of a drunken student who had been insufficiently disciplined." she said.
I made up my mind to play along with Tricia's role-playing scheme right there and then.
"Why, yes Miss Sterling, I see your point. Let me know in which classroom you have detained the student and I will join you directly."
'Miss Sterling' gave me directions to one of the attic bedrooms and I re-entered the house. After checking my reflection in the hall mirror I finally understood why Tricia had wanted me to wear a suit. Stern and serious was what she required for Lucy's birthday treat.
I arrived at the heavy wooden door and sharply rapped upon it with my knuckles.
"Miss Sterling!" I called out in an inpatient tone. I heard a key turning in the lock and the door swiftly opened inwards. Tricia stood in the doorway her tied back hair now sporting a few loose strands that fell over her glistening forehead. The top button of her shirt lay undone and she was slightly short of breath. In her right hand she tightly gripped a wooden ruler
"Thank God you're here Headmaster, perhapsyoucan knock some sense into this cheap little slut."
I entered the softly lit room and my eyes opened wide in surprise, Tricia had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to make Lucy's present just that little bit special. Getting into my role, I scanned the scene more closely. A large oak double bed lay next to the door and at the foot of this bed, a desk, chair and whiteboard had been carefully arranged to create a small classroom mock-up. In the far corner of the room stood Lucy, she was facing the wall. Her pale legs were parted in a wide stance and stretched around her ankles; a pair of straining, black panties. Lucy's hands had gathered up the material of her pleated skirt and she held it above the waist, exposing her bare ass. Even from my position at the door I could see red marks streaked across her taut buttocks.
I walked over to the desk, upon which lay the envelope containing Lucy's mystery gift. It had been opened. Written in pen on the front were the words: "For Miss Stirling." and in the right hand corner was drawn a large heart, underscored by three kisses. I picked up the envelope and looked inside. It contained a liberal amount of light brown pubic hair.
Looking up at the whiteboard, I read the ten or so lines written repeatedly in black marker pen:
"I WILL NOT SHAVE MY CUNT FOR TEACHER"
On each line the script was studied and precise, apart from the 'C' at the beginning of each 'CUNT'. Here the letter was shakily drawn or included an extremely elongated tail as if the author had been severely distracted during the process of writing.
I pointed at the quietly standing Lucy.
"This is the transgressor?" I asked Tricia, who stood near the door with her arms crossed
"Yes Headmaster. As you can see, not only has Lucy been drinking alcohol, but she has also shown a total lack of respect for the teacher/student relationship."
"Yes she has indeed crossed the lines of acceptability." I agreed with an ominous tone
With my hands clasped behind my back I walked up to Lucy and stood behind her left shoulder. After re-locking the door, Tricia followed me and positioned herself behind Lucy's right shoulder.
Lucy was quivering, her sweaty hands clenching apprehensively at the hem of her raised skirt. Her wet eyes stared resolutely at the wall. I lowered my head, bringing my lips to her ear, and with slow deliberation placed my hand on her right shoulder. She flinched.
"Now what are we going to do with you?" I whispered rhetorically. Lucy swallowed nervously but kept her gaze to the front and remained silent.
"Hmmm." I pondered and withdrew my hand to crouch down behind her.
My warm breath blew across her punished ass as I closely examined it. The displayed buttocks glowed a vibrant pink and were criss-crossed with a aeries of painful looking red lines. I noticed one welt in particular had been drawn viciously across the very top of her left thigh., it boasted a soft pink 'halo' and had raised itself proud of her tender skin.
Lucy's hands fidgeted as my breath pushed between her parted thighs and my hand closed around her left calf. I looked down at the tight white socks still pulled smartly up to her knees and the black panties that spanned her ankles, a milky white cream smeared across the crotch. I drew my hand slowly up her calf and as I reached the back of her knee my gentle fingers travelled on from the white sock to her supple, sensitised skin.
Lucy finally made a noise; a low whimper. I looked up at Tricia who watched me with obvious expectation. My hand moved gradually up the back of Lucy's pure, smooth thigh and she shook in anticipation. Near the top of her leg, my fingertips curled in over her inner thigh and slipped through the cooling juices that had run down from her pussy. For the second time that night I brought my finger up along a wet dribble on Lucy's skin. I gathered a liberal smear and stood up.
"What is this?" I whispered in to her ear, my right arm wrapped around her neck so to place my wet finger under her nose. Tricia pushed Lucy's head forward, rubbing her nose in the juices.
"Answer the Headmaster." she ordered.
"I don't know Sir." Lucy said with a trembling voice.
"You don't know." I said with sarcasm. "Perhaps you will recognise the taste." I pushed my finger in to her mouth. Lucy sucked at it and stared into my eyes as she did so.
"Look to the front Lucy." I said calmly. She obeyed.
"Any idea what it is now?" I asked after removing my fingers
"Yes Sir, I think it's my cunt juice."
"You think it's your cunt juice." I repeated. "And why is it pouring down your thighs?"
"Because I've fallen in love with Miss Sterling."
SMACK.
Tricia's ruler edge struck Lucy's right buttock hard. She yelped and thrust her groin forwards in response to the impact.
"Get those unnatural thoughts out of your head!" 'Miss Sterling' barked.
"I can't Miss, I love you so much that I do naughty things just so you will touch me."
SMACK
Another slash from the ruler swiped across the very top of Lucy's right thigh, matching the vicious strike across her left. Lucy's fists closed tightly over the skirt's hem turning her knuckles white. She whimpered loudly and her right leg twitched wildly as another stinging welt formed. We watched Lucy grimace from the eye watering pain, new tears forming in her eyes.
"Oh Miss, please don't hurt me anymore." she pleaded.
"Keep your filthy tongue still!" Tricia spat, bringing another high pitched cry from Lucy by roughly tugging on one of her pig-tails.
"Oh dear, dear Lucy , hush now." I soothed, stroking her hair. "We must find the right treatment for your misdirected affections."
Gradually her discomfort eased and her face softened but she was still breathing hard.
I bent down again to study the latest red streak, once more I held my lips so close to her ass that my breath blew through Lucy's legs, cooling her wet crotch. Lucy gently pushed her buttocks against my face, I so wanted to lick at her asshole and pussy but restrained myself. Instead I placed a finger at the farthest point of the newly administered welt and slowly dragged my fingernail along it's length. Lucy gasped and instinctively pulled away from me, but as my finger progressed painfully across her upper thigh, she gathered herself and replaced her burning buttocks back upon my left cheek. Once again her leg spasmed in pain.
Abruptly I stood up.
"Miss Sterling, I think what we need here is a practical demonstration of natural love." I said authoritatively and unzipped my fly to release the inpatient cock that waited within.
"Turn around." I said to Lucy. She shuffled round, her tear-filled gaze fixed upon my hardening erection. As she got her first sight of my manhood, I got my first sight of her freshly shaved mons and labia, which, like her ass, radiated a subtle pink colour
"Miss Sterling?" I said. The 'teacher' knelt obediently before me and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around my shaft. Tricia looked up at Lucy..
"This is what you should be falling in love with." she said and immediately closed her mouth over my drooling cock. Tricia sucked and kissed my cock-head, while using her urging fingers to stroke my perineum. Nothing fills my cock more than a teasing of the soft skin behind my balls and Tricia skilfully brought me to an eager and rigid salute. Lucy watched with wide wet eyes as my upright phallus gradually disappeared further and deeper into 'teacher's' mouth. Lost in the fascination of witnessing 'Miss Sterling' fellate me, she absent mindedly let go of her skirt.
"Lucy! Skirt!" I scolded.
She jumped in shock and hurriedly grabbed at the pleated material, raising the front hem up to her chest. Lucy looked apologetically into my eyes but I gave her no sign of forgiveness. Instead I let my gaze drop to her smooth pussy. Noticing my lascivious stare, she also peered down at her forced exposure and her whole body flushed red.
Tricia impaled her throat over me, and forced herself mercilessly to the base of my cock. I groaned in ecstasy as she held her position, her eyes shut tight from the intense effort. With a slurping gasp, she withdrew from me, a great stream of saliva running down on to her crisp, white shirt. Tricia smiled proudly up at me and then using those delicate fingers stroked my slick length. I groaned once more as she began to lick at my balls and perineum, the tip of her searching tongue eventually wetting my asshole. Strands of my pre-cum flowed, coating her fingers and face. I reached out a hand and grasped Lucy's chin.
"You see Lucy!" I admonished. "This is how pretty girls should show love. Do you think you can manage that?"
Lucy nodded meekly, an uncertain look on her face.
Tricia removed her sticky, wet hand from my shaft and used it to pull Lucy down by her tie. The posed girl stumbled and fell to the floor. From her prone position, she looked nervously up at my jutting erection. 'Miss Sterling' roughly lifted Lucy up into a kneeling position, her green tie now flecked with smudges of pre-cum.
"Suck it!" Tricia ordered. Lucy brought up a tentative hand and cautiously held my cock in her finger tips. She stared at the glistening tip and then looked up at me.
"Come on Lucy," I said checking my watch. "Open your mouth, we haven't got all day."
Lucy's slowly parting lips rested over my twitching tip and she began to suck rapidly as if soothing a cut finger. It was at this point I knew, for sure, that Lucy had never been with a man before. I wondered if I was a birthday gift that Lucy had actually wanted
"Slowly girl, slowly." Tricia said in a more gentle tone.
Lucy heeded Tricia's words and took more care, and after a short while had relaxed enough to place her hands on my ass while she moved her mouth up and down my shaft, the pink bowed pig-tails swinging in unison as her head bobbed back and forth.
I groaned in pleasure as Lucy's sweet face took more and more of me in her mouth. She looked up at me with eyes that said: "Is that how I should do it?"
"Oh yes Lucy." I replied to her unspoken question.
'Miss Sterling' stood next to us, watching while her lesbian lover gradually gained in confidence and technique. With a low moan that signalled her appreciation of Lucy's quick learning, Tricia spread her stance as wide as her tight, grey 'teacher's' skirt would allow, stretching it oh so tight around her thighs, and forced her hand down under the waist band. Beneath the taut material, Tricia began to play with her aching cunt.
"Oh fuck yeah." she moaned, finally concentrating on her own needs.
"Lucy, remove your jacket." I said looking down upon the kneeling pupil.
She did so, still keeping my cock clamped between her lips. The blazer dropped to the floor.
"Now your tie." I said. Lucy struggled to breathe. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she resolutely sucked on me whilst tugging on her green tie. That, eventually, was also thrown to the floor.
"Undo your shirt." said Tricia with a rising urgency in her voice. "Show Sir your tits."
Lucy began to unbutton her white shirt, and I placed my hands on the back of her head. As her fingers moved down her front, button , by awkward button , I pushed myself further into her, my hands holding her resisting head in place. Lucy's breathing became even more desperate and saliva dripped from her chin on to her thighs. She gurgled and choked on my persistent cock as it slid rapidly in and out of her tiring mouth. When the last button was finally free she followed 'Miss Sterling's instructions and held open the shirt, exposing her breasts for me. I stayed my thrusting cock and gazed down upon her white, sloped tits, topped with little pebble hard nipples.
It was almost too much to bear, I so wanted to cum all over those soft teen breasts.
"Miss Sterling." I gasped
"Yes Headmaster?" Tricia answered, her hand now working more vigorously at her pussy
"Take off your skirt." I ordered.
"Yes Sir." She replied without question and removed her hand to undo the zip at the side. I watched the skirt slide slowly down her long, tanned legs to the ground.
I removed my cock from Lucy's slack mouth and then crouched down in front of her. With her eyes cast down, she continued to hold the shirt open to display her unfettered breasts. I placed a finger and thumb over each of her pink, button nipples.
"Now Lucy, do you still want Miss Sterling to touch you?"
"Yes Sir." she said , looking longingly up at Tricia, whose busy hand was now plunged deeply inside her white, moist panties
I pinched and twisted Lucy's nipples cruelly between my fingers.
"OWWW!" she complained, her face twisted in a pain.
"Are you sure?" I said calmly. Lucy hesitated.:
"Yes Sir."
I twisted again, harder this time and for longer
"AAAAEEEEEE!" she squealed, her shaking hands struggling to keep the shirt open and fresh tears running down her cheeks . "Please Sir, it hurts."
"Stop snivelling Lucy, it hurts me more than it hurts you. You know this is for your own good, don't you?"
She nodded eagerly with pained enthusiasm
"I'll ask you again: Do you...?"
"You Sir," she interrupted. " I want you to touch me!"
I let go of her nipples and she let out a sigh of relief.
"Now that's more like it Lucy. Lets check you mean it shall we?" I said and placed my hands on her thighs. "Open your legs."
In her cramp inducing kneeling position, she slowly forced her legs apart. The hem of the pleated skirt dropped between her thighs. Staring between her open legs, I lifted the concealing material with one hand and cupped her freshly shaved pussy with the other. Lucy gasped and her head rolled back. Open mouthed and with barely closed eyes, she tried to pull the shirt further open as if to expose her proud breasts even more.
"Ohh Sir." she groaned.
Lucy's pussy was soaking wet and so very warm to the touch. I slipped a finger into her hole and ran it around the extremely tight walls of her tunnel. With a thorough coating of her juices, I withdrew my finger and then slipped it over her clit. She gasped again.
"Is that how you want me to touch you Lucy?"
"Oh yes Sir."
I rubbed at her protruding clit, probed her salivating hole and lowered my head to nibble and tug at those bud like nipples. Still kneeling, she began to writhe in pleasure, her mewing groans erotically reminiscent of sobbing. Within minutes she was close to cuming. I reluctantly pulled away.
"Right. Miss Sterling, I think Lucy is ready. Take her over to the desk and lay her face down upon it please."
"At once Headmaster." Tricia replied, removing her hand from her own ready pussy
After taking Lucy's black panties off her feet, Tricia lead the dishevelled girl to the desk. The bare legged 'teacher' took off Lucy's shirt and ordered her to lay face down across the table. Lucy obeyed , splaying her straight legs out, and wide, so her torso lay flat across the desk's surface.
Positioning the chair close to Lucy's drooping head that hung over the side of the desk, Tricia removed her own creamy panties and sat down. Lifting Lucy's head by the hair, she stuffed both panties in to the apprehensive girl's mouth.
Moving up behind Lucy, I flipped the crumpled skirt up and over onto the small of her back, exposing the beautifully streaked ass and shaved, leaking cunt. Tricia raised her caramel legs and placed her high-heeled feet on each corner of the desk, so they lay either side of Lucy's face. In this graphic position, Tricia began to masturbate once again; her slippery pussy and sticky hand just an inch away from Lucy's face
Taking a firm hold of Lucy's raw buttocks, I pushed them apart, her tiny asshole so invitingly displayed that I lent over and gently kissed it. My tongue probed the delicate hole and then snaked downwards until I finally got a taste of Lucy's sweet pussy. After savouring a tongue covering lick of her dribbled juices, I straightened up and ran my pre-cum soaked cock over her anus. Lucy fearfully took a firmer hold of the edge of the desk.
My teasing shaft lowered to rest upon the entrance of her small, bald pussy.
"Ready Miss Sterling?" I asked, Tricia nodded, her fingers buried deep in her cunt and her gaze fixed upon Lucy's face.
"Ready Lucy? I said.
"Unngh." she responded.
I smacked her bottom hard. Lucy's whole body tensed in shock and she let out a muffled yelp.
"Speak properly girl!" I barked
With difficulty, Lucy lifted and turned her adorable, round cheeked face to me, her eyes wide and saliva running down her chin.
"Yeth Thir." she managed to say through her stuffed mouth
"Good."
Using a guiding hand, I pushed my stone hard phallus between Lucy's pussy lips. Her tight but dripping hole resisted me, the muscles determined to keep my invasive cock out. I smacked her again, as hard as I could.
"NNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!" she screamed.
"Let me in Lucy." I warned quietly.
She nodded vigorously, the desk creaking under her rigid grip and tensed body. Her flat soled shoes struggled vainly for purchase upon the polished floor.
I pushed again. Of course Lucy's dripping pussy remained as tight as before, but with a grunt of exertion I forced my swollen cock a cunt stretching inch into her.
"UNNNGH!" her knuckles whitened again as she braced herself upon the lip of the now tilting table.
"Oh God, yes, fuck her." Tricia gasped, watching Lucy's screwed up eyes and the streams of saliva drooling to the floor. "Fuck her virgin cunt!"
Grabbing the tops of her thighs I pulled her reticent pussy slowly down along my length. Lucy was not physiologically a virgin, but this was the first real cock she'd had to take. In a gradual surrender, her tight cunt eventually accepted the whole of my tool and I felt the tip push against her cervix.
Lucy quietly whined, her body twitching and spasming under my held penetration.
I slowly withdrew to the point were my cock-head was just visible and then pushed back in, quicker this time, my groin slapping against her pink buttocks.
"NNNNGH!"
I sped up, slamming again and again into Lucy's slowly yielding hole, disregarding the frequent muffled cries that echoed each of my aggressive thrusts. The desk rocked noisily upon the hardwood floor and, in time with the constant yelping, I began to slap Lucy's clenched buttocks. Eventually her single cries merged into a stifled but continual wail. Tricia was also groaning, but unlike Lucy, she was signalling her fast approaching orgasm , her pussy fucking fingers a wet blur.
"Ohhhhhh. My God, Lucy!" Tricia squealed as she bucked wildly in the chair and came over her soaking hand. The force of the orgasm shook her raised, high-heeled feet from the desk top. In the throes of ecstasy she slipped forward in the chair, flung her legs back so her knees were at her shoulders and ,with an urgent grasping hand, pulled Lucy's pained face down hard in to her demanding, gyrating cunt.
"Good girl, good girl." Tricia intoned as she buried the suffocating Lucy in her sex.
This frantic expression of lust and desire sent me over the edge and I pulled myself from Lucy's pussy. With a guttural moan I ejaculated long, thick jets of cum across her ass and upturned skirt. The white streaks of my shooting spunk contrasted with the pink-red lines already painted across her bottom. As my orgasm waned, I smeared the lattice-work of stinging cum into Lucy's poor ass and wiped the last drops from my cock onto her anus. Lucy's body was limp and exhausted, the only sound she made: the rasping gasps of laboured and desperate breathing.
Tricia pulled their panties from Lucy's mouth and passionately kissed her trembling, juice soaked lips. I stuffed my cock back in my trousers, zipped up the fly and walked around the desk to look down at Tricia.
"Miss Sterling?" Tricia, broke off their kiss and returned my gaze. "If she gives you any more trouble, please do not hesitate to inform me." I said.
"Of course Headmaster." she replied with a wink.
I walked towards the door, glancing at Lucy, still lying face down on the desk, her sore ass smarting further from my drying cum. At the door I turned around.
"Goodbye Lucy and happy birthday."
"Goodbye Sir, thank you." she responded weakly
I left, leaving Tricia to give her brave girl the orgasm she had been denied all night.
