How Jessica Passed  Her Exams: by Hamilton Joyce (c). Ff Mm Mf

Doctor Sallis was peeved. Only Mrs Evans was listening to him. Her 
husband was looking out of the window, while her daughter was staring 
vacantly into space.

Jessica looked at her father. He was watching the girls playing hockey. More 
likely, looking at their legs and arses, their tits moving under cotton sports 
shirts. She knew he was into young girls by the way he felt her, stroking her 
legs when they sat side-by-side. His hand would sometimes accidentally 
brush her breasts. She found herself wondering what his cock would look 
like erect. She had seen it once limp, changing at the beach, but never hard It 
looked as if it would be very long, she thought..

Mr Evans was studying the tall, leggy girl in goal. He liked them young. Her 
shorts were a bit too small for her, and he was sure he could see the outline 
of her cunt, a crease when she bent to collect a ball, or ran up to kick it . He 
licked his lips. If you were lucky you sometimes found a young one among 
the hustlers on Market Street. He promised himself a cruise down there after 
the match Wednesday evening. Might even be one of the girls on the field 
now, looking for some extra spending money. Press his lips to those near-
naked plump lips, get them ready for his weapon! 

Jessica's mind was miles away. Her Dad's cock looked as if it would be 
bigger than Josh's, her current boyfriend. One day, when they were sitting 
beside each other on the sofa, she would find out. She would take his hand 
from her knee, where he often carelessly rested it, and place in on her hot 
cunt. That would make his mickey stand! Mary Pryke had told her she'd seen 
Dad's car cruising in town, pavement crawling in the Market area. And she 
knew what happened around there! Her mind wandered on. She made Josh 
wear a condom. Not for birth control, but because she knew he stuck that 
lovely black cock into anything, given the chance. Though she doubted if he 
ever had to pay for it. Bet her Dad did! A pity about the condom, as she 
preferred sex without rubbers.  But she wasn't going to catch anything nasty. 
She thought it would be fun to get some of those luminous rubbers. Make it 
glow in the dark. She smiled at the thought.

Dr Sallis, Jessica's  Class Tutor, and her history teacher this year, caught her 
secret smile and was depressed ; he was wasting his time. He stood up. Better 
get to the point.

'I really must make it clear. If Jessica goes on like this, she will fail her 
leaving certificate in June next year, and will have to repeat the year, under 
the new Council policy.'

That got their attention. Mr Evans forgot those pretty, wobbling tits and 
plump mounds, thinking only of the expense of a further year. As for Jessica, 
an extra year did not figure in her plans either. She intended to be away as 
soon as she was sixteen. She knew her body and looks would keep her in 
luxury. The States for her!

Dr Sallis saw the anger glitter in her eyes as he continued.

'The facts are these. She cannot leave without her cert. To get that she has to 
score fifty percent in at least five subjects, including maths, english, a 
language, and a science. Out of that hundred marks, forty are in the June 
exam, and sixty are for course work through the year. Since Jessica has been 
scoring D and E for all her assignments, less than ten percent, she will not 
pass even if she gets full marks in the exam, which she won't of course. 
That's the brutal truth.'

He paused. The right word for what he saw in Jessica's face was rage. Her 
eyes glittered and her teeth were set. She was magnificent. He imagined her 
with a whip in her hand standing over him, that expression on her face. He 
imagined her strong thighs arched over him, shapely but muscled. He 
fantasised the lash descending on his defenseless bottom. His cock stiffened 
at the thought. 

Jessica spotted the tumult inside her tutor's trousers, and in an instant it came 
to her how she was going to get her grades. 

'I shall pass in June. Just you see.'

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The first assignment due was for geography. She took it in person to Mr 
Halifax's office.

'I'm sorry I'm late with it, sir. I brought it myself.'

'You have to say sorry far too much, Jessica.'

'It's only late because I wanted to go back to that place by the river, your 
field trip, sir.'

'Ah yes. Where the red crag overlies the glacial boulder clay.'

'The grass there is so fine and green.'

'That's because the red crag is rich in lime, Jessica.'

'Anyway, I sat down on it, and it felt so cool and lovely against my thighs.'

Halifax found himself imagining her slender, tanned thighs. 

'You'll never believe what I did. I undressed, naked, and rolled in the grass.'

She had moved behind his chair now, so he could not see her. He was 
stunned at her openness. Then he felt her naked breasts against the back of 
his neck. It was as if her flesh had scalded him. She must have undone the 
buttons on her white cotton shirt.

'As I rolled in the grass, I was imagining how lovely it would be if you were 
naked with me, holding me, and rolling with me. It was very exciting.'

She moved and he felt her hard nipple pressing into his ear. It was incredibly 
sexy, and his cock was instantly erect. She reached down, and undid his tie, 
slipping her hands down into his shirt. He flinched as she tweaked his 
nipples.

'I love it when that's done to me. Do you like it? Perhaps you'd do it to me? 
Pinch the tips of my tits.' She was caressing his chest, running her fingers 
through the hair. He felt her lips on the back of her neck. He was lost! He 
pulled her round so he could see her. Her breasts were naked. She had 
dropped her shirt to the floor. As she stood over him, he kissed the bare, 
tanned flesh, and then took a tiny, brown nipple between his lips, nibbling it.

Then she was kissing him, hard and fiercer than he had ever known. And her 
hand was on his cock, fumbling with his zip. He heard the zip, and her hand 
was inside his flies, searching for the edge of his shorts. Now her cool, soft 
fingers were round his hot, hard shaft. Her tongue was flicking in and out his 
mouth. He had one hand on her hip, supporting her, the other fondling that 
lovely round, firm bosom.

'Where..?'

'In the back room. There's a sofa.' 

She walked in front of him, trailing her shirt from one hand. Her tiny, round 
butt swung under the short grey skirt, and her long blonde hair hung down 
over her shoulders. The contrast between her narrow waist, and perhaps over-
broad shoulders was so sexy. He remembered she was in the School 
swimming team. That would be where the shoulders came from, he thought, 
yes, and those lovely firm tits. He longed to place his lips in the small of her 
tanned back. 

She stood in front of his sofa, facing him and smiling. Why did she want 
him, he thought? He was in his forties, greying, and although he had kept his 
figure, he knew he was getting old and shabby, like his sofa. Perhaps she 
wanted a father figure? Perhaps she wanted to be fucked by her father?. Well, 
whatever, this was the chance of a lifetime, and he was going to grasp it. Her 
eyes never left his as she undid the catch on her skirt, slid the side-zip down, 
and let it fall to the floor. She stood there naked except for her white and 
pink trainers and white cotton socks. Her cunt hair, he saw, was blonde, not 
ginger like his wife's. His wife was blonde, too, but there the comparison 
ended. 

She lay on the sofa, propped lazily, her legs slightly open.

'Get out of those things, and come here and make love to me.'

He forgot to take his shoes off before his trousers, and was aware how 
ludicrous he must look as he hopped about on one foot, his other one stuck in 
the trouser bottom. At last it came free. And he had no reason to feel 
ashamed of his erection as he stood in front of her.

'That's lovely! Come here.' She reached out and grasped his cock, waving in 
front of him, and pulled him to her. He collapsed on top of her, and they were 
kissing, arms tight around each other. He could feel her tits pressing into his 
chest.

'This won't be too bad after all,' she thought. He had a good body and it was 
nice to have a man with hair on his chest for the first time. She thought of her 
father again, and suddenly knew her cunt was hot, wet, and ready. She 
slipped her tongue into his mouth, and wriggled so his cock was hard up 
against her cunt lips as he lay between her legs. He moaned as his knob 
entered the outer lips. She wound her legs behind his back, linking her 
ankles. This forced his cock right into her, deeper and deeper.

Halifax had forgotten what a young cunt felt like. His wife was stretched and 
flabby now. But this cunt had firm, muscular vagina walls, and he could feel 
them grip him as he slid into her. She felt hot in there, too, though he knew 
that must be an illusion. Resting deep in her, he raised his body so he could 
feel her breast, tweaking her nipple as she had done his earlier. He was 
rewarded by her cunt gripping him harder. He tweaked again, and again felt 
that mini-spasm. He lowered his mouth to her breast, and licked the tanned 
flesh. No tan-lines here, so she must sunbathe topless. All the girls seemed to 
nowadays, he thought. And they seemed to have better tits now than when he 
was a lad. Then, as he took her nipple between her lips, she was whispering 
in his ear.

'Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Now!'

Luckily it did not take her long. He realised she was coming, her lips glued to 
his. He managed to control himself till she was at the peak of her orgasm, her 
cunt milking him. And then he let fly, the strongest, most balls-draining cum 
he had ever known. His cum gushed, and gushed, and gushed again as their 
bodies crashed together. Their passion subsided finally, both of them 
together.

In fact she meant it when she said, 'That was good. The best!' She would 
have said it in any case, but amazingly it was almost true.

He had no words. He was dumb-struck. As an answer, he fondled her breast. 
His cock slipped out of her, limp now.

'I must be careful! I must be careful not to let slip anything to the other girls, 
or else it will be all round the School. You know what silly gossips girls are.' 
She laughed, but it sounded false to Halifax.

He came down to earth with a bang. What had he done? She was only fifteen. 
Doubly jail-bait, as they say, once because of her age and twice because of 
his position as teacher. 'Oh no! It's got to be our secret. It would be too 
horrible if...' He broke off, unwilling to utter the words.

'But I'm such an air-head! I'm likely just to let it out some time, especially to 
my boyfriend. What would help me to remember not too?' She paused. Her 
head was in his lap as she lay curled-up beside him, his hand on her hip and 
buttock cheek. His cock slipped into her mouth, and he felt it harden as she 
sucked on it, the whole inside her mouth.He looked down at her golden hair 
flowing over his thighs, and her full lips round his shaft, erect again now. It 
slipped out. 'I know! If you give me A+ on my assignments. Then I'll 
remember not to say anything.'

'That sounds like blackmail, Jessica.' He was still stroking her bottom, and 
allowed his finger to enter that enticing crack to finger in the juices of their 
lovemaking.

'Perhaps. But then, I'm worth it aren't I. You go and get the assignment, 
write 57/60 on it, and then fuck me longer and slower than you just did.

                                       ...............................................................

Doctor Sallis was sitting behind his desk when she entered. She saw him 
hurriedly slip a magazine of some sort under a heap of papers she recognised 
as the class's history assignments. 

She placed her poor effort on top of the heap, and on an impulse lifted the 
pile to uncover the magazine.

'No! Really I must...' But it was too late. The girl had seen it. The prospect 
of disgrace filled his mind. He would be shamed. She would denounce him. 
The whole town would know his secret vice. He would be sacked and ruined! 
He fell back in his chair, defeated.

The magazine had been folded open. Jessica studied the photograph. A 
slender young man was standing on the very tips of his toes, suspended from 
a hook in the ceiling by ropes around his wrists. He was naked except for 
women's panties, black see-thru nylon trimmed with scarlet lace. His knob 
peeked out over the top of the waistband. The woman wore a black basque, 
stockings and stiletto-heeled shoes. Her cunt was shaved.  She was whipping 
him.

Jessica knew all about this despite her tender age. Josh had shown her a 
video he had borrowed somewhere, and they had laughed together at the 
antics, before a much more conventional fuck together. She smiled at the 
memory. Dr Sallis was slightly relieved at this: no shock or horror!

'So that's what you like, do you? I wouldn't mind a bit of that. Would you 
like me to whip you like that?' She threw the magazine down on his desk.

His heart leapt. Many years ago his doctorate had been a study of the Spanish 
Inquisition. As a student he had imagined himself a young heretical monk 
tortured by the Dominicans. Later he had found whores to whip him, usually 
with bored looks on their over-made-up faces. His fantasies as he 
masturbated were all of serving a beautiful but cruel young mistress. He had 
never found one.

'I...I..would you?' He stuttered. 'I'd so like to serve...'

'Jessica laughed. 'Naked then! Slaves should be naked.'

She watched as he stripped, folding his clothes carefully on the chair. Finally 
he stood naked. His skin was very white, almost translucent, and he had no 
body hair at all. His cock, half-hard, sprang from his naked, white belly, and 
his balls hung pink and bare.

'Well, get the gear then. Where do you keep it?'

She watched as he walked to the cupboard, opened it, and sorted out an 
armful of leather and steel. He was very slender, she thought, almost boyish. 
But not bad! Nice little bum. Not muscular, but firm and small. She was 
going to enjoy this!

He placed the 'gear' tidily in a row on the desk. Handcuffs, two coils of rope, 
a short braided whip, a black leather cat-o-nine-tails, and a strap-on dildo.

'No knickers? My slaves should be pantied!'

'At home. Not here.'

'And what else have you got at home?' 

He babbled excitedly, 'I've got the whipping frame from the old County 
Prison. I bought it when they closed down. And a crucifix with an axle so 
you can have me horizontal on it or upside down. A leather bench with 
shackles. Oh, and the bed has shackles too. Clothes and whips. Lots of stuff.'

Next time I'll visit you at home then. But first write 58/60 on this and sign 
and date it.' She dropped her assignment onto the whip and dildo.

He hesitated.

'You better! You're already in a bit deep!'

'But I haven't even read it...'

'Just sign it!' She picked up the handcuffs. He did as he was told.

'Two down, three to go,' she thought as she cuffed his wrists together. 'Now 
stand there while I get ready.'

He watched as she undid her shirt buttons, and bared her breasts to him. The 
shirt dropped to the floor. She was magnificent. Her shoulders were too 
broad for her slim body, but that promised a good whipping. He shuddered in 
anticipation. His cock, still only half-erect gave a little twitch. Her tits were 
just lovely he thought. Most of his whores had to keep their bras on: this girl 
needed no bra. She kicked her trainers off.

'No knickers. Truly?' She recalled the guy in the magazine wore knickers.

'Home, like I said. Not here.' 

She dropped her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. The crotch of her 
black nylon panties was transparent and he thought he could see the outline 
of her lips. There was a little patch of even blacker fabric, and he knew she 
was becoming excited.

'On your knees. Take these off.' She stretched the waistband of her panties 
and let the elastic ping against her belly.

'My hands!' They were fixed behind his back.

'Use your teeth!'

He shuffled over and knelt in front of her.  He caught the elastic in his teeth 
and pulled down. His nose dragged across her flat belly, down, through her 
blonde pubic hair, within half an inch of those plumping lips, and then down 
her thighs. The panties fell to the floor.

'Then you'll have to wear mine. Stand up.'

She pulled them up his legs, settled them over his arse, and arranged his cock 
so it stood vertical at the front of them, the flame-red burning knob standing 
proud of the lacy waistband.

'Over the desk!'

Bent over, his arse was inviting. She would enjoy this, she thought. She 
undid one wrist, and handcuffed the other to the door of the desk. Then a 
rope round his right wrist, and that tied to the opposite desk drawer. she went 
round the back of the desk so he could watch her strap on the dildo. With 
leather straps around each thigh, and another up her arse crease and round her 
waist it stood at a very satisfactory angle. She found herself wishing there 
was a mirror to see herself in. Next time!

'I'm going to fuck you, Sally. That's what the girls call you, you know!'

'Vaseline. Please. It's in the bottom drawer.

He watched as she greased the black, cock-shaped weapon. Then he felt her 
thighs against the back of his, the hard rubber against his anus, the first 
penetration, and then the long slow thrust into him.

'Don't come! Don't you dare come.' He gritted his teeth as she shagged him.

This went on perhaps five minutes before Jessica became bored. This might 
be good for him, but although the idea of fucking him in the arse was 
exciting it did nothing for her. The end of the dildo did not even rest on her 
clit. She would invent an improved design one day, she thought.

'Please don't stop!' He protested as she pulled the dildo out of him and 
unstrapped it.

'Shut up, Sally.' She untied his wrist and handcuffed them together again, 
this time in front of him.  'Come here. Kneel.'

He looked up at her flat belly and jutting tits. She moved so her cunt was 
against his face. The whip, braided leather, fell across his back.

'Lick. Suck.' 

Again the searing pain across his back. Her cunt lips were swollen and parted 
so his tongue found her clit. He nibbled, sucked and licked at it, his nose 
between the parted lips. He sniffed and licked, eager to taste her young 
juices. She whipped in a frenzy as he brought her to orgasm, each blow 
across his shoulders coinciding with a spasm he could feel as his face pressed 
into her..

She threw the whip onto his desk and looked around the room. There was a 
hook in the ceiling, beside the door, one of two that were probably designed 
to hang a map or some other piece of classroom equipment. Well a teacher 
would hang there now. She smiled at the thought.

He crawled over where she pointed, and stood up, hands high over his head. 
The handcuffs slipped tidily over the hook, securing him. This time she used 
the many-thonged cat-o-nine-tails, whipping his black-pantied buttocks. His 
cock stood, and she arranged the crotch so the shaft and his shaven balls were 
free of the nylon. She whipped him some more, enjoying seeing his cock 
twitch with each blow. A drop of cum appeared in its eye.

She paused to pull the panties down. She slipped them over his head as a 
makeshift blindfold. He felt her tits against his chest, her leg round his 
buttock as she leaned against him, standing on one leg. Her cunt against his 
knob. Her cunt around his shaft.

'If you come, I'll cut your balls off.' She was fucking him now, moving up 
and down on his shaft as he hung, immobile and blinded. He knew she had 
come by the finger nails raking down his back and the gripping of her vagina. 
He managed to keep himself from coming.

The panties were pulled from his face, and she used them to wipe her cunt. 
Then the lash again, this time on his naked arse. 

'Please, Miss. Please. I can't hold out...'

'Then come, wimp!' The lash descended on his buttocks, pink now against 
the stark white of his thighs. 'Come!' With each lash his cock stood higher, 
and finally, a look almost of pain on his face, he came, a white fountain 
arcing across the room to fall on the carpet. Another lash, another spout of 
cum.

He watched as she dressed, becoming the demure schoolgirl again.

'Next time I'll come to your house so we can try some of your equipment. 
And I expect you to be dressed in panties, stockings and high heels. And you 
better get me a basque, too. My measurements are 35B, 19, 33. And my shoe 
size is 5. I've written that on my assignment so you won't get it wrong. Now 
shall I let you down, or do you want to stay there?

                                              ............................................................ 

It was the first day of Autumn or the last day of summer. At all events this 
was the last cricket match of the year. For the school it was now the season 
for rugby, football and hockey, but traditionally the first eleven played a 
county side in September. The match was not exciting, as the visitors cruised 
to their inevitable win.

Hobsbawn taught English, but more importantly to him coached the first 
fifteen rugby. He was bored with the cricket, and his eye caught Joshua 
Gifford, chatting with Jessica Evans. Joshua was a star! Intelligent, articulate, 
and hard-working, he was also an athlete. Hobsbawn saw the boy 
momentarily slip his hand under the blonde girl's skirt: he seemed to be 
heterosexual, though. Pity!

The girl walked off, her skirt swinging, and Joshua wandered over to stand 
beside Hobsbawn.

'When was cricket invented, sir?'

'Played a lot in the seventeenth century, and we know it existed in 1605, but 
probably dates back much earlier than Shakespeare's time.'

'Is it true, sir, that there were no actresses then, in Shakespeare's theatres.?'

'Certainly, Joshua. All the female parts were played by boys.'

'I wonder if the men found that difficult? I mean disturbing...'

'Disturbing?'

'I mean, I wonder if they were attracted to them.'

'They were. And not especially when the boys were dressed as girls. We 
know Shakespeare was attracted to young men from his poetry.'

The boy was dressed in his rugby shorts and shirt. He was in the second 
fifteen now, playing with boys one or even two years older than himself. 
Next season, perhaps even towards the end of this, he would have put on 
enough weight to play in the firsts. Hobsbawn looked at him. Good 
shoulders, and muscled biceps. His thighs were no longer those of a young 
boy, either. Hobsbawn allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to 
feel those shining, black thighs crashing into his arse as the boy fucked him. 
Nice small, hard arse, too.

'Been training with the seconds?'

'Yes, sir. Just running and weights. The ground is still too hard.'

'Yes. Don't want any broken limbs. Rain is forecast though.'

There was a pause as they politely applauded a good stroke for four.

'So they think Shakespeare was gay, sir?'

'Bisexual probably.' Hobsbawn was slightly surprised at where the 
conversation was leading. But he believed in openness, and always 
answering questions from students.

'The Ancient Greeks too, I think. I read somewhere they all were.'

'Ah, yes. The Ancient Greeks. Each man had to choose a special boy to 
coach, advise, and instruct. In war they would fight side-by-side with each 
other.'

'And they had sex, sir.'

'Oh yes. They believed neither the boy nor his mentor would ever show 
cowardice fighting alongside his lover. So there was a political reason for the 
arrangement, as well as the obvious sexual pleasure, I suppose.'

Joshua's eyes were smiling and shining. 'I wish I was born an Ancient Greek, 
sir.'

'Me too, boy.'

'There's a vase in the museum sir. On it there's two warriors with long 
spears. But they are naked, and kissing. One of them has a hard penis and it 
looks as if he is about to put it in the other.'

'I know the vase. It is beautiful.' He looked at Joshua's smiling face. How 
delightful it would be to kiss those full lips.

They smiled at each other. Joshua looked down towards his teacher's crotch, 
and then direct in his eyes again, and there was immediate understanding.

'The match is nearly over. Come with me, Joshua.'

No sooner inside Hobsbawn's house, the door shut, and they were 
embracing. His hands on the boy's shorts, he pulled him to him. There was a 
momentary hesitation before the boy's lips responded. Hobsbawn realised 
this was the first time Joshua had kissed a man. His heart leapt. The boy was 
a virgin! He forced his tongue between the boy's lips, and felt the boy's 
tongue respond. His cock was hard against the boy's belly. 

'I didn't have time to shower after training, sir.'

'Then we'll shower together.'

As Josh soaped his master's body, he was surprised how hard and muscular it 
was. All bone and muscle, he thought. Wouldn't like to be tackled by that, 
open field in full flight! Hobsbawn was soaping the boy's body, too, enjoying 
his muscular frame. As the needle-sharp shower stung them, he sank to his 
knees and nuzzled Josh in his crotch. The boy's cock was hardening. He took 
the knob in his mouth, and it became fully erect, the foreskin rolling back of 
itself. It was nearly too big for his lips, but he managed to get about half the 
shaft into his mouth before it touched the back of his throat. The boy groaned 
in pleasure as his tongue flickered and his cheeks sucked. The muscles of the 
boy's arse moved under his hands as he thrust his cock in and out as if 
fucking.

Then the cock was pulled from willing lips, and the boy was raising him, 
hands under his armpits. Josh knelt. The master's cock between his lips, he 
sucked and rubbed it with one wet hand. 

'Your cock is bent, sir, like the one on the Greek bowl. Like a bow.'

'While yours is straight and upright, Joshua. I've never seen one as big. It 
must be an inch longer than mine, and half as broad again.'

They dried quickly, and Hobsbawn turned back the duvet on his large bed. 
How many boys had had their first real sex here?

They kissed, their legs entwined, cock against cock.

Hobsbawn oiled a finger from a tube by the bed and slid it into the boy's 
arse, gently masturbating him as they caressed. The boy moaned as his expert 
lover found the spot. Hobsbawn felt the boy's arms clasp him tighter, his lips 
apart as they kissed. The boy's arse was completely relaxed now, and 
Hobsbawn slipped a second finger up him, pressing and caressing in exactly 
the right place.

I want to fuck you, Joshus. Then I want you to fuck me.'

'I've never...'

'I'll be gentle. At first.'

'There's one thing, sir, before you put it in me.'

'One thing?'

'Jessica, sir. Jessica Evans. She says I can have her arse too if I do something 
for her. Really it's something you can do, sir. '

The fingers were slipping in and out easily, and he added a third finger: his 
cock would not feel big up there after three fingers! 'It's her grades. She 
wants you to give her A's for her assignments.'

'And if I do, she'll give you her arse, and you'll give me yours?'

'Yup.'

'Seems a good deal to me' 

It was as easy as that, thought Joshua. And he had been worried about it. This 
teacher didn't give a toss about exams, at least compared with arses!

' I want you to spread your legs. Here, put this pillow under your arse. God! 
That cock's formidable. I hope I can take it! But first you.'

He laughed as the boy broke from his embrace and made as if to kneel. 'So 
you know a bit about it, Joshua. But I'd rather have you on your back, so we 
can see each other, and kiss.'

He lay between the boy's legs, and had him bend them upwards. The arse 
was shiny, oiled, and hairless. He held his cock in his right hand and placed 
the knob, winning an inch of arsehole. Then, holding the boy's hip with one 
hand, and propping himself on the bed with the other, he forced gently in. 
The boy moaned, but took it, and they lay belly to belly. Now the slow 
movement of the fuck, cock slipping in and out. Hobsbawn looked at the 
body beneath him. Not often had he enjoyed a better-built boy. Lovely flat, 
hard belly, smooth, muscled chest. He leaned down and licked a nipple, then 
took the hard little pin-head between his lips and nibbled it. The boy 
responded, his hand caressing his teacher's back, combing through the hair 
on his shoulders.

Joshua was indeed a virgin. He had been a bit frightened of being fucked. 
But this was ok. There was no pain. It was not the feeling of pleasure like 
having your cock rubbed, but there was a strange pleasure which 
communicated itself to his prick. Certainly he was very hard. He slipped his 
hand between them and grasped his cock, rubbing it. Then Hobsbawn was 
fucking him harder, and he grasped his teacher with both arms round his 
back. They kissed.

'I'm going to come, sir.'  Joshua was astounded. The full-feeling in his arse 
had gone, and all he was aware of was the caressing and weight of the body 
fucking him, and the orgasm mounting in his cock. ''I'm coming!'

Hobsbawn kissed the boy on his lips, his tongue in his mouth. The boy was 
bucking under him now, and he could feel that cock against his belly. Then 
he felt the boy come, his gushes wetting both their bellies. With a few harder, 
faster thrusts, Hobsbawn was coming too, in the boy's arse.

They lay silent for minutes, till the anus expelled a now-limp prick.

'Thank you, Joshua. That was really delightful.'

'It was good for me.'

'We had better shower again.'

They soaped their own bodies mostly, now, the lust for each other being at 
least temporarily satisfied.

'I wanted you to fuck me, Joshua. Next time?'

'I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it. I just had to come.'

'It was lovely.'

'Do you think I'm gay, sir.'

'You still want Jessica?'

'Oh yes!'

'Then you're not gay. I'm gay. You're bisexual. And tell her she's got her 
grade A.'

'Can I. I mean can we again, soon?'

'When you like, Joshua. Before Jessica's next assignment. You can tell me 
about her arse, and then fuck me.'

'I'd like to suck you off too, sir....'

                                           ..........................................................

Ms Meadowes  looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned. You could see 
the line of her panties under the tight trousers. Then she smiled. Apart from 
that she looked pretty good. She liked the severe white cotton blouse, and 
tight trousers. No make-up, and her black hair tied back. She patted her belly. 
Flat! Not bad for a forty-year old spinster. She smiled. Good tits, too. Firm 
and the same shapely as when she was a teen. Not that there was much of 
them. But, much as she liked nice rounded tits on a woman, she was 
contented with her own too. They matched her body-image perfectly. Clarice 
loved her body too, though her lover had let hers go a bit over the years.

Jessica threw the half onion in the bin by the sink, washed her hands 
thoroughly, and then her face. Good! The smell had gone and her eyes were 
very red, full of tears. She knocked at the door to Ms Meadowe's study.

'Come in.'

The door opened and young Jessica Evans was standing there, framed against 
the afternoon sunlight. Ms Meadowe's heart missed a beat. The girl was 
heart-stoppingly beautiful. Almost as tall as herself, slender, tiny waist, but 
nice breasts under her school uniform blouse. Her hair glowed in the 
sunlight. The sun silhouetted her, and shone through the fabric of her skirt. 
You could see the outline of her legs, even to the one inch gap at the top, 
where her lips would be. She was lovely, but she had been crying. Her eyes 
were red and full of tears.

Ms Meadowes was angry. If any boy or girl had been bullying this lovely girl 
she would sort them!

Jessica shut the door.

'What's the matter, Jessica?'

'Oh Miss, I'm so unhappy.'

'Do you want to tell me, Jessica.' She slipped an arm round the girl's 
shoulder, and pulled her to her chest. The hair shone as it rippled.

'I'm so in love, and I don't know what to do.'

Ms Meadowes recalled her own teenage years. The raging loves she 
felt...always for girls of course...and how close to despair she had often been. 
If only she knew then what she knew now. She looked down at the girl, 
whose tears were wetting her prim white blouse she had been admiring in the 
mirror a moment before. Teenage girls, like this. She thought of Dierdre, 
who looked a bit like Jessica, how they had kissed. But nothing more. 
Twenty, nearly thirty years ago. Her sympathy for Jessica knew no bounds.

'You must tell him, Jessica. There's no need nowadays to wait for him. Boys 
can be so slow to realize... Tell him you love him and want to kiss him.'

The sobs increased. 'It's not a boy, Miss...'

Ms Meadowes heart missed a beat again. This lovely girl was in love with 
one of the other girls. They would enjoy each others' sweet bodies, finding 
those pleasures she herself had missed through timidity, until that nice 
lecturer at College had seduced her. What was her name? No, gone now..

'Well tell her then. Tell her you love her and want to kiss her.'

Jessica looked up at her teacher. 'I love you, and want to kiss you. It's you, 
Miss Meadowes.' And they kissed. As their breasts pressed together, Ms 
Meadowes felt Jessica tracing the line of her panties with the tips of her 
fingers. She reached and managed to lift Jessica's skirt so a hand could slip 
under it. The girl had no panties on! Her hand caressed and stroked firm, 
naked flesh.

Jessica had expected this to be a chore, necessary but not much fun. She was 
astounded to find that as her teacher caressed her, her cunt was getting wet, 
aroused as if it had been her favourite Joshua. She pulled the woman even 
closer to her, and slipped her tongue into her mouth, just as Josh liked.

Their embrace lasted minutes, neither daring to break it. But finally they 
came up for air.

'I don't know what we do, I mean girls. You will have to teach me.'

'I'll show you, Jessica, but first show me your lovely body.' She was already 
popping the buttons on Jessica's blouse, and saw that the girl wore no 
brassiere either. And she did not need one. As the blouse fell open, her 
breasts were revealed, utter perfection. The woman leaned and licked one, 
taking the little pink nipple between her lips. Now Jessica was certain it 
would be good as a streak of pleasure ran from nipple to clitoris.

She fumbled with Ms Meadowes' blouse, but the woman laughed, and pulled 
it up over her head. She was glad she had put on her best white lingerie. It 
would have been shaming to reveal any of her old, greying sets! She made a 
mental note to clear all that old stuff out!

'Pretty.' Jessica murmured, and watched as her teacher reached behind to 
unclasp the white lace. Her chest was almost as flat as a boy's muscled pecs. 
You could she worked out. But her nipples were darker, longer than any 
boy's could be. To Jesssica she seemed ideal, strong and toned muscles, but 
smooth and soft as her own body. She took one long nipple between her lips. 
'They're lovely. And how long!'

Ms Meadowes smiled. Her lover Clarice loved those nipples too, liked to 
have them rubbed against her clit. This girl would like that too, surely. She 
placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, under the blonde hair, and gently 
forced her downwards.

Momentarily the carpet felt uncomfortable against her skin, and she could 
smell the dust, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as she felt lips on her 
cunt lips, a tongue between them.

'That's lovely, Miss.'

'Call me Heather, my angel.' The tongue was working Jessica up as it made a 
figure of eight repeatedly round her clit. She knew she must reciprocate, but 
she was not sure about sucking sticky cunt. A moment's hesitation, and then 
a tentative lick along Ms Meadowe's crack. The teacher moaned, but her 
tongue did not stop. It was really quite nice, Jessica decided, and moved her 
tongue exactly as she was enjoying.

Ms Meadowes rolled over on top, and Jessica felt a finger penetrate her. She 
slipped her own finger into the cunt inches from her own eyes. Tongues 
licking, lips sucking, fingers slipping in and out, they worked each other up 
to a climax. Jessica knew she was coming and forgot to suck and finger her 
partner as her own pleasure became almost unbearable. It did not matter as 
Ms Meadowes cunt was raking up and down the girl's face, clit finding 
pleasure in her nose, lips, tongue. Jessica panted and moaned, and finally she 
was coming. As her orgasm subsided, she remembered and stuck her tongue 
out, adding to the friction as that cunt slid up and down the length of her 
face. She could feel her teacher's orgasm, silent but wet.

Jessica felt fulfilled, more alive as she always did after good sex. And calmer 
than after Josh had fucked her. And she hadn't got spunk dripping over her 
thighs and getting all sticky as it oozed down over her arsehole. She decided 
she liked this girl sex. She smiled to herself. She was lying with her cheek on 
the woman's belly. The skin was smooth as white silk. On impulse she 
lightly kissed the naked pink lips.

The woman acknowledged her gesture by gently stroking her hair.

'You shave down there? It's lovely and smooth.'

'My friend Clarice waxes it for me.'

'Doesn't that hurt terribly?'

'She gets me good and hot first, and I scarcely notice it.'

'Would she do mine, do you think?'

'She'd love to, my angel. And the two of us would certainly get you hot 
first...' 

They lay silent.

Miss Meadowes leaned over the girl and kissed her lightly, first on her lips, 
scarcely touching them, and then on the tip of each breast. It was a way of 
saying thank you, as Jessica realised.

'Not so sad now, Jessica?'

'No, that was everything I hoped for. But there's still one thing that 
worries...'

'Tell, me my little angel.'

'It's something you could do for me, and only you.'

'Anything, my darling.'

'I'm scared of failing. I need  'A's on my assignment.'

The woman halted her caress of the girl's faintly rounded belly. 'Oh, Jessica. 
I couldn't do that. Anything, but not that. It would be wrong, and unfair to 
the others.'

Jessica reached, and stroked the woman's naked mound, her index finger 
reaching the woman's clit. 'Please, Miss. Please, and everything will be 
wonderful, and we'll be able to love without me thinking about anything 
else.'

She looked at the girl beside her. Those breasts, the long blonde hair, so 
incredibly shining, and her legs, her sweet little cunt, plumped up now, and 
the clit peeping out from her golden curls. And why not? Who would ever 
know?  'All right, little Jessica, you will get your 'A's.

'Oh, Thank you, Miss.' She rolled on top and kissed her. 'Let's do it again.'

'We've got all afternoon. Get dressed and we'll go to my flat. It will be better 
in bed, and we can fuck each other all afternoon.'

'Fuck?'

'Oh yes, suck and fuck. You'll see my little angel how girls can fuck. And 
I'll call Clarice, too.'

                                    ...................................................................

Which left just French....

Jessica had prepared, learning some of the phrases she might have to use, and 
dressing provocatively in tight lycra running shorts and an even tighter top.

Monsieur Lecon was taking his Sunday afternoon 'constitutional'. A creature 
of habit, he always took a Sunday afternoon walk, same route, any weather. 
This was a pleasant sunny, late summer day.  He heard steps running behind 
him, and saw it was Jessica Evans.

He looked at her, as she approached. She was enough to give a red-blooded 
frenchman a hard-on, he decided, and in fact his cock was stirring as he saw 
those long, tanned legs, butt so sharply defined by her running gear, and her 
tits straining against the top, as she panted with exertion. All that and full, 
red lips, shining golden hair. He mopped his brow.

'I'm exhausted, Sir. May I walk back with you?'

'Only if you speak French, Jessica.'

She knew he would say that. He always did! And she was ready.

'French is the language of love, Sir.'

'Just as German is that of war, Irish of song, and English of commerce.'

'The Irish are poets, the English traders, but the French are said to be the best 
lovers, Sir' She giggled.

This lovely girl was teasing him, he thought. But it was nice. He was aware 
he was fat, and not at all handsome, and it was good to be teased, flirted with 
by a lovely young girl. 'The Italians might not agree.'

'But French men have a special way of making love, Sir. One of the girls told 
me.'

'???' Was he hearing right?

'With their tongues and mouths, Sir.'

He gulped, silent, astounded. He mopped his brow again.

'I'd like that.' She took his arm. 'Would you show me, Sir? How to make 
love with mouths and tongues?'

'You want to do that with me? Really? You're not just teasing me?'

'I really want? Really? Please, Sir.'

This is my house. We'd better go in, then.'

She undressed him first. He was a fussy dresser with waistcoat as well as 
trousers and jacket. His underwear was masculine, but expensive silk, and 
monogrammed! Also he was covered in black hair, even his back and 
bottom. Like a bear, she thought. But it was a new sensation, and she enjoyed 
running her fingers through it as she pulled his boxer shorts down. She 
quickly slipped out of her shoes, and he had to help her with her running 
gear, it was so tight. Finally they were both naked, and his cock, not very big, 
was standing for her.

'On the couch is best.' He spoke English now!

'First there's one thing you must do for me Monsieur Lecon.'

'Anything.'

'If I am a good pupil, and learn well how to do it the French way, you must 
reward me.'

'???' 

Surely she wasn't asking for money? Though she would be worth almost any 
sum, he thought. He would pay!

'I want 'A's on my work.'

Was that all? No problem then. 'Of course I will, Jessica. Now lay down 
there. Yes, like that.'

He had placed her on her side, back to the back of the sofa, one leg draped 
over the back. He was no taller than her, and was able to lay beside her. Her 
cunt was open to him, and without preliminaries, his mouth was on her. She 
felt his tongue slip into her, and circle round the mouth of her vagina. Then 
his lips were on her clitoris, pulling gently at it. She felt herself getting wet. 
This was going to be good.

He shuffled his body towards her till his cock was less than an inch from her 
face. He had been cut, she saw, and wondered for a moment if he was 
Jewish. She knew what he wanted, and took the knob between her lips. He 
was not as big as Josh, and she was glad because it was easier to slip the 
whole length in and out, sucking on it.

He was as expert as he claimed, and using both fingers as well as his mouth, 
she felt him working her towards her climax.  He was better than Josh, she 
decided. She could never get her boyfriend to keep on in the same rhythm 
without ever stopping, building her steadily up. This man did, finger fucking, 
pulling her lips open and stroking round her clit, and above all that pulling 
and releasing of her nub with his rubbery lips.

She came before him, and could devote herself to his pleasure.

She sucked, one hand cradling his balls and tickling them very gently with 
tips of fingers, the other combing through the hairs on his buttock cheeks.  
He lay back and luxuriated like some oriental pasha.  She tasted cum in her 
mouth, and knew it would not be long. She knew what Josh liked, and 
reached into the crack of his arse, and tapped the arsehole with her index 
finger. He moaned. Recently Josh had wanted her to finger-fuck him, fingers 
right up in his anus. That bloody English teacher had taught him to want that! 
Still, she'd save that for another session, see if Monsieur Lecon liked to be 
fucked in the arse.

He was moving back and forth now, shagging her mouth.

She concentrated on the job in hand, both hands and her lips giving him 
pleasure. She felt his body stiffen, and then the first gush of cum in her 
mouth. She swallowed and sucked, her left hand rubbing hard at his shaft. 
More spurts, his hips heaving as he shagged her mouth. Then he was quiet, 
and she licked the last cum from his shaft, which was half-limp by now.

'Did I pass, sir?'

'A+, my little angel. The plus was for swallowing.'

She was slipping into her running shorts, and he was enjoying his last 
glimpse of her teenage tits. 'Next time, sir, would you like to put it in me? I 
mean, after you've sucked me.'

'That will be worth an A++ '
                                          ................................................................

Her mother had already gone out to her Saturday Bridge morning. Jessica had 
just finished putting the breakfast things on the table. She had her dressing 
gown on over the shortie nightie she had bought with her pocket money, to 
please Josh. She had left the panties bit in her bed.

She heard her father coming down stairs, but saw the postman at the gate, 
and ran out to meet him. There were several letters, all for her father and 
including one with the school crest.

He was sitting on the settee, shaven but still in his dressing gown. She threw 
most of the letters  onto the breakfast table, but took the important one over 
to him, and held it just out of his reach.

'It's my results.'

He grabbed for it, but she danced back, laughing.

'If I passed, what is my reward?'

'We'll see.' He grabbed again, and got it this time.

She sat beside him, her thigh touching his, but made decent by both layers of 
dressing gown. He opened it and she read it too.

'You passed, Jessica. You passed.' He had dropped the letter and his hand 
was on her thigh. He kissed her forehead.

'You passed!'

This was the moment. She allowed her gown to fall off her knees, and his 
hand was on her bare thigh. She lifted it, and moved it up until it nestled 
right at the top, his palm on her thigh, but his thumb touching her blonde 
fleece. She kissed him passionately on his lips. As she moved, her gown fell 
open and he saw those lovely breasts,  that he had peeped  at only once 
before, fleetingly as she changed on the beach in August. The same day that 
he thought he had seen her looking at him, and wished he had been hard 
instead of limp and shriveled by the cold water. The flimsy scarlet nylon of 
her tarty nightwear merely accentuated her bosom's beauty. He had thought 
about those tits as he fucked her mother, and many a night they had helped 
him come. Now, nearly naked, they were pressed up against him, his hand 
was in her crotch, and he felt her fingers on his cock, clasping it as her 
tongue entered his mouth.

As they kissed, she slipped her dressing gown over her shoulders and let it 
fall to the carpet. He caressed her thighs and hip with one eager hand, while 
the other felt deeper into her crotch, parting the lips, and feeling for the hard 
nub of her clit. She was slipping his gown over his shoulders now. He lifted 
his arms so it, too, fell clear. He was naked now, and knew she was exploring 
his body with her fingers as they embraced, stroking his cock, and combing 
her fingers through the hair of his chest and belly.

Had he ever been so excited? Had his cock ever been so hard and swollen? 

She was taking the initiative, while he sat there dazed. Now his daughter was 
astride him, her laughing face inches from his. She knelt up, clear of him, 
and he felt her parting her cunt lips with one hand while she grasped his cock 
with the other. She subsided again onto him, and he felt the tight, warm 
wetness of her cunt round his shaft. 

He groaned.

Jessica was fucking him while he sat almost motionless, only his hands 
moving. One caressed her bottom, the other squeezing and teasing a breast, 
though the shiny nylon. She was moving up and down faster now.

'Bouncy, bouncy! Jessie likes too play bouncy bouncy!'

He slipped his hand up under her nightie to feel her naked breast. He groaned 
with pleasure as she fucked him.

'Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross to see a fair lady upon a white horse.' 
She was laughing as she had him.

But then he saw her face changing, getting redder, her eyes closed, a look 
almost of pain on her face. She was coming! He managed to hold back his 
own orgasm, and enjoyed hers as she fucked him faster, and then collapsed, 
motionless onto him, her lips on his. He could feel her cunt grip and relax, 
grip and relax as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

It was his turn now. Without taking his cock out of her cunt, he lifted her and 
turned her over so he was on top. Her cunt was just at the edge of the sofa, 
her bottom on a cushion. He thrust, a first, strong, fierce shove. She squealed, 
but it was with pleasure as her arms tightened over his back, her fingers 
clawed into him. She raised her legs, and linked them behind his arse. Now 
he fucked her as he had fucked no girl since he was himself a teen. Hard, 
ruthless, crashing his body into hers. His excitement was rising, difficult to 
control now. He grasped a breast with one hand and squeezed it hard. He was 
coming now, and saw, and heard she was too. She buried her face in his 
neck, and he could feel her biting him as he pumped his spunk deep into her.

Later, she took off her shorty nightie and wiped his cock and balls with it, 
then scrunching it up and sitting with it between her legs, to soak up his and 
her wetness, scarlet against the gold of her tan.

'What do you want, Jessica, as a reward for doing so well?' He laughed. ' At 
school, I mean!'

I want to leave school now, Daddy. And go and stay with my cousin 
Samantha.'

'She's in the South of France, Cannes, isn't she.'

'She's in New York now, Manhattan. She says I can work with her.'

'She's a model I think?'

'Does some films as well. She says I can make a lot of money and have a lot 
of fun there.'

'She does escort work, your mother says.'

Jessica laughed. 'Only if she likes the guy. He has to be handsome and very, 
very rich!'
 You think I'm as pretty as Samantha?'

'Prettier. And younger. I'm sure you'll do very well.'

'You're still quite hard, Daddy!' She knelt in front of him, and he felt her 
mouth on his knob, her tongue tickling at the very tip. Then her tits against 
his legs, as she held his cock, and slipped the knob into her mouth. She 
brushed her blonde hair back with her hand, and he could see her looking up 
at him with her blue eyes as she licked the sensitive front of his cock.

'I've so wanted to see you hard like this, Daddy. And now I get to suck it 
too.' He felt the whole length slip into her mouth, and then her lips close on 
it as she sucked. Her tongue flicked at the vein. Then she was jerking the root 
of his prick, while she sucked the rest of it. Her free hand cradled, weighed 
and tickled his balls.  He held her head in both hands, his fingers slipping in 
the shiny, fine hair as her head bobbed up and down.

His wife sucked but never swallowed. He felt himself about to come, and 
tried to pull his cock from her lips. Insistent, she held on, and he found 
himself spurting into her mouth, her gulping and swallowing, but still 
stimulating him with her fingers and tongue.

Finally he lifted her so she lay against him, and kissed her, tasting his cum in 
her mouth.

'Now you go up to bed, and I'll bring you breakfast in bed, and then I'll show 
you what else I've learned this year.' Her eyes shone. ' What I want is...' She 
whispered the rest into his ear.

 'I'm thirsty!'

As she stood at the table, bending over slightly to pour some orange juice, he 
could see her pretty little cunt lips, pink and with the merest fluff of golden 
down from behind. That was exactly as she intended, of course. And there, 
hidden between her cute butt cheeks, there would be her pretty little arsehole. 
And she had offered it to him. He was going to lick, suck, and finally fuck 
her in her pretty little arse. And in the marital bed too, the final treachery.

How did he and his wife get such a sex goddess, he thought? His wife with 
her Bridge sessions and her Party Conferences! A sudden thought! His wife 
would be away at the annual conference in October. He could have his little 
angel all night, for four full nights! And perhaps her boyfriend too. Jason? 
No, his name was Joshua. He recalled the strong physique and smooth skin, 
but also something effeminate in the boy's manner, a 'come hither', soft look 
in his eye when they had been introduced on the beach. And the boy had 
looked him up and down, lingering at his crotch. Yes, a threesome! 

'Off you go then, Daddy. No need to look for lube! We can use butter from 
the breakfast. That's more fun, and tasty too.' She laughed. 'Hey! You're 
virile, Daddy. Look! You're hard again.'

                                                                   FIN
