It was that time of year again. For some reason, the school holiday period never seemed long. Six weeks sounded like a long time, but it wasn’t. Elizabeth heard the raucous bedlam halfway down the corridor from last year’s students in their final year. She would, unconditionally, be glad to see the back of them. She took a deep breath and opened the door to the classroom, half expecting them to fall quiet, but they didn’t. A group of boys gathered in the top corner, looking at something on one of their phones. The language they used would normally elicit detention, but she couldn’t be bothered, not on her first day back.
“Right. Quiet. Everyone,” she shouted. Only half the room fell quiet; the other half, wondering why the noise had dropped.
“Billy, Jimmy, Patrick – I said quiet.” The rest slowly fell into place. “Put that phone away now.”
She waited for compliance, and it slowly crept into place as the class settled. She stood facing her students and took a deep breath.
“This is an important year for you all. At the end, there will be your final exams. They will define your future, as they defined mine a long time ago.” Elizabeth paused to let her words sink in.
“I want you all to do your best,” she continued. Knowing that there was no hope for Billy O’Dowd or that group of rascals he hung out with. “I want to be proud of all of you, and of what you achieve, but most of all I want you to be proud of yourselves. I will help, encourage and do my best for every one of you. I promise.”
She ended her first-day-of-term speech with a smile. Not quite the Aragorn battle speech at the Black Gates, but it would do, she thought.
“Right, Geography. Specifically, Scottish geography.” The lesson had officially started.
“We know about geography, Miss,” a voice shouted from the back of the room. Elizabeth looked up. It was Billy O’Dowd. “We know all about Hill sixty, Miss, and why it’s called that, Miss.”
Elizabeth kept a straight face; inside, she was a little shocked at the reference, but on the outside, her composure was as solid as the Dunhouse buff sandstone that composed Hill sixty. She took the reference to presume that Billy was just being himself, an arsehole.
“Really,” she replied. “Well, we won’t be covering that particular part of Scotland, so it’s wasted knowledge, Billy.”
“I don’t think it is, Miss,” he continued.
“Well, it will have to wait,” insisted Elizabeth. She picked up a set of books and handed them to the first row of students so that they could pass them back. It was the new coursework.
“Turn to page twenty-three.” The first lesson of the new year had started.
Despite the rush to attain knowledge, which was largely absent for thirty per cent of the class, she persisted and provided a solid grounding in the coursework. Her mind was constantly revisiting the Hill Sixty episode, but what also got her attention was a line drawing on the edge of Billy’s paper as she walked around the class. It was blatant and large enough for her to see clearly. A simple drawing consisting of a pair of boobs with a prick between them. Putting both of those references together made her feel uneasy. His leering smile didn’t calm her nerves either.
Two hours later, they all filed out for a one-hour English Language class, God knows most of them needed that, then back into her class just before lunch to ensure they hadn’t bunked off school before attending the rest of the afternoon lessons, specifically History and Technology.
She was glad to see everyone was back in their seats when the bell rang. She let them file out of her class as she wiped the board. She was shocked to see Billy O’Dowd standing behind her when she turned around, shocked because he was a little too close, and his leering smile was disconcerting.
“Don’t you have a lunch break?” she said.
“My lunch is standing in front of me, Miss,” he replied.
“Elizabeth tilted her head. Questioning his reasoning by looking deep into his eyes.
“And how do you suppose that is?”
“Well, it’s like this, Miss.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, fumbled with the controls, tilted it on its side, and held it out for Elizabeth to take hold.
She watched a video feed unfold. She did her best to stop her hands from shaking, and at one point, she closed her eyes. Her dry mouth formed into a stern pout. She swallowed hard, coughed, and handed him back the phone. Her eyes stared him out. It was pointless denying what she saw.
“And?” she braved him out.
“That’s you, Miss,” he stated, “it would be a pity to see your career come crashing down. Wouldn’t it?”
Elizabeth looked at him hard. She didn’t have to ask him what it would take to keep him quiet. She knew all too well. Her gaze lowered to see a tent forming in the trousers department. His sleazy smile enraged her to the very core. If it were anyone else who came up to her and showed her that video in the Titwood, she would have reached for the baby oil and escorted them into the back room. But this was Billy O’Dowd – the worst type of character to get involved with.
She stared him out, with arms across her chest, partly as defiance and partly to console herself for what she was about to do. The more she looked at his groin, the more she resigned herself to the finality of it.
Fuck, she thought. May as well go for it. Let him believe that she didn’t care about the video or its content. Let him see that she was that person in the video, that she loved acting like Betty. Why not encourage him, draw him into her world and shock the fuck out of him? If she could convince him she didn’t give a fuck, then he would be disarmed. His ammunition would be useless, and it would give her time to load her own guns in retaliation.
A grin appeared on Elizabeth’s face as Betty took control of the situation. She lifted her hands to undo a button on her blouse. She stared into Billy’s eyes, watching him watch her eagerly undress.
“Come on then, Billy. Show me what I’ve got to work with?”
Another button was undone, and a third. They popped open easily, after all, she had had plenty of practice. It was a shame there was no baby oil in the top drawer of her desk; she would have to remedy that, and soon.
Billy looked at the spectacle before him with a shocked look on his face. He hadn’t expected her to be so compliant, so quickly. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This was really happening.
“Right here, miss, in the classroom? Anyone could come in.”
The grin on her face became wider. Wicked. She could feel a familiar dampness in her knickers. She felt alive, excited, wanton and on school premises.
“Get it out, Billy, or walk away.”
It was that simple. The turnaround was so efficient. She watched him fumble with his trousers as she discarded her blouse, placing it carefully on the chair beside her. She glanced up at the clock on the wall, confident that there would be plenty of time before anyone would be walking the corridors. Billy’s zip finally opened. She gazed at the way he fumbled inside his trousers, but was impressed when he fished his tool out and let it bounce before her eyes. His cock glistened, pulsed, and throbbed. His bell-end was a bright red colour as if it was blushing.
“What would you like, Billy, a blowjob,” she undbuttoned her bra and took it off, “or a titty-fuck,” she offered, holding her tits together and shaking them with her hands. Her nipples were rock hard, and it was all Billy could do to wrench his stare away from those bouncing beauties.
“I want to fuck you, Miss. Always have done, Miss.”
She stared at him. The way he confessed was said with so much feeling. Was this Billy letting go of his macho ego, revealing his want, his need, his desire? And she was it. In that instant, she realised that he fancied her. It wasn’t just blackmail. It was his means to an end. She wondered how long he had been harbouring these feelings for her. And then it hit her. This was going to be easier than she first thought. She had him bang to rights. She realised that Billy O’Dowd would do anything to fuck her, to moisten his cock on her sticky pussy juice, to shaft her velvety twat, to hold her smooth breasts and suck on her nipples. She looked at him with her head tilted to one side, watching him feel uneasy and uncertain as to what she was going to say next. He needn’t have worried.
Elizabeth realised that she was still holding her breasts together to amplify her cleavage. In an instant, she knew exactly how this was going to go down. Reaching out, she took hold of his cock and tickled it with her fingers. It bounced and twitched in anticipation. She grabbed the tip and slid her hand over it, feeling the heat and the strength of his erection. She pulled him with her to the book cupboard. So, she thought, Billy O’Dowd wants to fuck me. Her pussy nearly gushed as she opened the door, stepped inside and brought Billy with her.
She let go of his cock and stepped away from him as far as she could go in the confined space. Virtually the whole room was stacked with coursework. A small desk was positioned in front of a tiny window; it was the only source of light in the room, but it was enough. With her eye fixed on Billy, she hiked her skirt, hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them down to the floor in one swift movement. She watched his dick jerk. She picked them off the floor, looked at the sodden crutch and threw them in Billy’s direction. His reaction was quick.
“Souvenir for you, Billy, you may take those home with you,” she teased.
Elizabeth turned around, grasped the table and bent forward at the waist. Her breasts, topped with aching nipples, brushed against the table, causing a stir between her legs.
“Fuck me!” Billy exclaimed.
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, “No, it’s you who’s going to fuck me, Billy. Come on, shove that cock in me. Fill my pussy. Take me. Make me cum.”
Billy stepped towards her ass. He rested one hand on her bottom until it stopped shaking, and let his fingers brush the crease before sliding them under her and towards her slit. Her soaked pussy felt exquisite, and he couldn’t believe how wet she was.
“Don’t make me wait for it, Billy,” her voice hoarse and her amusing tone demanding. “I’m so wet for you,” she said, piling it on.
He stared at her body reclined over the small table, her plump and rounded ass smooth and bare and her juicy twat just a few centimetres from the end of his dick. He swiped it along her slit a few times. His lips quivered. Was he really doing this? Was this happening? Every time it touched her, a jolt of electricity shot through his groin. It was all he could do to stop himself from ejaculating on the spot.
Billy pushed his cock forward all the way in. This was heaven, this was what he had wanted for so long, to fuck his teacher, to fuck Miss McCullough. For a MILF, she felt so fucking tight. He wasn’t expecting that. His hands initially rested on the tops of her hips before he moved them to the side.
“That’s it, Billy, grab my hips and fuck your cock into me. I need it.”
He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. This was his teacher, the one who spoke prim and proper English at all times. The same teacher who was now issuing a string of expletives to encourage him to fuck her twat. He shook his head in disbelief. His hands felt comfortable on her hips, and it was an unexpected turn of events when she thrust her ample bottom back onto his length.
“You’re a dirty fucker, Miss,” he said, standing still and watching her ass bounce off his stomach.
Billy didn’t know the half of it. A dirty fucker she was: not at home with her husband behind closed doors, but in the Titwood pub behind that red door with the baby oil, at the back of the church with her fingers in her pussy fiddling away during the boring sermons, on Hill Sixty with Dark Dickie fucking his big black cock into her. Of course, she was a dirty fucker. What did he expect? She was born in his part of town.
“Feel my tits, Billy,” she pleaded, “Pinch my nipples, fuck me and make me cum.”
Billy shook his head. He couldn’t believe his luck. If he told his friends what happened here, well, they wouldn’t believe him. Jimmy and Patrick would call him a liar to his face. He reached forward, cupped his teacher’s breasts and separated them from the table they rested on. They felt warm, soft, comforting. With every thrust, they wobbled seductively in his hands, which he shook from side to side. He didn’t have time to pinch her nipples as she suggested.
“I’m going to cum, Miss,” he declared, shaking his head as if to convince himself that he wasn’t. But, he was. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her tight sheath, her bouncing ass, gorgeous tits, and filthy mouth pushed him well beyond his normal staying power. He was going to cum.
“Cum in me, Billy. Fill me up. Give it to me.” The filth poured out of her mouth.
Fill her up, he thought. He had no other option. Spunk was pouring out of the end of his dick as he pushed inside. He managed a few more thrusts, but the sheer exhilaration of him fucking into her caused him to slow down and bury his cock as deep as he could. He felt the pressure, the throbbing, the sheer exhilaration of release.
Elizabeth started to move only when she felt that his dick was spent. It was all a little too quick, and yet she congratulated herself for making him climax so quickly and efficiently. Straightening up, she felt Billy take a few steps backwards. His dick flopping out of her pussy. Her sex juices and his cum brushed against his trousers, and he quickly made to push his cock back into his pants. He stood before her, disbelief on his face at climaxing so quickly. A wry grin on hers for making him do just that. She could almost feel his embarrassment.
If it were Big Mac standing there, she’d have told him to clean her up, but she didn’t think that Billy would be that sort of bloke.
“Would you mind fetching my blouse and bra, Billy?” she asked politely, pointing to the door.
She watched him waddle through the door with his flaccid dick safely packed away. Billy retrieved her garments from outside and handed them to her.
“What now?” Billy asked.
“You want to go again?” Elizabeth retorted, slipping her fingers along her pussy in excited expectation. “I’m up for that if you are?”
“I m…meant, what now?” His finger was pointing between her body and his, and she was amazed that her confidence even had him stammering.
“Tell you what,” she giggled at the thought, “Why don’t you take that video home tonight, watch it, and remember what happened in this book cupboard?”
Billy’s face dropped six inches. He couldn’t believe she had just said that. It made him feel small and irrelevant. He was the one with the evidence of infidelity; he was the one with the ace up his sleeve. Wasn’t he?
The lunch break neared its end, and they could hear people moving around in the corridor. Elizabeth covered her breasts and retrieved her knickers from where Billy had dropped them.
“I thought they were my souvenir?” he said.
“They were, but I need them to soak up all your cum,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I can’t be seen leaking while teaching, can I?” Billy nodded his approval.
She put them back on and waited for his spunk to seep into them before she could make her way to the toilets. Billy made himself decent. She opened the door to the classroom.
“If there’s anything else you want to talk to me about, Billy, don’t forget I am here to help you, even during our lunch break.” She winked at him, then smirked at his awkwardness as he stood in the doorway.
All Billy could think about at that moment was his dick in her tight pussy. The way his cum poured into her as she bent over the table. The way she acted. Were all teachers like this? Or was Miss McCullough a one-off?
As he left the classroom, Elizabeth made it look like they had had a one-on-one session; they had, just not the kind she made every passerby think they had. She immediately headed for the female toilets.
Closing the door, Elizabeth closed her eyes. What had she done? Had she played it right or wrong? Her chest strained with heavy breathing. Her knickers were sodden under her skirt. She ripped off a ton of paper and pulled her knickers to the floor for a second time, this time to wipe Billy’s spunk from her. She squeezed it out as best she could. She wondered how many girls had done the same thing in these very toilets. She shuddered to think.
Back in the classroom, she walked to the window and looked out. She smiled inwardly, at least she felt fucked, used and taken even though she didn’t climax. That didn’t matter. She would be looking forward to school tomorrow for sure, because she knew that Billy wouldn’t be a one-day wonder. At least, she hoped he wouldn’t be.
There was one burning question on her mind. Where had Billy got that video from? The boobs and the prick drawing she could understand, especially if he had spoken with Two Soups at the bar and had put two and two together.
The week was interesting. She awoke earlier and earlier throughout the week, feeling overly horny. Every day, she masturbated on the toilet seat before her shower, despite her husband occasionally lying in bed with a hard-on when he didn’t have to attend work so early. She ignored his needs and rushed off to school. There were much bigger fish in that pond.
Tuesday was a non-event, and yet she was wet thinking about whether Billy would require additional tutoring; Wednesday saw her entertain Billy once more. The whole episode didn’t last that long, but he did, giving her the fucking she craved. He made her climax, pushing into her hard and fast. He came just as she was about to tell him to pull her hair. It was another tool in her armoury. Next time for sure, she thought.
Thursday scared her. Billy entered the book cupboard, her breasts bare, and pulled out over the top of her bra. Her knickers were on the floor as his fingers slid into her.
Then the door opened as wide as her eyes. Standing in the doorway were Jimmy and Patrick, eagerly feasting their eyes on their teacher. Billy stood back from her.
“They didn’t believe me when I told them I was fucking you, Miss,” he said.
“Well, OK. You can go now, boys, you’ve got your evidence.” She started to pull herself together. As far as Elizabeth was concerned, that was it for the day.
They had other ideas, and both boys walked towards her, pushed her back against the books, and started pawing at her body. She felt helpless, and she watched as they dipped their heads to her breasts and started sucking on her nipples. As soon as they latched onto her teats, she started to respond.
As a teacher, she felt dirty, and yet this wasn’t her first foursome. She’d had more than four men when she was in University. Coerced into it by her then-boyfriend, who organised the twelve-man event; all of them students, except one who seemed a lot older and who turned out to be the kindest of them all. He was the warden of the halls of residence. She remembered being covered in spunk that night. Everyone poured the contents of their balls over her face and tits, with every inch of her body, used as a fuck toy, a suck toy and a wank toy.
It was a memory she had suppressed and hidden in the darkest room of her mind, with the doors closed; not even her husband knew that secret. Hopefully, nobody had used camera phones on that fateful night. The evidence scarred on her mind and body. She had loved the experience, but it was far less pleasant than it should have been.
And here she was, back against the bookshelves, two teenagers sucking and fondling her tits, and both trying to insert their fingers into her wet pussy at the same time.
She looked at Billy, smiling as he watched them fumble their way across her body. Elizabeth turned to Jimmy. She pulled his hand away from her pussy, causing him to look into her eyes.
“Finger my ass,” she whispered.
He seemed shocked, just like Billy was on the first day of school.
“Go on, push your finger into my ass. Right there,” she guided his hand to where she wanted it to go, felt along his index finger and positioned it against her anus.
Jimmy pushed it in.
“Fucking hell, it’s in her ass, guys,” he shouted.
He pushed it all the way in before fucking her with it. Patrick was doing the same with his fingers in her pussy. She felt a throbbing sensation in her lower body, a thrill she couldn’t quite latch onto. She raised her hands to both of their heads and pushed their mouths back onto her tits. With her nipples throbbing in their mouths, Elizabeth latched onto that feeling and started to shake. She fucked their fingers as much as they fucked her holes.
“Finger fuck me, both of you,” she instructed.
Her eyes closed, her mouth opened and, gasping for much-needed air, her body throbbed, and her legs gave way beneath her; it was all too much. She nearly collapsed on the floor, and if it wasn’t for Patrick holding her around her waist, she would have.
The climax was final, a total body orgasm that pushed her over the edge and off the proverbial cliff.
She was startled when she opened her eyes. In front of her was Billy, his phone pointing right at the three of them, with his face concentrating on the screen.
She didn’t want that to happen; she couldn’t afford more evidence of her wanton behaviour, especially on school premises.
“Stop that, now,” she scolded him, pushed the two guys to one side and moved towards Billy. She grabbed the phone and quickly deleted the last video before giving it back to him.
“Today’s lesson in double orgasms is now over,” she said politely. And it was a double orgasm too, she felt herself cum in her pussy and ass almost at the same time. She felt wonderful just before she opened her eyes and saw Billy.
Patrick and Jimmy didn’t seem phased by not getting their dicks out. They were quite happy to leave the bookstore, grinning and laughing, and with Patrick sucking his fingers as they left.
“What are you not sucking your fingers, Jimmy?” Said Billy, yet the joke was lost on his friend.
Billy looked sheepish. He apologised for the phone incident, which made her feel a little sympathetic. In the heat of the moment, these things happen, she guessed, and it was with regret that she laid the law down for future bookstore meetings: they would only be open to Billy, and only once a week. He would have to control his mates and explain that she was off-limits to them. He reluctantly agreed.
Elizabeth desperately needed to curtail these events, nip them in the bud and return to more normal school activities. Continued absence from the teacher’s common room during lunch breaks would raise alarm bells, and she couldn’t afford for that to happen. She was happy that Billy understood, and as long as he got his end away, then the situation would be far more manageable. Besides, in a few more sessions, after being introduced to pussy and ass licking, she would have him cleaning her pussy with gusto.
The sky had suddenly become her limit – and with a rampant teenager in tow.
