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Madeline had detention. Sam had regretted his angry shout the moment it had left his mouth. But he knew he had to keep the class in line. So here sat Madeline. The actual perpetrator of the incident now roaming the yard free to do what she wanted at lunch. Rebecca another eighteen-year-old juvenile delinquent sent to the school as punishment had started a rumour that Madeline was, in fact, a lesbian. Sam had been unaware this was a difficult rumour to dispel at an all-girls school.
It had all come to a head this morning. In group sessions when the girls were discussing reactions to certain scenes, they were instead ostracising and snickering at Madeline. Madeline, never the one to take something like this lying down, had walked out of the class. As she strode out of the classroom, Sam had bellowed. Now Madeline sat eyes red in lunch detention with him.
“Well, at least you beat the heat.” Sam hoped this may be an olive branch. The brooding silence was a sign otherwise. “Look I know of what they are doing Maddy, you can’t just walk out of a class like that.”
“It was that or rearrange Rebecca’s face,” Madeline said looking at Sam with angry eyes that almost seemed to steam with the fury in them.
“So, how are the other classes going? I know that this one is a dumpster fire,” Sam said as he pulled out and sat on a chair in front of Madeline.
“Shit,” Madeline said, catching a sob in her throat. “I am having huge problems in English and history. It’s my reading.” The sobs came more frequent now.
“Ok, have you spoken to Doreen, I mean Mrs Baxter about this?”
Madeline sneered, “That bitch thinks because I am in the Juvie system…” she trailed off and wiped her nose.
Sam nodded getting the idea. “I teach English and history. What about the reading is getting to you?”
“Shakespeare and Beowulf, and all the dates.” Madeline sobbed a little harder as she dropped her head in her arms.
Sam chuckled. “I’m sorry,” he said with a chuckle.
Madeline looked up at her teacher. “It’s not funny sir.”
“It is, it is,” said Sam. “If I had a dollar for every time I said that or heard that I would be a millionaire.”
The sobbing stopped. Madeline looked up at Sam, her huge green eyes, red-rimmed and shining. “Miss Gregors said you can do tutoring on a Saturday afternoon.” Madeline paused nervous for a moment. “Can, can you do this?”
“Miss Gregors, hmmm,” Sam said, his mind wandering on what Amelia Gregors had created here. These thoughts were reinforced by the sudden change in Madeline’s behaviour. The sobs had gone, smiles had brightened the tear moistened face.
“So Saturday afternoon?” Madeline said, excitedly bouncing in her chair, her bust wobbling along with her movements.
“Sure, I should be free,” Sam said reluctantly. “Did Amelia put you up to this Madeline?”
“She said that if you asked that, to say, she would speak to you at the conference she has this Friday.”
“Yes the conference,” Sam said with a smile. “How could I forget that?”
The rest of the school day progressed at a lazy heated pace. It gave Sam time to think about what was coming up. Amelia Gregors had no more or less become a weekly event of debauchery. From sessions involving him filling one of her orifices with his load and then blasting it out with piss, to long erotic sessions where all she did was suck his cock making him cum repeatedly, till it became a torturous pleasure. Now as he sat at his desk in English literature, he couldn’t help wonder what Amelia had set up.
“Sir,” a hand shot up it was silent reading time. The voice boomed through the silence. It was Rebecca, Madeline’s nemesis.
“Yes, Rebecca, how can I assist you?” Sam tried to sound upbeat, but he knew he sounded almost lethargic, the heat was knocking everyone about.
“Can I get a drink, sir?” Rebecca asked in a pleasing tone.
“Can you?” Sam said the heat had gone to his head and he was mentally preparing for Rebecca’s trite responses.
“Ah sir,” her tone shifted from her usual boisterous bullying mersin escort one to a quiet reserved one.
Sam sighed, “Come up here Rebecca.”
The woman was eighteen, yes she looked like a giant to the other girl’s everything was thicker and perfectly formed. Rebecca was thick, with generous curves that reminded him of Amelia Gregors. On top of all that Rebecca was plastered across the face with freckles and had a mane of golden-red hair. Rebecca leant over Sam’s desk and displayed two large eighteen-year tits bound into a lacy black bra. Sam was transfixed.
“I am not, um…” she whispered.
Sam recalled, Rebecca was not allowed out in the halls by herself, this had been because of some fairly well thought out theft.
“Fine,” Sam said in a hissed tone and stood up. “Off we go I need a drink.” Sam waited for Rebecca to get the point and she strode off in front of him. Sam thought he could get used to watching that big ass walk away.
The hallways were quiet, but also without a breath of either fresh or cool air. The two strode towards the nearest water bubbler. Upon arrival, Rebecca leant down and then stretched even further down. The move exposed two pale perfectly round butt cheeks, white and covered in fuzz like a ripe peach. Driven between them was a black lace thong, reminiscent of the eighteen-year-olds bra.
Sam soaked the vision up. Then quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching him. The building seemed abandoned in the hot summer humidity. Rebecca drank from the bubbler, coughed and sputtered standing rigidly up. Sam slapped her on the back as she coughed.
“You ok?” Sam said.
Through wretched coughs, she spoke, “Seat, I feel dizzy.”
One hand on her waist the other on her extended arm he moved her gently into an empty supply closet. There in the cool, he maneuvered her to sit on a hard wooden stool that lined the wall. In the cool darkness, Sam could easily make out that Rebecca had soaked the front of her top.
Large round breasts were supported by the black lace bra, however so larger were Rebecca’s mammaries that her nipples and areola sat just above the cup of her bra. Sam was once again hypnotically transfixed by tits.
“Ah sir?” the voice had mirth.
“Yes,” Sam said as he looked Rebecca in the face. “Are you ok?”
“Never better, “Rebecca said with a shiver. “I can’t seem to go back to the class like this though.”
A look of puzzlement crossed Sam’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Rebecca cupped each of her ponderous tits and squeezed them together causing some water there to pool together. “This sir.”
“Ah huh,” Sam said with a cheeky grin. “You could stand over by that fan and I could turn it on the breeze would dry your shirt quicker.”
Never letting go of her breasts Rebecca spoke. “Sure a first for everything.”
Sam walked over and turned the power on for the fan Rebecca stood in front of the huge cage where the blades spun safely behind. Cranking the power he watched as Rebecca stood arms outstretched.
“I don’t get it? Never stood in front of a fan?” he said referring to her, the first time for everything. Sam reached down to turn the power off.
“Oh,” Rebecca said with a laugh. “That, well I am the one usually giving the blow jobs.”
*****
Saturday afternoon came with a reprieve from the heat. Rain and a cool breeze hinted at the seasonal change coming. Thunder boomed, but no storm seemed to shake the area. It seemed to be more atmospheric and Sam felt like he was in some weird horror movie. He sat in his front room going through boxes of books. It was a vain attempt to clean up. He had missed his weekly debauched romp with Amelia, however, she kept him up to date with her travels.
The knock at the door startled him. “Just a minute,” Sam yelled. Walking to the front door he regretted not pruning the tree. He could not see through to the front door. He pondered who his visitor was. Was it the pizza or his late student?
“Hi, sir!” Madeline’s shrill kocaeli escort greeting had him smiling.
Sam’s eyes widened when he saw what she was wearing. A bikini top that was way too small for her large breasts. Her shorts although denim had a cut more like briefs, so much so that the cloth pockets hung freely and sat against her long, thin legs. Finishing the ensemble off were striped knee-high socks and sneakers. Sam grabbed the offered hand and hauled Madeline into the room.
“Whoa, sir!” Madeline exclaimed with surprise.
“What are you wearing? Sam was about to rant about her looking like a hooker, his phone dinged in his pocket. Eager to see any news from his cougar Amelia, he snatched it up. Sam directed Madeline to sit in the chair he had just vacated. “Sit here, I have an important message.”
Madeline smiled like a cat that caught the bird. “Sure sir Ill be right here.”
Sam ignored the sass and moved into his office. The message was from Amelia. Nude Amelia sat spread leg on a large pair of black legs, a thick veiny cock was impaling her ass. A smile and a wink. Sam grinned as she mentioned that there was an inner-city school teacher that plowed her ass. A text message came next.
I was worried about you being on your own this weekend. So I got you a student. She is transferring to your classes and needs the extra credit. I have good authority that she is good at extra credit.
Sam looked at the text. He couldn’t comprehend it. What had Amelia prepared here?
I don’t understand.
The response came quicker than he expected.
Is that girl running late?
Sam shakily typed the next few lines.
Do you mean Madeline?
Sam’s heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest. The phone vibrated again.
Yes, she is legal, beautiful and can suck a golf ball through twenty feet of hose.
Sam’s heart beat faster as he felt his cock go hard. Amelia provided for him in her absence. His phone dinged again, it was Amelia. She had a selfie with a huge spray of cum over her face a large black cock sat in her petite hands.
I expect pics.
“Sir?” Madeline’s voice startled Sam.
“Yes. Sorry. Just something…..” Sam’s voice trailed off as he watched the eighteen-year-old goddess walk nude, except for knee-high socks, into his office.
“Miss said, you may need some,” she hefted her huge tits, “visual encouragement.”
Sam slipped his flip-flops off and dropped his shorts. Hard long and aching his cock stood at attention. Madeline licked her lips and smiled.
Madeline stepped up to Sam and gently pushed him, taking the hint he sat and spread his legs. Madeline knelt in between his legs and came close to Sam, his thick, pre-cum oozing cock grazing the large pale under-boobs.
“Miss tells me you are quite the act,” Madeline gripped the base of Sam’s cock with both hands. Madeline leant down and with a moan inserted the head of Sam’s aching cock into her mouth.
Sam moaned the suction was perfect. The occasional graze of teeth made him shudder in ecstasy and the hammering of Madeline’s tongue on his piss-hole made him moan. Then suddenly she relaxed her throat and swallowed his cock. Madeline bobbed, hands-free on his rigid pole. Her hands cupping her massive tits. Popping the cock out of her mouth she encircled the purple-headed, saliva-coated prick with her fleshy boobs.
“Well sir, I think this is at least a pass.”
“Uh-huh,” was all Sam could muster.
“Now this needs to be regular, I’m thinking Saturday afternoons?” Madeline inserted the head of Sam’s cock in her mouth holding it with her teeth and pummelling the head with her tongue. “Uh-huh?” she said nodding her head.
“Yess,” Sam sighed. A signal for Madeline to suck hard on his sensitive head.
This time when a message chime went off it was Madeline’s phone. Much to Sam’s relief she stopped. He wanted to taste more of this newly legal sex goddess in front of him. Blowing an epic load down Madeline’s throat now samsun escort seemed rather anti-climatic.
“Hang on,” Madeline said standing up. Her perfectly manicured pubic mound coming into Sam’s eye line. Madeline bound out of the room.
Sam sighed his cock bouncing with every movement he made. Grinning involuntarily as he felt Madeline’s drool roll down his taut ball-sack. Sam’s phone dinged again. It wasn’t Amelia, this time it was Madeline.
Come to the bathroom.
Sam at a jog made it to his bathroom. Madeline was on all fours her perfect round ass in the air. Madeline had leant forward so that her generous sized mammaries were crushed into the cool tiles and pooled in puddles of breasts around her torso. Kneeling Sam examined her gaping and lust oozing cunt.
“I will fill you up with this,” Sam said, then paused. “Do I need a condom?”
“Sir, normally I would say what for? My backdoor. But our mutual benefactor, as she calls herself organised for me to be on the pill. That was oh a few months ago.”
“Jesus, how long had she had this planned?” Sam said in astonishment.
Grinning like a schoolboy Sam moved forward and lunged his rigid cock into Madeline’s gaping cunt. The squelch was audible.
“Oh. Shit. Sir, that’s a nice cock,” Madeline said squirming her ass on Sam’s aching rod. Her phone dinged again, Madeline reached forward and read the message. “Miss said no cumming in me, we need photographic evidence that you are not missing a week of debauchery.”
Sam slowed his feverish thrusts and forced himself to balls deep in Madeline. “What pic will send her?”
“Oh, I have an idea, sir.” Madeline lifted her torso up and her huge tits swung with the movement. Turning she flashed an impish grin at Sam.
“Really Madeline, I didn’t take you as being debauched,” Sam said with a puff.
“How close to popping are you sir?” Madeline said sliding his thick throbbing cock out of her wanton snatch.
“Close,” he said with a squeak. Madeline’s movement to remove his cock had almost caused him to blow then.
With a grin, Madeline got up and knelt on one side of his immaculately clean porcelain toilet. She leant forward and pulled the seat up. Her boobs huge and round were crushed nipple first into the outside rim of the bowl. “On the other side, sir.”
Madeline knew Amelia well. Sam in lust leapt up to stand on the other side of the loo. He fed Madeline his cock. Which she gladly took into her mouth. Her free hand took a picture in a selfie pose of the two of them. However, Madeline still did not press send.
Pumping his cock with one hand and working the head of his throbbing erection with her mouth, tongue and occasionally teeth. Sam felt the point of no return pass at a hundred miles per hour.
“Madeline…” was all he could say.
Popping the cock out of her mouth and squishing it into her closed lips, Sam erupted. Shooting thick creamy ropes first all over her succulent red lips, then her chin, her nose, her cheek and up onto her forehead. Groaning as he went. Madeline’s dirty talk, made his erupting cock spasm, with lust.
“Come on sir, I have been a good girl, give me my marks.”
Soon, the ejaculations stopped and Madeline knelt on the other side of the toilet, a mess of cum and spit. She looked up at him demurely.
“Are you going to finish the job?” she said squeezing her cleavage together as some gooey cum rolled off her chin and splattered her toilet bound tits.
Sam looked at her incredulously. “You want me to piss on you.”
“I need a cleanup.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth that Sam let loose. His stream first blasted her face, Madeline though opened her mouth and tried to catch his piss. It splattered and went all over her chin and face. Rivulets went down her tits. He soaked her fringe. Madeline alternating between moaning and drinking his hot urine. All the while she snapped pics.
Later as they sat together on the chase in his lounge room. Still naked but cleaned from the debauchery they sent the pictures to Amelia.
“Wonder what miss will say?” Madeline said referring to Amelia. She snuggled into Sam, her naked breasts crushed into his torso.
“Miss Gregors has a unique take on things.”
In unison, both their phones dinged with a new message. It was Amelia.
I’m coming home to play with both of you!
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