This is the fourth part of a series of stories. The previous parts is not nesessary for the enjoyment of this peice, but I do suggest you read them in order.
Back To School / Second Encounter
Rumors has started to circulate at school about Erica being a "slut". Of course, none of them new the half of it. None of them had the slightest idea of what she'd done or what she would do if given the chance. School was difficult, not just in a social way. Her work was usually quite poor and she was slipping by in most cases with a fifty percent. At least she wouldn't be failing Geography any time soon. Not with Mrs. Adler.
It was a Friday, which meant she had another "tutoring" session after school. But this week, Adler had something different in mind.
"I've never seen one of these before" Erica commented hesitently, her eyes curiously exploring the object that Adler had placed on her desk. The classroom was empty and the door was locked tightly, yet what they were doing still felt titilatingly dangerous.
"You're going to love it." Adler assured her. She was looking beautiful today, with her blonde hair tied back into a curly ponytail and her giant breasts were deliciously hugged by a tight sweater; she was not wearing a bra. If this was not enough, Adler had chosen today to show off her wonderfully long legs by wearing an almost revealingly short skirt and fishnet stockings. Most people would consider this conventional dress for a highschool teacher, but, of course, Mrs. Adler was not your average teacher.
Erica had also dressed in an especially sexy way, knowing very well that she would get to undress in an especially sexy way as well. She wore a tight pink shirt (also no bra), high heeled shoes, a pair of tiny shorts exposing her bare legs and knee high white socks.
Adler picked up the object and held it infront of Erica, "It's a strap-on, Sweetheart." She explained, "I'm going to put it on and screw you with it." Erica had never heard of the thing before, but it seemed pretty obvious what it was for by the way it looked. A black leather strap harness attached to a nine inch purple dildo which looked suprisingly realistic (despite the color). This immediatley conjured up a memory of her experiences at the adult theatre the previous weekend. Erica liked it.
"Let's get started then." Erica said with a grin. She pulled down her top and her perky young tits popped out. She may have just been a pretty and innocent-looking fifteen-year-old girl, but she was in fact a sexual tiger with an insatiable appetite for sex. She climbed up onto Adler's desk, and her teacher leaned forward to suck on her right nipple while gently caressing the other.
Adler's hot wet tongue nimbley circled Erica's nipple nipple, until her lips closed around it to suck on it like a child being nursed. Then she bit very lightly, the pain was good. The pain was very good. Erica moaned.
Adler pulled her sweater over her head and her wonderful and huge boobs bounced with the joy of freedom and the antisipation of touch. She grabbed the back of Erica's head, and pulled their mouths together. Their tits rubbed against eachother and their tongues danced in their mouths. Erica found that her hands had moved to her shorts, unzipping the fly slightly so she could slide her hand in.
She flicked her clit as her teacher held her tightly and crammed her tongue down her throat. Adler pulled back suddently with a jerk. She pulled down her skirt and kicked it away. She was wearing silky white delicate underwear. She grabbed the long purple dildo a fasened it to her crotch. She stokes it slowly with one hand the way a man might. Erica found it incredibly hot, the soft movements, the raw sexuality. She closed her eyes, let her mouth hang open and sunk her index finger deep inside of herself.
Adler grabbed the crotch of Erica's shorts and pulled them with great force, making Erica's legs fly into the air and her high heeled shoes to fall off. She wasn't wearing panties, she was bare ass naked and sitting on the desk still masturbating. Adler usually wasn't this agressive, perhaps it was the phallus that was making her so dominant. She commanded Erica to move her hand out of the way, so she did.
Adler leaned forward into the desk and slid the giant dildo almost all the way into Erica's pussy. It didn't feel like a real cock, but it was just as satisfying, and it still made her moan. Adler thrusted harder and harder, biting her upper lip as she did so. Both of their breasts jiggled madly, bouncing off of eachother as their bodies shook back and forth.
Erica's pussy turned red and started leaking, which made the dildo slip inward faster. Tears formed in the corner's of her eyes as her moans were brought to full screams. Luckily the walls in the school were built thick so that classes would not be disturbed by loud noises in other rooms.
Erica reached her climax and clutched her teacher's arms as she started to fall backwards slowly and scream; it was one of her most powerful yet. She quivered all over and entered the euphoric high that always followed her best orgasms.
Adler pulled out and walked around to the other side of the desk. She opened a drawer and began shuffled objects around inside. She was not yet done with Erica. She got what she was looking for: lube. She poured it all over the big purple dildo, which was now starting to feel like an extension of her own body, and rubbed it in.
Erica sat up and looked at her, stilling appearing quite shaky, "You were right, I did love that."
"It's not over, babe." She smiled like an aligator and made a motion with her hand, "Get over there."
Erica sat up, she was wearing nothing but her knee high socks, which she then stripped off as she began walking to the place Adler had motioned to. It was a window on the far side of the classroom, with the shades drawn tightly.
Adler walked over, still wearing her giant tool. She pulled the string that opened the window. Light suddently flooded into the room.
"What are you doing?" Cried Erica with alarm, "We could be seen!"
"Nonsense, there's nobody out there at this time." Erica could clearly see that there was nobody standing outside, but was still hesitant. "I want you up against this window. Nobody will see us, but it's so sexy to think that somebody might, isn't it?"
Erica reluctantly agreed and backed up against the window. "Not like that," Adler said. Erica was confused, "I want a peice of your ass this time." Now Erica was really excited. She'd lost her anal virginity quite recently and she'd enjoyed it very much. Her asshole was tight, like that of most girls her age. She'd found herself playing with it, and inserting fingers into it all week. She loved it. She turned around.
Adler came in quickly from behind, guiding the dildo up Erica's ass. It slid in smoothly and went in very deep, making Erica squeal. She was forced directly against the window. Her breasts pressed flat against the cold glass and her naked body completely exposed to the world. Of course there was nobody out there, as Adler had promised. But a car drove by on a nearby road, and there was no way to tell if the driver noticed or not. For some reason this only hieghtened the enjoyment of the anal pounding she was receiving.
Adler wrapped her arms around Erica's waste, the hude tits warm on her back and the dildo riding deep. Adler wasn't being penetrated at all, but the exciting nature of her activities were causing her to begin to feel the beginning of an orgasm.
Erica moaned, her face pressed against the glass, the dildo went in and out faster and faster. It's was wonderful, she could feel her pussy getting wet, probably staining the glass. Adler continued to thrust, and the pleasure was mounting for her. She now realised how it must feel for a man to come in a tight ass. She was feeling it. Erica was feeling it.
They both came at the same time. And they both came hard. The liquids sprayed out of Erica and splashed onto the window. And they both screamed. And moaned. And shivered with their bodies pressing against eachother.
Adler breathed hard and pulled her head close enough to kiss the back of Erica's neck. They were both exhausted and quivering. Erica had entered another one of her transes and fallen to the floor next to the window.
Alder composed herself much quicker and removed her big purple tool. She paused for a second thoughtfully, and then began licking it clean. Finally deep throating it. It tasted bitter-sweet. It tasted like a young girl's beautiful tight asshole. She'd tasted it before. As she rounded up her clothes she though about all the other cities and schools she'd tought at where she'd made the same offers over and over again to the girls that she felt most attracted to. All the young pretty girls with their their little virgin pussies and perky tits.
Erica sat up and began collecting all of her clothes. When they were both fully dressed, Adler drew the blinds on the window once again and the two had a passionate kiss goodbye, they would have more fun on the next Friday. Adler locked the door and left, Erica needed to use the washroom first.
She opened the door to the girl's washroom, nobody was there. She picked a stall and locked the door. She pulled down her shorts and sat down. That's when the door opened. Somebody walked in. Erica wondered who would be at the school at this time. School had been out for a long time now. The only reason it was still open was for teachers who stayed late, but they had their own washroom and didn't need to use this one.
A pair of shoes appeared directly outside of her stall. She began to panic, what was going on.
A familiar voice, "Erica?"
It was Michael, her younger brother by two years. It didn't make any sense what he would be doing at her school, since he didn't go there. And it especially didn't make sense that he'd be in the girl's washroom, for obvious reasons. She couldn't think of anything to day, but finally shouted, "What are you doing in here?"
"I was waiting outside for you to finish your tutoring. I walked here from my school. I thought we could walk home together," He paused, "Can I come in?"
This confused her more than anything so far. Did he really expect her to let him into the bathroom stall?
As if he read her thoughts he explained his paculiar request, "I just don't like talking through walls. I'd perfer to see you when I talk to you."
She couldn't think of anything to say to this. But she pulled up her shorts knowing that she wouldn't be able to do any business like this. Michael, for some reason, took the silence as agreement to his request, and he opened the door (Why is it that the locks on the stalls never work, wondered Erica).
"Michael!" She screamed, "Get out! What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry!" He said, "I thought it was okay." But, of course, he didn't leave.
"Michael, this is the second time that you've done this to me. You're just lucky I'm completely covered this time, or I'd be incredibly angry."
Michael made his ashamed face.
"That's not going to work this time, you little pervert. I'm not showing you anything."
"I can't stop thinking about you, Erica!" He confessed, "I just want you so bad. I keep thinking of what you and Dereck did on the couch, and why it couldn't be me. It's horrible that we're related. You're just so perfect."
Erica was flattered. She felt alittle sorry for him. She should have known better than to have sex with his best friend in the middle of the night behind an unlocked door. And it was an even worse idea to let him look at her naked that time. But now she had to end it all somehow.
"Is there anything I can do to make you stop trying to get with me, Michael?" She asked sternly. "You're really starting to get on my nerves."
He looked embarrassed. He was thinking of something.
"Just say whatever you're thinking."
Michael paused and then finally, "I want you to suck my dick." He blushed. Erica's mouth fell open. Could she do something like that? It was so wrong. She thought really hard about it. If she went through with it, it would be the worst thing she's ever done. But he did say that if she did it, he would leave her alone.
"Okay. I'll do it." He looked shocked. He licked his lips eagerly. Erica stood up and made some room, "Sit down." He sat down on the toilet seat. She closed the stall door, just in case.
Michael twiddled his thumbs nervously and looked at her as she got to her knees in front of him, "Relax," she said, "You're getting what you want, here." He stopped twiddling and undid the zipper on his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. There was a large throbbing lump in his white briefs, and a small liquid spot at the tip where the pre-cum had begun to seep out. From what she could tell, her little brother had a huge cock.
She pulled down his underwear and the giant dick jumped outwards. It was the biggest she'd ever seen, it's veins were popping out and a small ball of pre-cum rolled down the shaft. She took a deep breathe, knowing she was about to cross a huge line, and popped the head into her mouth.
She sucked on it hard and rotated her tongue around. It tasted suprisingly sweet, so she took it a little deeper in her mouth. Michael was breathing hard. She pulled it out and licked it from base to tip and jerked it a little in one hand, trying not to make eye contact with her brother. She put it back in her mouth and this time she let it slide almost all the way down her throat.
She tried not to enjoy it, but it was one of the best cocks she'd ever had, and she'd had a lot for somebody who'd just lost their virginity that month. She could tell that he would cum soon. He'd never had his cock sucked before and he was incredibly aroused. She pulled it out of her mouth and began licking the head again.
"Just a second." He stopped her. She looked at him, wondering what he could possibly want now. He looked even more embarrassed now, "Could you let me do something. I've seen porno movies on the internet where guys... do that thing, on girl's boobs. And you have really nice ones." He smiled sheepishly.
She decided that she'd rather do that than swallow her own brother's jizz, so she reached down and pulled her top over her head and reveal her tits. Michael's cock stood up even straighter at this sight. She grabbed his shaft in both hand and began jerking him hard while the head of the cock rubbed softy against her breats. It really was a nice cock, she though, he was right when he said it was horrible they were related. Finally a massive wad of spunk splashed onto her tits. It rolled down her chest and onto her nipples. It was one of the biggest loads that she'd ever seen.
Michael's eyes were closed, he was breathing hard, slumped down on the toilet seat muttering something incoherent. She smiled a little, it was kind of cute. She went to the sink and wiped away the cum with wet paper towels, when she was done there was only one bead of spunk left. She looked around, Michael was still in the stall. She wiped it off with her finger and stuffed it into her mouth. It tasted sweet. She felt dirty, but it wasn't as bad as she thought.
She got her top on, collected Michael from his stall and the two of them walked home. She felt confident that THIS TIME, she'd finished the situation off pretty good, and that she'd no longer have to worry about Michael. Of course, Erica may have been a nymphomaniac, but she was still very nieve, because Michael wanted her more than ever now, and planned to make a big move on her that weekend.
When they got home, Michael ran off to his room to jerk off again. Erica looked in the mail and found a strange brown envelope with her name on it. There was no postal information; It had been delivered personally. She opened it carefully and pulled out a folded peice of paper. It was a letter written in black ink. It head:
" Dearest Erica,
We've never met, but I'm madly in love with you. My dreams are haunted by your beautiful face and one day you'll be mine forever. I've been watching. I was at the theatre that day, in the back, in the shadows, you didn't see me. I saw you in the window of your school today, you didn't see me. I've been following. I'll make you mine soon enough.
Your Admirer "
She now knew that she was being watched, possibly at that very moment. She felt nervous, yet strangely intrigued. This was a friendly message, she thought, somebody wanted to play a game with her. She looked into the brown enevelope and under closer inspection found a small polaroid photograph. It was of her reaching climax, her breasts pressed flat against her classroom window. She felt strange.
Somebody wanted to play a game with her. Erica was always up for a game.