Chapter 2077 - @3

Their pace increased and soon Mom was humping wildly. The muscles of her arm and stomach tighten and she half-moaned, half-screamed, "CUMMING, OHH MY GODD, CUMMING," and let go of Sarah's ass as her hips jerked up, bouncing Sarah into the air.

Sarah joined her a heartbeat later. "ME TOO, YOU SEXY CUNT, FUCK YEAH!!!!"

I was transfixed as the two bodies shook against each other until Sarah simply collapsed on top of Mom. Both ladies then just lay there, seemingly half dead.

I gave them no time to recover. I walked to the bed and pulled Sarah to her knees. The dildo slid from her cunt. Mom, startled awake, slowly crawfished to the head of the bed. Sarah looked over her shoulder at me. Her voice was still shaky, but her attitude undiminished.

"Come for sloppy seconds, stud."

I responded by entering her cunt in one hard motion. There was no resistance, she was awash with pussy juice. Sarah's cunt was not as tight as Patricia's or Mom's and certainly did not boast Mom's amazing muscularity, but all-in-all, it was a fine cunt and Sarah a skilled and responsive lover. She absorbed each thrust with a contented grunt. After several minutes of hard fucking I lifted her higher off the bed, changing the angle and allowing me to push across the roof of her vagina and her g-spot. Sarah adjusted her motion to fit mine and soon our bodies were grinding against each other, pulling the maximum pleasure from our union. When I reached around to play with her clit, Sarah dropped her head to the mattress, using the position to provide her the leverage to push her hips against mine with even greater force.

""Oooooh, yeah," she gasped, "yeah, fuck meee. You're a good fuck stud. I love your fat dick. Give it to me, fuck me good."

I felt the bed shift. Mom was sliding towards us. She spread her legs in a "V," brought her crotch within inches of Sarah's head and grabbed Sarah's hair, lifting her face from the mattress. Mom rubbed the dildo, still sticky with Sarah's juice, over Sarah's face and pressed the tip to Sarah's mouth. Sarah glanced at Mom, who was staring at her intently, opened her mouth, and took the plastic cock inside. Mom started sawing it in and out.

I had never imagined my mother face-fucking another woman. It was insanely hot. I could feel the cum in my balls churning and I picked up the pace. Sarah's cunt worked my cock, its twitching tightness expertly bathing my manhood. As I rubbed her clit I could feel it swell and her flow increase until, suddenly, Sarah rammed back into me while emitting a long groan, muffled by the dildo stuffed into her face. She, doubly penetrated, was cumming and my orgasm was but a moment behind hers as I pumped my cum into her hungry cunt.

Afterwards the three of us lay on the bed, enjoying the rapturous feel of our bodies, gazing out the window at a beautiful sunlit afternoon. I felt the bed move. Patricia and Lauren had joined us.

It was going to be a wonderful weekend.

* * * *

It was a wonderful weekend. During the day I had four always-ready women to fuck. At night the four ladies visited lesbian sex clubs, where Mom and Sarah played the dominant to the submissive Lauren. Patricia, as was her wont, enjoyed playing both roles. While the ladies were out Patricia pawned me off on some sorority sisters. The first night it was identical twins of Italian descent. The second night it was the red-headed daughter of a city councilwoman and, well, her mom.

Mom and I came to quick agreement about one thing: we wanted a Lauren.

Sarah has suggested a red-eye flight leaving Monday night. Anything that gave me a few more hours with these lusty women seemed a fine idea to me. I could always sleep at school on Tuesday. Lauren drove us to the airport. Mom and I, as we had done with Sarah over the weekend, peppered her with questions about how Sarah had nurtured her submissive nature. As we waited for the flight Mom asked if I had target in mind.

I did.

"I have a teacher named Deborah Havre. Good looking blond. Five foot six inches with a pouty, sexy, face. Last year was her first at the school; she was fresh out of college. All the guys wanted to fuck her, but she was a newlywed starry-eyed about her husband. He was apparently a big time frat boy. She had a picture of him. He's good looking. You'd almost describe him as pretty.

"The girls all loved her. She's a great listener and the girls think she's the perfect big sister, someone to whom they can tell her their problems.

"She's different this year. Last year she was always upbeat; this year she's a lot more subdued. While her clothes are appropriate, her skirts are shorter, heels higher, and tops tighter. She could barely stop talking about her husband last year, this year she rarely mentions him. I don't think she's getting enough attention at home and is looking for it at school. She even flirts, but only with the nerdy kids. It could be that she likes nerds, but I suspect something else, low self-esteem, like she doesn't feel worthy of anyone else, or maybe its just safety. She knows the nerdy kids won't take her up on it."

Mom listened carefully and asked a few questions. We decided to investigate.

When we boarded we noticed that the handful of passengers on the massive Boeing 767 were gathered at the front of the plane; a heavy black curtain cut off access to the back. Shortly after take-off a dark black stewardess approached us and sat down. She was in her late 20's or early 30's, and about five feet tall. Her hair was done in long corn rows. She had a long face with strong features. It was her body that was most interesting, however, she wasn't slim and she wasn't fat. Stocky is probably the right word.

"My name is Janna Smith." She looked at Mom. "I saw you at the club last night. Afterwards I asked Sarah about you."

"I recall seeing you. You're hard not to notice."

"Thank you. Obviously, we don't run this flight for the passenger traffic; it's purpose is to move this airplane to New Orleans for an early morning flight starting there. We sell a few tickets, but it's almost always near-empty and we close off the back of the plane. My partner can handle these people. Would you two mind joining me in the back?"

Mom answered for both of us, "Not at all."

When we got to the back we found a small area made comfortable with blankets and pillows. Janna turned to face Mom. These women knew what they wanted. No words were exchanged, only a deep soulful kiss. I stood there in wonder as the lips of these powerful women worked with ever increasing fire against each other, hands running down each other's bodies. Mom started to unbutton Janna's jacket, who stepped back to give Mom better access. Jana's blouse and bra quickly followed, revealing the almost masculine body of a female body builder. Well defined muscles ran up her back and arms. Her tits, which featured beautiful small black nipples, were tiny.

Mom ran her had down the front of Janna's body and then along her arms, inspecting her. "You're quite the specimen, Janna."

Janna bowed her head. "Thank you ma'am."

"If your ancestors were built like this they must have been prized on the plantation."

I couldn't believe Mom was saying this, but Janna showed no offense.

"I am told great grandad could do the work of any other two slaves, ma'am."

"What else were you told?"

"That when massa was away, he pleased the lady of the house all night long."

"Would you like to work in the big house, you sweet black bitch?"

"I'se would mistress."

"What can you do?"

"I'se can cook, I'se can clean, and I'se can make mistress feel real good all day long."

"I'll be the judge of that. Show mistress what a good slave you can be."

Janna went to her knees, undid Mom's jeans, and pulled them down.

"You will need to please young master too."

Janna complied, removing my pants and taking hold of my throbbing cock.

She, at least, feigned impression with its size. "Young massa, he's got some sweet nigger blood in him, don't he ma'am?"

"Eat me you sweet black bitch."

There was no hesitation. After several long slow licks up Mom's labia, Janna buried her face in Mom's pussy, tongue fucking her. At the same time, with a grip that approached Mom's for strength, she started jacking me off. .

Mom poured it on. "The field man says you're a good worker with that powerful black body. Do you want to stay in the big house with me? Do you? If you do you better show me what a good cunt licker you are. If not, its back to the fields, you sweet ebony bitch."

Janna was unstoppable: tongue fucking, licking Mom's labia, swiping her lips and tongue over Mom's clit. While Mom tried to maintain her composure, her ante-bellum fantasy soon disintegrated into guttural moans, as her hips rocked into Janna's face. Sweat was dripping down her body and along the swell of her magnificent tits.

I decided to become a bit more pro-active. I knelt behind Janna, pushed her skirt above her waist, and pulled down her panties. Her cunt was totally devoid of hair. I slipped three fingers inside her; she was dripping wet.

I fitted my cock to her cunt and entered her. I cannot adequately describe the sensation. Even now, all these years later, I've never known a tighter, more well-muscled cunt. She and I would make love many times, but nothing matched this first time. And although the joy of Mom's cunt and anus had taught me about drawing out my own orgasm when my dick was lodged in especially tight places, I still wasn't going to last long. Janna's cunt was a velvet vise. I needed to do something to hurry her along.

I took a firm hold on her labia, pressing its lips together, trapping her clitoris within. Janna immediately responded and pushed back against me, coming close to lifting me from the floor.

"You bitches like it hard, don't you."

"That's hows I like it young massa, HARD."

Her cunt was so tight and clamped down on me with such force that I was afraid she'd rip the skin from my dick. The only thing that saved me was her flow: she had an inexhaustible supply of sweet slippery pussy juice. I called her a slave, a whore, a slut, a sweet black bitch, and a host of incendiary phrases. My words and firm grip on her labia and clit had their effect, her moans, although muffled, were strong and constant.

We fucked hard. Sometimes sex can be gentle, but right now it was about three powerful well-cared for bodies pushing themselves to create and share pleasure. Janna had worked her body to perfection, ending up with a tight cunt and a body that could sustain the impact of a man slamming into her with the force of a linebacker and still push back just as hard. Mom had built herself into a force of nature. She was physical perfection, the type of woman to whom Janna enjoyed submitting; the kind of mistress for whom a slave-bitch loved to perform.

I felt my balls tighten. I was about to come.

"You got a nice tight cunt, you sweet black bitch. Ready for your master's cum. Ready to bear your master's half-breed boy, sweet nigger-cunt."

I couldn't take any more. Still working her labia hard, I blew my sperm inside her. Watching me convulse set off Mom, who pulled Janna's head into her crotch before emitting a hard yell and pouring her juice into Janna's mouth. The feel of our bodies vibrating around her pushed Janna over the edge, who let out a series of low guttural moans as her body shuddered in a powerful orgasm.

We were all laying there, awash in the joys of our orgasms when Janna asked, a smile on her face, "Am I welcome to the big house?"

"Anytime," Mom assured her.

The two woman kissed, a sweet affectionate kiss. Then there was a fourth voice, smaller and lighter than Janna's.

"It's my turn, Janna."

I looked to the right and saw a beautiful woman of Asian descent removing her powder blue stewardess's uniform. She was as lithe and graceful as Janna was stocky and powerful.

Janna made the introductions. "Randy, Jen, this is Hu. She was with me last night at the club. We're sharing duties on the flight."

"Nice to meet you," Hu said. "Randy, you must have quite the cock. Janna doesn't let many men up there. I, on the other hand, adore a big dick and a man who knows how to use it."

As Hu disrobed Janna dressed and headed up-front.

* * * * By the time the light came on instructing us to fasten our seat belts, Mom and Hu were in a 69, Mom on the bottom. I was fucking Hu from behind and Mom licking Hu's sweet pussy, but occasionally taking one of my testicles in her mouth or licking my cock as it emerged from Hu's snatch. At the pilot's warning that all passengers should remain seated, Mom sucked Hu's clit into her mouth and wrapped her thumb and index finger around my dick, putting intense pressure on it as it pounded Hu's tiny cunt.

Mom's touch inspired me to pick up the pace, stretching Hu's pussy and stimulating places inside her she hadn't known existed. When Mom slid a finger in Hu's asshole, Hu began shaking and pounding her ass into Mom's face. I slapped her butt twice and Hu pulled her head away from Mom's snatch, resting it on Mom's thigh while pushing her ass back into my cock and cooing, "Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh." Her cunt began twitching around my cock, the pretty young woman let out a high-pitch squeal and half-muttered, "Sweetmotherofgod," as her body convulsed, her arms flopping about, her face contorting in a mask of pleasure as an orgasm flooded her body.

That's when we heard the pilot's familiar drone: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now on our final approach into New Orleans."

Mom pulled my penis from Hu's sex, rolled Hu off of her, straddled the stewardess' face, and began fucking herself on the Hu's gentle features, using the girl's nose and chin as nubs on which to stimulate her cunt and clitoris. Mom took hold of my erection and dropped her face over it, letting half its length disappear into her mouth. I barely moved as Mom rammed her face into my cock while her tongue and cheeks bathed its length with pleasure.

Hu, recovered from her orgasm, clamped her hands on Mom's ass cheeks. Mom stopped sliding her sex across her face and started pushing her ass up and down. Mom pulled my cock from her mouth and groaned.

"Eat my cunt you sweet little bitch," she exclaimed.

Mom jerked me off while letting Hu guide the movement of her ass. Mom's eyes were glazed over and while she continued to fist my cock, her attention was focused on what this sweet Asian girl was doing between her legs.

"Unnnh, unnnnhhhhh, uuunnnnhhhhhh, uuuunnnnnhhhhhhh, uuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh."

She gave my cock one last hard pull and pressed her hips into Hu's face. "OHHHHHH, YYEEAAAHHHHHH, COMMMMINNNNNNNGGGG," she screamed. I came just as she did did, spraying my load onto Mom's tits, from where it dripped to Hu's torso.

It was only then that I realized that we had landed. I looked at Mom and Hu. Hu had struggled to a sitting position and was licking gobs of my cum from Mom's tits. We cleaned ourselves as best we could, exchanged contact information -- Janna and Hu would be eschewing hotels in favor of our place on future trips to New Orleans - and deboarded.As Mom and I dragged our bodies from bed the next morning we found breakfast waiting and Dad clad in pink lingerie. We got ourselves to work and school, were reinvigorated by our evening work out and, after a good fuck, lay in bed contemplating the conquest of Deborah Havre. A little background information, we decided, would be useful.

Grandad provided me with the name of an investigator. Grandad had been treating me with new found respect over the last several months. Did he have some inkling of the changes in my household? The dealerships employed Russell Accounting, the firm where Billy, Ms. Havre's husband, worked. I instructed Dad to make some discreet inquiries about him.

By Thursday we had the information we wanted. Ms. Havre grew up in an upscale mid-western suburb, where she lived through her parents messy public divorce. Money had been scarce after that and in a community which prized conspicuous consumption, she was unable to compete. In high school and college she compensated by becoming everybody's best friend, the girl to whom the other girls brought their problems. She learned to empathize with and mold herself to the needs of those around her.

During high school and her first few years at college she had been unattractive; heavy and indifferent to her hair, clothes, and make-up. After her junior year in college a sorority friend invited her to California for the summer to work for her dad's company. They pay was good, the work easy, and the friend stylish and a fitness fanatic. Under the influence of this woman Deborah returned for her senior year a slim, trim, well-dressed knock-out.

She immediately caught the eye of William, called Billy, Havre, the president of one of the college's prominent fraternities. He was a big man on campus. She had gone from listening to other girls describe their boyfriend problems to dating one of the school's most desirable men. When he proposed she was ecstatic.

Billy's post-college life had not gotten off to a good start. Dad's sources indicated his job was in trouble. He was still seen as a party boy and the firm's clients did not take him seriously. He was also drinking too much. Ms. Harve had thought she had found a strong and successful man who would take care of her. He turned out to be a light-weight.

Mom and I, at times consulting with Sarah and Patricia, spent the next days planing strategy. Deborah wanted a strong men she could take care of. Although unhappy, however, she was too weak, too much a people-pleaser, to cheat. She would have to be taken, to be dragged over that boundary. I knew the man for the job.

* * * *

On Monday there was a fifteen exercise math assignment due. I approached Ms. Havre after class. My eyes boring in on her, I said "I didn't turn in the assignment."

She took the blame. "Was there a problem with it?"

I sucked her in with faint reassurance. "I assume it was fine. I had some trouble with the final two problems. Rather than turn in second rate work I decided to work them with you after class. Deborah glanced at her watch. "I told the class I couldn't stay late this week because of family car troubles. I need to catch a ride home."

"I'll drive you home."

"I think there is a rule about students and teachers riding alone together."

With my best exasperated look, I said, "Afraid you'll get a reputation as a bad girl? Don't worry, I won't tell. Call your ride and tell her to leave without you."

She paused and gave a short nervous laugh. When I didn't back down, her voice tone dropping, she said, "Okay." Although her body language was reluctant, Deborah did as instructed and texted her ride.

She and I began to work through the problems. I had gone over both of them with Sarah and Lauren, who had armed me with enough information to confound Ms. Havre and then, eventually, show her the answers. I was, for the moment, the teacher, she the student. When we were done she thanked me.

"Since there is that no-fraternization rule, go to the green door by the parking lot side of the gym. None of the school's cameras show that area. I can pick you up there without anyone knowing."

"I can call my husband. I don't want to be any trouble."

My tone dismissive, I said, "Don't worry about him. See you in five minutes." I left the room, leaving no time for objection.

She was waiting for me. She had fixed her make-up and combed her hair. I opened the car door. She got in.

She looked around. "Nice car."

"It's Mom's convertible."

She gave me her address. When we reached the intersection at which I would turn right towards her condominium, however, I turned left. Ms. Havre started to correct me.

"Ms. Havre, it's a gorgeous day, I've got Mom's convertible, an opportunity rarely bestowed, and a beautiful woman in it. I gonna explore the country north of town. I'm not going to waste the chance to cruise in a great car, on a lovely day, with a sexy lady."

Although initially tense, Deborah quickly loosened up. This opportunity to put her cares behind her was to good to pass up. We chatted, she was receptive to my compliments and the flask I handed her. She turned her head to the sun, enjoying its warmth on her face. We had been driving for half-an-hour. It was time to make the conversation more personal. "Enjoying the ride?"

She paused, and then, "Yes, I am. It's nice to get away from it all."

I reached over, ostensibly to straighten her hair, and ran a finger along her neck. Then I lay my hand on her arm. She looked down. She knew she shouldn't let me touch her like that, but she liked the way it felt and it seemed safe, I was focused on my driving. She did nothing.

"Ms. Havre, I've wondered about that. Last year you were always so upbeat in class. This year you sometimes seem sad. Is everything okay?"

"Everything is," she paused, rolling the word around in her mind, "fine."

"That was not a convincing answer."

"You don't want to hear about my problems."

I pushed the role reversal. "You're always listening to everyone else's problems. Somebody should listen to you."

And now, the next step, telling her how she felt, "And, in any case, you know you want to tell me. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

She started to talk, at first haltingly, then more freely. I sped down some hilly roads, emphasizing the feeling of freedom, and exploited the rural areas adjoining our community, removing her from familiar sights. Still, she was not going to tell me, her student, about an indifferent husband. I needed something I could interpret as a confession.

She finally gave it to me.

"Billy goes out drinking after work. He doesn't come home until late and then he's too drunk to be much company."

I turned back towards town.

"You're kidding me, he has a woman like you at home and he'd rather me in a bar?"

"Yeah, he doesn't seem as interested in me as used to be."

"If you were waiting for me at home after work, I don't think I'd be hanging with the dudes. Hell, I'd tie you to the bed in the morning so no time would be wasted when I got home. Shit, look at you. A man with a woman like you should take you every night, all night."

She looked at me and started fiddling with her hair, internalizing the image of being tied to her bed, of being ravished by a man so insatiable for her, so in lust, that he couldn't get enough; a man who would always make sure he had his way with her. She shifted in her seat. She was distracted, her mind balanced between discomfort and fascination with her thoughts. Then she remembered she should object. "Thank you, but I'm not sure you should be talking to me like that."

"Hell, I know I shouldn't. What is about to happen shouldn't either, but it will. I'm going to slip my right hand down your skirt. You will tell me not to, but you will slide your legs apart anyway."

I reached over, placed my hand on her leg, and reached under her skirt, pulling the hem of her panties aside.

Deborah protested. "You can't do this. You've got to stop."

"You're right, I shouldn't do it, but I certainly can do it. I want to do it. You want me to do it. Everyone thinks you're sweet and innocent. But I know the truth. I know what you're really like, I know about your dirty, naughty thoughts. But you're right. Tell me not to do it; tell me to stop. It's important that you not give in easily, it's important that you try to maintain appropriate boundaries. In fact, it turns you on more to know I'm doing the forbidden despite your effort to stop me."

My index finger found her vagina. It was wet.

"But you will surrender. It's futile to resist. Tell me to stop."

"Stop."

I ran my index finger along the length of her labia. It moistened and quivered, surrendering to my touch.

"Didn't work, try it again."

This time, her voice weaker, the words drawn out, "Please, stop."

I didn't. "You were born to please a man. Your beauty didn't come naturally, I know how hard you worked at it, and then you gave it to a man who failed you. You want to offer it again, but you're not strong enough. You're not strong enough to break the rules that say a wife is loyal to her husband or a teacher can't submit to her student, but I'm strong enough."

By now her vaginal flow was intense and I had two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. She was issuing soft groans and when my thumb found her clitoris, she jumped.

"Tell me to stop again."

Her voice soft, laden with lust and need: "Please stop." She closed her eyes and moaned.

We pulled into the parking lot behind her condominium complex. When I hit a traffic bump her eyes popped open; she saw where she was. This was not a safe place; it was a dangerous place. Half consciously, she started humping her hips into my fingers. I pulled into a spot at the back of the lot.

"You said stop, but I don't believe you and you don't believe you. We both know how good it feels to submit, to let me take control. A man who knows what to do with a beautiful woman, that's what you want. You want to be fucked all night long by a man who's stronger than you. A man who will use your body to please himself. To him you're just nothing but something to fuck and relieve the burning need inside his cock. Think about it, think about how he takes you, he cares only about himself, and it makes you crazy with lust."

Deborah's eyes were shut and his mouth ajar, breathing in short gasps. "Unnh, unnnnnh. Uuunnnnhhhhh."

"A man who never asks what you like or what you want, who fucks you like he just got out of prison and you're the first piece of ass he's seen. He's not just fucking your body, he's found the core of your being, making you let go of all the inhibitions, finding the part of you that is pure lust, that has no boundaries. The part that's a whore, that's a slut, that just wants to be fucked."

Deborah's pussy was contracting around my fingers. "Unnnhhh, uunhhnnnnhhhhh. Uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh."

"The kind of man who doesn't wait for the bedroom, who fucks you against the door. Who pins you to the wall and enters you. He doesn't wait for you to undress, he rips the clothes from your body. He's not interested in foreplay, he licks your face, claws at your tits, treats you like a piece of meat, and knows your cunt is ready. Your body is covered in sweat and drool, your sole purpose is to get him off."

Debbie pressed her hands against the seat, rocking her cunt against my pistoning fingers . She was panting and moaning and spit ran from the corner of her mouth. She was going to explode soon. Her vagina contracted around my finger; her eyes rolled back in her head. I had succeeded beyond expectations. She was ready to cum. It was time to reinforce my message.

"You want to come don't you? Try begging, beg me to stop Then when you know you've done your best, that you're powerless, then you can come. Beg me to leave your slutty pussy alone."

I increased the pressure on her clitoris. Her body shaking with need, she said, "Stop, please, please stop. Please, please, I beg you, pleaseeee...., I'm not a bad girl, I'm a good girl, I really am. Shit, no, feels so good, no unnnhhhhh, uuunnnnnhhhhhh, FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, FUCK. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, COMMMMMING, PLEASE GOD! COMMMMINNNNGGGGGG!!!!"

She jerked like a fish out of water, pouring juice on my hand. I expertly brought her to a series of follow-up orgasms until, finally, she could come no more. She was leaning back, eyes closed, a hand laying across her exposed cunt, her breathing slow and deep. I held my hand to her mouth. She knew what I wanted. She cleaned it with her tongue.

Still mired in a post-orgasmic haze, the ability to resist gone, I instructed her. "You've tried to be a good girl, but its no use. Now you've begun a transformation, you're going to my bad little girl. Tomorrow wear the short black skirt you wore last Tuesday. Did you have on 2 ½ inch pumps that day?"

Although she was having trouble focusing, but after a few seconds, nodded her head.

"Tomorrow wear three inch heels. Let's see how those look."

I retrieved a bag from the backseat. "You will also wear these."

She looked inside the bag, the joy cascading through her body still interfering with her ability to focus.

"They're garters and stockings. My girls wear garters and stockings."

She looked at me, her eyes shining. She nodded.

"Get to school early, unlock your classroom door, leave a copy of the key on your desk, and go to the teachers' lounge. When you return to your classroom you'll find my instructions."

She listened, but was still thinking about sex. She looked at my crotch and then at me. Raising an eyebrow, her hand rubbing my thigh, she asked, "Do you want me to?"

"No, you've not proven your worth."

She took the shopping bag and, legs wobbly, got out of the car.

* * * *

I shared my success with Mom during our evening work-out. Afterwards we celebrated with a vigorous fuck. Mom then summoned Dad to the bedroom. He was wearing a red teddy and four inch heels. Dad had lost about fifteen pounds and, as the result of his daily work-outs, was developing some musculature. His daily dose of estrogen had caused his penis to shrink and there was definite feminization of the hips and breasts.

"Slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Your inquiry of Russell Accounting was useful. We have a reward for you."

Mom flipped on the television. There appeared Dad's girlfriend; the voices indicated the recording was made by the same person who had made the first recording. Mom turned up the sound.

"He hadn't been around for awhile. He says his wife was suspicious and keeping an eye on him. God, have you seen her lately? Damn she looks good. I can't figure what she sees in him. Well, in any case, she went out-of-town last weekend and we got together. He's different. He was never particularly manly, but now he's closer to a best girl-friend than a lover. But what's amazing is his pussy eating. Over the weekend he didn't show any interest in coming himself, but was eager to eat me and he's great at it! In the years we've been together he never made me come; but suddenly he was doing it three or four times a day. I'm not sure what his wife's done to him, but I'm all for it."

Mom switched off the recording. Dad beamed. "Thank you Mistress."

Dad left to clean the kitchen and Mom and I started planning for the next day. Assuming she didn't call in sick, Deborah would make a bid for independence. It would be a plea for reasonableness, not an assertion of power. It would be in a public place; she would not want to face me in private. It was, in short, a prime opportunity to assert my dominance. Before that confrontation, however, I would launch a pre-emptive strike, subverting her status as teacher.

* * * *

When I arrived in school the next morning I found her classroom unlocked and a key waiting for me in an envelope. I pocketed it and left the following instructions:

Tell the class its performance on the final two questions on last week's homework was poor, that you and I discussed them after class, and then worked them on the board. Invite me up to do so again. While in front of the class display no reaction to what I do.

Deborah, like most of the teachers, went to the teachers' lounge after the first period. I positioned myself outside her classroom and approached her from behind.

"Ms. Favre."

Startled, she stopped and turned around. She was flustered; her lips pressed together; she was not prepared to confront me first thing in the morning.

"Yes, Mr. Nicholas."

"You dressed as instructed. You look good." Half consciously, a grin spread across her face. She nodded. "Thank you."

I kept my gaze locked on her. She futilely tried to hold my stare, but kept looking away. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, afraid of what I would say, thinking it would be about the evening before.

It was not. "The assignment I did not hand in Monday. I checked the work. It was correct. Enter an 'A' in your grade book."

She laughed, nervous. "Well, I mean, it's just that...."

Her voice broke off. I didn't help her; my stare was unyielding. She fidgeted and then extended her arms towards me, palms up, trying to find the words to go on. And then, when she did, as she began to speak, I interrupted her.

"It's just that you're not supposed to. Is that it?"

"Well..., yes."

"Sweet girl, I, not you, determine what you should do. And, in any case, as you learned yesterday, I'm much more interested in what you're not supposed to do."

Her voice was halting. "About that, I need to talk to you," she stumbled momentarily, and then quickly added, "but not in the classroom."

"Excellent, you're acknowledging you're too weak to face me in private. You already understand I'm in charge. Soon the desire to serve me will consume you. There is brown reading table on the left side of the library, towards the back of the atrium. It's big enough for two. I'll be waiting at lunch."

* * * *

The table was in the corner of the room and out of anyone's sight line. People would see a teacher talking to a student, but no one would have reason to stare. It also had sides; no one could see under it.

I was reviewing notes on my computer when Deborah approached. I pulled a chair out for her and sat across the table. She was nervous, already fussing with her hair and hands, looking away. She didn't want to confront me. She would try to blame herself. I would let her.

"Randy, yesterday was my fault. I shouldn't have let it happen."

"You're such a pretty girl, but a little slow. You had nothing to do with it. Yesterday happened because I wanted it to happen. I brought you off because I wanted to and, if you're honest with yourself, you'll acknowledge that you wanted it. Are you trying to say you should have said no to me?"

She hesitated, and then, "Yes, I mean, I should have stopped you."

"But the problem is that you didn't want to say no, you didn't want me to stop. Ms. Havre, you're designed to serve a man. What you married doesn't fit the bill. He doesn't know what you are and he's a clear sign you don't understand what you are or what you need. I do. It doesn't matter if you say no to me. I will still have you. You can say no all you want, but we both know you wouldn't mean it and, even if you did, it would make no difference, I will still have you."

She was a bit stunned. This was not going as planned. I shifted my position.

"Last night, after I left, I know you masturbated while fantasizing about sucking my cock, opening your legs to me, feeling by fat dick in your sweet twat. I have a question: did you do all this while your husband was awake or did you wait for him to go to sleep?"

"Don't talk like that here."

"Was it before he went to sleep?"

"It's none of your business.

"My sexy teacher is jerking off dreaming of my big dick, and it's none of my business? You can do better than that; you're supposed to be smart. Answer my question."She looked for the strength to defy me, but it was not there. "I told him I was going to the supermarket and did it in the car." She visibly gathered her strength, "But it ends there."

"You couldn't even wait til he fell asleep? You are a submissive little bitch. Sweet girl, it ends when I say it ends. When you were sliding your fingers into your hot cunt, wishing it was me, was I your dream lover, a lover who fulfilled your need to let a man take control of you, to turn your body into his plaything? Did you beg me to fuck you? Did my dick completely fill you?"

"Look, I didn't come to talk about this."

"Actually, you did, or you wouldn't have asked to see me. You would have called the police and reported a sexual assault. Now answer my question."

She tried to out stare me, but it didn't take long for her eyes to drift down. "Yes, some."

"And in your fantasies, did you enjoy submitting to me?"

She looked down. She nodded her head. Her face flushed. "Yes."

"When you played with your pussy did you come over and over again?" "Yes."

"You're aroused now, aren't you? You can feel blood pouring into your tits, your twat, you can feel them swelling with need. Juice is leaking from you."

"Please don't talk like that here."

"I'll take that as a yes. Take a second, focus on your pussy, think about how much it craves my attention, how much it wants my fat dick."

The fight had left her. Her mind drifted to the burning place between her legs. She let out a quiet whimper and her eyes glazed. She ran her tongue over her lips.

"I'm going to slip my foot between your legs."

"Not here," is what she said, but she did not move. My toes were on her panties, rubbing up and down. I was not going to bring her off, but here, in the library, in the center of the school, surrounded by hundreds of people, I effortlessly exerted my dominance over her.

"I'll stop if you tell me and," my voice tone scolding as if talking to a child, "you must be honest, that you're not aroused, that your cunt's not dripping wet."

She couldn't meet my stare. Her hands were flat on the table. She pushed against my foot.

"Text your friend. Let her know you won't need a ride home tonight."

She took her cell phone from her purse and, hands shaking, did as she was told. I ran by big toe up and down her slit. Her cunt quivered at my touch.

"Reach under the table and take my foot in your hand. Rub your cunt with it."

She looked around and did as instructed. Her face was flush and her breathing increasingly ragged. She began cooing softly. It would soon become obvious to anyone near us what was happening.

I got up from the table. "Follow me."

I left the library and she, struggling to keep up, followed me. I took her to the teacher's bathroom.

"Go inside, bring yourself off, remove your panties, and bring them to me."

She did not object, but a look of concern flashed across her face.

"Don't worry, I'll stand guard."

She was not in the bathroom for long when I heard her muffled groans as she came. When she returned she handed me her panties. They were black, lacy, and very sexy.

"When you came how did you imagine I was fucking you?"

She looked at me, her eyes flashing in delight. "You were fucking me from behind."

"Be careful not to flash anyone other than me. And remember what you were told, don't react to anything I do in front of the class."

* * * *

When I walked into Deborah's class, the last of the day, she was reviewing the note I had left for her that morning. The classroom was a former biology lab and featured a four foot high work bench that ran the width of the room; the students could only see someone standing behind it from the chest up. At her invitation I joined Deborah at the front of the room and while she explained to the class that I would demonstrate the problems from last week's assignment, I stood to her side, cupped her firm ass, and slowly pulled up her skirt. I ran my fingers along her garters, hooking a finger in the top of a stocking while stroking her naked ass. She swayed -- the movement too slight to be noticed by the class -- in time with my fingers.

At her invitation I worked the problems. I had reviewed my notes of my conversations with Lauren and Sarah immediately before class and displayed a mastery of the subject. I then sat next to Deborah to explain what I had done. As I did I passed her a note.

"Show me your pussy."

When she hesitated I placed a hand on her knee and ran it up her leg. She glanced around and lifted her skirt, displaying her sex to me. When it was her turn to address the class I turned to face her, checking her groin with my peripheral vision. She was swollen and wet, I could see the light reflect from the juice infiltrating her pubes.

I answered a question and passed her another note.

"Touch yourself."

This time there was no hesitation. She reached down and, slowly, carefully, slipped an index finger inside herself. Her wet pussy sucked it inside. She let out a low sigh and her face flushed. She glanced at my crotch. She started to move her finger in and out. Her eyes were glassy; she had lost track of what I was saying.

I passed her a third note: "Take you finger from your cunt, lick the juices off, put your skirt back in place, and ask for any last questions."

She slowly, dreamily, removed her finger from her cunt and slipped the wet finger into her mouth, trying to cover the action with her hand. When she was done she asked for questions. It was the last class of the day. There were no more questions.

As the class filed out, I turned to her. "Pretend all you want, but you belong to me. I'll see you in thirty minutes where I picked you up yesterday."

When I pulled up she was waiting. She had fixed her hair and make-up and straightened her clothes. She got in, but said nothing. I turned north of the school and in a quarter of a mile drove onto an old dirt road that ran into the woods, stopping at a small clearing. From here we could see the school and hear the traffic on the road. I told her to pay on the hood of the car, pushed aside her short skirt, inserted a dildo slightly smaller that my cock into a pussy dripping with need, slid a finger into her asshole, and started eating her. After an hour her body was so spent and wracked by repeated orgasms that even I couldn't ring another from her.

As I drove her home she repeatedly reached for my cock only to be rebuffed with a "not yet." I instructed her on what to wear the following day: an equally short skirt, slightly higher and more provocative shoes, a thong and, of course, garters. Her nails would be polished a sexy red.

Mom and I celebrated that night by doing a sandwich with Dad. He ate her pussy while I took him anally. After we both came Mom donned a dildo and we switched places.

* * * *

The following day, using the classroom key she had provided, I left this note:

The teacher John Johnson thinks your hot. Go to him, tell him you left your password at home, and you need to access the school's computer. He will volunteer to let you use his code. When he does stand close enough -- he'll dig that -- to see his code. At lunch lock your door and remain in your classroom.

At lunch I used my key to enter the classroom. Deborah was waiting.

"Pull up your dress."

She was wearing garters and a thong; she had dressed as instructed.

Her computer was on her desk. She handed me Mr. Johnson's security code. I entered it and was in the school's system. I checked. She had entered an "A" for the homework I had not turned in Monday.

"Scroll over to Mr. Johnson's grades."

She did as ordered. We found the grades for the year's first test. I had scored an "89." I ordered her to change it to a "97." She looked at me, said nothing, and complied.

"Good girl, its time for your reward."

I opened two windows, dropped my pants, and sat in her chair. The sound of the schoolyard filled the room. Deborah knelt and took me in her mouth. I had her take her time, treating her as a novice, alternating vigorous thrusts into her mouth with instructions to lick my cock's length and pay special attention to its sensitive head. I made sure to maintain eye contact. I considered blowing my load onto her face, but unsure of how to explain the dried cum to the class, I emptied my balls in her mouth. She then brought herself off.

Coach wanted to meet with the team captains after school. I let her drive home with her friend, but left her with simple instructions for the following day: leave a key to her condominium on her desk and return home immediately after school. I let her choose her own clothes.

* * * *

On Thursday, other than picking up the condo key, I did not interact with Deborah, playing on her self-doubt, stoking her insecurities, letting her dwell on her inadequacies. She would wonder if she was good enough. Was her blow-job not up to standards? Had I used her only to get access to the school's computer? What else must she do to be worthy of servitude?

As expected, although I had allowed her to choose her own clothing, her blouse showed a hint of cleavage and left no question as to her ample endowment, her skirt was short and she wore black boots with narrow heels which complemented her legs. Her nails and make-up were perfect. During lunch, as nonchalantly as she could manage, she prowled the school yard, looking for me. During class she kept trying to catch my eye. When she called on me, my responses were polite, but left no room for follow-up. After class she tried to get my attention, but I ignored her, leaving the room with the prettiest girl in the class.

Thus, when she arrived home thirty minutes later she was surprised to find me sitting on her sofa.

"Strip."

Without a word the clothes dropped from her exquisite body. Her tits blushed and nipples hardened; her clitoris swelled; her pussy juiced up.

I gestured to two short ropes, each with noose on the end.

"Tie those to your feet."

She did.

When she stood back up, legs trembling, I headed for her bedroom. Wordlessly, she followed.

"Tie your legs to the bed."

She sat on the bed, securing her legs to the bed posts.

I sat next to her and tied one arm to a bedpost. Debbie dutifully extended her free arm, which I fastened to the other post. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted, breathing slow and deep. A trickle of pussy juice ran down her thigh.

"You like being tied to the bed. You like being helpless. Do you know why? It's because you're too weak and fearful to acknowledge what you are and what you want to be. You're a sex-toy. But you can't accept that. That's why you married your pretty boy, because you knew he'd never show you the truth. And that's why your cunt is on fire now, because you know I will. Your sole mission is to please me. To devote yourself to me. From now on your life will be pleasing me. You know you want to suck your strong man's cock. You know you can never tell him no. In fact when you think about it, you never even tried. Tell me I'm wrong. If you do I will untie you, leave, and we will never talk of these things again."

There was no resistance. Instead her eyes brimming with tears, she cried out, "Please, please don't leave." And, for the first time since she and I had started our dance, she held my stare.

"A week ago you were in charge, now I've tied you to your own bed. Hell, you tied yourself. God, that makes my dick hard."

I undressed and sat back on the bed, running my hand up her leg.

"I like breaking forbidden women."

I entered her with my thumb. She pushed her hips up, "Ehhhhhh."

She was soaking wet. I worked her cunt until her juice covered her legs and flowed into the crack of her ass. I forced a finger into her asshole. She was nice and tight back there, probably a virgin. She started writhing on the bed, emitting an insane cacophony of grunts and groans. It was time. I straddled and entered her, reaching her deepest recesses in one long motion. She pushed her hips up as my fat dick descended into her. She was eager to be fucked; she was craving my cock.

"God, your tight Debbie, you make my dick feel so good. I'm going to fuck you deep and hard. I'm going to fuck my teacher-cunt. My sweet teacher has such sweet pussy. How does it feel, baby, to give that sweet teacher pussy to a student. What would the principal say? What would the school board say?"

"Don't care....., fuck me, fuck me." "But its so wrong to let a student tie you up and fuck you."

"Don't care, FUCK ME, PLEASE."

I was giving her the good hard fuck she needed. Her pussy was delightfully tight. Whatever her husband was packing was not properly stretching her; pretty-boy did not have my equipment.

And, as I fucked her body, I fucked with her mind. "You've pretended all you life to be good, but you're a bad, bad girl, aren't you? I'm going to fuck you deep and hard, fuck you like the hot little cunt you are, fuck you like you've always wanted to be fucked. You love giving your sweet teacher-cunt to one of your students, you nasty naughty slut."

"I am a naughty slut, fuck the teacher-slut, fuck her, please fuck her, fuck the teacher-cunt!"

I buried my face in her neck, savoring the mix of her sweat and lust. I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered.

"Everyone thinks you're this sweet, innocent girl. But I know the truth. I know you used to be a little fat girl. I know how hard you worked for this hot little body. But you're afraid to use it. I'm not. I am going to dress you up and show it off, display you in slut clothes with slut hair, nails, and make-up. I know what you're really like, I know about your dirty, nasty, naughty thoughts. I know you have them all the time."

Her voice filled the room. "I am a nasty slut. I AM A NASTY SLUT. IT'S ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE. FUCK ME, GODDAMN, CUMMING, FUCK THE TEACHER-SLUT. OH GOD. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

Her body jerked under mine as she was consumed by her orgasm. It was a struggle, but I did not blow my load into her twitching tight cunt. Instead I pulled out and lay next to her, my dick still hard, and ran my hands along her inner thighs and the sides of her body. She stared at my cock, "God, its magnificent," she purred.

I turned my attention to her breasts. She mewled like a contented cat as I caressed them. Her pretty red nipples stood at attention.

"You're such a bad little girl, letting yourself be tied up like this. We shouldn't be doing this... this is so bad. But you're such a submissive little slut, one just can't resist."

I focused my attention on one of her hard nipples, taking it between my fingers and increasing the pressure until she winced in pain. Her cunt heated up, her flow increased, and the scent of her arousal intensified.

I took the nipple of her other tit between my fingers, repeating the treatment.

"You have no control. I can do whatever I want with you, you're at my mercy."

Instead of trying to escape she pushed her chest into my hand, offering me her tits. Her head rolled back and lips parted. Drops of saliva bubbled in the corners of her mouth. I increased the pressure, but she didn't whimper in pain; she moaned like a bitch-dog in heat. No matter what I did her body craved it. I rolled between her legs and shoved my cock into her soaking vagina, pinning her to the bed.

"I'm fucking you now. You cannot control what's happening. You're just a cunt being fucked hard. And you like being fucked hard, don't you cunt? You're panting like a crazed whore. You have no secrets from me; I knew you were a slave-slut before you did. Say what's on your mind, surrender yourself to me... surrender your mind, your body. Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine. You're my naughty girl, my sex doll. I own your pussy. The only reason you exist is to take MY dick deep inside your pussy."

Sweat was pouring from her as she pushed up against me, slamming her hips into mine each time I thrust into her. She pulled hard on the ropes tying her to the bed, savoring her own helplessness.

"I belong to you, yesss, I am a cunt that belongs to you."

"From now on you'll do what I tell you, my naughty little girl. That's what you want. You want to obey. The thought is making you hot, you're on fire, aren't you, you little cunt, that's what you want, to obey, to mold yourself to my will, to become my cunt."

"Yes, oh god yes, I'm you cunt, YES!"

"Fuck who I order you to fuck, fuck where I tell you to fuck, suck who I order you to suck, dress as I order you to dress."

"I am your doll, your toy, your fuck-slave."

"Who is your master?"

"You are, master, my lord, my king, my daddy, yes big daddy. Fill me up, fill me with your cum, oh daddy, fuck my tight cunt, fuck your baby girl! Make me scream with that big dick of yours! Faster! Deeper! Harder! FUCK ME, PLEASE MASTER, FUCK SHIT FUCK, EYAHHHHH, AHHHHHH."

As a mind-blowing, body-thrashing, pussy-numbing climax possessed her body I made no effort to hold back, pushing her hips deep into the bed while I spilled my cum inside her cunt. After her shaking body finally came to rest, she murmured softly, over and over, "Thank you master, thank you, I've never felt this good. My toes and fingers are tingling. I love you master, I love you master. I belong to you. I'll be such a good slave. I'm your cunt...." And so she continued, babbling on, reiterating her devotion until her voice grew weak and she faded into a deep sleep.

After I got out of the shower I checked the clock; her husband would be home in thirty minutes. I untied her and placed an ice cube between her tits, which were rising and falling in time with her slow breathing. She awoke with a start and glanced around the room, disoriented.

"Master, did I fall asleep? I don't remember."

"Yes my pet."

She looked at her hands and feet. "You untied me?" She stretched. " Master, my body has never felt this good. Oh, I need to tell you, I was having the most delicious dream. You were fucking me hard in front of the entire class. Everyone knew I was your whore. After you were done with me you were going to let all the boys fuck me while the girls sucked you off." Her eyes drifted down to my cock. "Do your want your slut to suck you off now?"

"Not now. Your husband will be home in twenty-five minutes. Break down the bed. Put the sheets and blankets in the washing machine. Give your face a quick cleaning and apply light make up. Do not bathe or shower. Your husband will be horny and feeling guilty. He'll want sex. Tell him you'll suck his cock, but only after he eats you. After you're sure he has sucked every drop of my cum from your cunt, tell him he is just not doing it for you tonight and suck him off. After he comes make sure you spit out his seed so he notices; no swallowing. Tomorrow at school wear garters, no panties, a short skirt, four inch heels, and a sweater that shows off your tits."

She did not question me or ask how I knew her husband's schedule or intentions. Instead, with a happy, "Yes Master," she scurried to her chores.

* * * *

My knowledge of her husband's schedule was due to Amy. After Mom and I decided to capture Debbie Havre, we discussed our plan with Patricia and Sarah. Patricia suggested her friend, Amy Weinberger. Amy stood four feet eleven inches tall, weighed about ninety pounds, and was cute as a button. She had long straight black hair, a dark attractive face, and a slender almost boy-like body with a pair of firm cup-cake size tits. She was nineteen, a college freshman. She was smart and sophisticated and often passed for a woman several years older. With her tiny body and smarts, she could also pass for someone much younger.

Mom and I spent a good part of a day discussing our plan with Amy. Well, to be honest, the three of us spent most of the day screwing, but we talked some. Through Dad's connections we acquired a forged learner's permit that showed Amy's age to be a few month's shy of sixteen. On Wednesday night she was at the bar where Debbie's husband had a few beers after work. She flirted with him and said she'd be there the next night.As expected, he showed up. They flirted some more and he suggested a date. Amy seemed interested, but said she wasn't sure, asking if he'd ever had cheated on his wife before. By the time he got home that night he was both guilt-ridden and horny. When he was unable to bring his wife off he was happy to find she was still willing to give him a blow job. He didn't object when she refused to swallow.

* * * *

Before classes the next morning Debbie related the events of the evening before. Watching her husband swallow my cum aroused her, but, per instructions, she did not orgasm. She displayed no interest in how I knew what would happen; she had integrated my omniscience into her personality.

She lifted her skirt to show her bare cunt. She had not worn panties. The homecoming football game was that evening. I instructed her to tell her husband that teachers were expected to attend the game, but he didn't have to go.

I went on. "Coach is against it, but I like a good hard fuck before a game. Meet me in the utility closet on the parking lot side of the gym after the rally."

In the fifteen minutes before classes began I fucked her sweet horny face.

* * * *

Debbie was waiting for me after the rally, her eyes ablaze with need. I could make out her erect nipples through the sweater; she had removed her bra. I shoved her into the janitor's closet.

She reached down for my cock, rubbing its outline through my pants. "Your slut is ready, Master."

I pushed her over the sink, hard. She wrinkled her nose.

"You don't like the smell?"

"No Master, it stinks in here."

Her's was a normal reaction, it did stink. She had to learn, however, that her normal reactions did not matter, only service mattered. My voice cold, distant, and controlling, I said, "Your place is to serve. You should be celebrating the opportunity to serve me, not worrying about the smell. I thought there was hope for you. Maybe I was wrong."

"No Master, please, I'm sorry."

After a short pause, as if I was considering her fate, I pulled up her skirt and smartly slapped her left butt cheek with my open hand, the sound echoing in the tiny concrete room. I slapped her other cheek with equal force. Her cheeks reddened.

"Debbie, there are plenty of woman who can take you place. I selected you because I saw in you a woman who needs to serve. If you're not up to the task, I can give you back to your husband."

Genuine panic flooded her voice. "Please Master, don't send me back. I promise to be better, I want to be yours, please don't send me back."

"Are you ready for your punishment?"

"Yes Master, please, please punish me."

I continued her spanking, harder, but not hard enough to injure. Debbie, eager to signal her compliance, bent her spine and pushed her ass up towards my hand with each blow, at first anticipating and soon savoring the repeated impacts, her moans merging with the sound of her spanking in the tiny room. When I dropped my drawers and stood behind her, she reached between her legs, and pulled my cock into a wet pussy.

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting vigorously.

"Play with your clittie, slut."

Debbie reached for her magic button, massaging it with her left hand. There was no concern about lubrication, her cunt was a swamp of pussy juice.

"You have such a tight cunt slut. Your husband must have quite the teeny dick."

"Oh yes Master, its not like your big dick. I love your giant cock, it fills my slut-pussy so good. Fill me up with your giant cock Master, pour your seed into me, split your teacher-slut in two."

As the language of her submission flowed from her she heated up, growing increasingly more excited. She was soon a geyser ready to explode. The muscles of her cunt started twitching and her voice slurred with desire. "Fill me up, daddy, fuck my tight cunt! Oh, god Master, listen to me, I'm such a slut, you've made me such a slut."

What a moment: my beautiful sweet teacher reduced to a jabbering fuck machine. The cum churned in my balls and my already stiff rod stiffened some more.

Debbie, her right hand on the edge of the sink, the let still working her clit, began to jerk and shouted, "SHIT, MASTER, OHHHHH FUCKING GOOOODDDD." She shoved her fist into her cunt and her ass back against me. The sound and sight of her explosion sent me over the edge. I unloaded my cum inside her.

Debbie's spent quivering body collapsed, laying across the sink. I stood behind her, sucking in air. When her strength returned, she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned into me. I ravaged her mouth with my tongue.

After we broke the kiss she looked directly at me. "I love you Master. I know I'm not a worthy slut, but I am filled with thoughts of you constantly. When I fail you its not because I don't want to be a good teacher-slut-slave, it is because I am an unworthy cunt. I know you are the one to teach me and I will always try to obey. At times I'm afraid I will fail you. Whenever I am bad please punish me, but please please don't ever send me back."

I gave her the evening's instructions. "Go home and change into a long skirt with a slit, a heavy shirt, and a sweater. Wear no underwear. At the game tonight someone will approach you on my behalf. Obey this stranger as you obey me."

* * * *

I did not witness the next part of this story. I was on the field playing the game. What you are reading is based on what Mom told me. I believe her. You should too. Mom takes her sex very seriously.

Mom saw Debbie when she entered the stands, but did not immediately approach her. She wanted Debbie wondering if I had abandoned her and as the minutes passed Debbie scanned the crowd with increasing urgency, consternation flashing across her pretty face.

Thus, Debbie reacted with a combination of relief and astonishment when Mom approached her. "Ms. Havre, my name is Jennifer in public, Mistress in private. You know my son. Please follow me."

That Debbie had never imagined my compatriot was my mother showed on her face. Mom continued. "You don't think he leaned his skills on the street, do you silly girl? He practiced at home first."

They sat together. Mom monopolized the conversation.

"You and I are alike in some ways, different in others. You're just beginning to understand your sexuality. I discovered mine in high school and when I hit college I was in full fuck mode. I wanted to try everything. When I became pregnant Randy's father was but one of my lovers, but the only one who offered to marry me. I said 'yes.' Unfortunately, he was weak and over the years I emulated his weakness, abandoning my true nature.

"This summer Randy returned me to my true self. I am his lover; I belong to him. His father is now a house-slave. The odd thing is that he actually enjoys it. It's his natural state.

"As to yours, think about yourself. All your life you've felt best when you empathized with someone else's needs. You never felt better then when you could make someone else feel better. Now that will be your entire life -- your life will be devoted to determining exactly what Randy wants and providing it. And you, like my husband, will love it; it's both of yours natural state. That's why, in a few short days, Randy's been able to break all your boundaries. Right now you're thinking about the next time you can serve him and it is making your cunt so fucking hot. You've never enjoyed sex like you have the last few days." Debbie's face was flush when she turned to look at Mom. "How do you know all this?"

"Just as my son saw my true sexual nature, he saw yours. He and I are sexually aggressive; you are submissive. You fit our needs perfectly."

By this time the game had begun. With everyone's attention directed to the field, Mom told Debbie to follow her to a long abandoned press box. There, shielded from the crowd, Mom took Debbie in her powerful arms and kissed her, invading the blonde's mouth with her tongue, leaving no doubt who was in charge. Mom then spun Debbie around.

"Have you ever been ass fucked, slave,"

"No Mistress."

"My son loves ass fucking. So will you."

Mom opened the long slit in Debbie's skirt, exposing her naked bottom, and slid a well-lubricated butt plug in her ass. She ordered Debbie to turn around and display her braless breasts. Debbie pulled up her sweater. Mom fastened a nipple clamp on each.

They returned to watch the rest of the first half. The world saw two women, friends, chatting during the game. It is best they did not hear the conversation. Mom, her voice tone kind and friendly, graphically described Debbie's future as a sex slave, a willing slut, a needy whore, an ever-ready cunt, a fuck toy. She told Debbie how she would be used and degraded. Instead of being repelled, the words struck Debbie as sweet sensual caresses which stoked the blonde's already rampaging desires. Debbie wanted to grab her own tits and bury a hand in her cunt. Instead she shifted her position, moving the butt plug around inside her anus and rubbing the nipple clamps against her heavy sweater. Her eyes were on the game, but her mind was locked on the world of sexual depravity my mother described and for which she now longed.

A few minutes into the second half Mom ordered Debbie to meet her behind the press box. When Mom arrived she instructed Debbie to lean against the wall. Mom pulled aside her dress and displayed a flexible strap-on dildo, which was longer and thinner than my cock. Mom took firm hold of Debbie's hips and entered her. Mom's verbal abuse had its intended effect, Debbie's pussy was drenched. Debbie came several times before Mom, working her clit against the inside of the dildo's harness, herself exploded.

* * * *

After the game I met the two of them in the clearing near the school where I had taken Debbie earlier that week. Debbie was naked except for the clips on her nipples and the butt plug in her ass. Debbie, on Mom's instructions, had written "SLAVE" on her stomach with her lipstick.

"Crawl to me, slut."

Debbie fell to her hands and knees in the dirt, gingerly coming forward. The sticks and rocks cut into her skin.

When she reached me, I asked. "What do you think of mother?"

"She's just like you Master, beautiful and strong and sexy. I love her Master. Its wonderful to serve two such perfect people."

"Use your mouth on me."

A week before the sexy blonde undoing my pants was in control of a classroom in which I was just one of many anonymous students. Now she was on her knees, stripped naked and in utter servitude, preparing to suck my cock. As she licked my ball sac, Mom got out of the car, naked except for a pair of sandals and the strap-on dildo hanging between her legs. She was carrying a bottle of lubricant.

I know I've raved about the hard-bodied sex-pot Mom had become, but at this moment she again took my breath away. Her stomach was flat; the muscles of her abdomen showing. She was curvy and her toned legs, arms, and shoulders perfect. There was no sag to her round hard ass nor her fat tits. Her small brown nipples were erect. Her brown hair flowed wildly down her back and the look on her face confirmed she was ready to fuck until the sun came up.

"You're an amazing piece of ass, Mom."

"Thanks, stud."

"How did she do?"

"Her technique needs improvement, but you're right. She's a submissive slut. With the proper training she will be useful."

Debbie had taken my left testicle into her mouth, which she held on top of and gently coddled with her tongue while sucking on it with the slightest of force. She stroked the length of my hard cock with her hand, pausing to smear the pre-cum dripping from its tip into the head.

Mom and I exchanged deep steamy kisses. My hands explored her massive tits; her's my chest. Debbie's mouth switched to the other testicle and, after giving it the same lavish attention, licked the head of my cock. Mom grabbed a handful of Debbie's hair, pulling her face from my penis. Debbie looked at her, adoration shining on her face.

"You will swallow my son's dick. Open your mouth as wide as it can go and pull your teeth back behind your lips. Worthy slaves respect their Master's cock. Show us you're a useful slave."

Debbie centered her face over my cock and Mom pushed her head down until five inches of my meat were buried in her face. Mom immediately pulled her head back up until only the crown was in her mouth and then shoved her back down. My cock banged against the back of Debbie's mouth and the opening of her throat. Mom continued jerking Debbie's head up and down and while Debbie occasionally gagged, she made sure only her lips, tongue, and mouth touched my tool despite the fury of the face-fuck. Debbie's mouth was going to be a welcome addition to the household.

After several minutes of this action Mom turned to me. "May I borrow her."

"Of course."

Mom pulled Debbie from my cock and fed her the dildo. It was about two inches longer than my dick and about three-quarters its girth. Debbie gagged a few times but Mom was merciless, pushing the artificial cock until its entire length disappeared into my teacher's face. It took a moment to realize that the dildo must be lodged in her throat. I placed my hand on Debbie's neck and felt it moving.

I leaned against the car to enjoy the view. Mom, who continued to slide the plastic cock down Debbie's throat, handed me the lubricant and I coated my dick. When I was done Mom pulled the dildo from my teacher's mouth. A long rope of spit stretched from Debbie's lips to the plastic monster until it, gracefully, snapped and swung down to Debbie's chin. Debbie stared at the dildo and then at Mom.

"Stand up pet.'

Debbie did so. "I love you Mistress."

"You are a devoted little slave."

"Oh yes, Mistress. You're like Master. You're beautiful and perfect."

Mom removed the nipple clips. The nipples were red and inflamed. Mom flicked each one with her index finger and although Debbie winced in pain, her nipples jumped to attention.

"Did that hurt your slutty tits, pet."

"Yes Mistress, it hurt my tits, but my tits liked it."

"What did it do to your slutty pussy?"

"My slutty pussy is burning up. It's dripping wet Mistress."

"Turn around and bend over."

Mom yanked the butt plug from her ass.

"She's all yours, stud."

I leaned Debbie forward so her hands were on the hood of the car and took hold of her hips. I smeared a dollop of juice from her pussy on the opening of her anus.

"Pull your ass cheeks apart."

Debbie grabbed her butt and spread her cheeks, baring her pink anal bud. I ran a finger down her ass' crevice, stopping to rub my thumb over the inflamed aperture. She moaned and rocked her butt back against my finger. The opening was relaxed and already stretched; the butt plug had done its job.

I fit my dick to her anus and entered her. I watched my cock push into her, watched as her asshole spread and her sphincter gave way, watched as her anus enveloped the head of my cock. Once the head was inside I took a moment to enjoy my triumph; this sweet young thing was mine. I continued to push, but slowly and deliberately, watching each inch of my cock slide in her virgin backdoor.

After several minutes the base of my cock was firmly planted against her butt, my pubic hairs tickling her ass. She was tight; she was an anal virgin. I could feel her insides mold themselves to my pole. Although my entry must have been painful, she never screamed and was soon cooing, sighing, and whimpering. My pace was leisurely, drawing out the sensations. Soon Debbie matched my movements, pushing into me as I entered her, soft moans of pleasure morphing into grunts of enthusiasm. She let go of her ass and dropped her hands to the car in an effort to maintain her balance. I took hold of her hair.

"Play with your hot steaming cunt."

Debbie reached to her crotch, frigging herself. I grabbed her waist to help her maintain her balance, taking advantage of the leverage to pick up the pace, driving myself deeper into her rump. Debbie started to breathe in short staccato bursts and the pace of her masturbation increased; she fondled her cunt with manic intensity, ramming several fingers in and out. Mom took hold of Debbie's breasts, which were good sized and firm, although no match for Mom's, and pinched the inflamed nipples. Debbie shuddered at the pain, but did not stop. Instead, she started moaning with a savage animal intensity while spit ran from her mouth and her body shook. Debbie's legs grew wobbly. I strengthened my grip on her and then her asshole clamped down hard on my cock. She screamed, "FUCKIN JESUS GOD," her voice reverberating in the empty forest as an orgasm racked her sweet body. Wheezing, she fell forward onto the hood of the car.

I was not through. Taking hold of Debbie's limp arm, I pulled her between Mom and I. We picked her up and entered her, my cock in her anus and Mom's dildo in her pussy. Deborah's pale white tits merged into Mom's large well-tanned breasts.

We bounced her up and down between us, fucking both holes at once. Debbie wrapped her arms around Mom's neck and covered her face with kisses while babbling her adoration: "I love you," "You're so beautiful," "I adore you," "I worship you," "I'm your cunt," "Please own me," " I'll do anything, want anything, feel anything, be anything you want," "Fuck me," "Fuck me please," "You and Randy are perfect..."

I was not going to last long. I not only had the pleasure of Debbie's tight anus, but could feel Mom's dildo rub the underside of my cock through the thin flesh separating Debbie's twin passages. I decided not to fight it. I shoved in hard one final time, bouncing Debbie in the air, as I filled her asshole with my seed. Debbie, who barely had time to recover from her last orgasm, followed a moment later, "SO FUCCCCKKKINNNGGG, GOOOD, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

When I pulled my softening manhood from Debbie's asshole, Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and held her in the air while fucking her with renewed power. The dildo was banging against the entry to Debbie's womb and the pain combined with the pleasure. Debbie, who seemed weightless in Mom's firm grasp, jerked and rattled through a series of follow-up orgasms until, all strength having left her, Mom pushed Debbie's inert body off the cock and onto the ground. Debbie lay in the dirt, breathing heavily. Cum dripped from her asshole.

Mom removed the dildo and leaned on the car, ass in the air. "Fuck me stud, fuck me." My dick had no trouble regaining its former hardness. I found her sweet pussy and entered her.

At first we took it nice and slow, putting on a show for the beautiful blonde lying on the ground, staring at us with awe. Debbie's hands returned to her tits and cunt. "You two are so beautiful. You fit together perfectly. You're Greek Gods. I love you. Please make me yours, please let me serve you."

Spurred on by our admiring audience we picked up the pace. Mom looked at Debbie, who was twisting her hard nipples. "Lick my cunt while your Master fucks me."

Six hours ago Debbie would have denied any lesbian inclinations. Nonetheless, and without hesitation, she scurried between my mother and the car and used her mouth on Mom's labia and clitoris while I took her from behind.

Mom's cunt was, as always, remarkably tight and she used her exquisite control of her powerful muscles to work over my cock. I could feel another reservoir of cum building in my balls. Debbie reached under Mom and began stroking my scrotum. Meanwhile Mom, clearly enjoying the pretty young blonde's mouth and tongue, encouraged her. "Eat me my delightful little slut-whore. Lick your Mistress' pussy. Show me what a wicked little cunt you are. Worship me with you mouth my little slut, lick me HARD!"

The sounds of our grunts and of our bodies working against each other filled the small glen, the scent of our sweating straining bodies mixed with that of the forest. Life was perfect. I lived with an always ready to fuck hard-bodied bitch, a woman sans jealously or sexual limits. Now I had turned my luscious young teacher into a sex-toy.

A hard squeeze from Mom's cunt muscles re-focused my attention. She was fucking back, harder than ever. She grabbed Debbie's head, holding it against her clit.

"You fuck your Mommy so good, baby. Give her your hard cock. Fill me with your cum. I gonna scream on that big dick of yours."

"You like the way I fuck you, Mommy? Do you like he way the slut eats your pussy?"

"Mommy loves the way you fuck her. The slut's mouth feels so good. What a wonderful little whore she's going to be. Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah, oh yeah, OH YEAH, BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, CUMMMINNNG."

As the orgasm surged through her, Mom squeezed down hard. I pushed all the way in and came, splattering my cum inside her. Mom turned, threw her arms around my neck, and rested her sweaty body against mine. I put a hand on the small of her back, pulling her tightly to me, loving the feel of her tits against my chest. We took turns exploring each other's mouths, our tongues playing, our lips enveloping each others.

After a few minutes we broke the kiss and looked at our conquest. Debbie was sitting on the ground, panting, staring at us worshipfully.

"Play with your tits, play with them hard," I said.

My teacher took a breast in each hand and squeezed. You could seen the muscles in her arms tighten.

"Now, work the nipples," Mom added.

Debbie's fingers caught her small red nipples and pushed them together, her fingers clearly straining in the effort.

"Are you horny slut."

"Yes, Master."

"Is your cunt on fire?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mom took the dildo she has been wearing and tossed it to Debbie. "You may relieve yourself with this."

Debbie shoved it into her pussy. There was no resistance and no need for lubrication. Two hands on its base, she pumped it into herself with a maniacal frenzy. I took Mom's hand in my own as we watched our conquest. Mom leaned her body into mine and I lay an arm across her shoulders. "She is quite the little slut." "She certainly is. You were right about her, she was born to serve," Mom replied.

Debbie's hips bucked off the ground as she drove herself higher and higher. When she was about to cum Mom straddled her face and I stood astride her knees. When Debbie exploded beneath us, her body writhing in the dirt, Mom unleashed a flow of urine on her face. I did the same, aiming my stream at her tits. Debbie's eyes opened and she tried to drink as much of Mom's piss as she could capture, which set off a follow-up orgasm as powerful as the first.

Mom and I stepped away. Debbie was panting, laying in the dirt, which slowly turned into mud as our piss dripped from her body. The dildo slowly slid from her cunt. She was still trying to catch her breath when I went to my car and checked my I-pad. The expected message from Amy was there.

I returned with Debbie's clothes. "Put these on. Don't worry about how you look. When you get home your husband will be out cold, he'll have no idea you're there. Take a shower and go to bed.

"He will be a horny little boy this weekend. Don't let him enter you and don't hide your lack of arousal, but don't blame him. Just say you're tired. Suck him off, but make a point of not swallowing. Do it as often as he wants.

"On Saturday you will meet Mom for lunch at Geraldo's, it's the most popular and public place in town. I want the world to know about your budding friendship."

I handed her an envelope. "In this envelope is a contract. In it you agree to become my slave. You will devote yourself to serving me, employing your skills and intelligence to discerning what makes me happy and then providing it. My happiness is your goal. You will, however, remain a teacher. I will have use of you in that role."

She opened the envelope and in a child-like voice said, "Where do I sign?"

"Not yet. Take it home, study it, think about it. There must be no question that you understand that servitude is your free choice and your true nature. I will meet you in your classroom Monday morning. You can give it to me, or withhold it, then."

Debbie dragged her satiated body to bed long after midnight. Her husband was asleep on the couch, stinking of beer. He had spent the evening trying to get in Amy's pants but, finally, she had said she would have to think about it over the weekend. They would meet on Monday. Before leaving Amy slipped something in his drink that guaranteed his comatose condition.

, Although I had given Debbie until Monday to sign on as a sex slave, it was all for show. She was hooked and giving her two days to "decide," purportedly of her own free will, would drive the hook deeper. There was still a problem: what to do about her husband. Debbie was a beautiful woman and under my tutelage she'd become spectacular. If word got out that this woman was fucking one of her students the national media would be all over the story. The biggest threat of a leak was her husband. After I devised a plan to neutralize him, I related it to Mom. She thought Grandad's connections would be useful. Upon contemplation I agreed; he would make a powerful ally.

Which is why on Saturday night Mom and I met with Grandad in his study, whose dark wood, expensive leather desk, and photographs of him with national and local dignitaries exuded power. Mom was wearing tight jeans, a button down shirt over a white tank top, no bra, and boots. Grandad was wearing a red polo shirt bearing the company logo and a pressed pair of tan slacks.

He got to the point. "Your mother said you had three requests."

"There is a teacher at my high school whom Mom has befriended. Her husband works at Russell Accounting."

Grandad's dealerships were among Russell Accounting's biggest clients.

"We believe he is or is about to start cheating with an underage girl. Our information is that his job performance is poor. If our suspicions about his affair are confirmed, we would like you to ask John Russell," the head of the firm, "to fire him while advising him to resolve matters with his wife and the girl as quickly as possible. Mr. Russell should be brutal; the young man needs to be cowed. If he asks why you're so interested, you can indicate it's a favor for your daughter-in-law."

I looked in his eyes. His powerful intellect was absorbing everything.

"Second, contact Rebecca Faince." Ms. Faince was the most feared divorce lawyer in our community. She had flaming red hair and a penchant for short skirts, exposed cleavage, and dominating courtrooms. She was also, I would later learn, a sexually voracious bi-sexual. "Tell her of your suspicions about the cheating husband and ask that she represent the wife, who is a friend of your daughter-in-law."

"And third," Grandad asked, folding his fingers.

"Call Lee Jonas." Lee was the senior partner in the city's biggest law firm. "Ask him to represent the young girl in an action against the husband."

Grandad leaned back in his chair.

He looked at me, then Mom, then back to me. His hands remained folded. "I assume these stories are, in large part, bullshit."

"That's true."

"And this scheme serves another purpose?"

"Also true."

"Will it work?"

I took a moment. "Yes."

He closed his eyes and was quiet. Then he looked at Mom. He seemed to see something in her eyes. His face relaxed. "I'll do it."

He paused, then added an explanation. "That you and your Mom are lovers is clear to anyone who has the imagination to see it. I haven't seen her this happy in years. I approve; she certainly deserved better than my son. I've also recently had a long standing suspicion confirmed." He looked at Mom. "You tell him."

Mom picked up the story. "As you know, at the time you were conceived your Dad was not my only sexual partner. He was the only one who proposed and after you were born the family resemblance eliminated most of the other men as potential fathers. But that story your dad tells about protecting me from his father is a little off.

"Your Grandad bedded me the day our sorority appeared at the dealership. While the rest of the girls were meeting customers I was riding his big dick in his office. He was an older guy, but he was dynamic and oozed power and strength. Yes, he can be gruff. He can be an asshole. But I found sides of him I like. Your Grandad was strong. I could depend on him. He also knew how to fuck, a trait your Dad did not bring to the marriage.

"I was among his mistresses for years. Then, about five years ago, the botched surgery for prostate cancer and his diabetes left him impotent. There have been a few times over the past few years he's been able to get it up and when he did he knew he could call on me, but basically I've been fuck-free until, well, until you."

The punch line was obvious.

"I've always wondered. You're a lot more like your Grandad than your father. I guess I didn't want to know the truth. It was easier being oblivious. But once you got me in bed it became pretty clear whose son you were. I collected some of your hair and had it DNA tested. Grandad's your father."

Grandad broke in. "I've always seen you as the future of the company. Your Dad, I guess I can still call him that, can't run this business. If and when you are ready you can come in as an equal partner. In the meantime you should pursue the path you want. As your Mom has pointed out, I've tried forcing your Dad to do it my way. You've seen how that turned out."

He shifted in his chair and a subtle gleeful smile slowly crossed his face. "Now for the good news. All this reminiscing has got my thing working." He looked at Mom.

Mom didn't hesitate. "John, you need to understand, I belong to Randy now."

Grandad didn't either. He looked at me. "Well, are you willing to share." The look in his eyes was one I had not seen before. Was it a look of love?