by Ray Gordon
'I will not tolerate bad behaviour,' he said sternly, running his fingertips over the rounded cheeks of her naked bottom. 'You' behaved like a common tart, Samantha. Exposing yourself like that. You did it deliberately, didn't you?'
'Sir, I was only sitting at my desk and—'
'Don't make the situation worse by lying, girl. Admit it. You exposed your crack deliberately.'
'Yes, sir.'
'Why?'
'Because... because I felt sexy, sir. I often feel sexy.'
'So you thought you'd pull your knickers to one side and show me your crack?'
'Yes, sir.'
'And what did you expect me to do?'
'I... I don't know.'
'I don't know, either. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do now, Samantha. By way of a punishment, I'm going to spank you.'
'Please, sir, I...'
'You only have yourself to blame, Samantha. Perhaps you'll think twice about behaving in such a despicable manner in future.'
His palm meeting her tensed buttocks with a loud slap, the teacher held Samantha down over the desk with his free hand as she squirmed and struggled. She'd never been spanked before, and found the degrading experience quite exhilarating. Her naked buttocks beginning to sting as loud slaps echoed around the classroom, she felt the nub of her sensitive clitoris swelling. This was a real turn-on, she thought, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the sides of the desk. Her body trembling, her breasts pressing hard against the desk, she gasped as the geography master spanked her burning bum cheeks unrelentingly.
'Have you pulled your knickers aside and shown your crack to anyone before?' he asked her, halting the spanking.
'No, never,' she replied, sobbing to add credence to her act.
'Are you sure? Tell me the truth, Samantha.'
'Yes, I have done it before,' she confessed. 'When I'm waiting for the bus, I sit on the seat in the shelter and do it.'
'And men see your crack?'
'Yes, yes - they do.'
'Why do you behave like that?'
'Because it excites me, sir. It makes me feel very sexy and—'
'And you go home and masturbate?'
'Yes, I do,' she admitted softly, her pretty face grinning beneath the gold curtain of her long hair. 'Most days when I get home from school, I go to my bedroom and masturbate.'
As he resumed the spanking, telling her she was a naughty girl, Samantha knew Mr Graham was obviously deriving immense sexual pleasure by administering the spanking, but what were his innermost thoughts? Given the opportunity, would he sink his purple knob deep into the tight sheath of her virgin cunt and fuck her as she was pinned down over the desk? Wondering what he was up to as he again halted the spanking, she let out a rush of breath as she felt the tip of his finger pressing softly against the ring of her anus.
'What are you doing, sir?' she asked.
'Have you ever touched your bottom-hole?' he breathed shakily, massaging the sensitive tissue surrounding her anal inlet.
'Never, sir,' she replied, telling the truth.
'Has anyone else ever touched you there?'
'No,' she replied, truthfully again. 'Sir, it's not right to—'
'It's not right to expose yourself the way you did, Samantha. In fact, it's wicked. For the way you've behaved I should, by rights, spank you until you're really, really sorry. However, I'm not a hard man. Let's turn this dreadful situation round to our mutual advantage.'
'What do you mean, sir?'
'You're obviously at the age where your teenage sex hormones are running wild. You expose yourself because it excites you. You sit in the bus shelter displaying your crack to strangers and then go home and masturbate. You're obviously very keen to learn, hungry for experience. That's where I can help you.'
'Help me, sir?' she echoed, jutting her crimsoned buttocks out as he continued to massage the sensitive tissue of her tightly closed anus. 'What do you mean, sir?'
'Seeing as it's the end of the day and everyone's gone home, we have the time and the opportunity to... I was thinking that I might help you to gain a little experience. Do you like me massaging you there?'
'Well, I... yes, I suppose I do.'
'Good, good. You see, teenage girls need to be led gently along the path to sexual experience. Fumbling teenage boys have no idea. Let's just say that I know what I'm doing, Samantha. Now, I want you to relax and enjoy the sensations.'
Closing her eyes as Mr Graham's finger slipped past her tightening anal sphincter muscles and drove deep into the sheath of her hot rectum, Samantha felt a quiver run through her contracting womb. No one had ever fingered her most secret hole, explored the hot depths of her tight rectum. Zak had never ventured into the gully dividing the pert globes of her buttocks, let alone suggested anal intercourse. Is that what he'd done with Angela? Samantha shivered at the thought, quivering as the geography master massaged the walls of her spasming rectum.
'I wonder what my father would say,' Samantha breathed, deciding to worry her teacher.
'Your father?' he echoed, his finger stilling within the tight duct of her bottom. 'You're not thinking of telling him about this, surely?'
'Well, I...'
'Samantha, you don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. You have behaved atrociously. By rights I should not only report your behaviour to the headmaster, but tell your parents about your dreadful... I thought you liked what I'm doing?'
'Yes, I do. But... it's wrong, isn't it?'
'We're alone, so no one's going to know about us. I'm teaching you, Samantha. You do want to be taught, don't you?'
'Yes, if that's all you're going to do. I mean, I don't mind what you're doing to me, but I don't want you to do anything else.'
'You mean this?' he asked, slipping a finger into the burning sheath of her vagina. 'Are you going to tell me you don't like that?'
'No, I... I don't mind that.'
Fingering her two sex holes, his penis obviously fully erect, the man was going to have to do something to appease his swollen knob. But what? Samantha wondered, her juices of lust streaming from the virginal canal of her pussy. Would he pull his cock out once she'd gone and wank himself to orgasm? Would he fuck her? Pondering on sucking the sperm out of his purple knob, she grinned as he slipped his fingers out of her tight sex sheaths and planted a kiss on the stinging cheek of one naked buttock. The feel of his wet tongue running up her anal valley sending incredible sensations of crude sex rippling throughout her body, she hoped he was going to tongue-fuck the sensitive inlet of her once-private hole...
'Sam,' Zak called from the hallway as Samantha opened her eyes and found herself sitting in the lounge. 'Oh, there you are,' he said, walking into the room. 'Where the hell did you get to last night?'
'Er... I...' she stammered, somewhat disorientated as she wondered why she'd returned to her own place. 'I had to work.'
'Are you all right?' Zak asked, brushing his long black hair back with his fingers.
'Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.'
'Angela called me and said you rang her,' he mentioned nonchalantly. 'She reckoned you thought I was at her place.'
'I was joking,' Samantha chuckled.
'What happened to you in the wine bar? You arrived late and then—'
'You remember that?' she asked.
'Of course I remember. Angela turned up just after you'd left. Why didn't you say you had to go? You were there one minute, and the next...'
'I'm sorry, Zak,' she sighed. 'I've not been feeling too good for a couple of days. That's why I've not gone into work.'
'Oh, right. Look, I can't stay. I have to meet a couple of the lads. It's just a little business I have to see to. I'll only be an hour or so.'
'Yes, yes, that's fine,' Samantha said, knowing only too well where the two-timing bastard was going.
'I'll see you later.'
As he left, Samantha not only wondered where her relationship was going, but where her life was heading. Wishing, as she
gazed around the room, that she'd never visited the mansion, she pondered again on her ability to travel through time. This was amazing, she knew. But it might also prove to be very dangerous. If she ventured back to her schooldays and, for some reason, was unable to return... Was it wise to go back and relive events? And did she really want to know what Zak got up to with her best friend?
Still not sure whether she'd been dreaming, she thought that she might have been having premonitions while sleeping. In her sleep, she might have seen Angela sucking Zak's cock. A sixth sense? she mused. No. Zak had remembered her visiting the wine bar. And she'd been locked in the mansion basement at the time. Again wondering why she'd left the classroom and returned to the lounge, she thought that perhaps Zak calling her from the hall might have been the reason for her untimely return. Was it some kind of fail-safe thing? In times of trouble or danger she'd automatically return to the present and—
The phone rang. 'Hello,' she said, answering it.
'Hi, Sam, it's Angela.'
'Oh, hi. How are you?'
'I'm OK. I was thinking about what you said earlier.'
'Oh?'
'What made you say I was sucking Zak off?'
'I told you, it was a joke.'
'Yes, but... what made you think of even joking about such a thing?'
'When we were in the wine bar and Zak was saying how much you liked it up your bum...'
'What?' the girl breathed, obviously shocked. 'But you weren't there.'
'Angela, I was standing next to you. Zak was talking to you, saying how much you liked it up your bum. And you said that you didn't want the world to know. Don't you remember?'
'No, I... I don't. Zak wouldn't say anything like that.'
'I think you must be losing your memory, Angela.'
'Er, yes... I think I must be. Oh, there's someone at the door. I'll... I'll talk to you later.'
Grinning as she replaced the receiver, Samantha knew she'd confused the other girl. Although it was sad to think that Zak was screwing her best friend, the discovery of her boyfriend's infidelity had made Samantha realize that she wasn't bothered about her relationship. She'd known Zak since they were at school and they had progressed from being friends to becoming lovers. Having never played the field, Samantha had become stuck with Zak. There were more important things in life than him, she concluded. Were there more important things than sex?
Again pondering on her increasing fascination with sex, she thought about her geography master. It was a shame that she'd been whisked away just when things were becoming interesting. Her visit back in time to the vicar's office had been interesting, she mused. Eager to time travel again, she thought about money. If she visited a bank... Horrified as she realized that she was thinking about stealing money, she knew she was going to have to control herself, her new-found power. Having sex was one thing, but to steal money?
Pushing such thoughts out of her mind, she realized how many times and places she could return to. Schooldays, parties, friends... There were dozens of incidents she'd like to relive, not least the school camping holiday. She'd shared a tent with Jane, a girl who was not only extremely attractive, but incredibly sexual for her tender years. Samantha tried not to recall how old she'd been when the girl had run her hands over her half-naked body. Two schoolgirls in the privacy of a tent, their young bodies... Samantha had feigned sleep, halting what could have been a most rewarding experience. Wondering whether to return to that fateful night, she knew that she could change the course of events and enjoy the most intimate sexual relationship with Jane. Did she want to tongue another girl's vagina?
Chapter 3
'Sammy, baby,' Dave said as Samantha answered the phone. 'How are you?'
'Feeling a little better,' she replied. 'Sorry I couldn't come in today.'
'No probs. So, what happened at the haunted mansion?'
'Well, I... I couldn't find any hidden speakers or anything. But I... I did see a ghost.'
'A ghost?' he laughed. 'It wasn't a naked girl with firm titties and—'
'Dave, I'm serious. Gerry Andrews might be an eccentric, but his mansion is haunted. Look, I'll tell you about it in the morning. I should be all right by tomorrow.'
'OK, babe. You rest today and get here nice and early tomorrow and tell me a ghost story.'
'I will. And thanks, Dave.'
Wondering why Dave hadn't flown off the handle over her failure at the mansion, Samantha hoped he'd forget about exposing Gerry Andrews as a charlatan. Turning her thoughts to her new talent, she wondered about moving forward in time. To take a peek into the future would be fascinating, she mused, sitting on the sofa and closing her eyes. Knowing what was going to happen, she could be the first on the scene as news stories broke. With her knowledge of the future, she might even get a job on a national paper. Trying to picture herself about ten years older, she realized she might discover something that she'd be better off not knowing.
Her thoughts again turning to the time she'd been on a school camping trip and had had the opportunity to experience lesbian sex, she wondered whether to return to that fateful night. Her friend, Jane, had been a little older than her, and vastly more experienced. Recalling the girl's fingers stroking her sensitive nipples, she remembered the wondrous quivers of pleasure coursing through her body. When the girl had tried to slide her hand into her panties, Samantha thought how wrong it was and crossed her legs. She'd often wondered what it would have been like to feel another girl's hand stroking her vaginal lips and masturbating her clitoris to orgasm. It wasn't so much that she'd longed to indulge in lesbian games, but she still wished she'd taken the opportunity to experience mutual masturbation with another girl...
Lying on her back, Samantha looked up at the moonlight shining on the green canvas tent as Jane's hand slipped beneath her T-shirt and worked its way up to her young breasts. She remembered this well - the arousing sensations, the girl's fingers nearing the sensitive teats of her barely developed breasts. But she also remembered the guilt, her incredible embarrassment and shyness. In her tender years she hadn't thought of her friend's caresses as experimenting with sex, learning, discovering. She'd been riddled with thoughts of wrongdoing, naughtiness. But things were different now.
Breathing heavily, Samantha lay still and pretended to be sleeping as Jane's fingers reached her painfully erect nipples. Her stomach rising and falling, she felt her juices of arousal seeping between the swelling lips of her vagina and wetting her panties as her friend squeezed and pulled on her milk teats. Jane's hand exploring her petite mammary spheres sent wondrous sensations through her pelvis and Samantha waited expectantly for her friend to explore the virgin crack of her sex-wet pussy. To feel the girl's fingers there, massaging, teasing, would be an amazing experience, she knew.
As Jane's hand left her breasts and ran down over the smooth plateau of her stomach, Samantha recalled turning over and crossing her legs at that point, halting the lesbian proceedings. But this time, feigning sleep, she lay on her back and parted her thighs to allow her lover access to her virgin flesh. Jane's fingertips moved over her lower stomach slowly, teasing her firm flesh, tantalizing her before tentatively slipping beneath the elastic of her panties to the sparse blonde pubes sprouting from the mound of her mons. Samantha waited in anticipation as the girl's finger slipped into the top of her moist sex valley, locating the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris.
Samantha's new talent was amazing, she reflected. To be able to go back in time and experience the delights of those early days of sexual discovery was like a dream come true. She mused on the paradox of an adult mind in a virgin body, her clitoris responding beneath Jane's inquisitive fingertip. The possibilities were endless, the fun she could have was limitless. The vicar, her geography teacher... But there was one time in her past, one horrendous experience she'd never want to relive. Trying to push thoughts of the horrifying event out of her mind, she breathed deeply as her lesbian friend attended her solid pleasure bud.
Travelling further down the wet divide of her swollen vaginal lips, Jane's inquisitive finger rounded the firm curve of Samantha's pubic bone and ventured into the hot sheath of her virgin pussy. This was the first time that her body had been invaded in this way, the first time she'd felt the nerve endings of her inner vaginal flesh stirring. The other girl's finger slipping further into the hot sheath of her pussy, Samantha could feel the petals of her inner lips opening, gripping her friend's intruding finger. Her clitoris sending beautiful sensations of lesbian sex through her contracting womb, Samantha trembled uncontrollably as she continued to feign sleep.
With no embarrassment or inhibitions, she felt that she could let herself go. Nothing mattered, she mused, relaxing completely. Jane wouldn't recall the lesbian fingering. There was nothing to worry about. Parting her thighs further as her love juices flowed and her clitoris pulsated, she breathed in the scent of Jane's long black hair as the girl leaned over and kissed her cheek. Slipping a second finger into Samantha's tightening vagina, Jane expertly massaged her inner flesh, inducing her girl-milk to flow in torrents from the tight sheath of her vulval duct.
'Is that nice?' Jane asked, her fingers stirring the hot juices bubbling within Samantha's sex sheath.
'Yes,' Samantha murmured, the girl's hot breath playing on her stomach as she kissed and licked the indent of her navel.
'Do you want me to lick your cunt?' Jane asked huskily.
'I... I think so,' Samantha breathed, never having heard the word used before at her age.
'I want to tongue your cunt, Sam. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'
'Yes,' Samantha replied shakily, her body becoming rigid.
Tugging Samantha's panties down, Jane snaked her wet tongue around the top of her camping companion's sex crack, sending incredible tremors of pleasure coursing through Samantha's quivering body. Her fingers leaving Samantha's vagina, her tongue licking the drenched entrance to the girl's tightening pussy, Jane mouthed and gobbled on the intricate inner folds of Samantha's once-sacrosanct vulval slit. Her tongue entering Samantha's vaginal duct, she licked deep inside her virgin pussy, waking the sleeping nerve endings and sending ripples of pure sexual bliss throughout her friend's body.