Friday started as a quiet day. Early retirement meant that Mr Roberts could relax in the comfort of his own home without the distractions of work. It was a real pleasure to stay in bed for as long as he wanted to, often rising around midday if the truth be known. Breakfast or early lunch, as it turned out, would consist of cereal, coffee and perhaps a sandwich if he was feeling peckish.

Mornings in bed would often be associated with binge-reading the latest book. He had plenty of them and was spoilt for choice between science, fiction and non-fiction. There were even a few raunchy novels scattered between the harder-to-read books. And yet, that morning he seemed motivated to get out of bed, walk downstairs and fetch one that he particularly enjoyed reading. He just felt that there was something raunchy about female teachers who enjoyed spanking their students for misbehaving. It was one of those books that he knew where it was on the shelf, but he could never remember the title of it.

As he rounded the bottom of the stairs, he heard a faint knock on the door, which, at ten in the morning, seemed strange. Dressed in just a T-shirt and jogging bottoms, he answered the door to find a brunette woman facing the street and looking in one direction in particular. She turned quickly at the sound of the door opening.

“Mr Roberts,” her broad smile lit up the immediate vicinity, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” She winked.

Mr Roberts took a deep breath and stared her out.

She shot her hand out in front of her. “My name’s Debbie. Debbie Mathews, though my friends call me Deb.”

She waited for him to shake her hand, or at least acknowledge she was there.

It seemed like Matt was trying to make it as difficult as he could. She couldn’t have made her torso any more obvious with her tit flesh bulging out of the top of her blouse and her school jacket pulled in under her tits and buttoned to accentuate the bulge.

Her looks hadn’t been missed. In truth, he was mesmerised by the sheer amount of flesh on a young girl of her age, and one who would classify herself as dressed. Her white socks stopped just below the knee, and her pleated dress was shorter than short. Somewhere, her blouse would be inside the jacket, and it was obvious she was bunking off her sixth form classes to stand in front of him. Hell, she even had her satchel over her shoulder, though he wondered whether there were any books in it.

He reached out to take her hand and give it a shake. “Pleased to meet you, Debbie. What can I do for you?”

She craned her neck towards the window before pulling it back. She stood upright, shoulders back and smiled. “Seems you’ve removed the advert in your window,” she started, “though I’ve been reliably informed that you’re a teacher.”

The smirk on her face made him smile. In that brief moment, he had been impressed by her use of English and sheer eloquence.

“And I have something in my bag,” she pointed to her satchel, “that may need some explanation. I thought you’d be the right man to educate me on its use?”

Matt cleared his throat and coughed loudly.

“I was a science teacher,” he said, “So I don’t know anything about cake decorations or flower arranging.”

It was Debbie’s turn to smile. “I’m strictly Physics too, with a hint of Chemistry and a huge amount of Biology mixed in.”

The conversation made Matt’s cock twitch inside his jogging pants, and it was a real struggle to prevent his erection from showing itself to this sixth form student that wouldn’t be long before she hit the universities. God help them all, he thought.

“Then why don’t you come in?” he stepped to the side, stretched his hand towards the living room and invited Debbie Mathews inside the house. It was a rash decision made solely by his dick that couldn’t seem to get her voluptuous tits out of his head.

She strode past him and into the lounge, turning as soon as she was around the door. Matt almost fell into her as he rounded the corner.

“I don’t know where to start,” she said. “It’s a delicate matter, and I’m –“

She peeled the satchel from her shoulder. “A little shy.”

Matt couldn’t believe the words coming out of this girl’s mouth. She was a born actress. Debbie turned her back to Matt, walked a few steps into the lounge and placed the satchel on the floor. She didn’t have to keep her legs together and straight; she didn’t need to bend at the waist, but she did. And she didn’t need to let Matt glimpse her glistening pussy as she bent over to place the bag on the floor.

She arose slowly and turned to face him. Her stare was directed at his groin before raising her face to look into his eyes.

“Your biological slit seemed rather wet,” he told her.

“Recently fucked, about fifteen minutes ago, I bumped into Thomas Evans on my way here and, well, I can’t resist his lengthy cock. So I bent over in the alleyway and let him take me from behind." She pushed her hands into her jacket pocket, pulled out a flimsy pair of white knickers, and threw them toward Mr Roberts.

They fell at his feet. He looked at them and could tell they would need drying. He determined that she certainly was on a different level than Melissa, not that he was complaining, but he knew he would have to keep his wits about him with this one.

“So, what have you brought me that requires my expert advice?”

Debbie straightened, then bent down to reach the satchel displaying her wet twat to Matt’s glaring eyes in the process; she unbuckled the straps, dipped her hand inside and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and what looked like a table tennis bat.

“I can’t seem to get these open, and I was given this by my head teacher, Mrs Jackson, and told that if I don’t do something about my attitude, she’d use it on me. Do you know her?”

Mr Roberts shook his head. “No, I don’t know Mrs Jackson,” he replied, but secretly wished he did. He started to explain in simple English.

“In your left hand is a pair of handcuffs, and in your right hand is a paddle that is used on bare bottoms to punish people. That was easy, wasn’t it?”

“Put like that, yes,” She replied. “But how do they work?” She tossed the handcuffs onto the stachel. “Start with this one,” she said, smiling.

Matt didn’t know how she sized him up so quickly. Maybe it was all that talk in school. Word gets around, doesn’t it? Especially in a small town like this one.

He reached out and took the paddle from Debbie. Sized it up in his hands, smacked one end against the palm of his other hand while watching the smile spread across her lips.

“Come here,” he motioned with his finger.

Debbie took a few steps towards him. Her chest started to heave, as if she could feel the sting before she had even been hit. She stared into his eyes. Matt reached down and unbuttoned the jacket, which seemed to be a relief on her ample tit-flesh. He reached down with his left hand and gathered up her nipple. All he felt was soft cotton fabric and a hardened nipple. He pinched it.

Debbie gasped.

“Is your bra in the coat pocket too?” he asked.

“I left that at home,” she said. “Seemed pointless wearing it.”

“Why pointless?” Matt asked.

“I love having cocks between them, and it just gets in the way, and the underwire means you can’t hide it anywhere, not like a pair of flimsy knickers.”

Her raunchy words just turned him on more. He turned her around and pushed her over the arm of the sofa. Pushed her jacket up her back, raised her flimsy skirt over her bare ass and brought the paddle down on it in one swift move.

The room filled with a swishing sound and a squeal. The flat of the paddle landed squarely on her left cheek. Matt stretched his arm a little, and the next one contacted her right cheek.

Debbie squealed once more, not from the shock, but from the exhilaration of being thrashed. It was just as well she couldn’t see his developing hard-on because it was starting to strain in his pants. After six slaps of the paddle, equally proportioned between her reddening globes, he had to stop and remove his jogging pants.

He stepped to one side of Debbie and could see that her hands were curled up under her body, her fingers and hands clawing at her breasts as the paddle’s sting spread across her red, raw bottom. Matt hadn’t finished, though the urge to get his cock between her ample tits outweighed the need to spank her until she cried for him to stop. Six more swipes landed on her backside, and each time Debbie moaned into the cushions. Nearing the end of the paddle swipes, she released a surge of wetness that soaked into the arm of the chair.

Matt grabbed her black hair and pulled her and her heaving chest from the sofa. He quickly turned her around, straddled her, lifted her blouse and shoved his cock into the cavity between her tits.

Debbie’s hands came around and pushed her ample flesh together while Matt fucked his cock between them.

She loved her tits, loved all the joy they brought men, from fondling, sucking and suckling; yes, some of the older men loved to just suckle her nipples for hours on end. She loved titty fucks, probably more than getting her twat thoroughly ploughed by a wondrous-looking cock. And Mr Roberts’ cock looked wonderful the way it emerged from her silky mounds, all glistening with pre-cum. Some strokes allowed her to get her lips around his head before he so rudely pulled it back. He would have to be taught a lesson for that; she parked the thought for later.

Debbie Mathews was in heaven as she watched his cock pound her silky, soft baps. She loved seeing them bounce and deform in this wonderful way.

“I fucking love a good titty –”

Her words were rudely interrupted when Mr Roberts spashed a load of cum all over her face and lips. He had waited until his cock head was all the way out before letting it all go. Cum streamed from the end of his dick and splashed all over her face, up her nose, over her mouth and even onto her eyes, which she had the presence of mind to close quickly.

It was a sight for his sore eyes, culminating in her opening her mouth when she realised she was getting covered in cum. The remnants of his ejaculate found her mouth, and she greedily sucked on his knob in a ‘good girl’s’ attempt to clean him up.

Matt slowly prised his dick from the confines of her flesh. He looked down on her body, and all he could see was breast, a cum covered face, and a juicy twat that glistened with the need to get fucked.

“Come with me,” he said, leaving the room.

Debbie rushed to follow, picking up the handcuffs and her satchel on the way. The paddle fell to the floor, but she was in such a hurry to follow Mr Roberts upstairs to the bedroom.

As soon as they got inside, he was on the bed, his back against the panelled headboard and his cock rearing towards the ceiling. Debbie watched as he stroked his dick in front of her. She discarded the jacket and blouse and rolled her skirt so that it wouldn’t get in the way. She climbed onto the bed.

Matt loved the way she crawled over his legs with her white knee-high socks dragging behind her and her navy skirt forming a band around her waist. He loved the sight of her raising her body with her ample breasts crying out for help. His outstretched hands gathered them up as she flicked his cock upright and sank on its length.

The fuck was frantic, unbridled, raw sexual energy. Her youth and looks kept his erection as hard as nails after the load of cum he unleashed earlier onto her face. Cum that was now dripping from her chin onto his face. Not that he minded a little juice sharing in his sexual activities.

Debbie was quick to orgasm as he pounded her snatch as fast and furious as he could, and with his second climax of the day, Matt slumped down on the bed and let her ride his softening rod until she brought herself off to another satisfying climax.

Debbie sat upright, still impaled, and smiled at her compatriot in crime. She smiled, slipped off his cock and fetched her satchel.

She pulled out the two handcuffs and waved them in his direction.

“So, what about these? Show me how you use these.” She sat at the head of the bed, and Matt straddled her; she held her hands up, holding the handcuffs in front of her.

Matt was about to slip them over her hands and through the back of the slatted bed when she changed the rules. “Let me put them on you, see what they’re like,” she winked.

Like a fool, he did just that. Placing his hands on the headboard, she clipped one cuff onto his wrist, threaded the cuffs through the wooden bars and secured them on his other hand.

“You’re all mine now,” she said from under him.

Matt could feel his cock react and imagined himself fucking her in the missionary position while secured to her wonderful fleshy body.

That was until she squirmed from underneath him and stood up at the side of the bed. He watched her stand up, smile and walk to the satchel.

“This is what I actually wanted to see you about,” she laughed. In her hand, she had pulled out a leather contraption that surrounded a ring. She reached into the bag again and pulled out a good-sized dildo, which she threaded into the hole.

“See, I was never sure how to use this. But you know, even just by talking it through with you. I think I’ve got the hang of how this works.”

“Debbie.” Matt stared at her as she affixed the contraption around her waist. “Debbie, give me the keys to these cuffs, now.” He eyed Debbie and then the contraption that hung loosely around her waist. He smiled inwardly; he’d never been one to say no before, and he sure wasn’t going to start now.

“In a minute,” she said playfully. “Does this look right to you?” she asked.

Matt closed his eyes; she knew it looked right. She fucking well knew how to put that harness on, and here he was, fixed to the headboard on his knees facing the wall.

Matt felt the bed move. “No, Debbie, I wouldn’t try and use it like that; it looks all wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong. It feels just fine.”

“No, it's all wrong. It’s the wrong way around.”

“Nice try, Mr Roberts,” she smirked as she placed the head of the strap-on against his little pucker.

“I’m just a shy little girl that’s been spanked, paddled, titty fucked, cummed on, and fucked relentlessly. Did you hear me complain?”

“And now that I have this device that I was unsure about, but with your instruction, I think we could make it work. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t think that, Debbie.”

“Oh! Come now, Mr Roberts.” Debbie felt the head push forward, and the little star that poked back at her started to widen.

“That looks just right to me, Mr Roberts.”

Matt tried to twist and turn, but there was no way he could move with the way she knelt behind him, spreading his legs wider, and the tightness of the cuffs around the headboard constrained his movement.

“You need to exercise,” she said. “Your love handles are a little too big for my delicate hands.”

Delicate hands, my ass, thought Matt. He could feel it edge forward, pry his anus apart. He thought of resisting, but all he had read on this topic suggested that was a bad thing.

The dildo plopped into the cavity just behind his anus. “That’s a good boy, that’s a very good boy. You’re going to enjoy this.”

Mat was silent as the bed rocked slowly. Debbie paused, pulled her dildo out and then pushed it back in again. “Better with every thrust,” she added.

Her hands took a grasp of his hips. She moaned, little gasps at first, becoming louder as the strap-on crushed against her twat as she fucked him. “You’re bringing me off too,” she said.

Matt had never thought of a strap-on bringing the wearer off. It brought a smile to his face. Debbie started to fuck his ass in earnest, taking pride in the way she fucked, taking time to pull out and push all the way back in, and yet she wanted to experience the same urgency as the blokes did as they fucked her. Rapid movements, in and out, with that sheer urgency of a pending climax. Hers was building, but it wasn’t there yet.

“Fuck this is great. I’ve always wanted to do this. If only you could see my tits bounce now.”

Something came over Matt; he didn’t know what it was, but the way she fucked him, the way he absorbed her words, made him horny as fuck. He managed a quick side glance towards the mirror in the room, and he could see the way her tits bounced, but much more than that, he saw the sheer enthusiasm on her face. She was truly loving this.

It was turning out to be a lesson well learned. An experience in gender reversal that perhaps wasn’t that bad after all. He started pushing his ass back to meet her thrusts.

“The boys at school never let me do this to them. I’ve suggested it to Mr Daniels down the road; he lives at number forty-seven. I babysit for his wife, and he’s beside himself when I go around there to look after their kids. He’s had his fingers in my knickers once when he drove me home, but that’s all he’s done so far. We’ve not had the time. So this, this is all fucking wonderful.”

Her instantaneous confession brought the worst out in him. He climaxed just before she pushed all the way into his ass; spunk started dripping from his cock onto the bed, and Debbie had the good grace to reach down with her hand and catch his spunk in the palm of her hand when he finally spurted.

“That’s so good, Mr Roberts. Cum for me.”

A few more thrusts saw Debbie climax against his ass. The relentless pounding of the strap-on had done its work. Her tits shook as her legs gave way and the dildo was forcibly removed from his ass.

She sidled up to him, still cuffed to the bed, and offered him the spunk that had pooled in the palm of her hand.

He looked at her, and then sucked the creamy fluid into his mouth. Her lips immediately crushed against his, sharing his cum and saliva. Some slipped onto her breast, but not for long, as she held it up for him to suck on.

She left the bed once more, reached into the satchel to retrieve the keys.

“Fuck, no!” she exclaimed.

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked.

“I’ve misplaced the keys to the cuffs.”

“What-the-fuck!”

“Only joking,” she grinned, dangling the keys beside his head. She quickly let him loose, thinking that the moment he was free, he’d fuck the shit out of her for doing what she did.

How wrong could she be? The moment was almost tender. He grabbed her, lifted her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and kissed her deeply, her tits crushed against his chest and his cock.

They slowly disentangled themselves, and Debbie finally got dressed, as best she could under the circumstances, though she had trouble getting her tits back behind the jacket; it didn’t seem to want to do up for the return journey.

Mr Roberts opened the door to let her out. Safe in the knowledge that she was leaving in the same clothes as she arrived, and this time with her knickers on rather than in her pocket.

She turned to him on the doorstep.

“Now, a word of advice: don’t go telling anyone what we did, especially that Melissa. We don’t want all and sundry wanting to fuck your ass, now do we!”

Matt shook his head. “No, we certainly don’t.”

“Same time next Friday, Mr Roberts?”

“Same time, and don’t forget the accessories.”

“I can’t wait,” she replied.

Debbie bounced down the street with a satisfied smile on her face, and Mr Roberts ducked back inside his house, closing the door behind him.

‘Neither can I,’ he thought as he made his way to the bookshelf.