Chapter 3
Sharon's house was about a half mile from the school rooms. She was glad that she had left the car and decided to walk to class that day. It was a mild September day and her enthusiasm on the first day of class decided her choice. With her ass still tender, driving back would have been a problem.
She entered the house and called out. None of the boys had returned from class yet. Probably, as freshmen, they were at some sort of orientation or club meeting. Making her way to her room, Sharon stripped. There was a full length mirror on her bathroom door. Standing with her back to the mirror, she tried to survey the damage to her ass.
It was a little difficult. She had to twist her neck to look over her shoulder. Despite the contortions, the view was not very nice. Her buttocks still had a bright red appearance from the brutal flailing she had received. In addition, she could see the six welts, darker in color. Sharon was concerned about the permanency of the marks. It would be a helluva note to go through life with six stripe marks on your ass!
She ran a tub of lukewarm water. Searching through her belongings, she found a small tin of epsom salts. There wasn't much left in the tin. What little there was should have some soothing help. Sharon dumped it into the bath and stirred the water. Sharon stood in the tub and lowered her body into the water. The contact of the liquid as she sat down sent a lancing twinge of pain through her body.
Her body remained crouched, her ass partially submerged in the water. Gradually, she lowered her trunk until she was completely immersed in the bath. She stretched out her body. It took a little time for her to accustom her body to the change.
Getting out of the bath, she wiped her body carefully. Gently, she dried her backside. In her bag of drug sundries, Sharon located a tube of unguent. She applied it to her buttocks. Satisfied with her make-shift medical attention, she dressed.
There were still a few hours left for supper. The remaining time was spent readying some lesson plans for her classes.
Her mind drifted while she worked. That Wayne Trevors was quite a kid! He was well hung. She wondered where he would have their next session. Maybe in the back of a car! She giggled like a teenager. Imagine getting fucked in a car! At least her first encounter with sex was a comfortable bed.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She looked at her watch. It was a quarter to six. "Come in," she invited.
Duncan walked in. "I thought I'd take you over to the mess hall for supper. Show you around. Okay?"
Sharon was a little annoyed by his constant appearance. She wasn't interested in him. He was making a pest of himself. But she couldn't offend him. There would be a time when she might need him.
"Sure!" she said, "Let's walk," she suggested. "I need the exercise."
On the way to the dining hall, they made small conversation. Duncan asked her about her reactions to the classes. She gave him brief answers, lying about how well she was doing. Deftly, she turned the conversation around. The rest of the walk was spent with Duncan telling her about the team.
After supper, she excused herself. She had some other work to do. There were still some unpacking to do and she had her charges to supervise as house mother. Duncan took her back.
At nine, her phone rang! Sharon picked up the phone.
"Miss Brookes?" There was no mistaking the taunt in the voice.
"Yes, Wayne! What do you want?" she answered. Her pulse quickened. She suspected why he was calling.
"I'll be over to your place in about fifteen minutes," he answered. "Get set for another session."
"You must be out of your mind, Wayne!" she gasped. "Suppose someone sees you coming here? Or finds us together in my room? We can both get into a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry!" he answered. "I got a legitimate reason. I came over for some help with my history. Besides, if you lock your door, no one is going to bother us. And if someone comes," he said, "I can always jump into the John and get dressed. You can make believe you've been in bed."
"But, Wayne...." Sharon started to protest. She was speaking into a dead phone. He had hung up.
She undressed and slipped into a housecoat. The less time wasted, the faster she could get rid of him. A hot flush of excitement swept through her. In a short while, Wayne would be in her room making love to her.
It was her fantasy that gave her this illusion. She was at least 4 years his senior. Wayne wasn't interested in the exciting foreplay he reserved for the girls his age. Sharon didn't care. All she was interested in was satisfying her lust.
She stepped into her bathroom and sprayed her breasts, the hollow of her neck, and her cunt with cologne. Pausing in front of her door mirror, Sharon admired her body. Her house coat was parted. The rosy tips of her tits stared back at her. Her hand drifted down to the hollow of her thighs. Two fingers passed through the hairy bush that hid her eager cunt.
Touching the outer folds of reddened skin, she felt the moisture gathering there. Like a mouth salivating for food!
There was a hurried knock at the door. A series of quick impatient taps. Sharon hurried to the door and opened it. Wayne charged into the room and shut the door. He snapped the lock shut. Reaching out, he parted her housecoat.
"Hey! You look even better this way than in the classroom," he said. "Okay, let's go! I only have about a half an hour!"
Sharon was a little peeved by his attitude. She was hoping that there would be a little foreplay. Removing the housecoat, she tossed it onto a chair. Wayne was already out of his clothes, his cock tumescent and tough.
He grabbed at one of her tits and roughly mauled it. She winced a little at the contact. His other hand was around her waist, pressing her body against his horny hard-on.
"Don't you think it would be more comfortable on the bed?" she suggested. "It will give you a better opportunity to enjoy this relationship."
Reluctantly, he released her. "Okay!" he agreed. "But let's make it good!"
Sharon lay down on the bed. Wayne was immediately on top of her. He started to crush her tit with one hand while his other hand frigged her cunt. She closed her eyes. His hands were stimulating her, awakening the sensual cravings she wanted. Her hand reached down to touch the hard flesh she had known earlier that day. Her ass still hurt from the beating but the voluptuous tremors that swept through her negated the pain.
Languidly, her fingers stroked his cock, enjoying the tactile contact. All past incidents were nothing compared to this moment. Soon, she would feel that lovely prick inside her cunt. Impatiently, she waited for that delerious contact.
"When are you going to start?" she asked, hoping to goad him into fucking her.
"Man! You really are a hot bitch!" he exclaimed. He reached for the hairy lips and pushed them apart. Kneeling between her splayed legs, he guided his cock head into the hole. With a fierce thrust, he rammed his shaft into her lubricated labyrinth.
Sharon felt the thick prick slide effortlessly into her snatch. His penetration was deep. A shudder of luxuriant ecstasy shook her body. Wayne's lovely cock seemed to fill her cunt. He was solidly impacted within her.
She reached out for his head to caress him. At least, she would make an attempt at love making. He remained immobile for awhile, enjoying the erogenous contact.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said. "It feels so good inside of me."
He started to move his hips back, withdrawing his cock slowly. "Oh! Don't take it out!" she said.
Wayne grinned lewdly down at her. "Don't worry, baby, I'm just getting ready."
His cock started to descend again. In measured cadence, he drilled his cock into her vaginal well. The movement was unhurried with special nuances. As he plunged slowly down, Wayne would twist his hips slightly. Like a pestle in a mortar, grinding out a love potion.
His rump rose and fell as he continually stroked her hot box. Wayne's buttocks flexed as he worked his prick in and out.
Sharon threw her legs over his hips, locking her ankles. She pressed him closer to her. Her hands reached down to clasp his asscheeks. Her wish was to drive his cock clear through to her ass. She knew this was a physical impossibility. But she had to keep his thick dick deep, deep within her vaginal sheath.
Their eyes met as she gazed up into his face. His eyes conveyed a supercilious expression. She knew he was deliberately prolonging this ritual. Somehow, he must have known that she wanted his cock more than he wanted to fuck her.
She didn't care! A sigh of pleasure rose from her lips. "Ooommm! That's good, Wayne! Stop playing with me! Fuck me, fuck me good!" she softly urged him.
Her inhibitions had been shattered. Her self-esteem and pride disappeared. She had turned into a wanton. Her reserved respect for herself was exchanged for a lustful sensual woman who begged for sexual gratification.
"You love my cock, don't you?" Wayne sneered. "You get your kicks out of getting head from kids like me! I'm no kid, baby! I've been fucking cunts for a long time. I'll come when I'm good and ready! Beg me, honey!"
His demand for her to beg was degrading. She was into this sex scene and didn't want to turn it off. The slowly pistoning prong was titillating her carnal desires. Inside her hot twat, the spongy tissues were vibrantly alive.
The nerve endings were shocked by the electrifying contact. She could feel it tingling all over her body.
"Please, Wayne! Fuck me! Don't toy with me," she begged.
"Okay, your Highness!" he said in mock obedience. "Here I go, ready or not!"
The tempo of his pace increased. Sharon felt his cock pushing harder into her cunny. That conceited bastard! He was a cocksman and knew it! All that mattered was that she was enjoying the exhilarating contact of his virile prick.
"Oooo! That's ... good!" she gasped between intervals of their coupling.
Her body started to work in tandem with his movements. She arched her back, meeting his strong plunges. Her hips rocked and bucked as Wayne fucked her with abandoned fury.
Despite his excellent physical condition, the turbulence of his attack was an effort. Grunting raspy sounds emitted from his throat. "Hunnn! Hunnn!"
Sharon closed her eyes in luxuriant pleasure as waves of ecstatic bliss bathed her. Her lascivious longings were coming to fruition. An explosion burst within her in the form of a violent orgasm. The incandescent fragments sent voluptuous sparks flying.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she gasped hoarsely. "Keep fucking! Harder, harder! Faster! Oooo! That's good!"
Her exhortations caused him to pump furiously. Another orgasm filled her cascading cunt. Her pussy was being drowned with the climactic torrents that poured out with each orgasm. She tightened her legs across Wayne's back. Her cunt was alive with amoral agitation. She was trying to drown his ravishing cock in the overflowing cunt.
Sharon's hyper-sensitive cunny detected the orgasm building up in Wayne's cock. It was burgeoning like a new born plant. The come shot out like a sprout blossoming violently.
His cock spewed forth a copious flow of come. She felt the pulsating prick, its deep contractions forcing out the glutinous sperm. The heavy discharge caused her to experience another orgasm.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "I'm coming, I'm coming! No more, no more! I can't stop it! Ahhrrggrrr!" It was an anguished groan of pleasure. There was no need to describe the ecstatic bliss that groan conveyed. The sound implied the carnal approval.
Wayne continued to pump as his cock spasmed. He made a final plunge and collapsed against Sharon's body. A moan of spent pleasure passed his lips.
She kept her legs entwined over his back. Her arms closed over his back in an embrace. At this moment, he belonged to her. He was her little boy who had given her his penis. It was captured in her venereal cage. Soon, his prick would shrink. No more cock in her twat! But it belonged to her!
He finally withdrew his flaccid prick. It was only temporary. This was only their first real encounter! He would be back for more! While he acted as though he controlled her, Sharon knew that she owned him once they engaged in sexual combat. Her cunt and mouth were her weapons.
He stared down at his soft cock. "Suck me off!" he demanded.
She looked at her wristwatch. "You said you only had about a half an hour. If I worked on you now, you'll be late. What is it? Bed-check or curfew for the team? "
Wayne looked at his watch. "Yen! You're right! I don't have too much time!. Just suck my cock clean!" he ordered.
He straddled her face, his knees resting alongside her head. Sharon looked up at the shrunken piece of flesh. It reminded her of a little boy's prick. His cock was covered with the remains of his come and the residue from her cunt. He lowered his cock towards her mouth. Opening her mouth, she suctioned in the tumescent flesh.
Her compressed lips held his cock firmly while her tongue licked away the vestiges of their mutual come. She continued to lap on his soft shaft. There was no response for a while. It was too soon after the first orgasm for his prick to respond.
The cheeks of her mouth depressed as she sucked hard to effect a change. Gradually, Wayne's cock responded. The flesh began to expand but it was still soft.
"Okay, okay! That's enough!" he said. "I have to get back. We'll save this for some other time."
Reluctantly, she relinquished her oral hold on his dick. The evening didn't turn out badly.
She had enjoyed the contact of a youthful cock in her cunt. She reached for a cigarette and lit it while she watched him get dressed.
He was strong and muscular. He was arrogant and cruel. He was conceited. She could only expect rough treatment from him. His remarks to her were sarcastic. She felt he was always mocking her. Despite all this, Sharon knew she owned him with her sexual gifts. Wayne was a little boy to her.
"Jeez! It's late!" he swore. "I have to run!"
The opportunity to get back at him for all his sarcastic remarks and cruel treatment presented itself. The temptation was too much for Sharon.
She was still lying on the bed, naked. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, she said, "Good-night, sonny. I'd love to tuck you into bed but I'm a little indisposed. If you like, I'll call your house mother to do it for me."
He glared back at her. "Don't be such a fuck-en smart-assed bitch! I'm more man than you'll ever have."
Wayne slammed the door as he left. Sharon smiled. "You're still a kid."
Then she realized that she had to make a bed-check. Quickly, she dressed to make the round of her charges.