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Jane's Story
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
Jane is a teacher who is married and lover her job. Then
the school gives her two teacher interns, Brad and Josh,
and her life changes forever. The young men make a
bet... who can get into the sexiest teacher's pants
first and Jane quickly finds out just how naive she is.
(MF, nc, oral, mc)
***
Author's Note: Please email me your comments or
suggestions, as I appreciate hearing from readers who
take the time to give feedback. This story is written
for a special reader who has given me the inspiration to
write about her life, or fantasy.
***
Jane Brooke Smithers was, for all intensive purposes, a
happily married woman. She was born and raised in
Seattle and now taught school there, as a grade 3
teacher. At 5'7" with a very athletic body, she was
considered gorgeous and the sexiest teacher in the
school. Jane had brown eyes and light brown hair that
got lighter during the summer. She had a small nose,
perky ears that stood out a little and slightly pouty
lips, which drove men crazy because they made her appear
wanton and very sensual.
Even the young students realized Jane was well built,
with luscious boobs and nipples that seemed to get hard
for no reason at all. In fact, some of the boys used the
protruding buds as their topic of adolescent kidding on
many occasions.
Jane had been married for 10 years. There were three
good ones, five so-so ones and two lousy ones. She never
considered having an affair, but that didn't stop her
from participating in the normal workplace, sexual
banter. Being a very attractive woman with a sexy body
that made men stare was something she endured all of her
life. Whenever she caught a man ogling her, she would
blush or try to evade any intimate personal contact.
Women were jealous of Jane's sexy body and that was
probably the reason that none of them befriended her at
work. The men on the other hand all wanted to be her
friend, even on an intimate basis if possible. Jane was
fairly close to a couple of the male teachers and one in
particular who was going through a nasty marriage
breakup. On numerous occasions she found herself
listening and trying to be supportive for him, as it
seemed the man was suffering a lot of mental stress.
Life in the small school was anything but eventful, as
everything seemed routine at first glance. There were
four university students spending a semester at the
school on an apprentice basis. They were studying to
become teachers and the training at a real grade school
was extremely beneficial to their education. Two of the
students were girls and two were boys. The usual
practice had them spending one full semester of their
final year on a practicum, actually assisting or
teaching classes. All four spent time in Jane's classes
from time to time, but it was the two boys who seemed to
affect her in a manner that was a little extraordinary.
Brad and Josh were best friends and lucky to spend their
apprenticeship at the same school. They lived together
so things were a lot easier, as they could travel to and
from work using one vehicle. Jane liked both young men
because they had very positive attitudes and seemed to
love the idea of becoming teachers. Both were friendly
and often teased and joked around with her, which was a
refreshing change from the school's daily routine.
Jane had no suspicion that she was the prize for a
serious bet. Brad and Josh were both smitten by Jane's
allure and shear innocence and they made a wager quite
by chance. Josh jokingly suggested that the first one to
date the sexy teacher would win an all-expense paid
night out on the town. Brad's response was immediate and
he raised the stakes considerably. He countered his
buddy's bet with an even bigger wager. The first one to
get into Jane's pants would not only win the sexy woman,
but also the loser had to be a manservant around the
apartment for an entire week.
Josh clarified the wager by insisting that the winner
had to actually have sex with Jane. Like most young men,
they shook hands on it and each vowed to use every means
possible to seduce the sexy teacher, which included
deceit, trickery or any devious measures. The contest
was made early in the school semester so it was before
either young man got to know Jane very well. As the
school term progressed, both Josh and Brad tried to put
the moves on the adorable teacher whenever possible. The
three spent almost every lunch period together and Jane
soon got to know both young men on a fairly intimate
basis.
Brad and Josh were both very friendly with Jane, but it
was Brad who first seized an opportunity. He approached
the ravishing woman during an afternoon class and begged
her for a ride home after work. Brad told her that he
and Josh normally went home together, as they lived
together, but he stated Josh had an important
appointment downtown that afternoon and needed their
car.
It was a little uncomfortable at first with a strange
man in the car, as she always drove home alone. Brad
used his youthful enthusiasm and friendly demeanor to
put Jane at ease. Soon they chatted back and forth about
the school and in particular some of the kids. Once Jane
started talking about her students, she was totally at
ease and more than willing to chat with Brad. A
friendship evolved with her young trainee and Jane
welcomed Brad's readily offered praise about her
teaching abilities.
The young man kidded his buddy about the way he managed
to catch some valuable alone time with the sexy teacher.
Josh even called him a dirty scoundrel, yet it didn't
deter Brad, as he focused on learning more about Jane.
Later in the week, Brad pulled the same stunt again.
About half way home, he asked Jane to stop at a mini-
mall, as he had dry-cleaning to pickup. When Brad
offered to buy her a treat for being so helpful, she
accepted.
Having a young man who seemed to dote over her was
something Jane wasn't used to. Then Josh's smiling face
came to mind and Jane realized that there were two men
being overly friendly and showing her much needed
admiration. With her marriage sort of on rocky ground,
it was nice to have Brad and Josh around her, as they
built her self-confidence with constant compliments.
Jane sat down with Brad in a coffee shop and they had a
nice quiet chitchat. She wasn't big on drinking caffeine
in the late afternoon, but relented just to make the
young man happy. First the talk about school and classes
removed her barriers and then Brad cleverly switched
topics. He told her that his longtime girlfriend who he
dated since the first year of college had just broken up
with him. When a tear ran out the corner of his eye,
Brad's deception totally captivated his teacher.
Jane actually grabbed his hand, which was conveniently
left in the middle of the table, and she comforted the
heartbroken young man. "It's okay. You'll get over it.
You're a handsome young man and there will be another
woman... many other women," she whispered. "I'm sure
it's for the best."
Brad played the sympathy card with an academy
performance. He stared across the table with puppy-dog
eyes and squeezed Jane's warm, comforting hand,
pretending her compassion put a faint smile on his sad
face. "I appreciate someone who is so loving and
affectionate... like you. You're always so happy and
positive," he whispered. "I know that if I ever had a
woman like you, it would be the happiest day of my
life."
Her heart fluttered and if they had been alone, Jane was
sure that she would have embraced the young man. Not
because of any sexual attraction, but because she felt
sorry for him. "I know how it is when someone hurts you.
I... well my marriage isn't that great these days," she
said. Then she sort of paused for a few moments because
she wasn't sure why she blurted out such a personal
detail.
Jane knew it was unwise to tell Brad that her
relationship was in the doldrums the past two years. She
never saw his ears perk-up and his racing heart was
totally unnoticeable because Brad was closing in on the
seductive prey. "It really means a lot to me that you
are so open... so honest with me. I've had this hurt for
days and thought I was the only one in the world going
through a breakup."
Jane quickly corrected him, but the damage had already
been done. "Oh no, I'm not breaking up with my husband.
We're just... well, going through a difficult time," she
stuttered. "I'm still in love with my husband." As soon
as she said it, Jane wondered if it was true.
Brad seized the opportunity, realizing it might be his
last. He consoled Jane and hoped his sudden eagerness
didn't scare her. They chatted for a while longer about
her husband and parents and Brad acted like he was a
devoted family man. When Jane told the young man about
her husband going to a big Solar Convention in Las Vegas
in a couple of weeks, she never realize the revelation
might come back to haunt her.
Then Jane told the young man that the real problem in
her marriage was the result of her wanting to have a
baby. She desperately wanted to start a family, as they
weren't getting any younger, and her husband's
priorities were still on his career. Her disclosures
were a godsend and Brad realized the beautiful teacher
was ripe for the picking.
Brad watched her face light up every time he gave her a
flattering remark and he was positive Jane never
suspected he was trying to seduce her. "I know you have
to get home," Brad said. "But I have something that I
want you to have. Something that means a lot to me, but
I want you to have," he whispered. "It's in my
apartment... so just give me a second when you drive me
home. I'll run up and get it."
Jane was late and didn't really want to delay getting
home. She felt sorry for the young man, as he appeared
devastated by the loss of his girlfriend. "Yes, I am
very late. I guess if I'm a little later, it won't
hurt."
They left the coffee shop and went directly to Brad's
apartment. "I'll just be a second. You can wait at the
entrance." She followed Brad into his building and stood
at the door while he rushed into the apartment. When he
returned, there was a gold necklace dangling from his
hand, which he held up for her. "This was given to my
mother by my father who passed away when I was ten. I
want you to have it."
Then the most enchanting thing happened. Brad held the
necklace and with one hand sort of turned her around. He
stood behind her and proceeded to put the chain around
her neck. Just as he locked the clasp, Brad bent over
and kissed her neck right where the clasp rested. He
kissed the back of her neck and then each side, as her
feet remained riveted to the spot.
Brad leaned forward and put his lips next to her ear.
"I'll be here for you. If you need a shoulder, or
someone to talk to, I'll be here," he whispered. "You
mean a lot to me and I'll do anything in the world to
make you happy."
Jane truly appreciated Brad's passionate response, but
it would never do for a married woman to be romantically
involved with someone from work, especially someone who
was about ten years her junior. She wondered what would
happen if they were alone in a totally secluded spot.
Jane imagined being in the young man's strong arms and
him hugging her. Then she shuddered when images of them
being intimate and her actually allowing Brad to kiss
her on the lips.
She fully intended on thanking him, as it was one of the
nicest things anyone had done to her, but instead she
rushed out of the building. She ran to her car and
didn't slowdown until she was seated behind the wheel.
Brad's loving touch and his amorous embrace put
goosebumps all over her body. She drove and couldn't
forget the feeling of the young man's lips on her neck
or his loving words.
The drive home from Brad's was lonely and she welcomed
the solitude. Jane thought about her husband and some of
the problems they were having the past couple of years.
They had gotten married young, in fact right out of high
school, and after years of marriage it seemed they might
not have known each other all that well. Although they
had agreed to pursue careers, she was now ready for a
family.
Suddenly the newly developing friendship with the bright
young man gave her the determination to improve her own
marriage. Jane vowed to put forth a concerted effort to
get along better with her husband. The one very
concerning aspect was the fact that the only time she
was radiant and happy was when she was at school. She
loved all of her students, even the bad ones. She also
craved the friendships with all of the other teachers,
including the four new trainees.
***
Josh was full of youthful self-assurance and getting
rejected never entered his mind. From the first moment
he saw Jane, he realized there was something different
about the woman. It was true that he found the bet with
Brad very tempting, but in the end his male urges had
already won out. Every time he looked at Jane he felt
something quiver in the pit of his stomach, which in
reality caused his male urges to come alive. Josh looked
forward to each day at noon hour when he normally met
Jane in the teacher's lunchroom. He felt extremely
comfortable being around Jane and he sensed that she
welcomed his friendly company.
One afternoon after the bet, Brad did him the biggest
favor. He mentioned how Jane drove him home and during
their relaxed conversation it came up that she was
experiencing some marital problems. Josh wasn't
surprised and he correctly assumed Jane's timid lack of
confidence stemmed from her husband's mean behavior. He
couldn't understand how a man married to such a gorgeous
woman wouldn't shower her with love and devotion.
Josh found it funny that a beautiful and adorable woman
wouldn't know how desirable she was to the opposite sex.
He took the time to study Jane and decided to hold
nothing back when he put the moves on her. The way her
face lit up and she seemed to relish any attention given
her made Josh realize how much a woman appreciated being
loved and praised. It made him chuckle to discover that
certain sayings were absolutely true. The way to a man's
heart was through his eyes, but for a woman it was
through her ears.
One time during class preparation when there was just
the two of them in the room, Josh purposely rubbed
against Jane. That alone wasn't too daring, but it was
the fact he sported a raging hard-on at the time that
encouraged his bold actions. Josh wasn't positive, yet
he assumed Jane didn't move away when he brushed against
her because she wanted it as badly as he did. His
confidence grew by the minute, thinking that such a sexy
white woman wanted to experience something sinful and
absolutely naughty.
Josh strongly believed that his being black gave him the
upper hand over Brad and he planned taking full
advantage of his unique heritage. Since Jane never
displayed any outward rejection for his brazen move,
Josh touched or rubbed against her whenever he had a
chance. His desire and passion for the alluring teacher
eventually turned into an obsession, which caused him to
throw caution to the wind.
The noon hour meetings served as the foundation for a
growing relationship and even Brad sensed his best
friend was gaining the upper hand. He noticed how the
two seemed overly comfortable around each other and when
they were together, no one else in the room seemed to
matter. Josh developed a sense of urgency after Brad's
daring ride home with Jane so he realized that holding
back wasn't a good option.
One afternoon Jane received the biggest shock of her
life. She asked Josh who was assisting in her class for
the week if he would help her construct a special
reading program. The students were working hard on an
assignment while the two teachers worked on a specific
demonstration at the back of the classroom. Jane had
brushed off all of the bold young man's, juvenile
harassment and she actually pretended Josh's actions
were merely inadvertent groping. She did feel a little
guilty for not rejecting Josh's unwanted touching, but
in reality she feared missing something that might
happen once in a lifetime.
Up until that afternoon, Jane believed Josh was simply
being immature and that she was under no danger of being
seduced. She did however find the thought extremely
enthralling that a handsome black man found her
attractive. Jane never dreamed that being out of the
dating scene for so many years might leave her naïve and
unaware.
When Josh touched her that afternoon with what appeared
to be a growing hard-on, Jane decided that his unwanted
molesting had to stop. She swiftly turned and faced him
with the sternest expression on her worried face. Jane
opened her mouth to scold the young man and then his
deep, brown eyes burned a hole through her spirit. There
was a smile on his handsome face and suddenly she lost
all of her courage. Josh was different and she wasn't
certain why her inner being seemed to quiver every time
she was with the young man.
Jane wasn't sure how long she stood staring into the
dark, paralyzing eyes, but it felt like an eternity.
Without warning, the class resumed and she had to go
attend to her students. The rest of the afternoon was a
complete daze, as Jane didn't know where she was or what
she was doing. She tried to reason why she let things
progress to the point where the young men felt sure
enough of himself to display his sexual desire. What
Jane did do was vow to not let it happen again and she
did blame herself for not controlling matters.
***
Two days later, one of the most memorable experiences of
Josh's life happened by accident. He went with Jane to
get some supplies from one of the many storerooms at the
school. They were in the secluded room with the door
closed when Jane reached up to get something off a high
shelf. This beautiful, sexy woman reached up, standing
on her tiptoes, and she was too much for Josh to resist.
He stood behind Jane with his fiery eyes glued on the
back of her head. He reached forward, putting his big
hands on top of hers, and pinned her hands firmly on the
high shelf. Josh's lips brushed her ear and his burning
breath washed across her flushed cheek, which seemed to
be red-hot. "Don't move. I've wanted to touch you...
feel you ever since the first time we met."
The only thing she was able to do was let out long,
desperate gasps. Her regret was twofold. Jane knew if
she didn't stop things immediately, she would live to
regret it. She also knew it was wrong to standstill, yet
by stopping Josh she would regret missing a once in a
lifetime experience. The young man's hot breath
continued washing across her blushing cheek and it
paralyzed every muscle in her body.
When Josh moved his right hand, Jane remained motionless
with her hands permanently glued to the shelf. He
carefully pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her
skirt and left her panting for more air. Jane would
never believe that she sucked in her tummy allowing Josh
to easily pull up her blouse. Then he let go with his
other hand and now she was totally free to escape. Her
brain screamed, 'run, run and get away, you fool!'
Her legs remained stiff and her toes were nailed to the
floor. The standing position with her arms outstretched
allowed the young man to easily slip his hand under her
misaligned bra. Abruptly her right breast was in his
hand and being caressed in a rough, desperate fashion.
Her enlarged nipple was between Josh's fingers and he
rolled it around like a marble in oil. "Your tits... I
mean breasts are gorgeous, sexy... so luscious."
It had been years since she had felt such lust. They
seldom had sex anymore, as her husband seemed
disinterested and too busy with his growing business.
Suddenly her left breast was fondled and Josh's fingers
instantly surround the hardened nipple. Josh sort of
cupped both boobs in his big palms and used his strong
fingers to caress and squeeze the erect nipples. She
couldn't remember the last time her body yearned for
something or when she felt such a burning desire.
Jane realized that it was imperative to move real soon
or the young man would have her undressed. Knowing it
might be the biggest disappointment of her life, Jane
yanked her hands off of the bookshelf. She turned around
quickly and at the same time straightened her clothing.
"I'm so sorry. I should never have let this happen," she
whispered, with a stern tone to her quivering voice.
"Please, we must stop."
The 18th day of September would forever be engrained in
her memory. "Give me your hand," Josh whispered. He
simply grabbed her dainty hand, acting like it was the
most compassionate and caring thing he had ever done.
Jane expected the young man to apologize and then leave,
but to her profound amazement that never happened. Josh
stared at her and his dark, mesmerizing eyes turned her
stomach to quicksand.
In one swift and shrewd move, Josh shoved her hand into
his pants. One second Jane expected an end to the sudden
affair and the next second her hand rested directly on
top of something long, hard and pulsing. She was
positive her legs collapsed involuntarily, as the next
thing she was aware of was being in the arms of an
overpowering young man. Her hand twisted slightly, which
enabled her fingers to wrap around the throbbing penis,
and every heartbeat radiated straight up her arm.
His voice was soft and tender. "I'm going to make love
to you," Josh whispered, kissing the side of her face.
"You're so beautiful inside... and outside and I want to
be your lover."
Her heart beat so fast and furious and Jane wasn't sure
what to do. Josh thrust his hips forward, which pressed
her hand and his hardness into her shivering midsection.
For some reason her head rolled backwards and she saw
his face at the last moment. Her mouth opened to take a
breath and then she was kissed. Jane stopped breathing,
but her heart raced. She felt her temperature rising and
suddenly her head started ringing so loud that it made
her temples pound madly.
In her hand was the first stranger's cock she had
touched since getting married and Jane marveled at how
large it seemed compared to her husband's. How often had
she dreamed of seeing... of touching a big cock like
those in porno movies that she had reluctantly watched
with her husband over the years? She was like most women
who didn't think much about the size of a man's unit;
yet there was something about Josh being black that
added a profound, philosophical aspect to the secret
storeroom affair.
Jane wasn't aware of how she wound up against the wall.
She knew it wasn't her feet that moved, as her entire
body was petrified by the sudden incidence. All of a
sudden her skirt was up around her waist the there was a
stranger's hand inside her panties. Josh deftly thrust
his forefinger under the edge of her cotton garment and
in a split second his hand covered her precious mound.
Jane jerked her head sideways and broke the kiss. She
desperately gasped for air and tried to come to her
senses in a hurry. "Dear gawd, we can't. We have to stop
this instant," she said. "Gawd, what's come over me?"
Josh was thankful for the brief encounter with the one
woman he adored. "Yes, we have to stop... someone might
come along and catch us," he said, but he hesitated.
It took a few seconds before she could breathe normal
again. "Oh gawd, what have I done?" she wondered out
loud. "I'm so sorry... it's my fault." Jane quickly
straightened her blouse and skirt and brushed them a few
times to take out some of the obvious wrinkles.
Without warning, Josh put his finger under her chin and
raised her head so he could look her in the eyes. "You
must do one thing for me."
Jane stared back into his dark, mystifying eyes. Her
first instinct was to run from the room, but something
in his eyes prevented her fleeing. She merely looked at
the young man, as if pleading for him to ask that
special favor.
Josh waited until Jane appeared ready. "You are the
sexiest woman alive and I dearly want to make love to
you." Then he decided to take a big chance. "Shave for
me. Make a fresh start and shave... be shaved when we
make love."
Jane listened, but she was too astounded to say anything
right away. His request was probably the stupidest thing
she had ever heard; yet a tremor shot up her entire
body. Jane visualized a razor being handed to her and
then she obediently fulfilled the young man's dream. She
almost blurted out a response she might have regretted
the rest of her life. Instead she took the sane path of
a mature, married woman. "Please Josh, this is wrong.
People are probably already suspicious because we've
been in here so long," she whispered. "We must get back
to the classroom."
Each looked at their watch. There was still a little
less than ten minutes before the next class, which was
barely enough time to get prepared for her students.
Jane exited the room in a hurry and went straight to the
ladies room in an effort to regain her senses.
***
Brad suspected his buddy had gained valuable headway, as
Josh appeared to be in Jane's good books. The two were
often together between classes and suddenly Josh wasn't
bragging about his accomplishments like he used to with
every contest the two had in the past. Brad was at the
far end of the hallway when Jane came out of the storage
room the other day and he noticed her flushed and
misused appearance. Then Josh exited the room shortly
after Jane and Brad was positive his buddy had at least
copped a feel of the sexy teacher.
Brad's suspicions were confirmed the next weekend when
the two spent a Saturday night barhopping. The two
buddies consumed more than enough alcohol by midnight
and even continued drinking after they got home. Each
beer loosened Josh's tongue and built his ego. The two
buddies razed each other back and forth and eventually
Brad brought up his favorite topic. "How's it going with
Jane?"
"Good! She's a nice lady and I respect her a lot."
"Yeah, yeah, but how did it go in the storeroom? I saw
you coming out with the biggest grin on your face."
"We just talked... nothing else!"
"I call bullshit, bro."
The beers were going down easy and both men felt no
pain. Josh squirmed in his chair unable to come to grips
with his dilemma. He would do anything in the world for
his best buddy, but suddenly he had nagging doubts. He
hated the thought of squealing on Jane and didn't want
to kiss and tell. His drunken state seemed to give Josh
enough courage to express his reluctance to continue
their boyish contest. "Hey, bro, I've gotten to know
Jane and well... I've changed my mind."
Brad was dumbfounded. He suspected his buddy liked the
teacher, but never realized how much. "Call it off if
you want. Go ahead, man, but I'm still going to bang
her."
"Hell, she's a nice lady. Let's leave her be."
"She's a poor married woman who feels sorry for herself.
Hell, she probably hasn't been properly fucked in
weeks... in months."
"It wouldn't be right if we jeopardized her marriage, or
career."
"She needs a royal screwing and I plan on giving it to
her. When I wave my prick at her, she'll get on her
hands and knees and wave that delicious ass at me."
"Geez, I think we should leave her alone."
"So what do those luscious tits feel like? I know you
copped a feel; you lucky bastard."
Josh was too tipsy to know better. "Wow, they're the
best... so soft, yet firm and those bloody nip..."
Brad noticed his buddy catch himself, but the damage had
already been done. "Christ man, you're the luckiest
bastard. What about that pussy? Don't tell me you felt
that too."
The beers had loosened Josh's tongue and it wagged a
tale of lost desire. "Oh bro, I've never met a woman
like her. I fucking near blew my load."
Brad observed the telltale signs and knew Josh had
succeeded in fondling the seductive teacher. "So tell
me. Did she feel your rod? I bet that put a big smile on
her face."
By the end of the night, Brad knew enough about the
secret encounter. He was a little surprised at Josh's
ability to seduce the sexy teacher, but the information
was just what he needed. The night ended with the two
reconfirming their childish bet, although Josh was very
hesitant. Even in his drunken condition, Josh questioned
his fortitude of actually going all the way with Jane.
He was slightly consoled by believing that neither of
them would be able to seduce the innocent teacher.
***
The next day of school, it was Brad who acted. It was
his turn in the classroom with Jane and he planned a
manipulative blackmail, which he knew would turn the
sexy teacher into his obedient puppet. He waited until a
class ended to get Jane alone and then he pounced. "I
know I'm being a big bother, but can I catch another
ride home tonight?"
Jane had made up her mind to stop acting improperly with
both young men so she responded right away. "Gee, I'm
sorry, but I have something planned that I really can't
get out of."
"Really?"
The look on the young man's face turned her stomach to
jelly. "Yea... Yeaaass."
"Well you might want to reconsider, as I have something
very important that I want to talk to you about."
"I made this appointment a long time ago." She didn't
like lying, but it seemed the only way out of a
situation that was growing into a dilemma.
Brad stared into her eyes and noticed her resolve
starting to diminish. "You see... I know about the
storeroom. I don't think you want the principal or hubby
to find out, do you?"
"Nothing happened. There's nothing... nothing that you
can use." Jane looked at the young man and the confident
grin on his face quickly robbed her last bit of
willpower. "Please, nothing really happened."
"I'll meet you at your car after work," Brad whispered.
Then he quickly turned and left her standing at her desk
with a confused expression written on her worried face.
The rest of the day was a blur, as she didn't know what
Brad was after. He sounded serious and Jane couldn't
believe the man had suddenly changed. Brad had always
seemed warm and caring, but all of a sudden he appeared
cunning and more devious than anyone she knew. At
quitting time, she went to the parking lot, praying for
a salvation that she knew would never come.
When Jane neared her car, the sight of Brad standing
beside it sent shivers down her spine. She decided to
put on a brave face and tried hard to remain calm, as
she got into the car. Hesitantly she unlocked the
passenger door and the young man slowly got into the
car. He merely looked at her and didn't say a word.
Nothing was said for the first minute or two. Jane drove
towards Brad's apartment, hoping to get there as quickly
as possible. "I know what happened in the storeroom. I
know about the fun-time you had with Josh," Brad said,
as he stared at her.
Without looking away from the road, Jane knew the young
man was looking at her. "Please, Brad, nothing
happened."
"Look, honey! Let's get one thing straight. I don't like
it when you bullshit me and I don't like it when you
tell me a boldfaced lie."
Jane was still confused. "Please, why are you doing
this?" She trusted Josh and couldn't understand how Brad
knew about the secret indiscretions.
Brad noticed the totally bewildered look on Jane's
pretty face. He marveled at how quickly Josh and Jane
had grown intimately close, but he still craved one
thing. "Don't worry. Your boyfriend's too goddamn naïve.
When Josh drinks too much, he loses the ability to think
straight... and he's a piss poor liar. He's like my
brother and I know when he's hot for a woman," he said.
"Hell, he probably can't remember getting so drunk and
telling me everything."
Jane glanced at the young man and at once realized she
had profound feelings for someone new in her life. "But
there's nothing between Josh and I."
Brad glared at her. "Look sweetheart, I know he felt you
up right in the school."
Jane glanced over and into the steadfast eyes and there
was no leniency. She realized that there was nothing she
could say to appease the young man. "But, but it was
nothing, really."
"Look, honey. Do you want anyone finding out?"
Suddenly she couldn't look at Brad. "No. No."
"Hey, don't blame your boyfriend. Josh can't handle his
liquor and he was a babbling idiot after a few beers,"
Brad said, before sending the final volley. "I bet that
black cock felt good, didn't it?"
"What do you want from me?" It was over. Her struggle
was over and Jane knew the young man could blackmail her
into doing almost anything.
Brad made the smartest decision when he assumed Jane
would sacrifice herself for someone she treasured. He
knew she would hesitate risking her career or her
marriage, but she would do anything in her power to save
someone she loved. "I'm doing this for one thing... and
one thing only. To get into your pants!"
When he said it, Jane felt totally overwhelmed with the
thought that Brad planned to blackmail her. "You're
crazy... you're mad!"
Luckily they arrived at Brad's, as Jane wasn't in any
shape to drive. She parked and sat stoic, waiting for
the young man to continue. "I know you threw your sexy
ass at Josh... let him feel those luscious titties.
Christ that black dick must have felt good?" Brad paused
to give her a chance to reflect. "Josh didn't exactly
say what happened, but I figured it out. And besides...
the school board and your hubby will believe anything I
say."
Jane felt weak and totally consumed with guilt. He knew!
She wondered about how much Brad knew and exactly how
much Josh told him. She wondered if calling his bluff
would work? It was strange how a guilty mind assumed the
worst. Jane imagined the young man going to the
principal and telling him about her indiscretions with
Josh. She originally considered what happened as not
that serious. "Please, it wasn't like that. Nothing
really happened."
Brad reached across the seat and twisted Jane's
shoulders so he could look her in the eyes. "I said no
fucking bullshit. What do you think Mr. Smith will say
when he finds out his little angel is groping a student
trainee in his goddamn storeroom? Putting her hands on a
black dick right in the school."
"Oh, Brad, please!" Jane's heart almost came out of her
chest, as she realized the young man's blackmail was too
overwhelming. Her pleas were practically an admission of
guilt, but she didn't know what else to do.
Brad saw the defeat written on her distraught face. He
knew he guessed right and wanted to push her all the way
to the edge. She squirmed in her seat and he laughed out
loud. "What will hubby say when he finds out his darling
wife is screwing around with some black dude?" He stared
straight into the teary eyes. "And I'm sure they'll kick
Josh's ass out of the program when they find out he's
dicking one of his supervisors, right in the school."
Jane wanted to disappear. If her life ended at that
moment, she would have been satisfied. She looked at the
young man and didn't notice any wavering or any
softening in his blackmail demands. She didn't know
which was worse? If parents or the school board found
out, her career was finished; if her husband found out,
her marriage was finished; if she didn't do what Brad
demanded, Josh would be punished. "What do you want?
What do you want from me?"
"I'm glad you see the light. I promise not to tell
anyone about you and Josh. Your career is safe and so is
his." Brad leaned forward and grabbed one of her hands.
Then he slipped a small piece of paper in the palm of
her dainty hand. "This will explain in detail... when
and where you will meet me on Friday. Since your husband
will be away for the weekend, the timing couldn't be
better."
Jane glanced at the satisfied grin on Brad's face, as
her eyes filled with tears. She cursed the fact of
naively telling the young man that her husband was going
to a National Solar Convention at the Las Vegas
Convention Center. The devious young man had won and it
was little consolation of not having to make excuses for
being away from home. Jane was willing to do whatever it
took to keep Brad quiet. She didn't want to get fired by
the school or divorced by her husband. Also, she would
do anything to protect an innocent young man who she had
grown fond of, so there was only one way out of the
drastic dilemma.
When he turned and left the car, Jane's heart pounded
harder in her chest. She slowly straightened her fingers
and opened the piece of paper. 'To my beautiful
sweetheart,' was written. Before this unexpected
blackmail scheme, Jane would have felt love and
admiration for a young man who she once considered a
true friend. Now she hated Brad, but realized it must
not get in the way of her sanity.
'We will spend an entire evening together... just you
and me at my apartment. Be here at 7 o'clock, Friday
evening. Don't be late or if you don't show up, you'll
be forever sorry.' Through tears, it was hard to read
the blurry note. 'I give my word that everything will be
forgotten once my desire is fulfilled. I've dreamed of
nothing else, but having sex with the sexiest teacher.'
There was a last line, which sent a shiver through her
entire body. 'Please wear the necklace I gave you.'
***
The night lasted an eternity and Jane was completely
exhausted when she went to school the next day. She
hardly slept with her mind distraught over the impending
dilemma and she feared meeting the two young interns
again. Jane felt intimidated by Brad and utterly
powerless to resist his blackmail demands. During the
many nightmares she experienced through the night, her
choices seemed quite simple. Either she met with Brad on
Friday, allowing the scoundrel to have sex with her, or
she didn't meet with him, refusing his blackmail
instructions.
Jane was proud of the fact she never had an affair or
even considered being unfaithful during her ten years of
marriage. Now she either became an adulteress or she
would be absolutely humiliated by losing her job. She
dreaded meeting Brad at school. Her fate rested in the
hands of the devil and there was also one other dire
consideration, which caused her much agony. She wasn't
taking any form of birth control and the possibility of
getting pregnant with such a vile man was utterly
demoralizing. The one consoling fact was that she had
just finished her period, which meant she was relatively
safe, but the thought still depressed her.
Without a viable alternative, she went to work feeling
like a woman without any control over her future. Her
decision was made during the long night and she wasn't
happy about meeting Brad on Friday. Jane readily
eliminated any inclination of telling her husband about
Brad's blackmail, as the thought was too disgraceful.
Luckily her husband was leaving for Vegas within a few
hours so he wouldn't notice her extreme anxiety or
nervousness leading up to the Friday night rendezvous.
Jane also feared meeting Josh and being alone with him
again, but for entirely different reasons. She couldn't
recall being so intimately affected by anyone or
anything in her life. Jane felt a desperate need to talk
to someone and it seemed that her and her husband never
confided in each other anymore. Her first impulse was to
divulge the details of the approaching nightmare to the
young man, but she couldn't garner up enough courage.
There were deep-rooted feelings inside that Jane
believed made Josh different, but she hesitated letting
her emotions get carried away. She decided to act like
nothing happened, yet realized it would be difficult to
pretend there was nothing intimate between the two. She
deemed it was her fault for what happened, which allowed
Brad to gain the overpowering control, and to protect
Josh it was crucial he didn't know about the impending
blackmail.
The morning classes passed without anything eventful
happening, but that soon changed at noon hour. Jane was
standing at her desk getting ready for lunch and Josh
appeared out of nowhere. "I missed you. I've waited all
morning to see you."
Jane was too shocked to say anything. She froze and
stood absolutely motionless, staring down at the papers
on her desk. She didn't dare look at the young man of
her dreams for fear of falling under his mysterious
spell. "Uuuugh?"
"Whenever I'm with you, I feel good," Josh whispered.
Jane remained still and stared straight ahead, but her
eyes may as well have been closed. His lips were against
her ear and his voice was merely a faint whisper. "I've
never felt this way... about anyone!"
"No! Dear gawd, no. I'm not that kind of woman... I'm
married," she moaned. "It's my fault for leading you on.
I should never have done that."
Josh had to look into her eyes again and see for
himself. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.
When they came face to face, Josh stared into her
shinny, brown eyes. "I can wait... forever if need be,"
he whispered.
Being not only a married woman, but also a mature
teacher, Jane understood the severe consequences of
acting inappropriately. She had already erred in more
ways than she could count and she vowed to do whatever
it took to end the sinful matter before it worsened. It
took every ounce of courage to not throw herself into
Josh's arms. "We can't... it's wrong."
One big thing still bothered Josh. He decided it was
best to warn Jane about Brad's unwavering determination,
even if it caused a serious break in their growing
relationship. "Aaah. Please be careful around Brad. He's
a great guy, but he can get... eerrr, get very
persuasive if he finds a woman desirable," he whispered.
"And Brad has his sights set on you, so please be
careful."
Jane felt the strongest urge to tell Josh about the
blackmail, but her overpowering guilt prevented any
revelation. She looked into his eyes and resisted the
impulse to fall into his strong arms. When he suggested
they go to the lunchroom, she gladly accepted, as being
alone with the young man was frustrating.
Acting like nothing happened or that there was nothing
between the two was difficult, but necessary as far as
Jane was concerned. She sat with Josh in the staff
lunchroom, feeling more and more sure of her feelings
for the young man. Every time he spoke to her or looked
into her eyes, she felt her heart do a double beat and
her face seemed to flush. She was utterly mystified by
the strong desire for intimate contact with Josh, but
vowed to resist the temptation, knowing it would only
make matters worse. With Brad's impending rendezvous on
the horizon, she didn't need any further turmoil in her
life.
***
The day leading up to the blackmail rendezvous was the
worst day of her life. She couldn't remember
experiencing more mental anguish and her students must
have thought she had lost her mind. Finally she simply
gave them reading assignments, which left her alone to
wallow in decadence.
When she went home from school, she was distraught with
the realization that by night's end she would be an
adulteress. Having her husband away for the weekend
saved her coming up with a viable excuse for spending
Friday night out; yet she was still bothered by
overpowering guilt. Her husband often encouraged Jane to
go out with her girlfriends, but she seldom did because
she felt uncomfortable going out without her husband.
Jane fought hard to dress for the horrible journey, not
wanting to give Brad any more satisfaction. She decided
on a very conservative skirt and blouse. Underneath was
the least sexy underwear she owned and she prayed for
the courage to go through with the drastic adventure.
She had grown fairly fond of Brad, but his sudden
blackmail had definitely changed her opinion of the
young man.
She approached Brad's apartment building with so many
butterflies in her stomach that it felt very
uncomfortable. Walking up to the front door, Jane
hesitated before ringing the doorbell. Without warning
the door opened and she glared straight at the biggest
grin on Brad's youthful face. "I'm glad you're here. You
look gorgeous, very beautiful!"
Jane realized the evening would be one of twofaced
action. Both her good-side and her bad-side would be
talking. 'Yeah, sure asshole! What choice did I have?'
Then she smiled and actually spoke out loud. "Thank you.
Please, before we get started. I can't afford to get
pregnant so we can stop right now unless you have
protection."
"Not to worry. I fully understand. Here, let's start off
on the right foot," he said, handing her a glass of
wine. "A toast and I promise that by the end of the
night, you'll be a happy, happy woman."
'Right asshole! Like wine is going to make me feel
better.' She tried her best to smile when she took the
glass from Brad. "Yes, I could use a drink, thanks," she
replied.
"Come, I'm sure you could use something to snack-on, as
well," he said. Then they moved into his living room,
which was set up with romantic lighting, soft music and
some finger-food. On the second glass of wine, she was
feeling a little more relaxed and thankfully a lot less
worried. Brad wisely kept the conversation on her life
and on her past teaching experiences. He was well aware
that Jane would let her guard down when she talked about
her young students.
Brad also insisted they talk about her family and after
another wine, Jane was feeling a little tipsy. They sat
on the sofa and Brad suggested they retire to a much
better location. He refreshed their glasses and ushered
Jane up to his bedroom dungeon. 'Fucking lovely! The
bastard is getting ready to mount me,' she surmised.
When Brad reached for her blouse, she wrapped her free
arm around her chest to indicate her reluctance. Brad
quickly set both glasses on a nearby dresser and turned
Jane around so he was behind her. "You have such lovely
skin... soft and so velvety."
"Dear gawd, I've never cheated..."
"I know. I could tell," Brad whispered. "Any man would
be crazy not to desire you... such a gorgeous, sexy
woman."
Jane kept quiet, as she reached for the buttons on her
blouse, but the little voice in her head couldn't stop
talking. 'Well let's get it over with real quick. Take
me you bastard; then I can get out of here.'
Her fingers vibrated like crazy and she only managed to
undo two or three buttons before Brad pushed her hands
away. "Slow, take it slow. I want this to last a long,
long time." Then he reached around her and slowly
unbuttoned her blouse. Brad pressed his body against her
back and kept his mouth next to her ear. "You deserve
the best."
'Right asshole! And I bloody hope you don't consider
yourself in that category.' Jane stood rigid and tried
hard to not protest or say anything, as the young man
put his hands all over the front of her body. Brad
caressed her from her neck down to her tummy and
cleverly left her bra on when he caressed her boobs one
at a time.
Brad paid special attention to the ends and felt the
nipples pushing out against the soft fabric. "You have
outstanding breasts... nipples that I can't stop
dreaming about."
'Dammit, I hate when they do that. Now the rotten
bastard will think he made my nipples erect.' Then it
came to her. If he wouldn't let her undress, she had to
use other means to make the unwanted sex go faster.
"Mmmmm... mmmm, that feels nice."
Suddenly it was Brad's turn. The little voice in his
head spoke to him, which increased his confidence.
'Right, honey! Fake it and make me believe you want it
real bad.'
"Mmmm... mmmm, I like that."
'Yeah, I bet you do. Well, keep faking it, honey. Once
we get down to the nitty-gritty, you'll prove you're a
slut, once and for all.' Brad's face grinned, as he
listened intently to his supportive little partner.
'Christ, I almost want to rip your fucking clothes off
and see all of that ball-busting body.' He slowly rolled
the bra upwards, freeing the luscious boobs. Then he put
the two erect buds in his fingers and rolled both of
them around and around.
'Damn, why do they always get so bloody hard?' Jane
rolled her head backwards and rested it on Brad's
shoulder. "Mmmm... mmmm, that feels good," she moaned
trying to use her sexiest voice.
Brad kissed her ear and all the way down her neck.
'Yeah, I bet it does. Keep moaning, my love. I have a
big surprise for you, so keep faking it.' He squeezed
the nipples a little harder and felt them get even
harder. "You have such a sexy body. Your nipples are
absolutely the best... hummmm outstanding!"
Jane wanted it over. She reached for her skirt and
managed to undo the zipper and button. Then before she
was aware of what Brad was doing, she was guided across
the room. She opened her eyes and about three feet in
front of her bewildered eyes was a reflection of a
struggling couple. Her blouse was completely open and
her bra was bunched almost around her neck. It was her
boobs that drew the most ire. She watched Brad's fingers
roll the swollen nipples around and swore at the obvious
inflamed state of her buds.
She felt Brad's eyes and glanced a little higher into
the large, wall-length mirror. Still behind her, Brad
had his face next to her ear, as he stared back at her.
"We both get to watch," he whispered, giving her ear a
taunting flick with his tongue. His face was very
serious when he held the steady gaze. "Watch the sexy
teacher cream like a little schoolgirl."
'You're fucking dreaming, asshole, if you think I'm
going that far.' Jane stared at their reflection and
into the dark eyes, wondering what Brad was doing.
"Mmmm... mmmm."
Brad let go of the enlarged nipples and finished taking
off the skirt. Then he stripped the blouse and bra to
leave her standing in unsightly nylons and panties. Jane
let her glance shift to the awful image and she wondered
if it was possible to look any un-sexier? Her white
panties showed through the soft, beige hose and the
sight made her shiver. When Brad slowly rolled the
remaining garments down her legs, leaving them bunched
at her feet, she shuddered at being left nude.
"Sweet mother of Jesus... shaved pussy. You're shaved!
I've dreamed of screwing a woman who does that." Brad
moaned into her ear and Jane felt his obvious arousement
pushing into her back. "You look absolutely gorgeous."
The timing couldn't have been worse. She stared at the
newly acquired look and realized her mistake. 'Dear
gawd, why did I do that now?' Jane glared into the
mirror at Brad whose tongue was hanging out of his
mouth. 'I hope the bastard doesn't think I shaved for
him. Dear gawd, why him?" Why can't it be...?'
Jane had shaven her private region for the first time in
her life. She stared at the illustrious spectacle and
marveled at how the newfound exterior seemed to make her
look tantalizing, even glamorous. Jane was still
admiring her appearance when Brad acted. "It's time my
love. Time to show me how you can climax in my arms," he
whispered. "We're going to watch you masturbate."
'Watch what? I don't think so, as I'm not the least bit
aroused.' Jane returned her gaze to Brad and noticed the
serious expression on his face. "Then will you let me
go? If I do that, will you leave me alone?"
His warm smile turned into an evil grin. "We'll see. If
you're real good, maybe I'll just jerkoff and call it a
night," Brad said. He watched the frown on her pretty
face turn to optimism, as the devil spoke to him again.
'Get to work slut. Watching you get yourself off is
going to be the greatest. Then you're going to suck my
cock and I'll blow my fucking load down your sexy-ass
throat.'
"I'm not sure... not sure if I can do it. I've never
masturbated... in front of someone," Jane moaned. Once
again it was her conscience that made her appear naïve
and gullible. "Really, I don't think I can do it."
"You'll have to trust me. Once you've satisfied my
sexual desire, I'll let you go home. So make it good and
you'll be out of here a lot quicker," Brad explained.
"Do it! Show me what that shaved beauty can do."
Jane closed her eyes, unable to watch. The thought of
actually masturbating in front of a stranger was
horrific, but it was being able to observe the satisfied
grin on Brad's face when she did it that caused her the
most misery. "I don't think I can."
Abruptly her ear was on fire, as Brad used his sharp
teeth to get her full attention. "Open your beautiful
eyes. You're going to watch it all with me," he
whispered through his teeth. "Watch you molest that
gorgeous pussy. Be a good girl and masturbate!"
She obeyed, as there didn't seem to be any alternative.
Her arms were aided until they reached downward and her
hands were wittingly guided to her shivering pelvis.
Nothing seemed real to Jane. Her fingers tenderly
caressed the velvety skin and her eyes opened wider when
she noticed something glistening between her legs.
Without warning her feet were nudged apart and she found
it hard to control her trembling fingers.
"That's a good girl. Can you see it?" Brad stared at the
opening between Jane's legs and noticed the definite
outline of the prettiest pink lips. "I've never seen
anything so sexy... so enthralling."
Jane noticed it too. Brad had kicked her feet far enough
apart that her labia were visible. Almost in a
trancelike state, she watched her dainty fingers dip
into the tempting space until her precious jewel was
covered. She paused for a few seconds, wondering how to
display womanly lust without actually experiencing it.
'Oh, gawd, can I fake it and make him believe I'm having
an orgasm?'
Brad observed the hesitation and didn't mind the short
reprieve. His emotions were riding a roller coaster and
rising at a tremendous rate, which would spoil his
plans. He willed up some extra self-control and used his
subconscious male ego to stave off any premature climax.
Again the silent voice spoke. 'Take your time, honey.
We're going to be here all night and when you go home to
papa, you'll have a belly full of jizz. There'll be no
goddamn rubber on this cowboy!'
Jane cupped her clean-shaven mound and moved her hand
back and forth. When she watched the obvious
masturbation attempt, she hoped it was enough to satisfy
Brad's perverted desire. Then she glanced up and into
the young man's unyielding eyes again. It wasn't going
good so she opened her mouth. "Ooohhh... ooohhh
gaaaawd." She jerked her hips, hoping Brad was
satisfied.
"Show me that gorgeous pussy. Spread those girlie-lips
and show me that magnificent clitty!" Brad smiled, but
it was his eyes that forced her to react.
Jane slowly placed her forefinger and middle fingers of
her left hand on her labia. The images would be forever
photographed in her mind. Her fingers pulled the puffy
lips apart and exposed the pink clitoris. It was
extremely hard to keep her eyes from fluttering, as they
tended to roll backwards when her right hand moved. The
fingers surrounded the little gem and this time her
jerking hips were genuine. 'Oh geez, this might not be
smart. Holy shit, that actually felt good,' she thought.
Then she heaved and groaned a few times in a vain
attempt at deception. "Aaah, aaah. Oooh... oooh gaaawd!"
There was no more need for Brad to hold her arms so he
grabbed the luscious boobs. Cupping the tits and
molesting them sent shivers down his arms and straight
up to his head. He caressed her and purposely left the
nipples exposed so they were clearly visible in the
mirror. "My God, you have the nicest breasts... the best
nipples," he whispered, completely ignoring her
impulsive fake excitement. "Now show me that pretty
clitty... all of it!"
Jane's eyes were very glassy and they shifted from one
image to another. Brad's face was etched with animal
desire and he stared at her in a threatening manner. A
little lower she noticed her breasts being groped by the
young man and it was more than obvious her nipples were
extremely erect. Lower still and her entire body
shuddered at the sight of pure lust. Her throbbing
clitty was between her fingers and it was being rotated
around in a wild, vigorous fashion.
This time her dreamy eyes locked on the magic between
her legs. Her body came up so that she was standing on
her tiptoes and thankfully Brad's strong arms supported
her for better balance. All of a sudden a tremendous
spasm rocked through her body, which left some disbelief
about her resolve. She uttered a few more moans for
effect and abruptly things got out of control.
Brad shoved his right hand down the front of her torso
and closed his hand directly on top of hers. His fingers
grasped her two fingers, which surrounded the throbbing
morsel, and then he squeezed as hard as he could. "Don't
look away. Watch it baby, watch it all." Brad cradled
her head with his head and shoulder and forced her to
watch the entire scene unfold, much to her dismay.
It was the longest series of subconscious babbling and
Jane listened very carefully to herself. 'Oh my, what
was that? Oooh, hang-on girl, don't satisfy the
bastard's pervert wishes.' She stared straight into the
mirror, unable to tear her eyes off of the damning
imagery. 'Yeow, that was a big one. Holy shit, he has
his hand on mine. Oh no, he's... the dirty bugger is
squeezing my fingers and oh gawd, he's squashing my
thingy.'
Tears filled her eyes when she felt her stamina slipping
away. 'Dear gawd, he's jiggling my fingers and making it
feel awful. Oh, geez, he's squeezing... pressing so
hard. Stop! Oh, please stop. Oh, Brad, don't do that
anymore.' Jane's eyes grew wider, as the many fingers
became a blur. 'Oooh, I can't let it happen. He can't do
it to me. No, I have to be strong!'
Brad watched her pretty face twist and turn. He knew she
was fighting for her life and loved every second,
knowing it was all in vain. "Your fingers...
masturbating like you were a little girl. Do you do this
at home? Do you show hubby how much you love being an
easy slut?" Brad nibbled on the back of her ear and used
his tongue for affect. "God lady, I love watching you
finger that shaved cunt. Cream for me! Show me how you
love creaming."
The fire in her eyes caused a severe inferno, deep
inside her tummy. Brad's fingers held her hand on top of
her clitty and refused to give her any reprieve. By now
the little bud was swollen and it was firmly compressed
between the many fingers. "Ouch! Owie, you're hurting
me," she moaned in desperation. "Please, you're hurting
me."
Brad was far too shrewd for an innocent woman. He had
long suspected Jane's romantic feelings for his best
buddy were sincere and he used her intense guilt to his
advantage. "I wish Josh could see his lovely goddess
now," he whispered. At first Jane's mind was too
frustrated and Brad's disclosure took time going from
her subconscious to her conscious mind. "Josh is missing
the best fuck of the century; the sexy teacher creaming
like one of her little schoolgirls."
It was the first time in her life that she orgasmed and
cried at the same time. The agony of defeat was too much
and tears ran down her cheeks. Brad punished her by
revealing her guilt and then he seized physical control
at just the right time. He let go of her boob with his
left hand and wrapped his fingers into the long, curly
hair on the back of her head. "Fuck for me, baby. Fuck
that dirty cunt," he said, as he jerked her head back so
hard it felt like most of her hair had been ripped out.
"Finger that dirty cunt and cream all over."
"No, dear gawd, no!"
"Christ, look at yourself. The cum's running down your
legs. The most beautiful sight in the world is a woman
masturbating," Brad whispered. "You're the greatest."
Right or wrong, she was long past caring. Jane's
breathing was in rapid gasps and her stomach heaved in
and out at a fantastic rate. "No, no, not like this."
"Fucking right, babe. Finger that pussy and show me a
slut."
Jane tried to put Brad out of her mind, but that was the
biggest mistake. Suddenly images of Josh popped into her
conscious mind. His handsome face, the smile, the
youthful physique and his honest sincerity pushed her
over the top. It was the first time in her life that she
had been unfaithful, but the justification was that it
was with someone she cared deeply about. She felt the
strong, agile black fingers on her intimate being and
they caressed her in a manner, which was new to her. Her
belly erupted and she coated the black fingers with
loving cream, making the sinful affair somewhat moral.
***
Jane collapsed, as her legs were no longer strong enough
for her to remain standing. She wound up on Brad's bed
and there was no way to comprehend what had just
transpired in a stranger's bedroom. It took some time
for her breathing to return to a normal state and by
that time Brad was thoroughly aroused. The sexy, naked
woman lay stretched out on his bed and there was one
thing paramount in his mind. "The night is young. I
believe that I have enough incriminating evidence
against you to keep you here all night," he informed
her.
She had been both physically and mentally overpowered.
Without enough willpower to resist the young man, Jane
merely whispered what sounded like a feeble protest.
"Brad, dear gawd, I've done what you've asked. Can't I
go now?"
"My love! I've watched you prance around the school for
weeks, showing off that sexy body to anyone with a
pulse," Brad said. "Christ, you're the horniest teacher
in the whole goddamn school."
"Brad, I'm not. I'm married and I'm not after anyone.
It's not what you think."
"Honey, after watching that fantastic masturbation, I
need something hot and horny around my cock. I need a
fucking 'BJ'."
"A blowjob?"
Brad proceeded to strip the clothes he had not already
taken off and in a scant few seconds was down to his
shorts. "I've dreamed of this since the first day in
class."
Jane glanced to the side and noticed the upstanding tent
in the front of the young man's shorts. "Oooh, I'm not
really good... I haven't done it for a long time."
"Don't worry, love. Just wrap those luscious lips around
my rod and nature will take over."
Then Brad quickly stripped his shorts. His proud unit
bobbed up and down and Jane stared in disbelief at the
stellar cock. "Oh geez, oh geez."
"Sweet mother, get that mouth over here. Hey, have you
ever tried 69. We may as well go all the way."
"What? I can't. I've never done that."
"C'mon love, you won't be sorry!"
Jane's head throbbed and it seemed she was too confused
to think straight. She felt Brad's hands all over her
body and before she knew what was happening, she was in
the most vulnerable position. On her hands and knees,
her knees were on either side of Brad's chest and she
straddled his upper body in the most wanton fashion.
There was a loud buzzing in her ears and Jane found it
impossible to concentrate.
She planted her hands on the bed, holding her upper body
as high as possible. Jane tried to twist around and see
what Brad was doing, but she couldn't see around her
flared hips. Then what felt like a burning dagger
touched her delicate crotch. "Suck it, baby! Suck my
cock or I'll shove it into your belly."
'Holy crap! The damn thing is huge. If I don't suck the
goddamn prick, he'll probably screw me. Crap, hopefully
the bastard will be satisfied with a blowjob.' She
stared at the throbbing pecker and then realized she was
in a very defenseless position. 'Christ, the bastard has
his fucking face in my crack. Oh gawd, I've always
wondered about 69... what it was like? Dear gawd, not
with this guy.'
Jane hesitated before moving one hand to the pulsating
cock. She flinched when her fingers touched the
scorching meat and the scene was right out of a porno
flick. The gorgeous woman slowly puts the head of the
man's cock in her mouth and the man licks the
unprotected pussy slit. Then the woman's body jerks and
shudders, but she can't escape the man's tongue, as her
hips are held steady by his strong hands.
The scene grew more erotic and dramatic in a hurry.
Jane's sudden solution was to finish the young man off,
as fast as she could. She wrapped the fingers of both
hands around the upraised cock, holding it up with her
left hand and stroking it furiously with her right. 'Oh
gawd, how long has it been since I sucked cock? Gawd,
now I'm sucking a stranger's cock! What have I become?'
Her mouth was full, but her brain worked overtime, as
she tried to find the end of Brad's stamina.
The cunnilingus was skillful and far more animalistic
than Jane expected. Brad held her straddling his face
and used his tongue to lash through her long narrow,
pink slit. He made sure to caress the pink clitty, as
well as stab the two holes each time he stroked the
enticing womanhood. Jane tried her best to ignore Brad
and she concentrated on the job in hand, so she didn't
feel threatened. Although her stomach heaved each time
the young man slapped her clitoris with his tongue, she
managed to somewhat control the flow of juices out of
her feminine being.
The first blast of thick cream surprised her. One second
she was sucking and stroking the young man's impressive
cock, trying to end the blowjob; the next she was
coughing in a most desperate fashion and forced to
swallow, or else choke to death. Jane did something she
swore never to do. The cum hit the back of her throat
and she swallowed the white cream without thinking. The
thick cock throbbed crazily and the orgasm seemed to
last for the longest time.
***
Customarily it was wham, bam, and thank you ma'am when
she had sex with her husband, but that was not the case
with this virile young man. Jane prayed that Brad didn't
have an insatiable lusting for sex. She wished he was
like most men and would be satisfied with a good blowjob
and maybe a good handjob.
Somehow when the blowjob and cunnilingus finished, Brad
succeeded in getting her in his arms. Jane laid on her
right side facing the young man and there was one
extremely obvious aspect about his stature. He still
sported an erection and Brad deliberately placed it to
cause her the most distress. "Brad, please don't touch
me down there... with your pe..."
"Don't worry. I have a condom. I'll put it on."
Jane heard the young man and she was amazed that he
still had a hard-on. "You aren't planning..."
"Sweetheart! I've dreamed of nothing else," he
whispered. "I can't wait to get my cock into the most
desirable woman in the whole city."
"Oh gawd, you can't!"
"But sweetheart, you know that I won't quit until I've
tasted all of your delicious riches... everything you
possess, including your most precious charm."
Jane thought she would lose her mind when Brad rolled
onto his back and donned a bright red condom. 'Dear
gawd, why did I come here tonight?' She had never seen
one so fancy or one that had creatively shaped material
around the tip. A threatening shiver shot through her
body when she realized the ominous condom was made for a
woman's pleasure, but she vowed not to experience any.
Brad easily assumed a missionary position. His much
larger body pinned her on her back and he stared
directly at her. Jane turned her head, refusing to look
at the blackmailer, and she attempted a valiant protest.
"Please, Brad we can't do this. Haven't we done enough
already?"
"You wanted me to keep quiet... not to tell everyone
about your storeroom indiscretions. Well I promised to
keep quiet, but you'll have to do one more thing," Brad
whispered. "I watched you masturbate; that was the most
fantastic orgasm I've ever seen. I watched you climax
during that wonderful cunnilingus; now I want to watch
your pretty face when I fill your belly with cum."
'Like I have a choice? Go ahead, asshole, screw me with
that pathetic penis. I'll never look at you again once
this fucking ordeal is over.' It was a silent promise,
which made her feel a lot better for succumbing to the
young man's, blackmail demands. She didn't feel too
threatened because the young man willingly agreed to
wear a condom, which was a great relief.
Brad put her chin between his thumb and forefinger and
turned her head. He glared into her teary eyes, as the
weight of his lower body pried her legs apart. Jane felt
the end of his pecker poking and trying to hit the
correct spot, which made her cringe with fright. Then he
shifted his hips so that his penis rested directly on
top of her shivering pelvis. "Stroke it baby. I can stay
hard all night, but you can make it harder," Brad
whispered. "Stroke me, babe."
"Oh, Brad, please no more," she pleaded, as she glared
back at him. His stare was unyielding and reluctantly
she slipped her arm between their bodies. Her hand
flinched when her fingers touched the throbbing penis
and like earlier, his heartbeat radiated up her arm.
Brad arched his back and thrust his hips back and forth
and used her dainty hand, as a caressing tool. "That
feels nice. You know how to make a man yearn for sex,"
he said. "I get hard every time I think of you... your
sexy body."
"Nnnuuu, Nnuu." She felt the cock get harder and to her
amazement, grow larger.
Abruptly Brad jerked backwards and pulled his cock out
of her hand. Then he slowly pushed his hips deeper into
her thighs until his cock hit the mark. Jane held her
breath when the thick head spread her puffy lips and she
knew what was next.
It may have been the ride of his life for Brad, but not
for Jane. What she felt was some pain and more than
anything else some agony from being used. The one thing
very evident at first for Brad was that it was very
difficult to enter his adorable teacher. Not only did
the condom hinder penetration, it took awhile to stretch
the opening. When Brad reached virgin territory, he
received the ultimate joy and the ecstasy was
extraordinary. The head of his cock hit a wall and it
took many thrusts and careful pushing before he was able
to fully embed his cock.
Once his cock was buried to the hilt, Brad felt the most
intense heat of his life. He realized his stamina wasn't
limitless when his stomach started heaving like mad and
knew there wasn't much time to enjoy the wondrous
feeling. The base of his cock twitched a few times and
then small jets of precum filled the end of the rubber
sheath.
Jane would forever be sorry for following her natural
tendencies. Her arms went around the young man's
shoulders and she used a motherly embrace to guide him
through what was expected to be a long, tremulous
tunnel. Once she realized her mistake, she tried not to
encourage or make it better for Brad. It actually took
her breath away when he pumped in and out a few times
and she anticipated a quick ending to the sinful
episode.
Jane assumed the disparaging affair was almost over. She
felt ashamed and totally used by the young man who was
using her body for his self-gratification. All of a
sudden Brad's body straightened out, as he lay on top of
her beleaguered torso, and then he rolled over onto his
back. He grabbed her tightly and rolled her over at the
same time so that she wound up on top. "You're almost
done... only one more thing. I have one fantasy left,"
Brad whispered, staring right at her. "Just a little
break or I'll blow my top; then one last fantasy."
"This is the last. Then it's over," she pleaded. "You
promised."
Brad pulled her upwards until his throbbing cock slipped
out of her inferno. "I need a second... a break," he
said. "I want this to last a long time." The respite was
precisely what Brad needed. He twisted his shoulders and
reached his right arm down far enough to go around her
thigh. Brad pulled her left leg upwards, which put Jane
in an awkward position, but it enabled him to reach
behind her and between her legs. He grabbed his cock and
held it in the air before laying it against her
vulnerable pussy.
Jane was eager to end the affair and that willingness
was her downfall. She felt him squirming and struggling
and assumed he was preparing to insert his ramrod again.
She felt him enter her wetness and her entire body
shuddered when the head easily slipped into her honey-
hole this time.
Jane's eagerness enabled the devious Brad to fulfill his
last fantasy. He pushed her shoulders upwards off his
chest, so that her back arched, and then he looked into
her eyes. "I want the greatest orgasm. One with you
sitting on top of me and riding my cock," he said.
"You're going to be my cowgirl."
If she had any idea of his real intentions, Jane would
have screamed her head off. Instead, she naively put up
a measly protest. "Brad, I've done everything... all
that you've asked."
"Yeah, I know. I love you for that."
"I don't think I can do anything more."
"Oh, you can... and will. Like I said, one more thing
and you can go."
"You promised before."
"Well you're such a desirable woman and your beauty
makes me crazy. This time, I promise you can leave."
Brad pushed her shoulders harder, arching her back
severely, and he forced her to bring her knees up so
that she was in a kneeling position. She straddled his
hips and this time his cock went in so fast and easy
that Jane thought it was well lubricated. She was amazed
and simply assumed it was her body adapting to the awful
intrusion.
Brad quickly let go of her shoulders and put his hands
around her waist. He jerked her down and felt the
elation of reaching Jane's deepest being. His eyes
bugged out when he stared at the luscious chest hovering
inches above him. "Ride me baby. Keep my cock in your
belly and have the ride of your life," Brad moaned.
"Christ my balls ache... I want it so bad."
Jane thought he was crazy and she tried to end it
quickly. She sort of bounced up and down on the young
man's hips, as his body went out of control. Her hands
went to his chest in an effort to keep her balance and
she gave the young man a most spectacular vision. Her
biceps pressed against the sides of her boobs and made
them appear even bigger, as they swayed enticingly up
and down. She prepared herself for the worst, but there
was nothing that could prepare her for the drastic
calamity.
Jane threw her head back and pretended to be a real
cowgirl, which was intended to rob the young man's
stamina. There were familiar twitching and jerking in
her deepest regions and Jane knew Brad was likely
filling the condom with his filthy cum. She would always
remember glancing off to one side and into a sublime
setting of blank space. Her head sort of rolled back and
forth and suddenly she noticed something very
disturbing. "Dear gawd, Brad! Oh, Brad, it can't be.
Please, it can't be."
Brad's tummy heaved in and out, as he emptied his cum-
load. He noticed Jane staring at the long, red rubber
that he discarded when he rolled over. "The best in the
world. A cowgirl riding bareback."
"But... but... but?"
"I had to feel the real thing. All of the intimacy of
the sexiest woman."
"But, when... you know what could happen?"
"I ripped the fucking thing off and you rode bareback.
Christ I thought my balls were going to burst."
"Oh gawd, no!"
"You're the absolute best... the best piece of ass."
"Dear gawd, Brad. I could get pregnant."
"So what! It's about time hubby realized he's married to
the horniest woman who deserves the best."
Jane used every bit of strength to get up. She jumped
off the bed and felt the uncomfortable wetness between
her legs. Tears welled in her eyes and soon they
trickled down her flushed cheeks. "How could you?"
Strangely her mind quickly went over the timeline and
thankfully it was only three or four days since her
period.
Jane cried. She certainly shouldn't be in the vulnerable
stage for a few days, which made her somewhat relieved,
but she was distraught for being treated like a common
whore by the young man. Sadly it was only the beginning
and there was no time to feel sorry for herself. A
defining moment in her life happened within the blink of
an eye when the front door of the apartment slammed.
Jane's heart stopped beating and she realized Josh had
come home.
She was aware of the young man leaving school early that
day to visit his parents and it was an unsuspected
surprise when he showed up at the apartment. Brad
noticed her questing expression. "Good, Josh is home!
I've waited for weeks to flaunt this in his face," he
whispered. "We had a bet!"
Jane hastily searched for her clothes and at the same
time tried to comprehend what Brad was telling her.
"Huuugh. What?"
"Yeah, your star trainee and I had a bet... to see who
was the first to have sex with the sexually frustrated,
married teacher."
She felt like a used piece of meat. Brad practically
pushed her aside and he was more concerned with cleaning
up before meeting his best buddy. He swiftly donned a
pair of pants and went out to meet Josh while Jane
slithered out of sight so she couldn't be seen from the
other room. She didn't leave the bedroom. Although Jane
hated being in Brad's dungeon, the thought of facing
Josh was far too petrifying. Her guilt was overwhelming
and she felt sick at being caught.
Jane eavesdropped on the conversation coming from the
living room and imagined the worst, as she finished
getting dressed. "I won, man. I won the bet." She
shuddered when Brad bragged that he had just
accomplished the impossible.
"It was off. I told you to leave her alone... that the
bet was off."
"I did it, man. I told you I'd get into her pants," Brad
boasted. "I screwed her and she loved every bit of it."
"Asshole, I fucking told you to stop... to leave her
alone."
Jane couldn't believe her ears. She had been the prize
for a bet between two immature young men. The tears
rolled down her cheeks and she barely managed to stop
herself from balling her eyes out. Nothing else
registered in her distraught mind until all hell broke
loose in the living room. "GET OUT! GET OUT!" Josh's
voice was loud and very authoritarian.
Brad who surely knew his friend was thoroughly pissed
off heeded the warning without any delay. He hurried
into the bedroom to finish dressing and noticed the
shivering, frightened woman standing across the room.
The walls closed in on her and Jane had to get out of
the small bedroom. She rushed out and ran straight into
Josh who was waiting in the living room.
"C'mon! I'll drive you home," Josh whispered. "Let's get
out of her before I kill someone."
Jane almost blurted out that she didn't need a ride, but
abruptly realized that she was in no condition to drive.
There was no harm in accepting Josh's offer since her
husband was away so she followed him outside. Josh drove
and she sat stoic against the passenger door, as if
trying to keep her distance from a stranger. The car was
eerily quiet and it was obvious both were trying to
think of the right thing to say.
Jane's remorse and shame quickly turned to raging anger.
"How could you?"
"I'm sorry... so sorry. Sorrier than you can ever
imagine."
"I trusted you... trusted you more than anyone."
"It's not what you think... honestly."
"Oh, really! I wasn't a prize... a prized whore?"
"You have to trust me. I didn't want this to happen."
"What? No, you wanted to win the bet?"
"No! Brad is conniving and very sneaky. When we first
met you, we both thought you were the most attractive,
desirable woman. Then during a drunken party we made a
stupid bet, which started out as just a silly wager
between two drunks," Josh said. "Once I got to know you,
I called it all off."
"Oh, really?"
"Honest, I didn't want this to happen."
"How did Brad know all about the storeroom? That's what
he used to blackmail me."
"The dirty bastard spiked my drinks the other night and
I got falling-down drunk. Anyway, I'm a blabbermouth
once I'm plastered," Josh said. "He assumed a lot and
probably fooled you into thinking he knew everything.
That's why his sneaky plan worked."
"I feel sick. I cheated... oh gawd, I cheated," she
moaned. "He blackmailed me into becoming a slut... a
cheap slut."
"I tried to stop him. I'm sorry things went this far."
They neared her home and Jane was feeling a little
better. "Thanks for driving me home. I don't think I am
in any shape to drive."
"I know. It was my fault and I'll do anything...
anything in the world to make the nightmare disappear."
Jane had to be alone. When Josh pulled into the
driveway, the guilt quickly became suffocating. She knew
not to make any excuses, yet she did anyway. "Best I go
in right away... I need to be alone. Thanks again and
I'll see you at school."
Josh faced her and looked into her eyes, which were
still teary. "I realized that you were special the first
time I saw you in class," he whispered. "That's when I
fell in love with you."
"Dear Gawd, Josh, you can't," she stammered. "Don't say
that."
"Love at first sight! I've known it for some time and
now it's out."
Josh turned slightly sideways in the seat and held his
arms in an open invitation. Jane stared at the young man
with the strongest urge to fall into his arms, but the
shame and guilt were too strong. She sobbed with
overwhelming doubt and quickly exited the car for the
safety of home.
***
The entire night was nothing like she imaged. She
stumbled into the house and went straight up to her
bedroom. It took her a few moments to regain her
composure before she had the strength to undress for
bed. She caught a glimpse of her naked body just before
donning her usual nightie and noticed a few red marks
and some minor scratches. Goosebumps formed on her arms
when she imagined what happened and that for the first
time in her life, she was unfaithful.
Jane wasn't too worried about what to tell her husband,
as he wouldn't be home until Sunday. They didn't talk
much these days about very personal or intimate things
so at least she wouldn't have to lie to him. The real
troubling thing was trying to justify her decadent
actions to herself. She never dreamed that one day she
would commit adultery and jeopardize her family's
security.
Every muscle in her body hurt and her mind was totally
exhausted from trying to outwit the devil. Not only had
she lost the physical battle, she had also lost the mind
games. Brad had enticed her to masturbate with them both
watching it all in the mirror. Then in hopes of ending
the affair, she had given the young man the most
fantastic blowjob, praying it would satisfy his lust.
Much to her horror, Brad simply blew his load down her
throat before he performed the glorious cunnilingus.
Jane prayed for another early salvation, but again she
was outwitted, as she allowed the sexual desires to
blossom until she creamed like a wanton slut.
Then the absolute worst part of the night happened. Brad
forced her to sit on top of his stellar cock and ride
him like a cowgirl. She did it assuming that once his
blackmail demands were satisfied she would be set free.
To her utter dismay Brad had ripped off the condom and
filled her with his virile seed, most likely hoping to
get her pregnant. Jane bounced up and down in the saddle
and she was astonished at the young man's endurance,
which she attributed to his earlier climax.
The rest of the weekend was mentally exhausting, as Jane
couldn't get Friday night out of her mind. She
definitely didn't get much sleep; then on Sunday her
life was back to normal. Showing up at school on Monday
morning was the hardest thing Jane had ever done. She
knew Brad and Josh would be there and wondered if she
was strong enough to face them again. Much to her
dismay, the first meeting with Brad was uneventful and
it was over in no time.
Then the strangest thing happened. The principal prided
himself in assuring that the teachers in his school were
adequately up-to-date in the newest techniques. An
innovative one-day seminar was offered at the local
university and he surprised Jane with an offer to
attend. "Don't worry about your classes. I'll get a sub
to fill-in and all you need to do is select which day
you want to attend. It runs each day next week and, oh
yeah, I'll send one of the trainees with four of my
regular teachers."
Immediately Jane felt overwhelmed. She didn't mind the
seminar and liked the idea of enhancing her teaching
skills, but the idea of going with someone was
unpleasant. The principal noticed her hesitation. "You
seem to get along better with Josh and Brad than any of
the others... so it's probably best if you go with one
of them," he said. "Just let me know which one and I'll
arrange it."
Jane was dumbfounded. 'OMG,' she thought. 'Now I'm being
setup with a young guy who wants to screw me. In fact,
one who has screwed me in more ways than one... and
another guy who will do anything to have sex with me.'
She looked at her principal, as he waited for an answer.
"Aaah, I would rather go with one of the girls, if
that's possible?"
"Jane, you're great with the young trainees and you seem
to have a better rapport with the young men. I just
can't see any of the others going with Josh or Brad;
well, maybe Ken might get along with both of them, but I
would rather you go with one of them. Both have given
you a big vote of confidence and say you're the best
tutor in the school."
"Oh, geez, I'm not sure."
"I'll tell you what! I'll leave it up to them. They can
decide which one is going with my favorite lady."
Jane left the office and her heart pounded frantically
in her chest. She did everything humanly possible to
stay away from the two young men and luckily the
schedule didn't have either man in her classroom. By the
end of the week, the blackmail episode wasn't as fresh
in her head and she welcomed the weekend. When she
departed school after her last class on Friday, the
principal delivered the shocking news. He told her that
Josh was picking her up at home on Monday morning and
taking her to the seminar.
It was the second weekend in a row that she fretted
about what was happening in her life. One minute she was
thoroughly pleased with her job and the next she was
pessimistic at going to school because Brad and Josh
were there. By Monday morning, Jane had made many
decisions, which gave her peace of mind knowing she was
taking a definite path in life.
***
The seminar was actually very enlightening and
enjoyable. Although Josh sat beside her, he never put
any bold moves on her so she was very relieved. It
wasn't until almost the lunch break that the young man
said anything intimate to her. "I feel like I'm back in
high school, sitting beside my sweetheart, and waiting
to go for a noon hour quickie."
Jane glanced at the young man and she was taken by his
warm, seductive smile. "Hummm, you watch yourself young
man, or Mrs. Smithers will have to scold you."
"I'll be waiting."
She looked into his dark mesmerizing eyes and wondered
at how easily she had forgiven the young man. "I'll bet
you will."
The session ended abruptly and everyone started leaving
the large theater. Josh innocently took her by the elbow
and it seemed the most natural thing to let the young
man lead the way. "I have a little something prepared at
my place. Oh, did I tell you? I live alone now."
Jane didn't bother asking why; she merely followed
Josh's lead out to his car. She had the strangest
feeling that it might change her life forever, yet she
willingly went with the young man. The drive was only
ten minutes so they didn't have much time to chitchat
before they got to his apartment. Again Josh was the
gracious host and Jane followed him, actually welcoming
the opportunity to renew their once flourishing
friendship.
The door closed behind her and she opened her mouth to
say something nice. All of a sudden Josh leaned into her
and kissed her on the lips. Her body pressed against his
and instantly Jane felt incredible, as a severe shiver
shot up her spine. Something long and hard pushed into
her stomach and she was well aware that the young man
was already very aroused.
They were both huffing like mad when the kiss broke. "We
can't; we have to be back at the seminar in an hour."
"I know. That's why they call this a quickie."
Jane felt like she was back in junior high and that
pleasures and joys were too much to resist. She felt her
blouse being unbuttoned and within seconds being rolled
off her shoulders, as she tried assisting the
striptease. Then to her utter amazement, she watched
when Josh quickly stripped and stood in front of her.
Jane barely realized that she did the same thing, as she
tossed her expensive clothes away like rags.
"I see you did it. Shaved for me?"
"Ye... yes. I did."
Suddenly Josh grabbed her shoulders and turned her
around. He pushed her until she was up against the wall
and she turned her head to protect her face. Her head
was sideways with her cheek on the wall and Josh put his
controlling hand in the middle of her back, holding her
against the wall. Josh leaned into her shivering torso
and put his face beside the back of her head. He kissed
the back of her neck and then put his lips on her
burning ear.
Jane couldn't remember getting hot so fast. The time
ticked by and she was well aware that they had to leave
shortly, which seemed to heighten the anticipation of
what Josh might do to her. All of a sudden she felt the
hot length of steel pressing into her bare ass-cheeks.
When the young man shifted his hips around, she openly
did the same thing so that his rod pressed into the
well-defined, narrow crack.
Her arms were outstretched and slightly above her head,
as they were magically pinned on the wall. She tried
hard to breathe properly, but it was difficult because
her emotions were sky-high. Jane wondered at her sudden
brazen actions and questioned if she was losing her
mind.
Josh put his foot against hers and spread her legs.
"Wonderful. Did you touch yourself when you shaved...
feel yourself after?"
Jane was too stunned to respond at first, but the young
man jabbed her. She felt Josh dip down until his ramrod
dropped below her butt; then he straightened his legs,
forcing her up onto her tiptoes. "Yea... yes!" Lying
seemed like the perfect solution, but her religious
upbringing was too strong. "Dear gawd, yes, yes I did
touch myself. Oh no, don't touch me there."
"Good. Did you finger yourself... masturbate."
Jane was too ashamed, but again couldn't lie. She lost
her voice and simply nodded her head so that he would
know. She balanced on her toes and felt the tip of
Josh's dagger against her soul. Her body was on fire and
the intense flames seemed to rob her sanity. "We
can't... dear gawd, we have to stop. I'm not on anything
and we have to stop."
"Of course, we will," he responded. Josh jiggled his
hips and knew exactly when he hit the mark. Jane's mouth
popped open wide and her breathing became utterly ragged
and uneven. Then her body started shaking and he was
scared that she was not going to wait. "Not yet. Please,
not yet."
Jane didn't know what was wrong with her. The fiery
emotions scorched what was once a faithful, moral woman
and turned her into a sinner. "We have to stop. I
can't... can't go all the way," she moaned. "We need
protection."
Josh moved his right hand to the back of her head and
wrapped his fingers into the long, curly strands of
hair. He jerked her head backwards, arching her neck
severely so that he could see her teary eyes. "I want
you so badly!" Then he thrust his hips upwards and her
feet came off the floor. "I love you. I've wanted you
from the first time we met!"
He sliced through the puffy lips and entered her
precious domain in a heartbeat. She desperately gasped
for air, but nothing helped. Then a fly on the wall
witnessed the lust of two lost lovers. Josh let go of
her hair and her cheek fell against the flat wall. Her
head remained perfectly positioned so she could see the
black man behind her, out of the corner of her eye. Josh
grabbed her hips and pulled them backwards so that her
back arched, but her chest remained firmly planted on
the wall.
Jane realized that she was in the most vulnerable
position, yet she never moved. All of a sudden the young
man was balls-deep and her feet were off the floor. It
happened so quickly that neither was ready for the early
orgasm. Jane's guts erupted and for the second time in
her life she cried during a climax. Her cheek got wet
with tears and then her face slipped up and down on the
slippery wall. She heard Josh pleading for her to hold
on... to wait for a few more seconds, but it was too
late.
Sex was always a rushed mania with her husband. On the
rare times she did achieve a climax, it was usually the
result of great internal willpower, lots of foreplay and
the fact her fingers were extremely skilled at self-
gratification. Jane couldn't remember the last time an
orgasm occurred without any clitoris stimulation, but
here she was creaming as if she was a schoolgirl slut.
Suddenly she was totally helpless. Her body belonged to
a spirit and there was no stopping the violent spasms.
Powerful convulsions rocked her body and the orgasm
seemed to roll through an endless wilderness. Just when
Jane thought it was over, Josh gave the most dominant
thrust, which lifted her higher in the air. Jane felt
the thick cock swell and start to squirt wildly inside
her heated cavity. Some of her tears were possibly the
result of knowing what might happen without birth
control, but the immense joy far outweighed any dire
consequences.
The room was sweltering hot, which resulted in both
being covered with sweat. Jane appeared to hang in the
air, pressed against the wall with her legs crudely
splayed out to the sides. She had just willingly done
something that hours, or days ago would have seemed
impossible; yet she wasn't sorry.
Shortly after the last spasm tore through his loins,
Josh was hit with a harsh realism. The lunch break was
almost over and they had very little time. They dressed,
as fast as possible, and ran out of the apartment in
record time, getting back to the seminar just when the
next speaker took the stage.
Jane was not accustomed to being in such a soiled or
untidy condition while in public. She felt clammy and
even had sweat in her armpits, which should have made
her very uncomfortable. Instead, she glanced at the
young man seated to the right and her heart fluttered,
as if she was a little girl again. Then the supposed
horrible thought that she might get pregnant entered her
mind, but it merely heightened her awakened state.
Unlike last time with Brad, this time she was totally in
danger because she was in the middle of her most
vulnerable period.
***
Following the seminar, it seemed Jane got closer to
Josh. She would never admit it, but they seemed to get
more intimate with each passing day. They spent every
noon hour together and both were extremely comfortable
around each other, which she hoped wasn't noticed by her
fellow teachers. With the fall semester coming to an
end, Josh and the other three interns would return to
university for classes to finish their education. As was
customary in the school, all of the regular teachers
took the four out for a final celebration dinner at a
nice restaurant.
Jane also did something that she had never done before.
She lied to her husband about going out on a Friday
night. Half of what she said was true. It was a
celebration to say goodbye to the four trainees, but she
was not going specifically to be with her girlfriends.
Jane's stomach was full of butterflies when she thought
about a specific young man and her heart raced at the
possibility of spending time with Josh in a party
environment.
These parties usually didn't last too late and this one
wasn't any different. Most of the regular teachers
departed about nine, leaving only a couple stragglers
with Jane besides the four trainees. It wasn't long
before Brad and the two young female trainees left the
party, inviting the rest to join them on a bar hoping
experience. Everyone declined and soon the only two
remaining were Josh and Jane who admitted having too
many glasses of wine.
Jane was never one to handle her booze that good and she
felt fairly tipsy even though the hour was still early.
When Josh offered her one more drink, she kidded that a
married woman shouldn't be sitting around drinking with
a strange man. "Are you trying to get me drunk young
man?" Jane stared at Josh and her heart fluttered when
she noticed his knowing, seductive smile.
Josh leaned across the table until he was mere inches
away from her. "Yes! I am going to feed you alcohol and
then take you out to my car where I'm going to kiss you
all over," he whispered. "Then I'm going to drive you to
my place."
Jane blinked at the young man's bold predictions, but
her heart continued to pound. "But whatever would we do
at your place? You wouldn't take advantage of a woman
who has had too much to drink, would you?"
"I wouldn't do anything the woman didn't want."
"That's what I am afraid of," she whispered, feeling her
tummy shudder with anticipation. "What if the woman
didn't ask you to... to touch her?"
"I would look the lady in the eye and beg her," Josh
whispered. "Beg for her hand and for her beautiful, sexy
body."
"Huuummm, I think we should go since we are the only
ones left," she said. Josh's compliments were
flattering, as no one called her sexy these days, and
certainly not her husband who seemed too disinterested.
Jane decided to leave her car and catch a ride with Josh
who wisely planned for such an occurrence. He consumed
very little and remained sober, which enabled him to
drive. They walked out to the parking lot hand-in-hand
and Jane wasn't sure why she seemed a little giddy and
bewildered. Josh walked her to the passenger door and
turned her around so they faced each other. Jane sort of
looked up at him and didn't move away when he slowly
bent over to kiss her.
The area was dark and no one noticed the two shadowy
figures standing next to the car. Jane was breathless in
no time and luckily the kiss broke before she collapsed.
She let Josh open the door for her and got into the car
knowing what to expect once they got to his apartment.
The ride was quiet and neither said much, as nothing
seemed appropriate for such an expectant, intimate
moment.
When Josh escorted her into the apartment, he
immediately pushed her up against the wall. The
resulting kiss was feverish and it seemed a continuation
from the one in the parking lot. Josh moved to rain
kisses all over her flushed face, down her neck and onto
her shoulders. He pulled her clothing out of the way and
managed to taste the rich delights of her upper chest
and bare shoulders, before returning to her lips.
Without warning her feet were moving and she quickly
found herself in Josh's bedroom. There were arms and
hands all over the place, as the action was fast and
furious. The art of undressing seemed too painstaking
and the struggle was to strip without breaking the
prolonged kiss. In no time she was naked and standing on
her tiptoes, trying to display her intense passion for
the man of her dreams.
When the back of legs hit the side of the bed, she
tumbled backwards. Josh's dexterity prevented a big fall
and he gently let her hit the bed before landing on top
of her. Jane's temperature was at a feverish level and
not much mattered to her other than the young man in her
arms. She felt him pull away and reach to the side.
"It's okay. You don't need that," she whispered.
Josh straightened and arched his back so he could look
into her eyes. At that exact moment, Jane felt her labia
being cut in two. She stopped breathing when her vagina
spread and slowly surrounded the long thick, black
penis. Jane vowed not to take another breath until Josh
was fully embedded and she felt like a little girl
again. A girl so happy and content that she didn't want
to wait. At first her hips jerked randomly, as she
desperately thrust up at the young man.
Josh felt the intense heat consume his moral fiber. He
too pumped his hips in a very random fashion and there
was no magical rhythm. Each person seemed to think speed
was of the utmost essence for satisfying the other's
desire, as their hips thrust madly at each other. They
experienced wild sexual lust at 11 o'clock; they made
mad, passionate love at 12 o'clock and experienced
animal ecstasy at 1 o'clock.
Even though it was late, Jane hesitated going home. It
was definitely late, but the lovemaking was too profound
for any rational thinking. It was Josh who came to his
senses after the third earth-shattering climax. "I will
take you home. I wish we could stay like this all night,
but we can't."
"Yes, you're right. I don't usually stay out his late,"
she whispered. "My husband will think I've had too much
to drink."
"I'll always cherish what happened tonight."
Jane was virtually speechless, as her heart seemed to
block her throat. "Huuummm, yes. You don't know what it
means to me... everything."
***
Jane stood at the front of the class when she got hit
with a sudden urge to upchuck. She immediately excused
herself and rushed to the washroom where she threw up.
Her illness was over in no time and she returned to
class, thinking nothing of the tiny event. It wasn't
until she got home and was sitting down for dinner that
the reality hit her. She had suspicions since missing
her period was unusual, but shrugged them off, thinking
that it just wasn't probable that one or two mistakes
could prove disastrous.
About a week later, Jane went in for a checkup because
she was sick on a daily basis, plus the missed period
was a definite indicator that something might be wrong.
When the doctor looked at her after doing all of the
tests, he had the biggest smile on his face. Instantly
her heart beat faster and she knew what to expect. "Well
young lady, you've finally done it. You're going to be a
mother."
Luckily Jane was sitting down because her legs felt like
rubber. She barely answered, as the news was too
shocking even after suspecting something might be amiss.
"I wondered... but didn't want to get my hopes up."
"You're in great shape and perfectly healthy. Everything
should be good and I'm sure your husband will be
overjoyed with the news."
Jane's heart pounded and she was positive her face
looked guilty. "Yea... yes, I can hardly wait to tell
him." Jane glanced down at her feet, too ashamed to look
at her doctor. "He'll be surprised."
"Make sure you have my receptionist arrange all of the
checkups from now till the big day. I would guess that
you are about five or six weeks. Being that this is your
first, we want to make sure everything goes perfectly."
Jane was in a complete daze when she left the doctor's
office and stopped at the front desk. She agreed with
all of the upcoming appointments and departed still in a
highly excited state of mind. It probably wasn't wise to
drive, but Jane was careful and managed to get home
without an accident. She welcomed the quiet solitude, as
her husband wouldn't be home for at least another hour.
She had time to dwell on what to do, which was both
extremely daunting and highly exhilarating.
Jane seriously thought over the timeline for the past
two months. Having sex with three men was something
unimaginable and she tried to put everything in the
proper sequence. Her meeting with Brad was just a short
time after her last period and it was a day after she
had sex with her husband who always used a condom. Then
a week later she attended the seminar with Josh and the
unthinkable happened. She not only had sex with the
young man, but she never even insisted that he use any
protection. Acting like a teenager again still sent
shivers through her entire body, as she remembered the
raunchy yet intimate intercourse.
Making the most important decision of her life was
utterly traumatizing, yet Jane was shocked that it was
possible to reach a drastic solution within minutes. She
had most likely known, which path to take, because she
merely went through the motions of being happily married
during the past two years. Her husband had his business,
which he loved. He devoted most of his time to reaching
the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and she was
beyond material things.
Jane had what she cherished most and something she
dreamed about since grade school. She was expecting the
most precious gift, which would always be God's gift.
Jane suspected who made her pregnant and prayed she was
right. Not that it made a difference because she was no
longer willing to wait. She had grown distant from her
husband and the decision for divorce gave her peace of
mind. Jane's only worries now were for her baby and a
possible union with the father.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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