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Your sins will find you out … Hell, and sometimes they’ll bite you full on the ass. Mandy knew that the green micro-bikini was not a coincidence. She had no clear recollection of having told Gavin about it, but maybe she had mentioned Mandy Summers at some point during their reckless evening, provided enough information for him to track down the photos online; the swimwear he had located was virtually identical to that from which she had stripped during her bygone shoot. Christ, he must have had a fucking boner when he purchased it, one from which, looking at his straining trouser crotch, he had not yet recovered.

She was still smarting from having to prepare the show house—adjust the thermostat, set the mood-lighting and arrange music on the stereo—in bikini and heels, while he watched her silently, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He had even made her put the coat back on so she could carry out a grand unveiling for his bloody nephew and poor Christina. The expression on the girl’s face when the coat had come off … She hadn’t known where to look, and so she just stared. And now it fell to Amanda had to prep the girl, in the same scant costume, for what was next. She grabbed the champagne bottle, her only support in the circumstances.

“Have another glass,” she said, and brooked no refusal when they were huddled, semi-shielded in a corner of the kitchen. “Go on, get that down. It’ll help, trust me.” She watched as Christina gulped the sparkling liquid, spluttering in reaction.

“Okay, honey?”

“Bubbles went up my nose. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Take it slowly, but drink it.” Bloody hell … The girl’s sex appeal was indirectly proportionate to her street smarts. No wonder Josh had wanted to fuck her again so much, all that gauche eroticism she gave off at every turn she took. Had Amanda ever been this clueless? Possibly, but her sense of adventure hadn’t been restricted by a dull boyfriend. She had learnt quickly. Well, Christina with her dizzy-blonde vibe and her boob-enhancing cocktail dress was going to learn damned quickly tonight, that was for sure.

“Good,” she said, when her hapless student had knocked back another half-glass on her insistence. She drank swiftly from her own glass. “We’ve been a pair of silly girls, haven’t we?”

“Yes Miss.” Christina’s voice was mournful, but she sounded comforted to be stuck in the mess with her teacher. “Oh God, how did this happen? What are we going to do?”

“What we have to.” There was no time here for drama and schoolgirl nonsense—some straight-talking was required. “Christina, look at me.” The student did, no doubt relieved to avert her gaze from her teacher’s stacked bosom. Her eyes were blue and beautiful and sparkling from the beginning of tears. She was a little stunner in that dress. “We know what got us into this,” Amanda told her, “and it’s the same thing that’s going to get us out. No ‘ifs’, no ‘buts’. I’ve thought it through, believe me, and they’ve got us where they want us. We’re as good as fucked, both of us, so let’s get on with it and let them have their fun. Be honest—neither of us were complaining about it last time. All we’re doing is the same thing over again.”

“But Miss,” Christina protested in a hiss, “this is wrong. It shouldn’t be happening, not like this. Not at all.”

“No, it shouldn’t.” Amanda dropped her voice to match the level of her student’s. “And sometime in the future I’m going to fuck over that bastard some way he and his cocky nephew won’t ever forget. But for tonight …” She laid a palm on Christina’s cheek. “… The situation is what it is. We do what we have to and we act like we enjoy it.”

“Like we …”

“You heard me. We don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing us shocked. There’s no way out, so we embrace it.”

“But … Miss …”

“What are you truly frightened of Christina, that you might end up liking it for real?” The student’s eyes stared wider. She looked lost. “Would that be such a bad thing? Best possible outcome, I’d say. Live the moment, chalk it up to experience. You can’t help still fancying Josh, right? Even though you want to kill him.”

“I suppose, yes.” Christina was delectable in her misery.

“No more can I, his arrogant asshole of an uncle. I’ll make him pay later. I’ll make them both pay. But tonight, we swallow our pride, play their game and play it to the full.”

A shard of anger cut through Christina’s confusion. “He shouldn’t have done that, Miss. Made you … Made you …” She nodded to Amanda’s bikini-clad body, her gaze flicking over it.

“Wear this? Wear it in front of you?”

“In front of me. And Josh.”

“You’re embarrassed to see me like this, aren’t you?”

Christina reddened and nodded.

“You recognise it, don’t you though?” Christina looked at her, shocked and more embarrassed than before. The truth was clear in the girl’s face. “Oh come on, honey, don’t tell me you didn’t check it out online as soon as you left that day. Took a good look at Mandy Summers, it’s not a crime. Here she is for real. She’s kept it all pretty tight, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” The student’s mortification was tempered with admiration and she let her stare linger on her teacher’s body. “Yes, she has.”

“And you’ve seen me do more than pose in a bikini, right?” Shock again, but it gave way to acknowledgement more quickly this time. “You’ve seen my tape. And I’ve seen yours.” She stroked Christina’s face to calm the girl, staring into her brimming eyes. “And do you know what? You looked fabulous. Totally fucking hot. A beautiful sexy young woman, doing what came to her so naturally. Enjoying her body. They call us sluts … Let them. Own it, sweetheart, ‘cos all it means is we enjoy sex as much as they do.”

“But we cheated …” Christina moaned.

“And we’re paying the price. Guilt serves us nothing tonight, baby, so when they throw it in our faces we’ll take it and keep going. Shameless is what we need to be. Shamelessness will get us out of this.”

Christina’s cheek was fevered beneath Amanda’s touch, her body shivering and with more than fear. “We’re so similar, you and me,” she told her student. “We’re both naughty curious girls and look at the trouble it’s gotten us into. You know if we weren’t teacher and student, I think we’d be really good friends, don’t you, Christina?”

The response was the breathiest of whispers. “Yes. Yes, Miss, I do.”

Damn that bastard, Amanda thought. He knew I’d love this. Love seducing her. And he knows how much I’ll love fucking her and fucking with her. How much I’ll enjoy her body and her mind … She resisted giving in to the notion completely. It was damnably difficult, with Christina’s curves all accentuated, her blond hair brushing her neck, the mascara threatening to run down her sweet face. She was, after all, going to be saving the girl from a much worse fate.

Damn him …

“Come on, sweetheart,” she said, kissing her student sweetly on the cheek. “The men are waiting. Let’s go out there and show them what we’ve got.”

~~~~

Maybe it was the surge of alcohol in her system, or maybe it was her teacher’s steely defiance, but in that moment Christina’s confidence resurfaced for the first time since Josh had shown her the film. If Miss Winter could display this much spirit when made to wear a sinfully small bikini, then she could find the same in herself to make it through the evening. There was even a hint of pride that she and Amanda were standing together, their solidarity more sisterly than that of student and teacher. And yes, she was a grown-up and she could do what she’d thought she could not—look on this woman in all her beauty without blushing. Miss was refusing to lose face, so they would be naked and proud together—braving all that their horny blackmailers had in store.

It made her tremble again, even as her stare locked with Amanda’s. Fear—less of the control that had been taken from her, and more of that other emotion, the one her teacher was encouraging her to embrace. The one her conscience so much wanted to deny.

“Okay, enough girl-talk. You’re wanted in here.”

Josh’s voice was cheery and brim-full of expectation. His words shocked Christina out of her reverie. Oh God, this was real. This was happening.

Miss Winter reached out and squeezed her hand. Even close to naked the woman had a teacherly reassurance. Then she leaned close and whispered into her ear with an intimacy that made the student shudder. “You’ve no real idea what’s going to happen out there, do you?”

“No. No, I don’t.”

“And that excites the hell out of you, doesn’t it?”

Miss Winter had called her on it and the truth made her want to weep. “Yes.”

Amanda led the way, her hot ass swaying, fingers reaching behind to link with her student’s as they returned. Josh’s gaze was all over them both as they passed. Gavin McClain was seated on the sofa, one leg thrown across the other in an attitude of supreme relaxation. “I thought a change of music was appropriate—something less bland,” Josh said, following them inside; he toned down the lighting slightly, before throwing himself into the armchair opposite his uncle. “Something a bit more dance-y.”

The jazz was gone, replaced by a house-mix the same or similar to that Josh had played her in the car. Base rumbled through Christina, complimenting her thudding heart; the effect seemed to stir up the alcohol’s fumes so that she became momentarily giddy, glad of her teacher’s grip on her hand. The air was thick with electronic noise and scary possibilities.

“Go ahead, girls,” Gavin said. “Dance for us. We’re watching.”

Amanda took her other hand to provide added support. Caught between the gazes of their two voyeurs, their bodies bathed in the room’s soft lighting, Christina and Miss Winter swayed to the rhythm.

It was tricky at first in heels and under scrutiny from both sides of the room. The younger girl kept her back turned to Josh and focused on the music’s syncopated beats, letting its trance-y effects envelop her. She was dancing, like at a sexy club, only with her beloved modern languages teacher nearly naked before her. How unutterably surreal.

Amanda let go her hands and moved independently with a graceful slink, triangles of bikini-top clinging to her melon-like breasts, her nipples bristling against the tight fabric. The soft bounce of that gorgeous bosom as she danced was mesmerising in itself and the student gave herself up to the sight, till she caught the sly smile on her teacher’s face and felt her blush return. Amanda palmed and squeezed her own breasts, biting her lips in mock-ecstasy, her eyes challenging Christina to look away. The schoolgirl did not, smiling instead at her mentor’s brazenness, embracing the moment and loving her dance-partner’s shame-free exploration of her own body. What poise, what confidence …

“I think the student is overdressed,” Gavin commented. His voice, cutting through the music, made Christina jump. “What do you think, Josh?”

“I agree. I think her teacher should help her out of that sexy black number.”

Christina’s pulse quickened. Rhythm and synthesised music had allowed her to lose herself for a moment. She looked to Amanda who nodded, eyes staring expectantly; there was a hint of sympathy, but significantly more expectation. Blood was pounding in her ears along with the beat from the stereo as she turned about, proffering her back. Lacquered fingernails brushed her skin as Amanda unclipped her dress, then drew the zipper all the way down to the base of her spine. With a touch so light it made her tingle, the spaghetti straps were drawn away from her shoulders.

Christina gasped at the sensation, at the idea of her teacher getting her naked. Her eyes lighted on Josh, lying back in the armchair and luxuriously palming his crotch, relishing the view as her dress-front fell away from her tits, leaving them exposed. Amanda urged the garment a little further and it fell away completely, so that she stood in nothing but heels and a tiny black thong.

“Fuck yes, that’s beautiful.” Her blackmailer looked like he was in heaven.

Then Amanda’s warm hands were on her flesh, turning her around, guiding her back into the dance, and she was moving, stripped of all but a lacy wisp of modesty before her teacher’s bold stare. “Beautiful? I’d have said ‘spectacular’,” the older woman whispered into her ear, fingertips brushing her clavicle and her neck. Embarrassment fused itself with a deep gratitude that Miss Winter liked her body. Amanda’s gaze on her tits distracted from the thought of Josh’s on her naked ass. She danced for her teacher, with her teacher, letting the music take over once more.

Gavin’s voice cut in a second time.

“It’s all off-balance again. Teacher needs to lose something more.” Amanda gave a knowing grimace and reached back to undo herself, as Christina’s heart pumped faster. “No,” Gavin said. “I want the student to do it. Christina, take off your teacher’s bikini top.”

This time the teenager’s heart fluttered. Amanda made to turn around, but once again Gavin intervened. “Stay where you are, Mandy. Christina, reach around and undo it. Get up close.” The thought of contact that intimate stalled her and she swayed ineffectually, unable to act. Amanda rescued the moment, moving up close so that her bikini-clad breasts bumped softly with Christina’s naked pair.

“Do it,” she said. “Do everything he says, darling, and don’t hesitate.” So Christina reached, bosom to bosom, arms linking her teacher in a tender embrace as she untied the bikini-string at the back. Amanda’s breath flowed over her neck; the sense of intimacy was exquisite and near-unbearable. She reached up and tugged loose the strings at the neck, the material shifting under her nipples. Then she moved back and the lime-green triangles fell away to the floor, so that Miss Winter’s gorgeous full breasts swayed free.

Christina’s breath caught and she stared. The moment was beautiful and wrong and she had no idea how to deal with it. Amanda smiled and touched her arm, trying to make it okay, but then Josh’s scary uncle spoke again in that low insistent voice of his and made things even worse.

“Touch your teacher’s breasts, Christina.” God, Josh would simply adore this. Her fingers twitched and she reached out, palms flexing to caress, but once more she stopped short in her motion. How could she do it? Amanda went to take her wrists, but Gavin was having none of it. “Let her do it herself. I want the girl to take some initiative.”

Her teacher’s eyes encouraged and still faltering, Christina closed her delicate hands around Miss Winter’s magnificent breasts. Tentatively she explored, the flesh hot and soft beneath her palms, nipples a hard-peaked contrast. She had never touched another woman like this, let alone the one who taught her the intricacies of German grammar, and the sensation made her tremble.

“You’re being too coy, Christina. There’s so much more to touch. Do it properly.” Every time he spoke it alarmed her, but this time he had risen from his seat to inspect more closely, his voice sounding almost in her ear. She fought back panic, brushing her hands in wider circles, but it was not enough for the older of her two hosts. His broad frame pressed in behind her and his arms banded her body, palms engulfing her hands. Then his grip closed, crushing her palms to Amanda’s breasts, so that they brimmed with pliant flesh. “That’s it,” he said as she squeezed along with him, “cop a good feel of teacher’s tits. You’re not here for half-measures. Go for it, girl.”

He proceeded to knead, his fingers entwined with Christina’s, and she stared in astonishment at her own palms being made to mash Amanda’s breasts in their fullness. The shock was so great it almost distracted from Gavin’s bulged trouser-crotch pressing against her ass. Almost, but not quite.

“Oh God … Oh God …” she whimpered, staring piteously at the beloved teacher she was molesting.

Amanda’s face was livid with emotion. “Dirty fucker,” she spat past Christina at the orchestrator of this situation, but there was more than anger in her voice and her nipples were pumped hard under her student’s coerced attentions.

“Oh shit, yes.” Another voice, one full of young-man lust, added itself to the mix. Josh had come close in order to inspect the scene and, it turned out, to develop it. “Let’s try some of this,” he said, and he tipped the plastic bottle he held so that slippery liquid spilled all over the upper slopes of Amanda’s breasts. Gavin drew Christina’s hands away so that the shiny fluid could roll over the teacher’s mounds, streaming down the cleft between them and dripping from her pointed peaks.

“Now do it yourself,” Gavin told her. “Grope those fucking tits, or my hand will make your pretty schoolgirl bottom smart.” The smack he applied to her buttocks with his broad palm was sharp enough to make her believe it. Panicking properly now she grabbed hold of Miss Winter’s oil-drenched orbs with both hands and fondled.

~~~~

Amanda wanted to kill Gavin. She wanted to fuck him first, and then she wanted to kill him.

Christina’s hands were squeezing her lube-glazed tits in fleshy handfuls and despite the girl’s palpable confusion, her teacher could not deny how much it was turning her on. Turning them both on. Gavin knew it too, as he calibrated how far and how fast to push the student, for his glance signalled clearly over the girl’s shoulder. Take over. He was passing a whispered word to his ramped-up nephew as well, no doubt telling that horny young man to back off till the optimum moment. And that wouldn’t be while Christina’s mind was all screaming panic.

So Mandy Summers took over. Her hands enfolded Christina’s and joined in the kneading motion. She let her stare penetrate deep into the girl’s wide eyes, allowing access to what she was feeling. “It’s okay,” she said, in case the girl hadn’t already guessed. “I like it.” The moment held—joint massage of her slickened breasts, trance-inducing music and locked gazes. Tension eased incrementally. Amanda slid her student’s hands away from her breasts and drew her close so that their bodies touched, bosoms pillowing against each other. “How does this feel?” she asked softly.

“It’s … It’s weird.” Christina’s breath was ragged, her fingers fluttering on the skin of her teacher’s waist.

“Bad weird?”

“No. No, Miss. Just weird.”

Amanda leaned in close, letting her naked flesh compress against Christina’s. Time to clinch this. “There aren’t any rules tonight,” she whispered. “There’s only what happens. No point in resisting, sweetheart, so don’t. It’s all okay.”

Fuck me-e-e-e-e … The girl’s voice on the stereo rang out, plaintive and mesmerising. Fuck me please …

The student’s pretty blue eyes closed and she relaxed into her teacher’s grip. Amanda looked to Josh who was staring back with an excitement he could barely contain. “Bring me the bottle,” she said, and after a stunned pause he complied.

“Yes, ma’am!” His tone remained cheeky as he handed over the lubricant, but the situation was threatening to overwhelm this randy bastard. He watched avidly as she splashed the satin liquid all about Christina’s breasts. The blonde moaned in response; she was all nervous expectation, her eyes round once more as those gravity-defying globes were rendered slippery and glistening. The teacher tossed the bottle back and Josh nearly fumbled it along with what remained of his cool.

He’s excited now? Wait till he sees what’s next.

Amanda’s hands paused as she flexed them. To go with the inevitable was one thing, to admit to her excitement entirely another. Here was a professional taboo she’d never dreamed of breaking, yet what option had Gavin provided her? None—his dubious gift to her. To embrace the moment was the best, the only real way to extricate herself and her student from this tangle. If a taboo required breaking, it should be damn well shattered.

Savouring the moment she let her fingers close around those gorgeous breasts.

Christina gasped. Lubricant oozed beneath Amanda’s palms as she caressed the eighteen-year-old’s warm tit-flesh. “There, that doesn’t feel so bad, does it?” She arrested her student’s gaze with a look that gave vent to all of Mandy Summers’ playfulness. “Naughty’s nice … and this is so fucking naughty, isn’t it?”

“Yes, oh God yes …”

There was a mournful ecstasy in the girl’s voice and her fingertips pressed harder on Amanda’s hips. The teacher let her thumbs glide in circles on those bullet-tips as she cupped, enjoying the arousal of this fully flowering young woman. She’s losing herself. Giving herself over to it. God, I want her. The things I want to do … She wondered if duplicitous Josh was getting all he’d hoped from his teacher-student fantasy. The treacherous part of her wanted to blow his mind and have him shoot his wad in groaning amazement at the eroticism on display. Wetting her upper lip she tweaked Christina’s hard peaks, tugging and joggling so the girl’s boobs shivered and the girl herself cried out. Amanda clutched handfuls and massaged, her desire burning into its shameful object.

“Come here, sweetheart.” She took Christina’s waist and drew them together so that their oiled nipples brushed, breasts compressing together at the tips. “This is what those randy fuckers want to see.” She wriggled so that their tits squished, warm convex surfaces sliding against each other. “Think they’ll like us girls at play?”

“God … Oh God, they’ll love it …”

Amanda smiled. Her student sounded so earnest and was all the more sexy for it.

“Come on, play with me. Forget them.”

Christina clutched her teacher and moved with her in the slippery tease, jaw-dropping delectably as she let arousal possess her. It was there in her eyes as she gripped her partner and slid into their oily dance—surprise and laughter and the haziness of a lust taking over, sexy music weaving a cocoon around them.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, darling.” She gripped Christina’s head with one hand and kissed the girl.

~~~~

Christina held off the merest instant before her mouth softened and yielded. Breast-groping was a bit of titillation for the boys; kissing brought a whole other level of intimacy. As she locked mouths with Amanda and the more experienced woman’s tongue stroked hers, her lower belly fizzed and her pussy blossomed wet, watering along with her mouth. Then those shapely lips withdrew, curling into something close to a taunt.

As Christina panted, embarrassment threatened to overwhelm her. The only way to counter it, she knew, was the total indulgence of this new desire. This time they both committed to the kiss in all its feminine succulence. Lips undulated and tongues curled together as they explored each other’s mouth without restraint. Explored and appreciated. What other option was there than to embrace the strangeness along with Miss Winter’s superb body and melt into near-naked union with her?

And then his voice came out of the darkness. It resounded in her ear like velvet and steel. “That’s right, Christina. Kiss teacher. Kiss her deep.”

The proximity of her dark and dominating host, that and the low insistence of his words, stalled her for a split-second. She had never quite forgotten his presence—how could she have?—but the intensity of the hot embrace had relegated him to the outskirts of her mind. Now he was close up, revelling in what he had created, controlling it.

“Enjoy her,” he said, and she kissed like he had asked, widening the circle of her lips and thrusting her tongue deeper into Amanda’s mouth. Her teacher responded by grappling her close, their breasts crushing together, limbs twined around each other, skin warm and silky to the touch. Sweat and peachy skin-lotion filled her nostrils as the tangle of wet tongues prolonged itself. When they parted Christina was breathless and Gavin was there, dangerous and handsome, enjoying it all.

He stood next to them still clothed, taking in all the female attributes on display. “You should be thanking me, Christina.” There was amusement in his words. He reached out and stroked the small of her back with his fingertips. His dark eyes burned into her and made her tremble once more. She recalled the great hard cock that Amanda had been sucking on the video, now understanding the force of personality behind it. “How long have you had a crush on Miss Winter?” he asked.

Christina balked at the question. Her eyes flicked to Amanda’s, as mortification rushed on her again, but her teacher simply kissed her cheek and stroked her hair, thus slowing her racing heart. “Since the first day I sat in her class.” She blushed to admit it—to him, to Amanda and most of all to herself.

“And she likes you back, that much is clear. After all, what’s not to like?” His fingers traced a line from the band of her thong to the nape of her neck and back again. The sense of his contained strength and enjoyment shuddered her to the tips of her nipples. Whatever Amanda currently felt towards her blackmailer she was concealing it, gaze remaining firmly on Christina’s. “Well tonight it all comes to fruition,” Gavin told her. “Tonight she’ll enjoy you like you’ve always secretly wished she would in your darkest girlish fantasies.” Christina could see he was brushing fingertips down Amanda’s spine as well. His next words almost made her knees buckle. “Miss Winter, fuck your pretty student and make her come while we watch. Get her so hot she’s ready for everything that follows. Make her admit how much she craves it all—make her face up to her true self. Understood?”

Amanda’s face did not flicker, but Christina saw the desire in her teacher’s eyes. “Yes.” She craved it, that much was clear. Her older lover stroked her face, thumb strumming her lips. The various implications of Gavin’s words vied for attention in her mind; it was too much to take on board all at once. She had not begun to work out all the possibilities before Amanda was grabbing her by the hair and by her naked ass and pulling her into a tight clinch. She grabbed back out of instinct and succumbed to that ravenous mouth on hers, her powers of thought banished by the sheer force of the other’s lust.

Miss Winter’s kisses proceeded to her chin and her neck, one hand seizing and molesting her breast, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb. “Apologies in advance,” she whispered into Christina’s ear in between the hot caresses of her mouth on the girl’s skin.

“What … What for?” Christina’s mind was losing its grip on what the hell was going on.

“Everything I’m about to do to you.”

Oh God … Oh my God, she’s loving this! The full force of realisation came on Christina right before her teacher’s mouth landed on her breast, tongue plunging onto her nipple. She cried out as Amanda sucked up the hard peak and began teasing it roughly with teeth and tongue, her hand moulding itself to the other breast. As Christina wilted and lolled, her lover caught her with a hand to the small of the back, supporting her while continuing in her lusty oral and manual attentions. Josh’s music mix pumped up the beat, the singer’s lewd mantra kicking in—so do you wanna fuck me? Fuck me? Fuck me? Fuck me?

“That’s it,” Gavin said, and somewhere in her consciousness Christina registered shock that he was still there and scrutinising. “That’s what we want to see. Treat her like you want, Mandy. Show us how you really think of her in secret.”

Amanda pulled Christina upright, clutching her, ass and tit, and the student recognised it—that same animal quality her teacher had exhibited when devouring Gavin’s cock in the video. The woman couldn’t even disguise it.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” she said. She paced one-eighty around Christina, teasing her fingers over collarbone, shoulders and back. From behind she clutched the teenager’s breasts in great handfuls, slithered her palms all over her stomach and thighs, ground pelvis against ass. The blond student collapsed back against her, giving in to hot slinky molestation. Then she released a great aching moan as her teacher’s hand dived into her thong, one finger plunging between the slippery lips of her cunt. Oh God, Miss … What are you doing?

“You’re so wet, darling.” Christina squelched involuntarily around the finger’s invasion, mind clutching for scraps of coherent thought. God, what’s happening? Everything she’d thought she knew about herself was exploding into tiny pieces. “So wet,” Miss Winter whispered in her ear. “So gorgeous. So fucking ready.” Then louder. “Don’t you think she’s ready, Josh?”

At her words Christina’s eyes shot open. Her lover-turned-blackmailer was staring fixedly on her body as the teacher’s hands explored it. His cock was thrusting from the front of his trousers like it had demanded freedom from all restriction. As she watched, he dribbled oil the length of the impressive shaft, tossed the bottle aside and began massaging himself slowly and shamelessly, never breaking his gaze.

“I’m guessing that’s a ‘yes’.” Amanda withdrew her finger from inside Christina and rotated the tip lovingly on her fully-flowered clitoris. The schoolgirl could not prevent the moans of longing that escaped from her throat. “Look how much this is exciting the fucker,” her teacher said. “You loved having that big gorgeous cock inside you last time, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” Christina breathed, under duress from the expert touch.

“I know you did. I watched the recording, darling, watched you coming all over him as he shafted you. And you’ve dreamed about riding him again ever since, dreamed about that huge hard dick thrusting in and out of you, right?”

“Oh God, yes – yes I have …”

“Ploughing your sweet tight cunt.”

God, her teacher, so nasty … “Yes …”

“Poor sweetheart, you can’t help that you love taking cock, from someone who knows how to give it.”

“No,” she mourned. “No, I can’t help it.”

“Well it looks like you’re going to get what you love in fucking spades. Only … not quite yet.” Her finger spun more quickly on Christina’s clit, so that she caught her breath and thrust her breasts high. “Josh,” Amanda said, conspiring with the enemy, “don’t just stand there with your dick in your hand. Help me get this girl’s knickers off.”

There was the tiniest pause before Josh sprang grinning into action. “Yes, Miss!” He strode to Christina with his cock still sprouting alien-like from his jeans, grabbed her thong and ripped it down to her ankles in one move. Having untangled it from her feet, he stayed down there. She gasped at the completeness of her exposure and at having Josh’s face so close while Amanda was still touching her intimately. “God, look at that,” he said in a tone of wonder. “She’s sopping wet. Do it. Do what my uncle said. Fuck her pussy. Use your mouth and your fingers.”

Oh God, oh God … Christina could not believe what was happening to her. She tried not to want it, as Amanda turned her about and slid down her body, raking hands over her breasts and stomach and hips. Not Miss Winter, not this, surely … But when she looked down, the teacher’s raven hair was level with her groin, dark eyes looking up at her with undisguised delight in her task. Her palms slithered to caress the cheeks of Christina’s bottom and the schoolgirl’s eyes closed in scared expectation as that tongue curled.

The first touch to her clitoris made her body jolt. Amanda’s tongue-tip flickered on her like a hot flame, so that her naked skin prickled right to the peaks of her breasts. Her arms crooked at the elbows, palms flexing and clenching like she was clutching for some handle on the situation that simply wasn’t there. That hot fleshy muscle tickled her into a near-frenzy, then soothed with long smooth licks of her pussy-lips, before turning frantic once more on her nub, every touch amplified by her hyper-sensitivity. And when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, hands gripped tight to her cheeks and the tongue plunged inside her.

Sensation resonated outwards and consumed her, every bodily inch seizing in a shock of response. All that prevented her escalation to orgasm was the weirdness of knowing who the tongue belonged to and even that was being undermined by sheer physical excitement.

“Oh my fucking God, look at that.” The words were Josh’s. They came from way below her and suggested a guy achieving unprecedented levels of arousal as he watched close up. She envisioned him wanking that bulging hard-on, as Amanda’s mouth persisted in its lavish attentions.

Gavin pressed himself to her from behind and she leaned back into his massive frame, glad of the support. His palms curled around her breasts, fingertips rotating on her nipples, relieving them in their tight-pumped hardness. “Tongue-fucked by teacher,” he breathed into her ear. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”

Miss Winter’s beautiful face swam in her mind, even as the woman’s tongue plundered her pussy, diving and swirling to caress all her parts. “Ohhhh God …”

“Tell me how it makes you feel.” Gavin’s fingers pinched at her twin crests, as the blade of that tongue buzzed expertly once more on her clitoris.

“Good … It makes me feel so good …” What use in denying it any longer? All resistance was being stripped away by his low hypnotic voice and Amanda’s ravening hunger.

“You love it that your sexy teacher is licking your cunt.”

“Oh God, I do … I do …”

“And you want to get fucked properly, don’t you, Christina?”

“Yes … Yes …” By Miss, by Josh, she didn’t care who did the fucking, as long as it happened. Nothing else mattered in the world.

“Once you’ve come all over your teacher’s face.”

Ohhhh my … The thought shocked her, but not enough to stall the crescendo to which she had been steadily climbing. Amanda clearly didn’t mind the notion, because at that moment she thrust two fingers into her student’s cunt and frigged them vigorously in and out, tongue still busy on her clitoris.

Shame and desire soared together, each serving to inflame the other. The intimacy was wild and gorgeous and unbearable. Oh God, I’m going to come …

“Give yourself to it, Christina,” Gavin whispered, caressing her tits. “Give yourself to teacher.”

Christina’s whole body strained with tension more delicious than any she had known. Amanda’s tongue plunged once more and the tension broke, shattering into a million fragments as she cried out her aching sorrowful pleasure. She came harder than she had known was possible and it did not matter that Miss Winter was drinking down her nectar as she did it.

TO BE CONTINUED