Her moans got louder. She could feel herself about to cum again. Right as he plunged deep inside of her releasing his juices, he bit down on her back right below her shoulder. At that moment, pain became pleasure and shivers went through her body. She came, mingling her liquids with his, her body quivering beneath his and her pussy pulsating around his hard cock. They laid there for a moment letting their bodies relax, him still inside her.
"You better get those papers signed," he whispered in her ear. The tone in his voice, made it apparent that he was smiling.
They both got up, and began to put on their clothes. She fumbled around the desk finding the permission form and a pen. Quickly she signed the paper, glancing up at him seeing his flirty grin. Her automatic reaction was to bite the edge of her lip with a slight grin in return.
"So, shall we have another conference soon?" His smile widened as he spoke.
"Most definitely," she answered right before she moved forward to taste his mouth and the skin on his neck again. Then she pulled away to leave.
She walked out of the classroom, their sex dripping down her leg and her skirt wet with their mingled liquids. When she reached the front door of the school, there was a short grey headed man there to greet her. By looking at his grey uniform it was obvious that he was the janitor that she heard earlier. As he opened the door to let her out, he didn't say a word, but the smirk on his face made it clear that he saw or heard. Though, at that moment she didn't care.
The End.
Millie Visits Her Brother
MILLE hadn't seen her brother for almost a year. They had both been born in Edinburgh, but when Millie turned six her parents moved to London. Richard wanted to stay behind as he had just started secondary school and was settled in. So while Millie moved down South with her parents, her big brother stayed up North with their aunt and uncle.
Six months ago Richard left Edinburgh and was now renting a flat in North London, and had invited Millie over the forthcoming Saturday.
***
It was 1pm on Saturday when Millie rang the doorbell to Richard's flat. The door swung open and Richard greeted her with a grin. As she stepped forward he enveloped her in a big hug.
'Missed ya, wee sis.' Richard still had the Scottish accent that Millie had lost from moving away so young. She loved it, somehow it was comforting and made her feel secure. She hugged him back, breathing him in deeply. She didn't need to say she'd missed him, it was clear.
After giving Millie a tour of his place Richard suggested they do a bit of shopping and then stop off for dinner somewhere. Millie concurred that that was an excellent idea.
***
At about 3pm they were wandering around the shopping centre. As they passed La Senza, Millie noticed Richard look in and then glance at her, or at least she thought. Neither of them said anything and carried on walking.
'Are ya ready to go sis?' Richard asked.
'Erm', Millie stopped walking and did a mental run through her list, she didn't think there was anything she'd missed. 'Yeah, I guess so. Why are you looking at me like that?'
Richard was giving her an insinuating smile. She noticed the way only the right side of his mouth tilted up and for the first time she really understood why so many girls fancied him. Suddenly realising she was staring, Millie broke the silence. 'Shall we go?'
'How about we make one more stop?' That sly smile again.
'Sure, where?' By way of response Richard flicked his head as if to say, behind you. Millie turned around, they were standing in front of Ann Summers. She looked back at him.
'In there?' She didn't even try to hide the shock in her voice.
'Yup', Richard replied confidently and strolled off. A few seconds passed before Millie moved to follow, Richard had already disappeared inside the shop.
Hesitantly Millie made her way passed matching lingerie sets, frilly nighties and feather bowers. She wasn't sheepish because she was an innocent lamb, but shopping for this kind of thing with her brother was a first. She found him at the back of the store amongst various vibrating, swirling, knobbly objects. There was a couple back there with a toddler in a pram. Hmm, Millie thought, not really the place to come with your kid, but then it wasn't the typical place to go with you big brother either. Then they were gone and Millie and Richard were alone.
Millie stood beside Richard without saying anything, she didn't know what to say. He systematically picked up, tested out and rejected each of the items on display until he got to the last one. Millie watched him pick up the anal beads. He put down the display and turned to Millie. Just at that moment a shop assistant rounded the corner.
'You alright there guys?' she chirped and gave a practiced smile. Millie suddenly felt like a child who'd been caught drawing on the wallpaper. She was convinced the girl would realise they were brother and sister.
'Aye, we're fine thanks darlin'.'
'Ok,' the shop assistant blushed, 'just let me know if you need anything.' Millie was used to that reaction, apparently she wasn't the only one who appreciated her brother's accent.
'I think I'll wait outside,' Millie said.
'Aye, ok wee sis,' Richard replied distractedly.
Five minutes later Richard appeared with a bag, Millie was more than a little curious but didn't dare ask what was in it.
***
After dinner Richard suggested they spend the night in and watch a film. Millie followed him with her eyes as he took down a DVD from his collection. What was that about earlier? she wondered. What did he buy?
Richard put the film into the player and turned off the light. What he did next surprised Millie. Without hesitation he undid his jeans and pulled them off. Her reaction surprised her even more. She was excited and couldn't deny it. She hadn't seen her brother in his boxers since he was a kid and his scrawny pale legs had certainly filled out. Sculpted thighs had replaced his skinny legs. But she didn't dare look at what she wanted to the most.
'Budge over sis, I wanna be comfy.' Millie scooted to the end of the sofa making room for him. Richard laid down and sprawled out, barely leaving room for her, resting his legs over hers. Tentatively she let her hand rest on his bare leg, just under his knee. She daren't go any higher.
'Don't you wanna relax a wee bit more? Come on sis, get comfy like me, I want ya t'feel at home here.'
'I'm fine,' Millie smiled and tried to seem relaxed. In actual fact she was wound as tight as a spring, what was happening?
'No yer're not. Look, come here,' Richard sat up and went to take off her t-shirt.
'Woah, what're you doing?' she feigned some protest.
'You'll enjoy the film more like this,' Richard continued unperturbed. He placed his hands on either side of Millie's waist and slid them up, her t-shirt rolled up as he did so. The first thing that struck Richard was how soft her skin was and any minor pangs of guilt he had disappeared instantly, and for good. Her warm body felt so good under his hands. He slid her top up over her head, revealing her. She certainly wasn't little any more.
Millie felt a bit embarrassed but more than anything, exhilarated. Her big brother was drinking her in with his eyes and she loved it. The surge of warmth she felt between her legs told her she was becoming moist.
'You got gorgeous tits, sis,' Richard said in a soft voice, 'you're not a wee girl any more, are ya.' Millie smiled her reply. 'Come and lay next to me', he said.
Millie laid down next to Richard, she let her arm fall across his chest and her breasts pushed up against his side. Richard slid his leg between Millie's so that his thigh rested between hers.
Realising there was no going back from this, that they would never again have a normal brother/sister relationship, Millie sunk her head into Richard's side and breathed deeply, closing her eyes. 'Hmm,' she sighed. Richard smiled. Millie thought back to when he'd opened the door for her earlier that day, she'd done the same thing then, let him envelop her completely, had she wanted this all along?
'Yer know, wee sis...' Millie looke
d up at him shyly, 'you could take off that skirt too.'
'OK.' Quickly, with ease and grace Millie slipped out of her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
'What's that say on ya panties, sis?'
'Je t'aime...'
'Let's have a closer look,' Richard leant down and slid one hand inside her small thong, lifting the fabric close to his face. Millie let out a gasp. The back of his hand brushed against her warm, silky mound.
When Richard felt how smooth and hot his little sister's pussy was his cock stiffened. It was rock hard now, he laid back so that Millie would see. Then he slid his arms around her, she leant into him and let him unhook her bra. The straps slid down and the bra began to fall. Millie felt vulnerable and sexy at the same time.
Richard dropped the bra onto the floor and looked at his little sis, her full breasts were tipped with gorgeously erect nipples. He lowered himself and took her left one into his mouth.
'Uhh,' Millie quietly moaned as she slid her hand behind his head and pushed him closer.
She nuzzled her face into his hair and gently pulled him away, lifting his face to hers, his mouth to hers. Gently pushing him back down she slid her hand down his chest and belly, feeling his tight abs. She ran her hand over his rock-hard cock, all the while exploring his mouth with her tongue. 'Take it out, wee sis'. Millie pulled down his boxers. She took his throbbing dick in her hand and slid his engorged, wet helmet into her mouth. Richard had never been with anyone who knew how to suck a cock like his little sister did. He wanted to cum immediately, but knew that if he did the pleasure would end. Instead he shuffled round a little and pushed two fingers inside Millie.
'Uhhh' came a muffled moan.
'Oh fuck, you're tight wee sis. And soaking'.
'Mmm' was all she could manage around his cock. She didn't want to stop.
As Richard finger fucked his sister he thought about how good it was going to feel to slide his cock into her. Millie took his whole cock into her mouth. As he came he could feel the head of his dick slapping against the back of her throat and knew his steaming cum was shooting down it. Next time he'd give her the chance to swallow.
Millie looked up at Richard, licked her lips and smiled.
The End.
The Tutor
Oblivious to the dazzling autumnal colors around him, Hank plodded through the outskirt woods following the hard-packed trail to the campus, worrying a mental thread. He was jazzed to play this afternoon against the Northern Heights Technical School Panthers. This would be his first time starting for Central Junior College and he was determined to make a good showing as point guard. But the weeks of drills had scrambled his brain. So much to keep front and center. He'd been trying to let it all go and allow his instincts to take over - that's what Coach Dawson kept dogging the team to do - but he had been wound up with nerves for days. Just as he closed his eyes to practice clearing the clutter, the sound of staccato heels approached from the left. It registered, but not before he slammed into someone rounding the steep limestone outcropping.
"Hey, watch out Hank," a familiar feminine voice barked.
He fought to keep his balance and keep the body he was suddenly entangled with from falling to the ground. "Sorry, Miss Harper," Hank said as he made sure she was steady on her tall shoes. From those, he couldn't help noticing the graceful curve of her stockinged calves rising into a pleasingly draped black skirt. As his eyes rose to meet hers, he took in the remainder of her outfit: a plunging, short-sleeved, white silk blouse, set off by shoulder-length chestnut hair. Not exactly hiking attire. He struggled to keep his eyes on hers. "I was completely lost in thought."
"That's okay, Hon. I didn't expect to run into anyone on this trail either. Thought I'd take a short cut home from the school. It's beautiful here." She looked him over. "You playing today?"
He looked down at his shiny basketball uniform and the splayed toes of his high-tops. Next to her, he felt oddly juvenile. Awkwardly, he pushed aside his long blond bangs. "Yeah. Big game today. I'm starting."
"Congratulations, Hank. That's wonderful."
Her wide smile warmed him, as always. He hadn't paid attention to Miss Harper's looks during his twice-weekly visits to her office for help with his math class. She was what, in her thirties? Just one of the "adults." Here in the secluded woods, however, finely dressed Miss Harper stood out like a glowing beacon, and Hank found himself quite aware of her sinuous form.
A cloud cooled her features. "I missed you this past week."
Hank dropped his gaze. He hated to disappoint. "My bad. The game." He shrugged sheepishly. "You know."
"Yes, I do know. The big game." A long sigh left her lips. "What about your big test this Friday? Isn't that more important?"
"Sure, but there's time. After today. Nothing but studying for the test. I promise."
She folded her arms and glared at him. "Damn it, Hank. Stop bullshitting me."
He stepped back, stunned. "Hey, what did I...?"
"That's exactly what you said before your last test. And you scored a D. 'Distracted by our big win,' you said. And here we are again."
"But..."
"Save your excuses." She crossed her arms. "Jesus, you're just like the other 'boys' on the teams. So full of yourselves and only focused on the moment. No thought of your future."
Hank had never heard Miss Harper swear, much less raise her voice. Man, she was pissed. And it stung. He didn't know what to say, but he tried to smooth things over. "Listen, I goofed up. I know. And I'm sorry. Tonight, I'll work twice as long on my..."
"On what, Hank? Do you even remember where we left off?"
"Of course I do. It was polynomials...no wait...that's done. It's the...shoot, what are they called again? The...the..."
"Enough!" Miss Harper looked around and eyed a tree stump behind the slouching young man. She stepped around him and sat. As she did so, she grabbed Hank's shorts by the wide hems and yanked them down.
"Hey! What the...?" He reached down to pull them up and lost his balance. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him over her lap. Other than the narrow diagonal strips of his supporter, his pale white cheeks were fully exposed for her intended handiwork.
Hank felt dizzy. What was happening? Suddenly he had a face full of weeds and a ferocious fire was spreading across his backside as his tutor spanked him like a bratty child. He tried to squirm free, but Miss Harper was surprisingly strong. Every time he reached back to protect himself, she swatted his hand away. More than the growing pain, he was overcome by the humiliation. What if someone came by and saw?
"You listen to me, young man," she said as she rained down the spanks. "If you want me to help you pass your tests, you damn well better shape up."
"I will, I will," he groaned. "I promise." He could not get a firm purchase on anything. His feet kept sliding on the slippery leaves and now she had one arm pinned against his back and the other trapped between his side and her stomach.
"I've had enough of words. I...want...action!"
"Yeowch! All right, all right. Tell me what you want and I'll do it."
"Right. More words." She spanked him even harder and a new embarrassment kicked in. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please stop, Miss Harper. I'm sorry. I'll do everything you ask."
She stopped. To her amusement, Hank was still kicking. "Everything?" She heard a sniffle and muffled cough, and was pleased.
"Yes, Ma'am."
Miss Harper helped Hank to his knees. "Okay, come here, Hon." She pulled him in and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. He wasn't crying outright, but she felt the wetness of his cheeks against her bosom. Progress.
Hank's kept his face pressed against Miss Harper, not wanting her to see his tear-stained cheeks. Her hand slid up and down his back and he found that comforting, warm. His mind cart-wheeled with too many thoughts and feelings to track. He let them all go and just let her soft words and touches console him.
"There, there, Hon. You'll be fine. I know you can do th
is."
As calm restored, Hank took notice of the fragrance on his tutor's skin. Something spicy. Then he realized that this skin, pressed against his nose, was her cleavage. His first impulse was to pull away, but she felt so good against him. He could hear her heartbeat. Rapid. Like his. He relaxed and kept his face there. His hands had been glued to her waist, holding fast, but he let one venture to her lap. The shape of her taught, muscular thighs under her skirt filled his mind all over again. New thoughts. Confusing thoughts.
"Well now, what have we here?" he heard her say.
He tried to pull away to see what she was looking at, but she held his head fast against her breasts. Suddenly he felt something brush the front of his jockstrap. Then again. It was her fingers. He realized then that his protective gear had become painfully restrictive. Oh God, he thought. He was hard as a rock.
"This must be terribly uncomfortable," she said. With her free hand she deftly slid down the jockstrap, a little at a time on each side. She felt his stiffness bump against her thigh. "Oh my," she barely whispered, "you can't play basketball with THAT. How embarrassing."
Hank slumped. She was right. He'd be a laughing stock.
Miss Harper buried her face in his blond mop of hair and kissed the top of his head. "Let me help you with that." She reached for her purse and, again, with one hand, opened the clasp, rooted around, and pulled out a silk handkerchief. She reached down and slid her skirt up to reveal her thighs, silky in vintage stockings. "This will make you feel all better."
Hank could only moan agreement as he felt her wrap the silk around the head of his penis. She moved it onto her thigh and began to gently pet it. He pulled back far enough to see her breasts rising and falling. He looked down and saw her red-nailed fingertips caressing him. Between her parted legs, he spied a triangle of black lace. He wanted to drop his head down and explore her most thoroughly, please her, but he didn't want to be free of her touch. Instead, he leaned in to her breast again and rested his head comfortably against her soft, pillowy blouse.
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