"Phil, do you know why you're here?"
He looked up at the school headmistress as she lowered herself into her chair.
"No Mrs Tess, I don't."
"There's been rumours going around that you've been fighting, something to do with Mike Helms and his friends. Do you know anything about this?" she asked sternly, looking over the top of her wire frame glasses at him.
"I saw Mike a couple of days ago, he and his friends had a bit of a fall in the toilet, but that's all I know about."
"That's good, I was quite surprised when I heard the story. Some students have been saying that you did that to Mike," she leaned back in her black leather chair, and smiled across the desk at Phil.
Phil stared at her for a moment, he had always thought she was an attractive woman, but he'd never given it any more thought than that. She had olive coloured skin, and lovely long black hair, she was possibly of Greek descent. Her face was striking, in an attractive and distinguished way. She was a young looking woman, she was 45 and looked like she was still in her 30s. Her lovely long neck was accentuated with a gold cross on a gold chain, and drew his attention to her cleavage. He couldn't really see anything much as the silk top she was wearing did not have a plunging neckline but she had always appeared to be well endowed, the rest of her slim form was hidden by the dark green jacket of her skirt suit.
She saw him looking at her and mistook the look for him waiting for her to continue.
"Well if there's no problems, I guess you can go Phil."
He nodded and she rose to escort him to the door. He hung back a little and walked across the room behind her. His eyes followed the curve of her legs up from her black high heeled shoes, up her black stocking covered legs, to her green skirt. He could see the shape of her firm arse through the material and he decided that he would like to investigate her further. He decided to wait, until he came up with something a little bit more entertaining than just taking her now in her office though.
"Thank you Mrs Tess," said Phil as he left her office deep in thought.
"Did you hear, Phil?" whispered Jane, one of the girls in his science class.
Phil looked up from his lab experiment, and glanced over at the table next to him where the chubby brunette was sitting.
"Did I hear what?"
"Mike dumped Heather, and it was for Tony!" she said pointing out the window at the forlorn figure on her way to her next class.
"Wow, I guess you just never know about some people," mused Phil, pretending to be surprised, enjoying the sight of that bitch wallowing in her misery.
"What do you want jerk," spat Heather at Phil as he approached her chair, where she was eating lunch by herself today.
"There's no need to be like that," Phil tried to calm her, but was just having too much fun.
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"What's the rush, it's not like you have anyone waiting for you."
He saw the mixture of sadness and anger flash behind her eyes, her friends had also left when she had been dumped by the gang. They wanted to stay in with the in crowd.
"Bastard!" she slammed her can of Pepsi down on the table and stormed off across the school, leaving her untouched sandwich still in it's wrapper.
"Thanks for the lunch," yelled Phil at her receding back, as he unwrapped the sandwich.
Today was the day Phil tutored Ron and Tom, so they had headed for the nearby McDonalds where they always had their afternoon lessons. They all sat down at a booth and pulled out their books. Ron and Tom waited for Phil to start, and as always they listened intently to his words, asking intelligent questions and generally immersing themselves in the information.
"I'm gonna grab a cheeseburger guys," said Phil as he stood up and stretched. They'd been working for a couple of hours now, and he was hungry and sore. He enjoyed talking with these guys, it helped them and it always gave him a refresher course on more basic stuff that he might otherwise have lost touch with.
Knowing that no one would steal maths textbooks they left their gear on the table and followed Phil over to the counter.
Phil felt an elbow in his back, directing him into a particular queue.
"What are you guys doing?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at a grinning Ron.
"Look," Ron pointed at the register. "Ellen!"
Phil understood, he hadn't seen Ellen when he walked over. She was Ron's favourite fantasy woman, as Heather was Tom's. She was a friendly girl, about Phil's age or a little bit older. She had short red hair, the sort that's past being ginger and is almost really red, which stuck out in little tufts from her head, above those little tennis style visors they wear. Her blue eyes peered out from beneath it, and she was smiling with her sparkling white teeth, talking to the customer she was serving.
She was a slim woman, with medium sized tits underneath her green striped uniform blouse.
Phil was next, and he watched her as she finished serving the man in front of him.
"Hey guys," whispered Phil, over his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Watch this."
Phil stepped forwards, and was met by a big happy smile from Ellen. They knew her name because it was on her badge, also covered in numerous stickers.
"Hi guys, studying again today?"
"Yes, we're interested in all sorts of things today," said Phil, cryptically.
She gave him a funny look, she probably thought he was a weirdo or something.
"I like your badges," Phil reached out and took hold of the collar of her shirt, which was adorned with assorted badges, all rewards for working for the company.
"Thank you," she said shrugging him off her neck, and starting to get worried.
Phil decided to use his device and after a brief seconds pause, the world continued on. Now however, everyone except Ron and Tom would think that anything that went on was normal, and would allow him to do whatever he liked.
"Nice blouse too," he said, reaching forwards to touch the material. He stroked the front of her blouse, running his fingers over the yellow M embroidered on the shirt, and down over where her nipple was hiding beneath it.
"Thanks," she said with a moment's hesitation as the sensation passed.
Tom and Ron couldn't believe what had just happened. Phil was fondling her tits through her shirt, and she didn't care. And neither did anyone else!
"You know, I've always quite liked these uniforms, they make you look very sexy."
She blushed as though she'd been given the best compliment ever conceived of, and smiled. "Thanks."
"May I have a closer look?"
"O...okay," she said hesitantly.
Phil quickly jumped over the counter, and looked back at the line of people. "Sorry, this register's closed."
The assembled group grumbled in annoyance and wandered over to join the lines nearby, leaving only Tom and Ron watching in awe.
"What are you doing," hissed Ron, trying not to disrupt whatever trance all these people must have been in.
"I'm looking at this fine young woman, and so are you guys."
Ellen giggled a little, and then looked at Phil for direction.
He held out his hand and she gave him hers, then he lifted her arm up in the air, and twirled her around slowly to have a good look at her.
"Not bad at all, the green's a little bit dull though."
Her uniform consisted of a striped white and green visor and blouse, with green trousers and black leather shoes.
"I think I'd like one of these outfits for my collection," said Phil.
"We don't keep them here, you have to order them in."
"That's ok, yours will do." Phil reached out and opened the button at her throat. He saw her throat move as she gulped in anticipation, but she stood fast.
Wanting to give the guys a good show, he turned her so that she stood facing them again, and he moved in behind her. He put his arms around her warm body, and began to unbutton her blouse from behind. She had on a black lace bra underneath, which was a nice contrast with her white skin. With a quick flick of the wrist, he hauled her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, leaving it on the counter.
"Shoes," he said simply, and immediately she levered her shoes off using her feet, all the while looking ahead of her.
He moved his hands around her and began to undo the metal belt buckle, and threaded the green webbing belt out of her pants. He then slowly opened the top of the trousers and theatrically slid the zipper open. He knelt down behind her and grabbed the pants at her thighs, then with a tug he pulled them down to her ankles in one movement. Suddenly he was face to face with her firm arse, covered in matching black panties. The grubby tiles were getting cold under his knees so he stood up and instructed her to step out of her pants, which she did. He retrieved them and placed them on the counter with her blouse.
"Ron, what do you want to see first?"
Ron didn't grasp what he was being asked and stared at him blankly.
"He wants to know if you want to see her tits or pussy first, dickhead," said Tom as he jabbed Ron with his elbow.
"Oh! Umm..., tits!" declared Ron.
"Guys, this is a family restaurant, please refrain from that sort of language, or I'll have to ask you to leave," said Ellen in all seriousness, just as Phil unhooked her bra, and slid it forwards away from her chest.
Ron gasped in joy at the sight of her firm white tits, medium sized nipples erect in the air conditioning.
Phil dropped the bra on the growing pile of clothes, and ran his hands up her firm stomach towards her tits.
He slid his hands up, cupping her tits, holding them firmly. She sighed contentedly, as he weighed them up like melons in his hands.
"These are very nice, you should be proud."
Again she blushed, and smiled at the compliment. "Thanks," she whispered.
"Lean forwards and let the guys have a feel," suggested Phil, and immediately she moved up against the counter and thrust her chest towards them.
Tom didn't waste a second and grabbed hold of the one nearest to him. Ron hesitantly reached forwards and took hold of the other one, all the while expecting her to scream for the police or something.
She didn't scream, she just stood there happily allowing the two of them to fondle her tits, and pinch her nipples as they became more adventurous.
Phil could feel his cock pressing against the inside of his pants, it wanted out.
"Ok guys, that's enough. It's my turn now."
He pulled her back against him, his erect cock pressed into the lace covering her arse.
He grabbed her chin, and turned her head to give him access to her neck. He began to kiss and nibble on her neck and ear, as he grabbed hold of her breast in his hand and began to manipulate the nipple. His other hand then slowly slid down over her stomach, he felt her skin quiver as his hand slid lower towards her crotch.
He ran his fingers over the outside of her panties, pushing the material into her moist pussy, working away at it through the lace.
She moaned slightly as he tweaked her other nipple, and then slid his hand inside the front of her panties.
He watched as the guys drank in every second of this, and the other customers in the store didn't give them a second glance.
Moving his hand in slow circular movements around her clit he could feel the tension building inside her. He ran his fingertips up and down the fleshy lips, and then dipped them inside her moist cunt.
She was panting heavily now and was almost on the brink.
Grabbing the waistband of the panties, he pulled them down to her ankles, and released his cock from his pants.
He pushed her shoulder so that she bent forwards in response, and grabbed the counter to hold herself up, leaning over right in front of Tom and Ron.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the outside of her pussy, rubbing it around in her fine red pubic hair, as she shivered in anticipation.
He allowed the tip to go in just a little, just to test the wetness, and then slowly drove it all the way inside her.
Her head snapped back in pleasure, and she groaned from underneath her visor.
"Feel free to play with her tits guys," said Phil as he began to settle into his rhythm.
This woman wasn't a virgin that was for sure, but she was still nice and tight. And boy was she wet, she was so horny she could have fucked for an hour or two, but there was no way that he would be able to resist her moist muff for that long.
He thrust himself in and out of her sweet box, watching his friends manhandle her tits, as she moaned in pleasure the whole time.
Her head snapped back and she squealed as she came, and he could feel the ripple of her muscles up and down the length of his cock. He decided he'd had enough and so he sped up. He was working it in and out of her now, faster and faster as she started to moan more frantically again, pulling his cock all the way out he then thrust it back in again as deeply as he could. He repeated this again and again, and after a few moments he was ready. He could feel his balls tighten and the boiling semen started to well up inside him, so with one final thrust he slammed into her sending her over the edge again as he started to fire his hot jets of come into her dripping pussy.
He slumped forwards over her, and sighed in pleasure.
"My god you're a great fuck."
Again she giggled and blushed at the compliment.
Phil collected the visor off her head and left her to serve the customers. He sat back down in the booth with the guys and placed the pile of her clothes on the table, along with the free food, compliments of the house.
"If I'm going to collect souvenirs I'm going to have to get somewhere to put them."
"What the hell did you just do?" asked Ron in disbelief.
"I thought you would have worked that one out," grinned Phil. He handed the black lace panties to him, and Ron just started at them.
"A souvenir for you. I got her to write her number on the label for you. If you ring her tonight, I guarantee you that you'll have a good time," he grinned at Ron.
"Wow." Was all Ron could say.
"How did you do that?" asked Tom.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," so Phil told them what had happened.
"Ok then, so you're mister all-powerful etc, and you've got Ron a little sex toy..." started Tom.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well where's mine? Can I have Heather?" asked Tom getting very excited at the thought.
"Maybe later, I have something in mind for her first," said Phil, darkly. "Anyway I've gotta go guys, talk to you tomorrow."
As he was walking out the door he heard a whistle from behind him. Turning around he saw the two of them pointing across the room. He looked behind him and saw a pair of gorgeous brunette, identical twins. They had long, light coloured brown hair, and they were going for the little girl look. They had their long hair tied up in pigtails with fuzzy pink elastic bobble things tying them up, they had little skin tight pink tank tops on, which helped to show off their nice c-cup sized tits. Little denim skirts with those high heeled cork shoes, all topped off with tiny little pink backpacks and sparkly pink eye shadow and pink lipstick.
Phil grinned back at the guys and walked over to the twins. The guys watched as he said something to them and then he walked out, giving them a wave.
The twins turned and walked over to their table. Ron quickly jumped out and climbed onto the other side, so that one could sit next to each of them.
"Hi," said the one that reached them first.
"Hi," said Tom with a big grin.
"We're on our way out so we haven't got a lot of time guys, sorry."
Tom's face fell in disappointment.
"How about a blowjob to tide you over until next time?" she asked as she climbed under the table and her sister followed her