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MISDIRECTED MESSAGES: (1) THE EMAIL

2022-05-20 00:00:04

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014

This is a VERY LONG story with several sex scenes; it is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental. However, it was inspired by an incident at work, when I made a small error in addressing an email and it went to the wrong person – it didn’t matter, as there was nothing confidential in it, but it gave me the idea for this story, and then that led to the ideas for the other ones.


At the root, it was our parents’ fault. Why, with all the possibilities in the world to choose from, would you give your two daughters names with the same initial letter? However, my sister, four years the elder, was christened Rachel Sarah, whilst I am Rebecca Anne. The only reason why this did not cause more problems is that I have always been known as Becky within the family and to my friends, but there was sometimes confusion with more formal or official matters. When we were still young and first got our own email addresses on the family internet account, we thought it was great fun that she was [email protected] whilst I was [email protected]

In later years, we spoke occasionally about changing the initials to forenames, but it was never enough of an issue that we bothered to do so, and by then our friends were used to the existing addresses and a change would have caused more confusion than it would ever solve. Of course, from time to time, someone got confused or mistyped – all it took was getting just one letter wrong, and ‘a’ and ‘s’ are right next to each other on the keyboard. Normally it did not matter much, and we just forwarded the message on to the other. Indeed, it had hardly happened at all in the last two years, as my sister (who is now twenty years old) has been away at college and only makes brief visits home – as she had done this last weekend – and most of her friends now use her university email address.

So all it took was one mistaken keystroke – an ‘a’ and not an ‘s’ – to transform my world. I was in a state of shock, and still could hardly take it in, as I read for the third time the astonishing message that had dropped into my email inbox on this Monday evening:

Hiya, Hot Cunt,
It was lovely to see you again on Saturday – and even better to get fucked again! I’ve really missed you these last two years – no one me does quite like you do, babe. Isn’t my new girl hot and eager? – you sure gave her a real hard ride, and the little slut loved every moment of it! I loved what you told me about your fun and games with the college girls, and I can just imagine how you turned your roommate into your bitch – it gets me wet just thinking about it. Those blonde cheerleader types are always natural subs once you get them on their les side. Anyway, I know you have your home email password-protected, so here’s a little memento of Saturday’s frolics, just so you don’t forget us! Mail me before you come back next time, and I’ll fix up this little threesome again – I knew you’d like it.
with kisses for your cunt, Tina


With a small part of my mind, I wondered who on earth was Tina? – none of Rachel’s friends had that name, and I had never heard her mention it. With the rest, I was trying to take in the stunning revelation that my older sister was an active lesbian – I had never suspected it, although it was true that she had never had much time for boyfriends, having so many other interests and activities, especially in all kinds of sports. It was a moment before I noticed that there was quite a bulky file attached to the email. I downloaded it and then, with my mouth dry and a strange flutter in my stomach, I opened it.

The contents literally took my breath away, and I had to grip the edges of my desk to avoid fainting. The file was bulky because it was a series of short video clips, taken in a bedroom that I did not recognise by a camera from a fixed position – probably sitting on a shelf. The first clip began with a large double-bed in full view, and my sister in the foreground. Like me, she is tall and leggy, with a pert ass, narrow waist and a bountiful chest – Rachel fills out a 30E bra, and I am now only one cup size behind her. We are both dark-haired, but she keeps hers clipped to a neat collar-length and mine falls in rich chestnut waves to my shoulder-blades. However, here she looked as I had never seen her before – exuding sexual charisma, with an avid expression of lust on her face. My sister was wearing only a pair of black leather boots, red fishnet stockings that were clipped to a red traditional suspender belt, and a skimpy quarter-cup red bra that thrust her tits forwards and left her nipples in full view. Still more amazing, there was buckled around her waist and crotch the harness of a black strap-on plastic dildo, and Rachel was rubbing one hand up and down its massive length in obvious erotic anticipation.

Even so, it was not seeing my sister (who looked amazingly hot, I had to admit) in her full glory as a lesbo dyke that hit me like a punch in the solar plexus – it was what was on the bed. As Rachel turned away from the camera and it obtained an unimpeded view, I gave a moaning gasp. There was a girl on the bed who was completely naked except for a pair of schoolgirl-style plain white knee-highs and a school-uniform tartan miniskirt; she was on all fours, and the skirt had been flipped up onto her back, revealing that she wore no panties underneath. Still more, she was in bondage, with her hands roped together in front of her, a red ball-gag strapped into her mouth, and her ankles tied with white cords to opposite corners of the bottom of the bed, spreading her legs and keeping her pussy and ass open and available. This was shocking enough, but when my sister knelt on the bed behind the bound girl and gripped her just above her hips, the captive glanced back over her shoulder and therefore looked directly at the camera – and was revealed to be none other than my very best friend, Melissa.

Any fear that I might have had that my friend was an unwilling participant in this sapphic scene was quickly dispelled. Melissa might be roped and gagged, but the look she gave Rachel was one of unbridled lust – it was look that I had never seen on my friend’s face before, but it was unmistakeable and spoke volumes. Clearly I was blind to everything about the people closest to me: I had never realised that my sister was an active and dominant dyke, nor had I ever suspected that the girl who had been my best friend since we first met at the age of six was a submissive lesbian bondage slut.

Rachel thrust the impossibly huge dildo into my friend’s pussy in one firm motion, and it seemed obvious that it had already been in her not long before – for Melissa’s pussy was slick with dripping juices, and her vagina accommodated the massive rod with ease, as it drilled into her for its full length. My sister then began to piston the dildo in and out, her hips pivoting with fast and expert motions – it was clear that she was very far from being a novice in the art of girl-fucking. Meanwhile, Melissa arched her spine and drove her pelvis backwards against each of Rachel’s thrusts, thereby doubling the impact of each impalement.

Then came the last shock of them all, though it was less devastating than seeing my sweet and adorable best friend as a submissive lesbian fuck-whore. As Rachel pounded Melissa’s cunt in doggy-style, a figure moved into view at the top of the bed, reaching under my best friend’s chest to her juddering breasts and pulling sharply on her nipples. It was none other than Miss Russell, who taught geography at my high school – I did not know her first name, but presumably it was, or reduced to, Tina. A slim blonde of average height, in her late 20s or maybe early 30s, she was certainly one of the most attractive of our teachers, and she was always dressed in elegant style. Now she wore even less than my sister: just a pair of stiletto-heeled shoes and black hold-up stockings.

My eyes drank in the sight of Miss Russell’s naked cunt and smooth-shaven mound with its jutting labia, her pointy medium-sized breasts swaying as she leaned over Melissa. After giving my best friend’s mammaries a mauling grope that Melissa had clearly relished, the teacher unbuckled the ball gag and then thrust her pussy into the girl’s face. I gasped again as Melissa at once stuck out her tongue, and began eagerly to lap and lick Miss Russell’s vagina, whilst all the time quivering from every piledriver impact from my sister’s strap-on. I could see why ‘Tina’ had written in her email that Melissa had been hot and eager, for she certainly was. It was a stunning revelation to see my friend acting in this wanton and sexual way, and not just for the discovery of her lesbian orientation – Melissa was normally rather quiet and shy, but clearly she channelled all of her passion into sapphic sexual marathons like this!

It all made sense now – the curious coincidence that neither my best friend nor my sister had been available when I had suggested going shopping in the town centre on Saturday afternoon. Both had cited some vague commitments that they had not really explained, and in truth I had been a little hurt at their apparent lack of enthusiasm for spending time with me. I had certainly never thought that they had the same appointment, or that it was this – a lesbian orgy with our high school teacher. I suddenly remembered that when my sister had been in the 10th grade (as Melissa and I were now), she had taken up the option of extra after-school tuition with Miss Russell, and that Melissa – also apparently in the quest for a top result – had been doing the same for the last three months. Clearly Miss Russell offered another kind of tuition, undreamt of by me, to the girls who came to her house – or at least, to the prettiest ones.

The next clip showed Melissa on her back, spread-eagled on the bed in an X shape, and again in bondage, with her wrists and ankles tied off to each corner of the bed. Rachel was once more pounding the strap-on into my best friend’s pussy, her hands braced upon Melissa’s hips to give the necessary leverage and force. My sister was giving it her all, and Melissa’s slim body was jerking and quivering with every battering-ram penetration. Then Miss Russell mounted the teenager at the other end, facing towards Rachel – and therefore the camera – as she straddled Melissa and lowered her cunt onto the girl’s questing mouth. The teacher then reached down to seize Melissa’s nipples – although her bust was smaller than mine, my friend had a nice pair of rounded and perky 28Cs. Miss Russell began to squeeze and pinch Melissa’s tits, making the girl gasp and groan with arousal. The scene was completed when Rachel released her grip on Melissa’s hips and instead cupped the teacher’s breasts, bending her head down to kiss and suck the nipples of the woman who evidently had been her lesbian initiator. The three females made a remarkable sight, forming a triangle of sapphic satiation, and I felt myself getting warm and sticky between my own legs as I watched their uninhibited surrender to lesbian lust.

The final clip showed Miss Russell sitting on an ordinary upright chair, with her arms roped to its back and her ankles tied to its front legs. Two other lengths of white cord had been wound around each of the blonde woman’s thighs and then tied off underneath the chair, forcing her legs to be splayed wide apart. Melissa was kneeling directly in front of the teacher, and was also in bondage: my friend’s arms were behind her and had been strapped tightly together at both the elbows and the wrists, and the latter were connected to her shackled ankles by a short rope, so that this submissive posture of obeisance was all that she could manage. Rachel came into view to stand behind Miss Russell, and with her left hand she reached over the bound woman’s shoulder to grope the blonde’s left breast, squeezing it and pinching the erect dark red nipple. With a lustful anticipatory smile, my sister’s right hand then snaked across the teacher’s pelvis and delved between her parted thighs. Rachel began to frot her fingers up and down Miss Russell’s meaty gash, easing it open to show the hot pink flesh inside, whilst my best friend gazed at it in utter fascination from a distance of about eight inches. After a few seconds of this, the teacher began to gasp and moan, writhing on the chair to the very limited extent that her bondage permitted. Rachel then released her lesbian tutor’s tit and pussy, strode round to loom over Melissa from behind, took a firm grip of younger girl’s head, and pushed the teen’s face down onto Miss Russell’s cunt.

It seemed that Melissa had an unlimited appetite for cunnilingus, and she applied herself with no less vigour than before. Once my friend had settled into her pussy-eating rhythm, my sister stepped to the side and reached across to take one of Miss Russell’s breasts in each hand, massaging their firm flesh and pulling on their nipples. Then Rachel swung one leg across to stand straddling above Melissa’s head, proferring her own cunt to her former high school teacher. My sister put a hand at the back of the blonde woman’s head to bring her forwards, but in truth it was not needed, for Miss Russell had hastened to press her face against Rachel’s pussy. Whilst due to the angle of the camera I could not see exactly what was going on, it was evident that my geography teacher was performing oral sex on my sister at the same time as receiving it from my best friend! After a few seconds, Rachel’s head went back and I saw her buttocks clench and quiver, then her mouth opened in a long moan, just as her hips suddenly spasmed in an unmistakeable orgasm. My sister then released Miss Russell’s head and took half a step backwards, which allowed her the space to reach down to the woman’s chest, grasp her breasts, and quite savagely twist each of her nipples in the opposite direction. The captive teacher screamed, but not in pain or even in protest – this was the final erotic stimulus (as my sister had clearly anticipated), perfectly synchronised with Melissa’s avid cunt-munching, that took the older woman to the crest of her climax and multiplied its explosive force.

Through all this, whilst I sat rigidly staring at the pornographic images on the screen, a voice somewhere inside my head was almost screaming: My sister is a lezzie! My sister is a dyke! My sister is screwing my best friend! My sister is fucking the shit out of her, and she’s loving it, the dirty lesbo slut’s loving every moment of it!

It was more than I could stand. I gave a moan, hiked the front of my mini-skirt up to my waist and thrust my right hand down inside my panties, rubbing my parted labia. Instead of relief, this stimulated me even more, and I hastily yanked my panties down to below my knees and plunged two fingers into my hole. As I began frantically to shaft myself, with my thighs spread apart and my back arching off the chair, I hit the return key with my left hand and set the video clips playing again. My eyes were riveted on the screen as I slammed myself towards a climax, and then I carried on almost without pause for a second orgasm and a third, until I slumped down again – shaken, spent and sticky with my own cum-juice.

The clips had played through and had ended with the final image frozen on the screen – Miss Russell in the throes of ecstasy, her face staring at me straight out of the monitor, as if she could see me. As I lay sprawled in my chair, legs wide open, I thought what a sexy hot bitch the teacher was – and suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to do!

The next day, Tuesday, was one of the two days in the week when Melissa had an after-school tuition lesson with Miss Russell. I hadn’t understood before why she never complained about doing this extra work, and I determined to have a little fun with her. Making sure that I caught up with my cute friend just as she was closing the door of her locker and getting ready to leave the school buildings, I told her that Miss Russell had given me a message for her – an apology that she was not feeling well and would have to cancel their lesson, but looked forward to seeing Melissa at their next appointment on Thursday. My friend looked quite crestfallen at this news, and I decided to tease her:

‘Hey, Mel baby, you look really disappointed! D’you really enjoy having these extra lessons?’

Melissa blushed, looked away from my face, and mumbled incoherently:

‘Oh! umm, well ... y’know ... well, not ... err ... y’know, extra studies, like ... but ... umm ... well, I do need to be ... aah, I mean, like ... to do better, y’know, get a better grade ...’

‘Wow, you must really want to learn’, I said, keeping a perfectly straight face; ‘so, is Miss Russell a good teacher then – are you learning a lot from her?’

Melissa blushed even more, and stammered:

‘Oh, err, yeah ... she’s great, real hot – oh! I mean ... like, hot on the subject, you know ...’

‘Got ways to make it interesting, does she?’ I enquired, apparently in all innocence, and then I went almost too far by adding: ‘keeps you excited, then, I suppose?’

Fortunately, my friend was so distracted by the memories which my words evoked that she took them at face value. My observant gaze noticed that Melissa’s tits had suddenly become quite noticeable little peaks through her bra and cotton uniform shirt, whilst she seemed to be clenching her thighs together as if to contain herself.

‘Aaah! ... yes ... ummm ... yes, she does’, my friend replied in a shaky voice, and then she made a hurried escape with a mumbled ‘Gotta run – bye, see ya tomorrow’.

That was fine with me, for I had other plans for the next couple of hours. I knew where Miss Russell lived from the time when she had been tutoring my sister, and so it was easy to find the neat semi-detached house and knock on its front door. It was almost immediately opened by Miss Russell, who had obviously changed out of her professional clothes as soon as she had got home – but into an outfit that you would hardly expect for a teaching situation. She was wearing a pair of above-the ankle brown leather tooled cowboy-style boots (with no stockings or tights on her slim bare legs), and a pair of small and very tight-fitting denim shorts, cut so close at the crotch that the gusset of her white panties was visible. Above this was a short-sleeved cheesecloth cut-off top that was tied under the jut of her bust, leaving a bare midriff and showing both the edges of the white bra underneath and the ample amount of cleavage that it contained. It was a simple combination and very sexy, although more in a very casual way than actually looking slutty – but I knew very well why she had put on such an easy-to-remove outfit!

Miss Russell regarded me with some puzzlement, and then her gaze shifted over my shoulder, as if she expected to see Melissa hidden behind me. I looked directly at the attractive young teacher, and said:

‘Melissa can’t make it today’, and then I nodded in the direction of the inside of the house, and added: ‘I’ll explain everything.’

Without giving the teacher time to react to this unexpected turn of events, I stepped forward confidently into the doorway, as if it was the most natural thing in the whole wide world. As I had expected, Miss Russell automatically gave way before me, and I walked through her hallway and into what was clearly the living room. Resting my bottom against the arm of a long sofa, I turned and regarded the teacher, who had followed behind and was now standing just inside the room with a nonplussed expression on her face.

‘You mistyped’, I said calmly.

‘Huh?’ was the teacher’s puzzled response, ‘Becky, what do you mean?’

‘In the email address’, I explained; ‘just one letter is all it takes – you typed “r.a.williams”, instead of “r.s.williams”.’

Miss Russell still looked confused, though I had the feeling that she was catching up. It was time to make things clear:

‘In your email to “Hot Cunt” – my sister – but you sent it to me instead.’

‘Oh!’ gasped Miss Russell, and then her eyes went wide and her face pale with shock, as she began to realise the implications: ‘OH, NO! NO!!’

‘With the attachments’, I added, looking at her levelly, ‘they make very ... interesting ... viewing.’

‘OH MY GOD!!’ moaned the teacher, and she clutched at the back of the nearby armchair for support. She looked like she’d been hit in gut with a sandbag – her face was white, and I thought she might actually pass out, but she stayed upright and gasped for breath.

‘Oh, sweet Jesus! Who have you told? Oh, no! – who have you shown them to?’ she asked, with a rising note of hysteria in her voice.

I stayed completely calm, emphasising my control of the situation, and replied coolly:

‘So far ... no one’, but before she could take any comfort from that, I continued: ‘so far ... but there are lots of people who maybe I should ... like Melissa’s parents? ... or the Principal and the School Board? ... or the police?’

Miss Russell gave a moan at the mention of the Principal, and then a terrified gasp at the reference to the police.

‘No! – why? no, not the police!’ she protested, but in weak tone.

‘C’mon, Miss Russell’, I snorted derisively, ‘it’s obvious you’ve been fucking Melissa for quite a while now, and she only turned sixteen a month ago – I bet you started doing her right after she began coming here for “tuition”, right?’

I put a sardonic twist on the word ‘tuition’, and my instinct was proved right – the shot struck home, as Miss Russell flinched and gasped.

‘So – you were fucking an under-age girl’, I observed, and then I delivered the coup de grace: ‘it’ll all come out, you know, if the police question her – in fact, she’ll be bound to say that you forced her, that you made her do it.’

‘But ... but – I didn’t!’ protested Miss Russell with a despairing wail, ‘I never would – never! I did seduce her, yes, but it was even hardly that – she was so keen, she so obviously wanted it, she just about jumped into my arms the moment I gave her even a hint!’

‘Maybe so’, I answered crisply, ‘but who’s gonna believe that? Her word against yours, and given your taste for bondage ... well, I wouldn’t bet on you!’

Miss Russell gave an inarticulate moan, as her cosy little lesbian seduction scheme came home to roost, and she faced the possibility not just of the end of her career, but of serious jail time as well.

After a short pause, I took pity on the distressed teacher – and she did look so vulnerably sexy as she gazed at me, almost in tears – and I added: ‘well, maybe ... maybe no one needs to know ... if you do exactly as you’re told!’

Miss Russell gasped with relief: ‘Yes, oh yes! Thank you, Becky – I will, of course!’

I had nicely judged it: the frightened woman’s will to resist had been utterly broken, and she had no illusion about where the power lay in our relationship – now she would be putty in my hands. I rose smoothly to my feet and advanced intimidatingly towards her, and she gave way before me, until she was backed up against the wall of the room. I closed the gap between us, until there was barely an inch between my breasts and hers, and she made no resistance as I took a grip at the base of her throat with my right hand.

‘This is what will happen – this is what you will do, exactly as I say, with no objection or hesitation, if you want those videos to go no further. First, you will never – and I mean never – say a word about any of this to my sister, or about anything that happens from now on – as far as she is concerned, you don’t know me outside of school. You’ll send her that email, with the attachments – I wouldn’t want her to miss the fun – exactly as you meant to, and you’ll see her just as usual next time she comes to town, but you will tell me about your arrangements first. Got that?’

Miss Russell nodded weakly, clearly relieved, and started to babble her thanks, but I cut her off with a firmer pressure on her throat.

‘That’s not all’, I said, ‘in fact, it’s just the beginning. Secondly, from now on, THIS belongs to me, bitch!’

As I said the word ‘THIS’, I thrust my left hand down between her legs, and seized her crotch in a firm grip. Miss Russell moaned in fearful arousal as I shifted my grip to the waistband of her tight denim shorts and then hauled them savagely upwards, so that their gusset cut sharply into her pussy. I am three inches taller than her five feet seven inches, and, together with regular workouts at the gym, this gave me the leverage and strength to lift her almost off her feet. I gave her shorts another painfully cutting upwards jerk to emphasise her powerlessness, and then I tugged open the brass button at their waistband, yanked down the zip, and pushed the opened garment half-way down her thighs.

The blonde teacher gave a squeal of shock as I plunged my hand down inside the white panties that were now revealed, and I took possession of my prize – the soft flesh of her vagina, now moist and gaping from both shock and the flush of desire caused by my assertive domination. I made the position unmistakeably clear, whilst my hand groped her pussy and I thrust a finger into her crack.

‘Your cunt is mine, bitch – mine to do whatever I want with, when I want, and how I want!’

I emphasised my dominance over her by seizing the front of her panties, bunching the fabric together in my fist, and then I heaved upwards so that it sliced into the base of her vaginal slit. For the next few seconds I pumped this up and down, mercilessly abrading Miss Russell’s gash as she whimpered pitifully but offered no resistance to my abuse of her cunt. My other hand released her throat in order to grasp her left breast, and I pinched and twisted its erect nipple through the fabric of her bra cup and the thin cheesecloth top, eliciting another broken moan from the violated teacher. Then I stripped her shorts and panties down to her ankles, tugged open the cheesecloth top, and scooped her breasts out of her bra. My head went down and I sucked each nipple in turn into my mouth, before nipping it none too gently between my teeth – causing the teacher to moan brokenly each time.

‘Aaaahh – yes, Becky ... ooohhh! ... oh, Becky! take me! yes, yes ... do whatever you want ... I’m yours, anything! take me ... use me ... fuck me!’

I smiled in satisfaction: this lezzie teacher was my bitch for sure now, abject in her surrender and longing only to satisfy me, to give her body up for my carnal use – and from that submission, she would get her own ultimate sexual thrills. This was music to my ears, and it was not the first time – despite my being only sixteen years old – that a woman had sung me this song. About five months ago – at a time when I had already realised that I was entirely lesbian, and was seething with frustration at being unable to risk doing anything about it – I was seduced (if that’s really the right word, since I was flirting like mad with her and giving off so many ‘fuck me’ signals) by one of my Girl Scouts leaders. She was a black woman in her mid-20s, busty and very attractive with full pouty lips with which she could do amazing things to tits and pussy. We have been having regular fucking sessions ever since, two or three times a week, which I have kept a total secret from everyone. As time passed, I became more and more assertive and aggressive in our love-making, finding that this increased the intensity of both our climaxes. This progressed to my totally dominating her, as the older woman revealed her longing for submission – and most of all, to be taken by a younger white girl: she said that it satisfied her ‘inner slave’. A couple of months ago, we moved into experimenting with bondage, and now I know how to tie a woman into a posture of total vulnerability, how to soften up her breasts and ass and cunt with cruel abrasive ropes, and how to force her into giving me sexual pleasure before my strap-on ravages her holes. So by this time, I was fully experienced in lesbian sex, and delighted in taking my pleasure through dominance and force. Now it seemed that perhaps this was a family characteristic – that was why it had been so mind-blowing to see my attractive athletic sister so roughly fucking my bound subbie best friend.

Keeping Miss Russell pressed against the wall – which she needed, or I think she would have collapsed from the combination of the shock of my revelations and then my conquest of her spirit and body – my right hand continued to maul her breasts, whilst I thrust first one, then two, and finally three fingers of my left hand up into her vagina. The force of my penetration was so great that once again I nearly lifted her off the floor, and she gasped and shuddered as I began a rapid and powerful pistoning motion, driving my digits in and out of her hole. They were already covered in slick lubricating fluid when, after barely thirty seconds, the teacher’s back arched, her eyes bulged, and she gave a hoarse scream as her hips and thighs shivered in orgasm:

‘Fuck me ... arrghh! Oh, Becky, yes – urrghh ... harder, do me harder! FUCK me, have me – DO ME NOWWW! I’M CUMMIN, I’M CUMMIN!! AIEEEEEE!’

The bitch turned out to be a squirter, as a spray of cunt-juice was ejected from her vagina over my fingers and the back of my hand. I lifted this to my mouth, tasting Miss Russell’s flavour and savouring the satisfaction of having a second woman who was ten years older than me become my submissive sexual plaything.

‘Right, you lezzie slut’, I rasped; ‘I’ve permitted you some pleasure – now I’ll have mine. Where do you keep that strap-on that my sister was wearing?’

Miss Russell gave a shiver of anticipation, and then swiftly led me upstairs to the main bedroom – which, not surprisingly, turned out to be the room in the video-clips. She went to a drawer in her dressing-table, and silently opened it to reveal an extensive collection of interesting items – including at least three different strap-on dildos, a mean-looking double-ended one, some vibrators, ball-gags, and wrist and ankle cuffs. I withdrew the largest of the strap-ons – it was even wickeder than the one that I had seen in the film – and then instructed Miss Russell to strip off her clothes and kneel in submission on the carpet in front of me. She was eyeing the strap-on apprehensively, and I suddenly realised that she herself had probably never been taken by this one before.

I ordered the slim and pretty blonde teacher to kiss my feet and then to undress me. She proceeded to do this quite eagerly, and within a few moments my school uniform was placed neatly on a nearby chair – though I insisted on retaining my white socks. After my panties were removed, I shifted my legs further apart and thrust my mound out towards her, in an unmistakeable invitation. Before I could even give the instruction, Miss Russell gave a little soft cry deep in her throat, placed her hands on my hips to steady herself, and began an expert session of cunnilingus. However, I stopped her attentions just short of bringing me to orgasm.

‘Put it on me!’ I said huskily, thrusting the harness and strap-on almost into Miss Russell’s face.

She did not hesitate or flinch, but I sensed a definite disappointment as she was forced to stop eating me out. I smiled and ran a finger across her cheek, and whispered to her:

‘Don’t worry, you dirty filthy slut – you’ll have that chance again, before long!’

Miss Russell smiled and then buckled the harness around my loins, girding me for battle as if I were a knight of old and she was my squire – and certainly the huge dildo had something of the appearance of a lance as it stuck out in front of me! When it was securely in place, I told the teacher to stand at the side of her bed with her feet placed a yard apart and then to bend forwards over the mattress, sticking her ass out towards me.

She obeyed with alacrity, and was already trembling in anticipation when I took a grip on her waist at each side, just above her hips, and then brought the strap-on forwards until its tip pressed lightly against the lower end of her slit. Slowly and tantalisingly I drew it upwards so that its ridged edges rubbed along the whole length of her labia, and then I dipped the end of it into her for an inch, before withdrawing it and starting the same slow circular pressure again.

The blonde woman gasped with desire, and then shivered in frustration as I probed the edges of her pussy-hole for a few seconds and then again reduced the pressure. It was almost like torture for her, teasing with the promise of penetration and then withdrawing it. Miss Russell gave a pleading whimper, beseeching me to fuck her, as she vainly thrust her ass out backwards in the hope of engulfing more of the dildo’s length – but I was ready for such an obvious move, and pulled back just as quickly, thwarting her even more. I kept this up for a few moments longer, as the teacher became almost incoherent in her needful wailing and begging. Then, when she least expected it and without any warning, I arched my hips and slammed the full length of the huge dildo into her, entering her with one savage thrust until the faceplate of the harness smacked wetly against her sweat-streaked buttocks. Miss Russell gave a terrific shriek as she was impaled, followed by another when I withdrew the plastic pillar and then banged it home again with equal force. To give myself extra leverage, I grabbed her shoulder-length straight blonde hair, twisting it into a pony-tail and using that to haul her head back and upwards. Her breasts swayed wildly underneath her chest, and jiggled still more as my other hand reached round to slap them from side to side. Once again, I aroused the blonde woman so much that within less than a dozen of the pile-driving penetrations, she came with volcanic force. After that, she collapsed like a puppet who’s strings have been cut, sliding off the dildo to crumple onto the bed, her head to one side with her eyes, glazed and unfocused, staring at the wall.

I was not yet finished, for I intended to take my own pleasure with my schoolteacher’s naked body. I pushed her further onto the bed, and then ordered her to lie face down. Extracting the coil of white rope from the drawer, I proceed to tie my new mature bitch in tight constricting bondage. It was a simple piece of ropework that began with a loop around her waist, from which the two long ends were drawn down the cleft of her buttocks and sharply beneath her, scything into her vaginal groove. The two ropes then went straight up her pelvis and stomach, and criss-crossed between her breasts before going over her shoulders, crossing again at the small of her back, and running down to tie around her ankles. However, these last lengths were deliberately short and when they were tautly fastened, the woman’s ankles were pulled backwards so that her heels were pressed against the point where her butt-cheeks curved round to the back of her thighs. Any attempt on her part to straighten or lower her legs had the immediate effect of increasing the pull on the ropes that were slicing into her pussy, causing agonising sexual torture – this was a favourite hogtie variant of mine, which I had discovered whilst experimenting upon my black Girl Scouts leader.

It was just as devastatingly effective on the blonde white woman, and I paused for a moment to enjoy her foolish squirming struggles and the broken sobs that resulted from the vicious abrasion of her soft vulnerable inner vaginal walls by the bondage rope. Then I gave a sharp slap on her bare ass, as the signal for her to roll sideways onto her back – which, with a helpful shove from me, she managed after some further whimpering and suffering. In this new position, Miss Russell found that the least painful position for her legs was to keep her ankles tight up against her ass and to swing her knees open to each side, as far as they would go, even though this resulted in a position of utter vulnerability, with her cunt offered up for my use – and abuse.

I returned to the drawer and removed another item, the one which had given me the idea for putting her in this position. It was a face-fitting strap-on phallus, with an inner mouth plug. I pushed the latter between the teacher’s lips, and then tightened the straps around and behind her head. The device covered her from chin to forehead, but had eyeholes so that she could see out sufficiently above the projecting dildo to be able to aim it effectively. Finally, I picked up a flat plastic twelve-inch ruler that was lying on the top of Miss Russell’s dressing table – why it was there I don’t know, but it was just what I needed!

For a moment, I stood at the bedside, enjoying for a moment the glow of warm anticipation in my own pussy as I gazed down at my sexy mature captive. I ran my fingers over her breasts, pinched her nipples, and then hooked my index finger around the bondage cord and tugged it even deeper into the hot sweet wetness of her slit. Although muffled by the gag of the mouth-plug and face-harness, I heard her soft moans as her tits were abused and her pussy was violated. Then I lifted myself onto the bed and squatted above her head, facing down the length of her body. I was now so ready for this, and my cunt felt electric with desire as I slid myself slickly down onto the vertical dildo, sheathing it in my vagina, until my ass was smothering the teacher’s face.

I kept my butt pressed down upon her for a few seconds, until I felt her gasping for breath. Then I heaved myself up, almost letting the dildo slip out of my gash – and dropped my weight down again, impaling myself with almost vicious force on the plastic pole. Miss Russell’s head was bounced down against the mattress, and then on the rebound the dildo that she was wearing was thrust back upwards into me. I responded by rising up onto my haunches again and slamming downwards once more, after which I repeated that pistoning cycle over and over again. I was getting myself off with the self-inflicted penetrations, whilst the abused teacher was dizzy and almost stunned from the repeated smacking impacts of my ass on her face.

After a few such thudding blows, I introduced new elements into my dominating abuse of the bound and submissive blonde. First, I reached for her breasts and tweaked her nipples, which produced a wonderfully wild wriggle beneath me which corkscrewed the dildo around in my vagina, before I rose up and plunged down again. Next, I picked up the ruler from where I had conveniently placed it on the bedside table, and began to deliver a series of sharp slaps onto the vulnerable soft flesh of the woman’s cunt. This was rewarded with muffled shrieks and still more convulsive squirming beneath me, and it was this last – combined with the mid-blowing pleasure of being able to ravish one of my own teachers in this way – that took me to a climax of intense power, one of the very best that I have ever had, either before or since.

With a satisfied sigh, I rose from the bed, removed the strap-on from Miss Russell’s face and then the rope that was wound around her body – when I pulled it out from her pussy, where it had dug deeply into her flesh, she gave a sob and a shudder, and there was another spray of cunt-juice as she orgasmed yet again. The teacher lay limply on the bed, completely exhausted and vanquished, her eyes glazed and breathing in soft shallow gasps. I had to poke her in the ribs to get her to sit up, and then I gripped her hair again to haul her to her feet.

‘Show me where the shower is, bitch, and then you can serve me – you ain’t done yet!’ I told her.

Meekly the older woman led the way along a short corridor and showed me her bathroom, in which I showered myself in steaming hot water whilst she waited, naked and humble, kneeling on the floor in front of the cubicle. When I stepped out, Miss Russell hurried to shuffle forwards on her knees, and even before I gave any instruction – oh, what a well-tamed and trained sapphic slut she was going to be! – she clamped her mouth to my cunt, first lapping away the water and then slurping her tongue into my vagina, as wantonly eagerly to eat pussy as any lustful teenage dyke could desire. With a contented sigh, I leaned backwards with my damp shoulder blades against the bathroom wall and spread my thighs open, as Miss Russell applied herself vigorously to her task.

Every few seconds, without breaking contact between her lips and my labia, she twisted her head slightly sideways in order to gaze up at me limpidly with her deep brown eyes, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. How a thirty-ish professional woman managed suddenly to turn into a provocative little minx half her age, I don’t know – but it made me realise what a deliciously hot piece of femme-fuckability she must have been in her mid-teens, and even to feel a momentary stab of jealousy towards whoever had been lucky enough to pluck this ripe fruit from the bough, even though it had been all those years ago ... her teacher? her sports coach? her girl scouts leader? her high school counsellor? or maybe someone closer to home, perhaps an older cousin? or ... yes! ... one of her Mom’s best friends, who like her Mom was really a closet lesbian and Mom’s long-time lover, had seduced the hot blonde teen one fine day, and they kept it secret from the mother that her friend was regularly banging her daughter as well! I almost laughed aloud at my inventive fantasy, as I gazed down from directly above at the smooth swell of Miss Russell’s breasts, as they jiggled from the efforts of her expert cunnilingus. The bitch might be acting as if she was just sweet sixteen, but she was also making good use of many years of sapphic sexual experience. She avidly ate me out, until with a quick rush I mounted to my climax, giving a gasp and jerking hard on my own tits as it surged through me like a rip-tide.

Feeling satisfied, not just by my orgasms but still more by the total sexual command I had attained over my pretty schoolteacher, I stood there as the monarch of all that I surveyed, whilst Miss Russell fetched a clean soft cotton towel and dried my hair and then my body, her hands trembling as she wiped the water away from my breasts and smoothed downwards between my legs. I then strode back to her bedroom, where I used a hand-held dryer on my hair, and – refreshed and reinvigorated – put on my school uniform, as my teacher, still naked and kneeling in submission, regarded me with reverence.

Whilst in the shower, I had decided on what I wanted to do, and before I left the teacher’s house I gave her my orders. These were first that she was to tell Melissa that her usual “tuition” on Thursday had to be cancelled due to a staff training session that Miss Russell must attend – I did this partly because I knew that it would increase my friend’s sexual frustration to fever pitch, and partly because Thursdays were one of my times for fucking Marcie, my big-breasted black Girl Scouts leader, and I had no intention of disappointing her – or, rather, myself – by missing that.

My second instruction to Miss Russell was to tell Melissa to come to her house at three o’clock on Sunday afternoon, where she would make it up to her. However, I would be arriving at one o’clock, when I would first take my pleasure with Miss Russell’s body – her eyes lit up when I said this – and then would get ready to surprise Melissa, who must not be given any hint that anyone else was to be present. Finally, I took the teacher’s cell phone number, and told her to check for messages the next day at school at the start of the lunch-break, and without fail to follow whatever orders I sent her. Her tongue flitted over her lips as I gave this last requirement, for she knew that it meant she would serve my sexual pleasure again each day during the week – a prospect that both enthralled and frightened her, as it seemed that the one security rule which she had hitherto faithfully followed was never to have sex with a girl on the school premises.

Before leaving her house, I bent down and gave her a long French kiss, accompanied by a final groping and pinching of her breasts (her smooth jutting boobs were so hard to leave alone!), and then I told her to get clean, have an early night, and dress the next day in her prettiest lingerie and as short a skirt as she could wear without causing complaint from the school Principal. With a merry whistle, I walked down the pathway from Miss Russell’s front door and made my way home, more than satisfied with how things were turning out, thanks to that misdirected message.

The next morning at school dragged by with frustrating slowness – the hands of the clock on the classroom wall seemed to crawl round. However, at last it was the lunch-break, and I excused myself from my friends with some mumbled excuse about needing to get some books from the school library. I started off in that direction, but walked past it into another corridor, and towards a female toilets that was not much used at this time of day. I entered the room, checked that there was no one in any of the five cubicles, and then went into the one furthest from the entrance, clicking the latch on the door behind me. I lowered the cover of the toilet bowl and sat on it whilst I sent a quick text message to Miss Russell’s number, with instructions to come to these toilets at once and, as soon as the room was clear, to knock twice on the end cubicle.

Sure enough, it took only about three minutes before I heard the click of heels on the hard bare floor, then a quick pause, followed by two hesitant knocks on the door of my cubicle. At once, I unlatched and opened it, drew the teacher inside, and closed the door again. I made Miss Russell take my previous position of sitting on the covered toilet, whilst I stood in front of her and undid my school skirt. The teacher’s breath caught in her throat as my burgundy-red pleated skirt swung open, for I had already removed my panties and so my naked cunt was at once revealed. I twisted round to hang the skirt on top of my jacket, on the clothes-hook on the inside of the cubicle door, and then turned back to face the transfixed teacher, noting with satisfaction how the stiff pinnacles of her nipples were visible through her grey silk blouse. I shifted my feet as far apart as the width of the cubicle would allow, and then unbuttoned my school uniform shirt, letting it hang open and giving the woman a sight of my firm flat stomach and the pale yellow underwired bra that encased my breasts.

‘Eat me, you dirty fuckin’ lezzie bitch – eat me good, cunt, eat me out now!’ I hissed.

I had spoken no more than the first two magic words before her mouth clamped over my pussy and her firm tongue wormed its agile way into my slit. Such was her enthusiasm for the task that I actually had to steady myself by reaching forwards above her head and grasping with one hand the vertical pipe through which water flowed down from the cistern to flush the toilet. Miss Russell was not only an eager but also an experienced and talented pussy-licker, and she soon had me going. With a gasp, I used my free hand to pull my breasts out and over their bra cups, and then I squeezed them and pinched my own tits, as pre-orgasmic shudders ran through my pelvis, building faster and stronger until with a mewling sob of release my climax burst upon me.

I pushed my teacher’s head away from my cunt – she would have happily continued, I’m sure – and I took a few gasping breaths whilst using some of the toilet paper to wipe around my vagina. Then I ordered Miss Russell to stand up and turn around, so that she was standing over the toilet bowl, her legs spread by having one foot on each side of it. I told her to lean forwards and brace her hands on the end wall of the toilet stall, as I rucked her midi-length A-line skirt up around her waist. This exposed a pretty sight – she was wearing a traditional style of suspender belt and sheer stockings, with a pair of flimsy thong panties from the same lingerie set as the garter belt, in a lilac pattern decorated with edges of frilly black lace and little black bows. The thong panties were held up by a tie string across each hip, and Miss Russell gave a delighted shiver as I took one bow in each hand and simultaneously jerked the knots undone, so that the skimpy piece of fabric tumbled down between her legs.

I leaned over the schoolteacher, positioning her hands lower down the wall in front of her, so that she was bent over further with her ass sticking out behind her. Then I dropped down to squat upon my haunches between her legs, and for the first time I put my mouth to her cunt, licking along her labia, inhaling the musk of her arousal and tasting her sexual nectar. Miss Russell gave a little squeal of pleasure and delight, and then began to pant as I increased the pace and force of the cunnilingus. However, I stopped before she reached her climax, and instead rose to my feet again. I took a hank of her pretty blonde hair in my left hand and used it like the reins on a horse to yank her head around to the side. I pushed the two long fingers of my right hand into her mouth, and at once she got the idea, slobbering over them to make them more lubricated. When I felt that she had done that sufficiently, I removed my fingers and speared them into her cunt, swirling them round inside her vagina and rubbing hard against her clitoris.

‘Ooooh, yes! Aaah, Becky, my angel ... oh, sweet angel, make me cum, yes – fuck me, fuck me up, fuck right up me!’ she moaned, whilst managing to keep her voice down to a murmur that could not be heard outside the sexual furnace of our little cubicle.

‘Bitch ... you’re my fucking bitch now ... and all you’re good for is fucking, teacher-bitch, ain’t that so?’ I breathed hotly in her ear.

‘Aahhhh! Yes, oh! your bitch, yes, please let me be ... aaagggh! oh, let me come, make me ... please, fuck your fucking bitch!’ was Miss Russell’s soft mumbled submissive reply.

I stepped up the pace of my finger-fucking, and sure enough in about a minute I felt the teacher’s vaginal muscles clamp around my penetrating fingers, and then her back stiffened, her hips quaked, and her legs started to buckle at the knees. With a groan, she baptised the cover of the toilet seat with a spray of pussy-juice, and then slumped sideways against the cubicle wall, gasping for breath.

‘You don’t need no panties, you’re such a total lezzie fuck-slut, you’re such a whoring lesbo nympho, aren’t you?’ I said, scooping her discarded thong up from the floor. It was more of a statement than a question, but even so the teacher nodded in agreement. I pushed my tits back into my bra, buttoned up my uniform shirt, and then slid her panties up my legs, quickly tying them with a little bow at each hip. The knowledge that the warm sweaty fabric that had rubbed against my teacher’s cunt for the last several hours was now pressed against my pussy was incredibly erotic – and not just for me, as I heard Miss Russell’s broken gasp and saw her eyes widen and her nipples harden as she saw what I was doing. Once her panties were securely in place, I stepped into my skirt, fastening it again at my waist, and then completed my ensemble with my uniform jacket. Once fully dressed, I pulled up the front hem of my uniform skirt, showing my submissive schoolteacher once again the erotic sight of my cunt encased in her flimsy panties.

‘I’m keeping these – my little souvenir – and I like the idea of knowing, and being the only other person who knows, that under that skirt you have no panties, so you’re gonna stay that way for the rest of today, and then come to school wearing no panties for the rest of the week! Is that understood?’

Miss Russell seemed dazed and was slow to respond, so I slapped her face to bring her out of it.

‘Yoww!’ she wailed, but still had the presence of mind to do so as quietly as possible. At once she assented, and I could see that my plan of our shared secret knowledge that her cunt was naked underneath her smart skirt, and that the demure professional teacher that everyone else saw was really a wanton sapphic slut, was really lighting her fire – in fact, I was sure that she would be open and dripping all day.

I satisfied myself during the remaining four days of the week by having Miss Russell repeat our assignation in the toilet cubicle each day in the lunch-break, and on Thursday I was amused to find her already in the room when I entered it – in case anyone else came in before me, she was standing at one of the basins ostensibly washing her hands. I rewarded her initiative by letting her suck and lick my breasts for five minutes, before starting the usual sequence with her eating my pussy, and I also pinched her nipples with my free hand whilst finger-fucking her.

On Saturday I let the exhausted teacher lie fallow, instructing her to stay at home and get plenty of rest, for Saturdays were my other regular tryst with my first lover, Marcie the black Girl Scouts leader. As usual, I went to her house at two o’clock in the afternoon for a two-hour sexual marathon. On this occasion, fired up by the heady experiences of the week, I treated Marcie more roughly than ever – and she loved every second of it. She always liked it most when we both wore our Girl Scouts uniforms, and for me to keep as much of mine on for as long as possible.

The highlight on this afternoon was when I bound her – in her full uniform – onto one of her kitchen chairs, but with her knees lashed to each leg, so that she was not sitting on the chair but was stretched backwards over it in a C-shape, with her pelvis thrust out beyond the front of the seat and her tits pointing up towards the ceiling. I unbuttoned her Guide Leader’s jacket and blouse to expose her chest and the girlish pink bra that just covered her ample E cup breasts and contrasted so vividly with the ebony sheen of her skin. Taking a pair of scissors, I cut through the bra between the two cups, and the destroyed garment fell away to each side, baring her magnificently jutting mounds. My next step was to pull her uniform skirt up above her hips, and then I switched on her largest vibrator, pulled down the front of her matching pink panties, and forced the throbbing plastic cylinder into the soft dark folds of her cunt, until the base had almost disappeared. I switched it on to its highest setting, and then I pulled her panties firmly back up so that they would prevent any possibility of the vibrator either slipping loose or being forced out, and I sat back on another chair to watch the show,

Sure enough, within a few minutes Marcie began to grunt, and then to shiver and shake in her chair. Sweat coated her face and put a sheen on the gleaming black skin of her breasts, stomach and thighs, as the latter began to cramp convulsively – partly due to the erotic pulsing of the vibrator, and partly to the uncomfortable position in which she had been fixed. Marcie gave a shivering moan as she climaxed for the first time, and then she looked at me expectantly – but I had no intention of removing the buzzing dildo, or at least, not for some time yet. So the black woman began to wail as it drilled her to a second orgasm, and then soon afterwards to a third and a fourth. I accompanied these last two by lightly whipping her breasts and stomach with a small cat o’nine tails that she had recently bought.

Marcie moaned in shivering relief during all of this and her wide expressive eyes began to roll back into her head, exposing large amounts of white, but it was only when I started to lash her inner thighs, quite meanly, that her pleas took on a note of real desperation. I gave her an eager grin, and then placed my thumb on her panties where I could see the outline of the round base of the throbbing vibrator – and shoved it cruelly hard further up and into her. At once, Marcie began to shriek and thrash in the chair, pain mingling with arousal to flavour a heady cocktail – or rather, as it should be for us lesbians, a cunt-tail. She was now jerking so violently in her bonds that the chair was in danger of toppling sideways, but I steadied it with my feet, and let the vibrator continue to fuck her into two more spasming orgasms.

At last, seeing that Marcie was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion and sensory overload, I relented, tugging aside the sodden and twisted gusset of her panties, and then switching off the vibrator and withdrawing it from her sore and gaping pussy. I gave the warm cylinder a lick myself to taste her flavour, and then pushed it into the black woman’s mouth for her to suck clean. Let no one say that I don’t reward my bitches when they perform well, and I do like sometimes to be fucked myself with a big strap-on – so I told Marcie to put on my favourite, a wide ribbed purple plastic monster, and then I lay down on her bed on my back, wearing my full Girl Scout uniform. Despite the bruising strain of what I had just put her through, Marcie’s eyes glowed as she re-enacted one of our first sessions after she had originally seduced me – the one in which I had surrendered my virginity to her. She lay next to me on the bed, kissing me and exploring my chest with her hands, undoing my shirt buttons and slipping her hands through the gap to fondle my bra cups. Then she lifted my skirt and removed my panties, and I obligingly spread my legs apart. After giving my cunt some sweet oral attention, Marcie then brought the dildo up to the gap between my puffy labia and slid it into me – of course, this time there was no moment of initial sharp resistance. The black woman began to fuck me slowly, and then increased the pace steadily until her hips were jerking backwards and forwards, and the ribbed plastic rod was ramming deep into me. I surrendered myself to the feeling of being fucked, and all too soon I climaxed.

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