School Time

Mr. Jost

As he came, he groaned. His cum splashed on Jessie'sa face and into her mouth. The final spurt struck her eyes and nose. He tenderly scooped it off and fed it to her.

The whole time, he murmured his approval of his new girl, "Oh, sweet Jessie, sweet girl, you're a very good girl.' He helped her to her feet and kissed her, tasting his own cum on her lips and tongue. He brought his fingers to her mouth and let her clean them. He kissed her again and noticed she was trembling. Her heart was racing, she was whispoering her love & affection for her Master.

He helped her dress as he said, "If neither Karen nor Rayne show up, we'll leave in ten minutes and go home, jessie, home to my house." He left no doubt about wher they would go. Nor was there any doubt about wwhat they would do when they got there.

But if either girl showed up, jessie would get a new lesson in submission.....
 
Rayne came second after her teahcer, bitting her lip till it bled to keep from crying out. When her orgams subsided she pulled her hand from her cunt and licke dit clean she then moved back a few steps and then knocke don the door.
 
Mr. Jost

Adie jumped at the knock on the door. He glanced at Jessie, who seemed oblivious to the soft knock. "Jessie, pull yourself together, we have company."

Shit, he thought, who could have seen us in here? He wasn't usually this out of control in his classroom and he hadn't pulled the blinds shut on the door. None of that mattered now, of course, because he couldn't avoid the intruder. He went to the door and looked out.

There stood Rayne. She looked bothered and a bit disheveled. Her skirt seemed out of place and her face was flushed. Her eyes met his and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing truck. He looked over his shoulder and saw Jessie, pretty much together, striaghtening her sweater and skirt and quickly brushing out her hair. She slipped into a corner at his wave and sat inobtrusively.

He opened the door and Rayne came into the room....
 
Rayne smiled and smoothed her skirt. She kne wthis wans't the smartest thing, but she had to have Mr.jost. "I uh, got tired of waiting.i thought maybe yu'd gotten so wrapped up in her so i came to check on you. but i can see you've been busy with other things." Her eyes on the desk and Ms Applewaith
 
Rayne smiled and smoothed her skirt. She kne wthis wans't the smartest thing, but she had to have Mr.jost. "I uh, got tired of waiting.i thought maybe yu'd gotten so wrapped up in her so i came to check on you. but i can see you've been busy with other things." Her eyes on the desk and Ms Applewaithte

"Ummm, yes, we have been pretty busy and we were just about to go out and get something to eat. I think that we can get together after, Rayne"

He knew that look in her eyes. She was hot, aroused, and her scent was strong. He knew that she'd seen Jessie and him fucking. He knew that there could be biog trouble here. He'd have to play it carefully to keep from getting in deeper than he already was.

"I'll call you when we're done with our dinner and then you and I can talk about your paper this evening. There are some parts of your theories I want to go over with you."

"Miss Applethwaite, if your ready, we can go."

He ushered Rayne from the room and waited for his girl to come along and join them.
 
"Well, there's a nice park just past my house, if you still wanna go. It's a bit chilly out, but it's a really nice day."

"Sounds perfect" Taking his hand once more and smiling into his face.

"So, tell me about yourself. You're new here right?"

"Yeah, we moved here a few days ago. My Dad likes to transfer whenever the option arises. I am the only child to warped parents since they gave me the dumbest name. Amethyst, like the birthstone. I suppose that it makes sense since Dad is called Garnet and Mother is Opal... go figure. I prefer Amy though." Grabbing a tree branch and continues "I get into a good deal of trouble though.. I tend to seek scandals"

She was looking across the horizon and grinned. "Now about this park that you mentioned?"
 
Rayne wasn't stuid, she knew exactly what had happend in that class and she smiled to herself. To Mr Jost she saaid, "i suggest you not take too long, Mr. Jost." She turned on her heel and walked off.
 
Mr. Jost

He watched Rayne walk away. was there a hint of blackmail in her voice? He thought to her precise words:

"i suggest you not take too long, Mr. Jost."

Yes, it was there. Well, we'll see about that, Miss Rayne he thought. He turned to Jessie. "After dinner, we need to go to my house. Then I need to "deal with" Rayne. You will come along to watch, won't you, sweet Jessie?'

His voice lft no doubt of two things. First, dealing with Rayne would be interesting and fun,; second, that Jessie had no real choice of not coming with him, if she valued her ass...
 
"I think Amythest is a beautiful name," Jayme said, with an honest smile on his face for the first time in years. He didn't know why, but this girl seemed to be able to make him happy when no one else could. "I live around here, but I always went to public school in the city. This is my first year here too, so I guess we have something in common."

"The park's pretty close." He deliberately led her one the way avoiding his house. He didn't want to take the chance that his parents would be home, in which case they'd be sure to curse him out. He didn't want Amy to think he was a freak. On the way there they talked about old schools, old friends, and old teachres. However, they both carefully avoided the topic of their families. He found out that they did have a lot in common.

"We're here," he said, leading her into the park and back into his favorite spot in the world. He took her back to an enclosed grove of maple trees, orange and brown with the season. "This is where I come when I need to get away from it all." He leaned against a tree and slid his back down the trunk until he was seated on the ground. He jokingly grabbed her hand and pulled her off her feet, catching her on his lap. He gave her a bright smile and wrapped her in his arms. Immediately, he turned back to his old, insecure self. "I'm really sorry, that was a really stupid thing to do." He released her and wished he could disappear.
 
Even though he let her go, she remained in his lap. "depends on what you mean by stupid. It never hurts to show what is on your mind, as long as you can back up what you start."

She touched his face with her fingertips and traced his jaw before tilting her head and kissing his lips. As she pulled away she smiled, "that was really nice"
 
Her fingertips on his face sent chills up and down his spine. The air surrounding them went from an early fall chill to a wonderfully warm breeze. Then she kissed him. He hadn't kissed many girls before, but he could sense that nothing would ever compare to this. He looked into her eyes, his were the bluest and clearest they'd ever been and hers were a perfect turquoise. He gently craddled her into his strong arms and pressed his lips to hers. He closed his eyes tight, wanting to savor the feeling of someone caring about him, even if his own mind had to create some of it. Parting his lips, he softly brushed her full lower lip with his tongue.
 
His tongue tickled slightly but she opened her lips and let the touch go futher. Amy wasn't dumb to her raging hormones but she knew that if she kept kissing that they might find a darker spot and go closer to the extreme. He had a clean scent to his neck so fresh and untouched... opposite of her own.

"you know.." she whispered between kisses, "we could get in some serious shit at .. this rate.."

She took his hand and eased it up to her breast. "It's real like this moment, ya know." She knew that she was getting turned on, yet she had to learn his fire. He was like her star-crossed half of her soul. She felt that when she looked at him, not the guy from class that sits there in the back of the room but the guy that caught her attention.

The hint of rain didn't stop her from another deep kiss... only he needed to show her what he wanted.
 
Mr. Jost

She looked mutinously in Adie's direction. He lifted an eyebrow in question, but Jessie said nothing.

Adie moved to stand very close to her. His right hand grasped her left elbow and he whispered in her ear, "Doubts, my sweet? I don't blame you. I'm not going to merely get a blow job or a quick fuck from Miss Rayne. I plan to teach her some lessons in politeness."

He walked Jessie to her car. He opened the door and said, "Follow me to the Moulin. It's a restaurant outside of town, near the Klassy Kat Klub --- you know, the strip joint? We'll eat there and then go to my house. We can discuss my plans and your objections later."

The look in his eyes told her that he had sensed eveything she'd thought and that he was slightly angered, vaguely amused, and considerably impressed all at once.

Before she got into the car, his hand that had been idly stroking her hip and buttock, quickly snapped a hard swat to her ass. "Be good, jessie, and you'll get more of what you crave."

He turned and walked to his waiting black Mustang convertible. He started it and glanced in her direction. Then he pulled out of the parking lot.
 
Mr. Jost

When they arrived at the Moulin, he opened her door and escorted her to the restaurant. It was the best mid-range restaurant in a quiet, upscale college town. Pricey, no; cheap, definitely not. He had called from his car and arranged a semi-private booth. He had plans for dinner that included more than food.

Jessie ordered a gin-and-tonic; Adie, a Jack Daniels straight up. He toasted her, "to beauty & obedience; to pleasure & pain". They both drank. After they ordered dinner (chicken Marsala for her; shrimp and lobster pasta for him), he spoke to her directly about his expectations in the classroom.

He was very precise that she would teach three classes: two seniors (including the seminar, jointly with him), and one of juniors. Three preparations a day, plus other duties outside of the classroom. He smiled; she blushed.

Dinner passed quickly, but not so quicxkly that his hands weren't busy. One crept under her skirt and idly toyed with her sex, making her wet & hungry for more than food. Throughout their conversation about school, college, life, and intimacy, he slowly built her fires. Once, as the waiter approached, he slid his middle finger into her sex as far as he could go. He felt her tremble, saw her bite her lip, and he smiled. When the waiter left, he brought his finger to her lips in a silent command and she obeyed immediately.

Finally, over dessert and coffee, he brought the subject to the rest of their evening. He asked, "You are to be absolutely honest with me. What would you like to see me do to Rayne tonight? And do not hide behind, 'whatever pleases you, sir'; that is weak. I will do what you say, and more, to that uppity bitch. That is what you think of her, isn't it? bitch, slut, girl-playing-at-being-adult? So tell me, what would you like your Master to do to the teenage slut?"
 
Mr. Jost

At first, he thought Jessie would resist his command, but then her face showed how much she was enjoying the opportunity to take charge, if only for a minute.

"You're right, I do think she is a child playing at being an adult, and I really don't think she has any idea what's in store for her." Jessie shook her head and smiled wickedly. "However, the thought of you teaching her a few manners, of scaring the hell out of her enough to make her reconsider play-acting as an adult holds a certain amount of... appeal, shall we say?"

He nodded. It certainly did. Rayne was playing with fire, far more than she had ever thought possible. And that was just with Adie. Add in a slightly sadistic, slightly jealous Jessie and Rayne might be in for a lot more than she could handle.

"Give her what she wants Adie. She wants your cock. She wants an adult cock, and I think you should give it to her. Choke her with it by God, ram it up her ass. Just give it to her and keep giving it to her until she begs you to stop."

He smiled. "You're a very wicked girl, jessie. Yes, i'll do that and more. I hope she likes ropes... And you will watch it all happen. And you'll enjoy it, won't you?"

The very thought of Rayne, bound to the bed, spanked and fucked, in her mouth, pussy, and ass, was enough to make him very hard. He had no qualms about the treatment; it was understood that the students at Seymour got more education than in a classroom. He had no second thoughts about involving Jessie, who was very quickly becoming the exquisite sub he had hoped for. And the thought of Jessie, naked, with a toy buried in her sex, watching him "teach" Rayne was enough to make him uncontrollable.

He waved for the check, paid it, and said, "Back to my house first. Then we'll call Miss Rayne and ask her to come over."
 
Jayme

He wasn't quite sure what she had been getting at. What trouble could they get into? He broke their kiss for a moment to ask her. Then, she guided his hand to her breast. When she did this, he felt a slight blush rise in his cheeks and his dick begin to grow. He gently carressed her and stroked her through the soft material of her shirt.

The voices returned. His older, harsher voice screamed at him to get in her pants. The child, however, told him to be nice to her, don't push her, and be a gentleman. He fought his internal battle with the voices while keeping a calm face. He kissed her again, this time longer and with more passion. There was no doubt in his mind that she was more experienced than he, but he was only slightly intimidated.

During their kiss, he readjusted her so that she was sitting on his lap and straddling him. With the new pressure from her body directly stimulating him, his erection grew until it pressed against his loose jeans. He rested one hand on her hip and, hoping he wasn't pushing her too much, he slipped the other up the inside of her shirt until it reached the delicate skin just beneath her breast.
 
His touch to her skin was nice and when she slipped into his lap it was definatly an answer. Looking into Jayme's blue eyes, and feeling his stiffening cock was sending more signals to her.

She felt his hand under her blouse and sighed. She loved having her breasts rubbed, pinched, or sucked on. One of her many sins according to her parents. But they never asked why she kept getting in trouble only screaming about the family reputation that she was destroying. She kissed him again as her nimble fingers unbuttoned her top, revealing her taunt breasts with the upturned nipples begging to be caressed by his inviting lips. Nibbling on the lips and then kissing his jaw to lick on the left ear lobe, sighing as she feels how wet her pants are over his still hardening cock. Had Jayme noticed that he was getting to her or picking up her signals that she was ready.

"Jayme, do you wanna?" Letting her body rub against his, if anything some fooling around would reveal them both, at least she hoped so.
 
What Jessie didn't know was how much of that hard cock was due to her. She was showing the tendencies he loved in a submissive, the ability to release control, yet the independent streak that made it possible to go a layer deeper. He had more plans, more fantasies, but when they got to the house, he'd start putting his first in place.

He lead her back there, a log cabin with two floors. The whole house spoke of wealth, walls lined wih bookcases, a simple yet powerful asound system, a kitchen to COOK in, and a bath with a whirlpool and separate shower.

He showed her to a very nice bedroom with a separate bath, a queensized bed and spacious storage: a walk-in closet and two dressers. A full-length mirror on the wall, and a vanity completed the room that was done in dark rose and cream. "This will be your bedroom. Mine is next door." He steered her with a firm hand.

The Master bedroom (the largest of the two in the house) had a high ceiling and was lit very expensively, with track lighting and pinpoint spots strategically place. The kingsized bed had a wrought iron head & foot board. A stereo system was set up in one corner and one wall was covered by a tapestry of the hunt. The bedroom was adjacent to the Master bath.

What lay on the level below was uncertain.

Adie walked to a wet bar in the living room and said, "whiskey? You look like you just saw a ghost? Are you alright?"
 
Back
Top