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This is the second part of the “Near Miss” story and the third instalment in the series that started with “Please Miss!” and follows a young man’s lustful adventures with his English teacher.
I gulped, suddenly realising just how vulnerable I was. Miss Smales knelt between my legs, her hand cupping my balls, gently massaging my swollen, tender nuts as Miss Markham absent-mindedly stroked my cock with a faint smile on her face.
“You didn’t answer my question, Richard.” she said “Did you enjoy the show? Did it turn you on, watching me get dressed? I saw you watching me in the mirror and I know you never took your eyes off me the whole time.”
“You really are a naughty b*y, aren’t you, Richard?” Miss Smales giggled from her place between my legs. “Fancy spying on lovely Gina when she didn’t have any clothes on. I think we’re going to have to find a special punishment for you.”
“I still want to know if he enjoyed watching me, the little pervert.”
“Of course he enjoyed watching, Gina. He probably sat there with a hard-on through the whole thing, didn’t you, you dirty little sod?”
At this, Miss Smales slid out of the way and stood up, allowing Miss Markham to step directly in front of me. Miss Smales stepped behind Miss Markham and pulled the hair back from the side of Gina’s face, bending slightly to kiss her neck.
“So what did you find more of a turn on, Richard? Was it Gina’s tits?” At this point, Miss Smales reached up, cupping Miss Markham’s small, dark nippled breasts, squeezing and pinching at them, making Miss Markham moan softly.
“Or was it her pussy that you found hot?” Her hands left the soft breasts to slide down across the olive-skinned belly, delving into the dark-pelted triangle at the juncture of Miss Markham’s thighs, spreading the lips to reveal the pink flesh hidden inside. A single finger dipped inside to spread some more moisture out into the hairs surrounding the pink softness.
“Or are you an ass man?” Miss Smales asked, turning Miss Markham round and pulling her arse cheeks apart to reveal the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. By now my cock was throbbing and jumping with every heartbeat.
Miss Smales let go of Miss Markham’s ass and taking her face in both hands, kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue probing deeply between her lips. Gina responded by wrapping her arms around Miss Smales slim waist and pulling her close.
“Oh God, Jenny,” Gina moaned, “I’ve missed this. I hated the week you were away on your course and either you’ve been busy since or I have, what with meetings and appointments.”
“I know, Gina, I missed you too when I was away. However, we still have to decide what we’re going to do about him.” Miss Smales nodded her head in my direction, deigning to notice that I was still there, stretched between the bar and the weights on the floor with my erection throbbing and jerking at the sight of these two women, kissing and embracing each other’s naked bodies.
“I’d forgotten about the dirty little pervert.” Miss Markham said “I know we’re going to have to punish him for his behaviour, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t have some fun with him first.”
Miss Smales leaned down and began to whisper in Miss Markham’s ear. When she had finished, Miss Markham nodded enthusiastically and walked back to the changing room, returning a few minutes later with something which she put down out of my line of sight. She came up behind me, pressing her nipples against my back and I felt her pubic hair brush against my arse cheeks as she reached round my body to take a grip on my stiff cock. She began to pump at my erection, slowly at first, but building in speed, getting faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm approaching but as I started to breathe faster and my hips started to jerk, she stopped. She had brought me to the very edge and then pulled back, denying me the release that, by now, I so desperately wanted.
Miss Smales walked over to me and, after kissing me on the lips, whispered in my ear.
“I’m going to have some fun with Gina and you’re going to watch everything we do. You won’t be able to do anything to relieve the frustration so you’ll just have to wait until we’re ready to deal with you. We wouldn’t want you playing with yourself and wasting all that lovely spunk that’s building up in your balls, would we?”
“No Miss.”
The frustration must have been apparent in my voice because she kissed me again and then went to lie down in front of me, head towards me, feet facing away. She drew her knees up, spread her legs and began to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy. I felt Miss Markham’s hand slide across my arse as she came round in front of me.
She knelt, straddling Miss Smales’ head, and Miss Smales reached up, parting the dark-haired lips to reveal the tender pink flesh within. She locked eyes with me, extended her tongue and licked slowly along the exposed flesh, pushing it deep into Gina’s pussy before withdrawing it and starting the stroke all over again. Over and over again, she licked at Miss Markham’s pussy, never once breaking eye contact with me and I could tell that she was also watching my cock twitch and jerk with every stroke of her tongue.
Miss Markham began to moan, burying her face between Miss Smales’ thighs and grinding her open pussy against Miss Smales’ tongue and lips. Soon both of the women were panting and groaning as they brought each other to orgasm. My ears were filled with the sounds of their sighs, soft moans and grunts as they ate each other’s pussies and the sheer eroticism of the noises made my cock throb painfully. My balls ached with the pent-up cum contained within them and a trail of thin, watery precum trailed from the slit, all the way down the underside of my cock and began to drip from my balls onto the polished wood floor.
Suddenly a low prolonged scream burst from Miss Markham’s throat and she began to thrash as Miss Smales concentrated all her attention on the engorged clit, swollen and tender, protruding from the forest of dark hair. She convulsed as her orgasm washed over her, clamping her thighs around Miss Smales’ head and not once did Miss Smales take her eyes off mine, drinking in every twitch of my cock and every reaction to what I was watching.
As their orgasms subsided, Miss Smales disentangled herself from between Miss Markham’s muscular thighs and walked towards me. She kissed me on the mouth and I tasted Miss Markham on her lips and tongue, stronger and more musky than the sweetness of Miss Smales but pleasant all the same. I returned the kiss, savouring the taste.
“I think he really likes the taste of your cunny juice, darling Gina” she chuckled. “He’s almost sucking my face off trying to get every last drop.”
Miss Markham uncurled herself from the floor, walked over to where Miss Smales and I stood. She slowly inserted three fingers deep into her pussy, stirring them around, sighing softly before pulling them out and raising them to my lips. I strained my neck forward trying to suck on her fingers but she kept them just out of my reach. After a few moments of watching me strain, she relented and I sucked greedily, licking at her fingers.
“He does seem to like it, doesn’t he?” she said. “It’s just a pity we can’t untie him yet. I’d love to let him eat me out.”
“Maybe later, Gina. We’ve still got to punish him for being a naughty b*y and then maybe we can let him loose on you.”
Miss Markham shrugged and walked out of my line of sight, while Miss Smales knelt between my legs. She stretched her hand down and, using her finger, wiped the small puddle of precum from the floor beneath my swollen and tender balls. She raised her finger to her lips, sucked at it and a small moan of pleasure escaped her.
She turned her attention back to my cock, licking at the slit, lapping at the precum still oozing from the tip and then licking down the length of my hard prick to my balls. She sucked one tender ball into her mouth then the other and the feeling was exquisitely painful but pleasurable at the same time. She licked back up the length of my erection and then slid her mouth over the tip of my cock.
As her lips reached the base of my cock I heard a swish behind be and then felt the burning shock of pain as Miss Markham’s favourite cane slashed across my exposed arse. I yelled aloud and my pelvis thrust forward, trying to escape the pain behind me. My cock slid a little further down Miss Smales’ throat and she pulled back slightly. My balls were aching for release but the stroke of the cane, painful and pleasurable at the same time, had delayed my ejaculation. Miss Smales slid her mouth down my cock again, my balls tightened ready to shoot my load and again the swish of the cane, followed by the stinging smack of rattan held back my urge to cum.
Miss Smales took my cock deep into her throat ten more times and ten more times Miss Markham smacked me sharply across the arse cheeks with her cane. I hovered in limbo, always on the brink of coming and yet always denied the final release. Miss Smales looked up at me, her mouth still wrapped around my stiffness and I swear I saw a twinkle in her eyes. Miss Markham’s hand touched my lightly on my shoulder and then I felt two of her fingers, slick with lube, slip between my arse cheeks and position themselves at my arsehole. I relaxed slightly and her fingers slid all the way in, right to the hilt.
“bloody hell, Gina, what did you just do to him?” Miss Smales asked “His cock felt like it just grew two inches longer and got a lot thicker.”
“I don’t know, Jenny.” she replied “I put a little lube on his arse and as I tried to work it in, my fingers went right up his bum with no resistance.”
Miss Smales looked up at me quizzically and then suddenly, she grinned.
“Richard, I want you to be honest with me. How long have you known that you’re bisexual?”
“About two years, Miss.” I confessed “Pretty much since I first started having sex. I think I’ve always found other boys as sexually attractive as girls.”
“I’m guessing that it’s not the first time you’ve had something up your arse either, is it?”
“No, Miss. There are a couple of b*ys who are like me and who I trust to fuck me without it getting around the school.”
She looked at Miss Markham, who was staring at her with confusion and smiled.
“It’s the only explanation, Gina. He had to be bisexual, and better than that, a bisexual who’s had anal sex before because when he felt your fingers at his arse, he relaxed. Most guys would tense and you’d have to work to get your fingers in, but he didn’t. He opened the door and let you in.”
“You mean . . .” Miss Markham’s voice tailed off as realisation dawned
“Go get your toy, Gina. I think you’re in for a surprise.”
Miss Markham disappeared into the changing rooms only to reappear two minutes later with something in her hand, which she gave to Miss Smales. Miss Smales untangled some straps to reveal a strap-on dildo about six and a half inches long and an inch and a half in width.
“Do you think you can take this, Richard?” she asked
“I should be able to, Miss. One of the other b*ys is longer and thicker than that and I don’t have too many problems with him”
Miss Smales wrapped two of the straps around around Miss Markham’s waist, buckling them tight, before passing the remaining two straps between Miss Markham’s legs and fastening them at the hip. The dildo now stuck out from Miss Markham’s groin, stiff, erect and curving slightly upwards. Miss Smales picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some on to the shaft of the dildo. She formed a loose fist and began to wank the dildo, spreading the lube evenly over its entire surface.
“Take it slowly at first, Gina, darling. I know he said he can take it, but go carefully.”
Miss Markham nodded and eased behind me. Miss Smales pressed herself against my front so that I could feel the tuft of pubic hair above her pussy brushing against my erection and, reaching around my body, spread my arse cheeks for Miss Markham. I felt the tip of the dildo at my opening and relaxed, allowing Miss Markham to push forward, slowly sliding the full length of the dildo into my rectum. She stopped when her stiff nipples pressed against my back. I took a deep breath, relaxing, revelling in the feeling of being penetrated by this woman.
Miss Smales sank to her knees, placing her lips around my cock and sucking at the sensitive head. One of her hands cupped my tender balls and as she began to wank my hard shaft with the other, so Miss Markham began to move her hips, slowly withdrawing the dildo from my arse before pushing it back in. It didn’t take her long to find a steady rhythm and soon she was fucking my arse with gusto. The pressure in my arse and the stimulation of my prostate was beginning to drive me over the brink, I could feel the spunk rising and my legs began to tremble with the strain of trying to hold back my cum.
Miss Smales increased her tempo, sucking harder and wanking faster until I could take no more. With a deep groan, my cum exploded from my cock, rapidly filling her mouth. She tried to contain it but some squirted out between her lips and my cock to drip down her chin.
Miss Markham withdrew her dildo from my arse and I sagged against my bonds, trembling with the sensations unleashed by my orgasm and my treatment at the hands of these women. She reached up and released the ropes holding my hands to the bar and I sank to my knees shaking.
Miss Smales stood and went to Miss Markham, kissing her on the lips. As they separated, I saw cum on both of their lips and I knew what had happened, that they had shared the cum I had so recently pumped into Miss Smales’ mouth.
They came to sit either side of me and Miss Markham licked her lips clean as Miss Smales untied my ankles. Miss Markham kissed my cheek and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“You know, Richard,” she said “you’re the first guy I’ve ever fucked like that. I’ve fucked Jenny and she’s fucked me but the few guys I’ve tried it with don’t want to know. They’re so tense I can’t even get one finger in them without some effort, even with the lube.”
“I told you that you might be surprised, Gina.” said Miss Smales, coming to lean against my other shoulder.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Richard, and on your way home. I have a feeling that we’ll all be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future.”
I gulped, suddenly realising just how vulnerable I was. Miss Smales knelt between my legs, her hand cupping my balls, gently massaging my swollen, tender nuts as Miss Markham absent-mindedly stroked my cock with a faint smile on her face.
“You didn’t answer my question, Richard.” she said “Did you enjoy the show? Did it turn you on, watching me get dressed? I saw you watching me in the mirror and I know you never took your eyes off me the whole time.”
“You really are a naughty b*y, aren’t you, Richard?” Miss Smales giggled from her place between my legs. “Fancy spying on lovely Gina when she didn’t have any clothes on. I think we’re going to have to find a special punishment for you.”
“I still want to know if he enjoyed watching me, the little pervert.”
“Of course he enjoyed watching, Gina. He probably sat there with a hard-on through the whole thing, didn’t you, you dirty little sod?”
At this, Miss Smales slid out of the way and stood up, allowing Miss Markham to step directly in front of me. Miss Smales stepped behind Miss Markham and pulled the hair back from the side of Gina’s face, bending slightly to kiss her neck.
“So what did you find more of a turn on, Richard? Was it Gina’s tits?” At this point, Miss Smales reached up, cupping Miss Markham’s small, dark nippled breasts, squeezing and pinching at them, making Miss Markham moan softly.
“Or was it her pussy that you found hot?” Her hands left the soft breasts to slide down across the olive-skinned belly, delving into the dark-pelted triangle at the juncture of Miss Markham’s thighs, spreading the lips to reveal the pink flesh hidden inside. A single finger dipped inside to spread some more moisture out into the hairs surrounding the pink softness.
“Or are you an ass man?” Miss Smales asked, turning Miss Markham round and pulling her arse cheeks apart to reveal the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. By now my cock was throbbing and jumping with every heartbeat.
Miss Smales let go of Miss Markham’s ass and taking her face in both hands, kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue probing deeply between her lips. Gina responded by wrapping her arms around Miss Smales slim waist and pulling her close.
“Oh God, Jenny,” Gina moaned, “I’ve missed this. I hated the week you were away on your course and either you’ve been busy since or I have, what with meetings and appointments.”
“I know, Gina, I missed you too when I was away. However, we still have to decide what we’re going to do about him.” Miss Smales nodded her head in my direction, deigning to notice that I was still there, stretched between the bar and the weights on the floor with my erection throbbing and jerking at the sight of these two women, kissing and embracing each other’s naked bodies.
“I’d forgotten about the dirty little pervert.” Miss Markham said “I know we’re going to have to punish him for his behaviour, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t have some fun with him first.”
Miss Smales leaned down and began to whisper in Miss Markham’s ear. When she had finished, Miss Markham nodded enthusiastically and walked back to the changing room, returning a few minutes later with something which she put down out of my line of sight. She came up behind me, pressing her nipples against my back and I felt her pubic hair brush against my arse cheeks as she reached round my body to take a grip on my stiff cock. She began to pump at my erection, slowly at first, but building in speed, getting faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm approaching but as I started to breathe faster and my hips started to jerk, she stopped. She had brought me to the very edge and then pulled back, denying me the release that, by now, I so desperately wanted.
Miss Smales walked over to me and, after kissing me on the lips, whispered in my ear.
“I’m going to have some fun with Gina and you’re going to watch everything we do. You won’t be able to do anything to relieve the frustration so you’ll just have to wait until we’re ready to deal with you. We wouldn’t want you playing with yourself and wasting all that lovely spunk that’s building up in your balls, would we?”
“No Miss.”
The frustration must have been apparent in my voice because she kissed me again and then went to lie down in front of me, head towards me, feet facing away. She drew her knees up, spread her legs and began to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy. I felt Miss Markham’s hand slide across my arse as she came round in front of me.
She knelt, straddling Miss Smales’ head, and Miss Smales reached up, parting the dark-haired lips to reveal the tender pink flesh within. She locked eyes with me, extended her tongue and licked slowly along the exposed flesh, pushing it deep into Gina’s pussy before withdrawing it and starting the stroke all over again. Over and over again, she licked at Miss Markham’s pussy, never once breaking eye contact with me and I could tell that she was also watching my cock twitch and jerk with every stroke of her tongue.
Miss Markham began to moan, burying her face between Miss Smales’ thighs and grinding her open pussy against Miss Smales’ tongue and lips. Soon both of the women were panting and groaning as they brought each other to orgasm. My ears were filled with the sounds of their sighs, soft moans and grunts as they ate each other’s pussies and the sheer eroticism of the noises made my cock throb painfully. My balls ached with the pent-up cum contained within them and a trail of thin, watery precum trailed from the slit, all the way down the underside of my cock and began to drip from my balls onto the polished wood floor.
Suddenly a low prolonged scream burst from Miss Markham’s throat and she began to thrash as Miss Smales concentrated all her attention on the engorged clit, swollen and tender, protruding from the forest of dark hair. She convulsed as her orgasm washed over her, clamping her thighs around Miss Smales’ head and not once did Miss Smales take her eyes off mine, drinking in every twitch of my cock and every reaction to what I was watching.
As their orgasms subsided, Miss Smales disentangled herself from between Miss Markham’s muscular thighs and walked towards me. She kissed me on the mouth and I tasted Miss Markham on her lips and tongue, stronger and more musky than the sweetness of Miss Smales but pleasant all the same. I returned the kiss, savouring the taste.
“I think he really likes the taste of your cunny juice, darling Gina” she chuckled. “He’s almost sucking my face off trying to get every last drop.”
Miss Markham uncurled herself from the floor, walked over to where Miss Smales and I stood. She slowly inserted three fingers deep into her pussy, stirring them around, sighing softly before pulling them out and raising them to my lips. I strained my neck forward trying to suck on her fingers but she kept them just out of my reach. After a few moments of watching me strain, she relented and I sucked greedily, licking at her fingers.
“He does seem to like it, doesn’t he?” she said. “It’s just a pity we can’t untie him yet. I’d love to let him eat me out.”
“Maybe later, Gina. We’ve still got to punish him for being a naughty b*y and then maybe we can let him loose on you.”
Miss Markham shrugged and walked out of my line of sight, while Miss Smales knelt between my legs. She stretched her hand down and, using her finger, wiped the small puddle of precum from the floor beneath my swollen and tender balls. She raised her finger to her lips, sucked at it and a small moan of pleasure escaped her.
She turned her attention back to my cock, licking at the slit, lapping at the precum still oozing from the tip and then licking down the length of my hard prick to my balls. She sucked one tender ball into her mouth then the other and the feeling was exquisitely painful but pleasurable at the same time. She licked back up the length of my erection and then slid her mouth over the tip of my cock.
As her lips reached the base of my cock I heard a swish behind be and then felt the burning shock of pain as Miss Markham’s favourite cane slashed across my exposed arse. I yelled aloud and my pelvis thrust forward, trying to escape the pain behind me. My cock slid a little further down Miss Smales’ throat and she pulled back slightly. My balls were aching for release but the stroke of the cane, painful and pleasurable at the same time, had delayed my ejaculation. Miss Smales slid her mouth down my cock again, my balls tightened ready to shoot my load and again the swish of the cane, followed by the stinging smack of rattan held back my urge to cum.
Miss Smales took my cock deep into her throat ten more times and ten more times Miss Markham smacked me sharply across the arse cheeks with her cane. I hovered in limbo, always on the brink of coming and yet always denied the final release. Miss Smales looked up at me, her mouth still wrapped around my stiffness and I swear I saw a twinkle in her eyes. Miss Markham’s hand touched my lightly on my shoulder and then I felt two of her fingers, slick with lube, slip between my arse cheeks and position themselves at my arsehole. I relaxed slightly and her fingers slid all the way in, right to the hilt.
“bloody hell, Gina, what did you just do to him?” Miss Smales asked “His cock felt like it just grew two inches longer and got a lot thicker.”
“I don’t know, Jenny.” she replied “I put a little lube on his arse and as I tried to work it in, my fingers went right up his bum with no resistance.”
Miss Smales looked up at me quizzically and then suddenly, she grinned.
“Richard, I want you to be honest with me. How long have you known that you’re bisexual?”
“About two years, Miss.” I confessed “Pretty much since I first started having sex. I think I’ve always found other boys as sexually attractive as girls.”
“I’m guessing that it’s not the first time you’ve had something up your arse either, is it?”
“No, Miss. There are a couple of b*ys who are like me and who I trust to fuck me without it getting around the school.”
She looked at Miss Markham, who was staring at her with confusion and smiled.
“It’s the only explanation, Gina. He had to be bisexual, and better than that, a bisexual who’s had anal sex before because when he felt your fingers at his arse, he relaxed. Most guys would tense and you’d have to work to get your fingers in, but he didn’t. He opened the door and let you in.”
“You mean . . .” Miss Markham’s voice tailed off as realisation dawned
“Go get your toy, Gina. I think you’re in for a surprise.”
Miss Markham disappeared into the changing rooms only to reappear two minutes later with something in her hand, which she gave to Miss Smales. Miss Smales untangled some straps to reveal a strap-on dildo about six and a half inches long and an inch and a half in width.
“Do you think you can take this, Richard?” she asked
“I should be able to, Miss. One of the other b*ys is longer and thicker than that and I don’t have too many problems with him”
Miss Smales wrapped two of the straps around around Miss Markham’s waist, buckling them tight, before passing the remaining two straps between Miss Markham’s legs and fastening them at the hip. The dildo now stuck out from Miss Markham’s groin, stiff, erect and curving slightly upwards. Miss Smales picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some on to the shaft of the dildo. She formed a loose fist and began to wank the dildo, spreading the lube evenly over its entire surface.
“Take it slowly at first, Gina, darling. I know he said he can take it, but go carefully.”
Miss Markham nodded and eased behind me. Miss Smales pressed herself against my front so that I could feel the tuft of pubic hair above her pussy brushing against my erection and, reaching around my body, spread my arse cheeks for Miss Markham. I felt the tip of the dildo at my opening and relaxed, allowing Miss Markham to push forward, slowly sliding the full length of the dildo into my rectum. She stopped when her stiff nipples pressed against my back. I took a deep breath, relaxing, revelling in the feeling of being penetrated by this woman.
Miss Smales sank to her knees, placing her lips around my cock and sucking at the sensitive head. One of her hands cupped my tender balls and as she began to wank my hard shaft with the other, so Miss Markham began to move her hips, slowly withdrawing the dildo from my arse before pushing it back in. It didn’t take her long to find a steady rhythm and soon she was fucking my arse with gusto. The pressure in my arse and the stimulation of my prostate was beginning to drive me over the brink, I could feel the spunk rising and my legs began to tremble with the strain of trying to hold back my cum.
Miss Smales increased her tempo, sucking harder and wanking faster until I could take no more. With a deep groan, my cum exploded from my cock, rapidly filling her mouth. She tried to contain it but some squirted out between her lips and my cock to drip down her chin.
Miss Markham withdrew her dildo from my arse and I sagged against my bonds, trembling with the sensations unleashed by my orgasm and my treatment at the hands of these women. She reached up and released the ropes holding my hands to the bar and I sank to my knees shaking.
Miss Smales stood and went to Miss Markham, kissing her on the lips. As they separated, I saw cum on both of their lips and I knew what had happened, that they had shared the cum I had so recently pumped into Miss Smales’ mouth.
They came to sit either side of me and Miss Markham licked her lips clean as Miss Smales untied my ankles. Miss Markham kissed my cheek and leaned her head on my shoulder.
“You know, Richard,” she said “you’re the first guy I’ve ever fucked like that. I’ve fucked Jenny and she’s fucked me but the few guys I’ve tried it with don’t want to know. They’re so tense I can’t even get one finger in them without some effort, even with the lube.”
“I told you that you might be surprised, Gina.” said Miss Smales, coming to lean against my other shoulder.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Richard, and on your way home. I have a feeling that we’ll all be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future.”
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