18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales 2
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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**All Characters depicted in this book are Eighteen years of age or older**
Story 1 – The History Teacher, Miss Jones
Story 5 – The Sweetest Lesbian
Story 14 – My Stepmother’s Affliction
The History Teacher, Miss Jones
I looked up from my desk and caught sight of the clock on the back wall. “Time’s up people, stop writing and put your test on my desk as you leave,” I said.
The students obeyed without question and then the chattering started as they began to leave for the next class.
“I found that a bit too hard and I’m glad it’s not the final test,” said John.
“I hear ya, if it had been the mid-term exam I’d be getting a ‘D’ average for sure,” replied Steve.
I’d overheard that conversation as I watched them leave and looked at them closely. Both Steve and John were the jocks of the classroom along with Buck and Simon. They were popular, especially with the girls but not one of them made the effort in their courses as they did for football. They just tried to do well enough to stay on the team. I knew they had to do well in this class to maintain their grade point average but it didn’t look good for these football players.
My name is Eva Jones and at twenty-eight, I had the dream job that I worked hard to get. I started teaching at the high school level but it wasn’t rewarding enough for me. I wanted to work with students that made the choice to attend college to get a better education. When I finally secured a position at the local college teaching older students, I felt I’d found my calling.
As I looked at them sauntering out the door, I wondered if I should just assign the extra-credit now or wait until they ask for help. As Simon passed my desk, I overheard him say something that made my mind up. Simon was telling his friend how he wanted to nail the upcoming exam, in order to pursue the love of his life, football. Buck whispered back that he’d love to nail something else and I knew he was talking about me, as they both started to laugh.
Just then, the rest of the foursome caught up and they started to leave.
“Simon, Buck, Steve and John, can you stay behind for a minute please, there is something we need to talk about,” I asked as the rest of the students vanished out the door.
When the classroom was empty, they stood waiting anxiously for what I had to say.
“Guys, I know how important this mid-term exam is to all of you but the way it stands at the moment, unless you get a “B” or higher you’re not going to make your grade point average. However, not all is lost because I’ve decided to help you. I’m only assuming here but I’m guessing you would want this help?” I said.
“Yes Miss Jones,” they all said together.
“Right, now I know that my open office hours here at the college conflicts with your other classes and practice so we’re going to have get this done after practice over at my house. Here is my address,” I said quickly writing my address down on a piece of paper and handing it to them, “I suggest you come around at seven tonight and I can give you some outlines and study guides to point you in the right direction. Of course what you do with this info is up to you, but just so you know I’m not going to automatically pass you or give you a higher grade because you play on the football team.”
They all thanked me and left the room. I carried on as usual for the rest of the day and got home about six ‘o’clock that night. The first thing I did was to get a shower and let my hair down. I always dressed very conservatively at college but never at home. I enjoyed wearing my jeans and a tee shirt around the house and on that particular night, I was feeling a little mischievous, so I wore a low-cut top and waited for the Guys to turn up.
I wasn’t wearing my glasses, as I only needed them to read the small print in the textbooks so I knew I looked completely different from how I looked at college. When the doorbell rang, I answered it straight away, to find all four of them waiting.
“Come in Guys, make yourself at home. I need to get the paperwork from upstairs before we can begin so help your self to a soda or juice from the fridge,” I said as I closed the front door behind them.
I noticed straight away that they’d all been taken by surprise by how I was dressed but I ignored it. I then went upstairs and into my bedroom. Once I got to my bedroom, I closed the door and decided to switch on the house intercom. It was something my ex-boyfriend installed a couple of years before we split up and was the only thing he ever gave me that was worth keeping. I was shocked to hear them immediately begin to talk about me.
“My God Guys, I’d seriously love to fuck that,” said Buck.
“Buck, keep your voice down will ya for God’s sake, but I agree with you, she is seriously hot,” replied Simon.
“She looks like another woman to me,” said an astonished Steve.
“Yeah she does, but it’s only because she’s not wearing those god awful glasses and she’s let her hair down. Plus, we’d never see her wearing jeans and a tee shirt at the college,” added John.
“I wonder how she’s going to help us,” said Simon.
“I’m hoping it’s orally,” replied Buck, which started everyone else laughing.
After hearing that I turned the intercom off, grabbed the outlines and study guides that I was looking for and went back down stairs. Seeing them standing around, I told them to join me in the sitting room.
“Okay Guys, as you all know when class started you got an outline of the course, a detailed list of the chapters we’d be covering each week and the dates of the mid-term and final exam. You were also given a list of two books, that were required reading. The first book covers the history of the American Civil War and all you have to do is read it, take notes of dates, places and names and you shouldn’t have much trouble with the mid-term exam. With the exam coming up in a week’s time, I suggest you all set a day aside for when you will read it. I made copies of the study guide for the book,” I said handing it over to Steve to distribute.
“Thank you Miss Jones,” he said as he took them from my hand.
“Please, we’re not at the college now. It’s ok if you call me Eva. I’m going to have a beer; since we’re all over 21 would you like a beer too?” I added.
They all looked at each other, with a look of innocence.
“Oh please, everyone and their mothers know you Guys drink beer,” I said watching them visibly relax.
“I’d love one Miss…I mean Eva,” replied Buck.
I grabbed five beers from the fridge and opened them all before returning to the sitting room.
“There you go Guys, now I want to talk a little about your hopes and dreams and what I’m about to say should not be taken out of context. I realize that you all have dreams of becoming big football stars, but statistically speaking most college graduates do not go on to become the football stars they envision themselves to be. It has nothing to do with your talent for the game, which is unquestionable. It has more to do with finding out that the game isn’t what you thought or hoped it would be,” I said.
“My mom’s always telling me that,” said Steve.
“She’s doing that because she cares and doesn’t want to see you disappointed when nothing big comes from it all. Of course, there are those that do go on to become well known football stars and I hope it happens for all of you. However, you need to study harder than most people do, in order that you have something to fall back on should you fail.”
“I’ve known that for a while now, which is why I’ve wanted to do better on the academic side of things,” replied Simon.
“As far as your concerned Simon, you don’t have much to worry about. Your art teacher showed me some of your sketches the other day and that’s a real talent you have there,” I said knowingly.
“Thank you, I must admit I do like art but I can’t see it paying the bills,” he replied.
“Don’t sell yourself short Simon, there is a lot of money out there for real talent and even if you struggled at first, I’m sure you’d be discovered sooner or later,” I replied.
That’s when I noticed Buck was staring at my chest and I thought I’d tease him a little. I reached over to grab his empty beer bottle knowing that he was getting an eyeful as the neck of my tee shirt gapped to expose my cleavage.
“Would you like another beer?” I said innocently.
“Um…yes please,” he replied.
Believe it, or not. I was happy with just teasing them and showing that there was more to me than just a teacher. I never intended, their visit to go any further, but what happened next changed all that. I got up, grabbed the empty bottles and walked towards the kitchen. My living room furniture has ornate fabric around the bottom edges, and when I tried to cut the corner by walking between the two chairs, my foot must have caught on the fabric and I suddenly found myself falling over and spraining my ankle.
“Oh crap,” I said as I hit the floor clutching my ankle.
The Guys were all around me in an instant, helping me to get to my feet.
“Are you alright Eva that was quite a fall?” said Steve.
I placed my foot onto the floor and a sharp pain shot up my leg. They could see my distress and helped me into one of the chairs.
“I’m sorry Guys I wasn’t looking where I was going. I think I’ve twisted my ankle, it really hurts.”
“Now that’s something we know about,” said Buck before kneeling down and lifting up my leg.
He then tried to roll the jeans leg up but they were tight fitting and found that he couldn’t.
“Steve, go into the bathroom and fetch a large bath towel. John, get a large pot of cold water from the kitchen,” he said with authority.
When they came back, he just looked up at me and handed me the towel.
“Cover yourself up with this Eva and unfasten your jeans,” he said.
I hesitated at first, but seeing that I would still be covered I followed his directions. The next thing I know, he’s pulling my jeans down and off and is lifting my leg up to examine it once again. He then moved my foot around slowly and pressed his fingers gently around the slightly swollen area.
“Does that hurt, or is it bearable?” he said.
“It’s really uncomfortable but not unbearable,” I replied.
“Okay, that’s good because it means you haven’t broken anything. I’m going to place your foot in the cold water and you need to leave it there for at least fifteen minutes. That will help stop the swelling, after which I will massage your ankle for a while and then you have to stay off your feet for the rest of the night,” he said.
I thanked him and we carried on talking while Steve went out to the kitchen for some more beers. Twenty minutes later, I was raising my leg again and Buck was massaging my ankle. I didn’t notice the towel falling off my good leg and revealing my panties, until Steve grabbed it and covered me up again. What I did notice though was the sudden bulge in Buck’s pants, from seeing my white cotton panties. For some reason it made me feel incredibly hot. I don’t know whether it was because I was semi-naked with four strapping men in the room or whether I hadn’t had sex for over six months but I started to feel extremely horny.
I allowed Buck to do his thing and when he placed my leg back down, I thanked him once again. An hour later and we’d gone through all the beers in the fridge when I noticed that the towel had fallen off my good leg again, only this time no one moved to cover me back up and I left it there. I knew they could now see most of my panties and this in turn started to make me feel wet. I wondered if that was noticeable, but daren’t look down to see. Then without warning, Buck slowly moved forward and kissed me full on the lips. I knew at that moment that the game had ended as I began to kiss him back. Then suddenly, as if the questions had all been answered I could feel hands all over me. When I finished kissing Buck, my tee shirt was lifted up and removed and my bra was unclipped and dropped to the floor. The only thing left were my panties I was practically naked.
Buck stood up and started to remove his clothing and as if on command, the other three followed his lead. I then stood up and winced when I placed my foot on the floor but Steve held onto me to keep me upright. He’d already removed his shirt and was quite muscular. I placed my hand onto his chest to steady myself and stroked it gently with my fingers.
By the time I looked around again, the other three Guys were naked and I spotted Buck’s hardened cock.
“My God Buck, you’re big,” I said making them all laugh.
They all started in on me at that point, with two of them holding and squeezing my breasts. Their rough fingers tugged and pinched my nipples until they were stiff with excitement. I felt hands pulling my panties and they began to slide down my legs, I looked down to see Steve removing them. When I was completely uncovered, they began to turn me around slowly so that each of them could have a look. They stood staring at the gap of my legs as if they had never seen a shaven woman before.
Fingers reached to touch the exposed soft lips and hands gently widened my stance so that fingers could reach between. I was so wet that when the first thick finger slid between my lips it coated its owner with the honey of my excitement. Trailing the fingertip to my clit, it gently massaged the pouting pink ridge exciting a soft moan of lust from my mouth.
We were all naked, squeezing and touching but still no one had said a word. John moved forward and embraced me while placing a hand on my cheek softly and stroking it while we kissed. I then felt the others move closer as fingers probed me, and one in particular as it slid between the cleft of my ass cheeks looking for the entrance.
I looked down to see the various shapes and sizes that were now pressing up against my legs and inner thighs. The sight of four excited cocks surrounding me was more than enough to make me even wetter with anticipation. Then Buck bent me forward and started to rub his cock over my pussy lips wetting its length before finding the opening and slowly pushing forward. I could feel the mushroom head of his cock when he first entered me; it probed its thickness in and began to stretch me wide before plunging past the entrance to stretch me even wider as its length forced its way in to fill me. That feeling of having a hot rigid cock working its way in to hit bottom was amazing. I looked forward and there was Simon holding onto his erect cock and pointing it straight at my face.
I knew exactly what he was waiting for and didn’t disappoint him. I leaned forward a little just as Buck gripped my hips to grind in deeper. As he began to move faster, I let out a squeal of approval as my mouth surrounded the head of Simon’s cock. A few seconds later, I could feel Buck slamming his huge cock into me and started to cum for the first time that day. I closed my eyes as the movement thrust me forward and Simon’s cock slid deeper into my mouth. I sucked harder and suddenly Simon began to cum as well. It exploded into the back of my throat and although I tried to take it all I wasn’t up to the challenge.
I could feel it escaping from the sides of my mouth and began to swallow faster in order to get it under control. Simon continued to pulse his seed into my mouth as my tongue swirled around it. I licked and sucked Simon dry with Buck plunging deep into my pussy when he suddenly pulled out of me and I could feel his seed hitting my ass cheeks and back.
Standing up I began to turn around, when Steve standing there ready for his turn sat down onto the couch pulling me with him. He settled me on top of his cock and was deep inside with a single thrust. He began sucking on my nipples like a starving man and grabbing my ass cheeks to guide me deeper. He then used his hands at my hips to help me rise up and down onto his meat. I’d only just gotten into a comfortable position with my clit sliding up and down on Steve’s erection when I felt someone’s finger rubbing against my rosebud. Glancing back I saw John rubbing his pre-cum over his head and position himself at my tender opening. I was actually excited about this; because I’d tried anal sex, once before and really enjoyed it but never had the opportunity to have it at the same time as intercourse.
When he finally started to enter me, I let out a loud moan of pleasure as he stretched his way inside. The mixture of pleasure and pain as I rode Steve’s cock was amazing and I tried my best to accommodate both of them. As I was rising on Steve, it allowed John’s cock to go deeper inside me and I waited for him to go deeper as I went back down again on Steve. Rising back up I was fully embedded by both cocks as they both pushed in to the depths at my upward movement.
Feeling both their cocks inside me, stretching me to the fullest, it forced my clit against Steve and with a slight swirl of my hips I was screaming with satisfaction, as I came with such a force that my toes and follicles of my hair actually tingled. I sobbed with excitement as they picked up the momentum and both John and Steve started to cum inside me and on John’s last thrust forward I started to cum again.
My mouth was stretched wide in ecstasy when I noticed that Simon and Buck were on either side of me pulling their meat back into action. I tried to reach over and take Buck’s cock into my mouth but I wasn’t in a good enough position to achieve this and laid my head down on Steve’s shoulder as the lingering shudders of excitement cascaded throughout my body.
I could feel their juices seeping from both holes and waited for them to stop coming, before trying to stand up again. My legs felt like jelly but I felt hardly any pain from my ankle. I then slid to the floor in front of Buck and took hold of his huge cock with both hands, before placing my mouth around the bulbous end. I began to suck the end hard and felt him sliding forward. I could only accommodate about five inches of it and stopped anymore from going in with my hands.
Then Simon lifted me off the floor and I found I was in the bending over position once again. He then slipped his cock into me with ease and began to fuck me hard. Buck was beginning to make groaning sounds of pleasure and my pussy was feeling so damp I could barely feel Simon inside me. It was when Buck started to cum that I was in for a shock. I didn’t know one person could cum so much. It shot out hitting the inside of my cheek and then another load splashed onto my tongue. I enclosed my mouth around the end of his cock, sucked and swallowed as hard as I could.
When he stopped coming I had a mouthful of man seed in my mouth and swallowed the lot, before stroking his semi-hard cock. A minute later Simon and I came together and we both fell to the floor exhausted. I opened my eyes once to find them all sprawled out in various positions around the room and felt so sexually satisfied that I felt like purring. I’d never experienced anything as intense as that before and wondered if I ever would again.
I closed my eyes to relax and foolishly thought that it was all over, until I suddenly felt someone pulling my legs wide apart while I was flat on my back on the floor. I opened my eyes to find John kneeling between my legs and watched as he pushed them even wider then right up over my head, before placing his stiff cock between my folds and entered me in one thrust to begin fucking me in that position.
He widened his knees and began to thrust at just the right angle that his penetration in this position was so deep that I enjoyed every single inch that entered me. The catcalls began as they egged John on to fuck me harder; he took them seriously and really began to pound on me until finally I was screaming out that I was coming. At the very peak of my climax, John started to cum and my pussy muscles gripped his cock hard milking him while I contracted around him. When he eventually pulled out, I lay there still tingling and so amazingly sated, that I didn’t want to move a muscle.
I felt a pair of muscled arms lift me from the floor and cradle me to a hard chest as someone carried me up the stairs to the bathroom. Bodies jostled against each other as I heard the shower turn on and steam began to fill the air. The shower curtain rings slid down the bar as we moved into the tub to share the warm water running over our bodies.
My eyes were still closed as I felt hands rinsing my hair and soap sliding over my body to cleanse every inch from head to toe. I heard the boys taking turns under the water until finally it was turned off and towels were drying the exposed skin around me. Propped against one of the boys and still yawning I felt my hair dried and combed flat when we left the bath and headed to the bedroom.
I was wondering how we’d all fit into the bed when I found myself being covered by blankets and heard the door softly close. I didn’t wake up until lunchtime and thanked my lucky stars it was a Saturday. Going downstairs, I saw that the living was clean and the garbage taken out, and discovered a note held by a magnet on the refrigerator. It simply read: “Teacher gets an A+.”
The End
***
The day that I was enlightened, was the day after an argument with my boyfriend. It was the first real argument that we’d had in the two years of our being together and one that had left me feeling remorseful. In hindsight, I felt that I was being unfair because part of the blame was mine too. Our disagreement started during sex because it seemed that the longer we were together the more our sex life was going downhill. The romantic dinners, long heart throbbing kisses and make out sessions with incredible foreplay that led to mind blowing sex had slowly but surely trailed down to a takeout, a quick kiss, grope and assume the position.
I was lying there on my back and made the disappointed comment that I’d expected our sex life to be more exciting than this and that upset Rick. He imagined that he had more than just a little finesse with women and although he always tried to make sure I had an orgasm, it seemed the only positions he wanted anything to do with were missionary and doggy style. When I got home after the fight that night and thought the matter through it came to me that perhaps I expected too much. He was at least trying and what did I do, I all but blamed him for the lack of excitement and eroticism.
I was on my way to his apartment the next day to apologize and was determined to make it all up to him and show him that I appreciated everything he did do. I rang the doorbell and waited. When the door finally opened, it looked dark inside and I just thought that he hadn’t opened the curtains yet. I stepped inside and suddenly someone came up from behind me and held me in place while they slipped a silky blindfold over me. I immediately tensed up not knowing what was going on until I felt the warm breath fall upon my ear.
“Do you trust me,” said the deep voice, which I instantly recognized as my boyfriend’s.
I was silent trying to assimilate what was happening, when he asked again, “Do you trust me.”
Still a bit shaken but gaining some confidence because I knew with whom I was dealing, I simply replied “yes.”
He forced me forward into the sitting room and I immediately knew that he had rearranged some of the furniture. I knew because normally if we had to continue forward this far that we’d have to walk around the sofa to get into the middle of the room but we walked straight across.
“What are you doing Rick?” I said.
“Be patient, all will be revealed,” he replied.
He then spun me around and lifted one of my arms up. I could feel something moving over my hand and surrounding my wrist. It was when he closed the strap tightly, that I knew he must have bound me to something in the room. Then he grasped the other arm and did the same with that one. I was now blindfolded and standing in the middle of the room with my arms bound securely on either side of what I assumed was some sort of metal frame. I couldn’t know for sure but I guessed it had to be something heavy and solid, as I couldn’t move my arms.
My mind was spinning madly about because I really didn’t know what to think. He had never done anything remotely like this before and I could only wait to see what he had planned. I was feeling vulnerable and slightly aroused because of the surprise and lack of control. Then Ricky’s hands slid through my hair and fell to my shoulders. Rough fingertips grazed my collarbone as they drifted down to begin slowly opening my blouse button by button. They tantalized the tops of my breasts before falling down to the deep cleavage leaving fire in their wake.
I began to squirm as the liquid heat ran from the tips of my breasts down to the cleft of my mound and a soft moan escaped my lips when suddenly I felt movement and pressure at the base of my spine when another set of hands began to slide down the zipper of my skirt.
“Who’s that?” I panted turning my head as if I could look and see.
“Never mind who that is. If you trust me and I know you do, there is nothing to be afraid of,” replied Ricky.
I was in shock and had mixed feelings about this particular development, as I couldn’t imagine who this person was. I couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman. When my skirt suddenly fell down around my ankles, I felt defenseless, as I knew that two sets of eyes were looking at me now.
Ricky had finished unbuttoning my blouse and the silence was deafening. ‘They must be standing there just looking at me,’ was my only thought until I felt the pressure placed on the material covering my arms. A slicing tearing sound filled the silence and I suddenly realized what was happening, they were cutting the blouse from my body. Cool air swept down my back and arms when I felt hot breath on my cleavage as hands went around my back to unclasp the bra. Another quick tug on the right and left and my bra fell to the floor.
Left standing only in panties and thigh highs my legs began to tremble on the high heels that held my feet. I imagined the picture I made, gasps coming from my mouth, my breasts bare, with nothing but small panties left to come off. A sudden sharp tug on the light lace sides now revealed me completely to anyone in the room. I could almost feel their eyes on my body as I took in a breath of air and felt my breasts rising and falling back again.
I then heard the sound of clothes being removed like the distinct sound pants make when they’re slipped off, as well as a shirt when it’s unbuttoned and flung to one side. A feeling of pure eroticism and apprehension washed over me, as I stood there waiting. I could hear rustling in the background, as if something was being removed from a box. Then I felt two sets of hands placing my legs through straps and around my upper thighs and recognized it as a harness. It was done up tightly and attached to the top of whatever it was that was supporting me. Suddenly my legs were lifted up and I was in a swing suspended above the floor.
I guessed it was Ricky, who was holding my legs up and apart and for the first time that day, I realized that I was incredibly wet with excitement. I felt the sudden pressure only a hard cock could give one’s pussy as it tries to first start the penetration and then delve deeper in. To both my horror and delight, I quickly realized that this wasn’t Ricky. Whoever this was, he was thicker than Rick. The feel of that cock as it tightly stretched and sank into the depths of my pussy would always be imprinted in my mind. It was stretching me like no cock I’d ever felt before and the sheer size and fullness overwhelmed the button of nerves at its entrance.
Someone was now behind me as hands were coming around to cup my breasts and tweak the nipples. Suddenly I could feel another cock pressuring me from behind. I heard Rick’s voice in my ear say, “relax,” and waited for the inevitable as his greased cock slipped into the rosebud of my ass. The pressure was intense until the thick mushroom head made its way past the tight sphincter muscle. When it did, I felt its length travel deep pushing against the stiff cock in my pussy. They paused as if to adjust the fit and then began to take turns rubbing back and forth at the same time until I felt that I would go insane at the pleasure centered between my widespread legs. I never felt so alive until that moment and was eager to see where this would all lead.
That’s when I heard the swishing sound of a whip for the first time and felt a sharp stinging sensation on the right side of my buttocks and my senses went into overload.
I knew, it couldn’t be the two men who were fucking me. There had to be a third person in the room standing to the side of me. My thoughts were chaotic; Ricky was able to take me from behind, while whoever it was in front lifted me up so I figured Ricky must have been standing on something, to give him more height.