Seventeen-year-old Kyle Cosgrove was the one student in my art class who was probably the best behaved, and easily the most talented. When his hands drew anything, it always turned into a masterpiece. Sure, he was no angel, and I had to pull him back in line occasionally, but he usually got back to his best behaviour again with a cheeky smile that would no doubt always help him out of situations, and definitely into some others, in his future life. It was honestly the last thing I would expect; I just didn’t expect one of those situations to be me sliding my knickers off for him.

My name is Alannah Graves. I’m 31, and I live with my boyfriend Charlie. A slim figure with curves in all the right places, and a fucking spectacular perky pair of 36D tits - just think of Serinda Swan from the Jack Reacher series, and one of the two hottest teachers at this school, but to the class, I’m simply Miss Graves.

“Ok, you lot, I’m a bit behind on my marking as it happens, so no lesson today; just take out your sketch pads and doodle for the next hour. All I ask is to keep quiet, please.” By the time the lesson ended, I’d pretty much caught up on all the marking, give or take a few pieces. As the bell went, they all disappeared, and there stood Kyle in front of me at my desk.

“Yes, Kyle, what can I do for you?” I asked as I went back to my work, leaving the floor clear for him.

“Well, Miss, I’ve been working on my drawing style at home, and I was wondering if you’d look it over? It doesn’t have to be now, and it’s not school-related either, but all I ask is it stays confidential… between us.”

I then looked at him and assured him it was safe. With a smile on his face, he handed me the folder and left. I placed it to one side and got on with my day. Thankfully, the end of the day came, and with an empty classroom, I grabbed the folder and pulled out the sheet of paper. All I can say is, I was glad I was sitting down.

It was a portrait of my face, detailed with expression and emotion. But it wasn’t only my face.

The perspective was as if a camera took a picture from the ceiling. My naked body was straddling Kyle, my head bent back, face towards the heavens. His face was also drawn exquisitely, and portrayed the same moment we were sharing. We were joined together, and both had reached that one moment of orgasm.

My face was contorted with the look of intense pleasure. A word balloon from my mouth said, “I’m cumming!”

I made a cup of tea when I got home and sat at the kitchen table. The tea went from hot to room temperature without me taking one sip. I would talk to Kyle as soon as I saw him tomorrow, show my stern disapproval, get him to promise never to do anything like that again.

I was starting to feel pretty good about my plan when Charlie came in the door, as normal as ever, and I pretended that the sketch didn’t exist. After dinner that night, Charlie dropped the bomb of telling me that from tomorrow and for the foreseeable future, he was being moved to shifts. He was to work lates, 4 pm till 12 pm. Instantly, I blew up in a rage! But in the end, I just huffed, stormed upstairs, and told him, as he wasn’t gonna be at home at night for a while, he’d better give it to me good tonight. 

"Fuck yeah! Yes, yes, yes..." Charlie moaned as jizz squirted all over my back.

"Thanks babe, I needed that," Charlie said as he fell back and started to sleep.

I felt the now cold cum running down my back as I stood on my knees.

“That didn’t even last five minutes! Not even enough time for me to get mine!” I screamed at him, but he was already dead to the world, snoring like the selfish bastard he was at that moment in time. I hate to admit it, but I went to sleep that night with Kyle’s drawing in my head. Although he’d got my face right, he’d got my body wrong. The tits in the sketch were smaller and saggier, and I was not clean-shaven as he drew. My little kitty had a marvellous little trimmed diamond shape above it. 

I took a deep breath and walked up the hall towards Kyle. Okay, this is it. “Kyle, could I have a word, please?” Moving a few steps away would cause him to leave his group of friends he was talking to then once I had him alone, I thought I was ready, but I just turned to shit.

“So,” he said, with some charm of his, “did you enjoy my work?”

I opened my mouth. An inappropriate yes came out.

He was standing in front of me, but all I could see was the drawing—him underneath me, making me cum hard. I snapped myself out of it.

“That picture wasn’t ok, Kyle. You know that,” I said, trying to be strict.

“Maybe we could make it a reality,” he said, not as quietly as I would have liked.

Then he walked away.

I shamelessly nearly came. That had never happened to me before. I had never even been close to being turned on by a male like that.

Right or wrong, at that moment, I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. 

Days went by, and the sketch wasn’t mentioned at all, but I still hadn’t thrown it away. Instead, it was locked in my desk drawer. What happened was that I became insanely horny with my boyfriend not being at home, and Kyle’s intense looks at me every time I was teaching, or when we passed each other around the school, really weren’t helping.

I really needed to get laid. I woke up extra early to seduce Charlie before I went to work, only to be rejected by his plea of tiredness. This was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

I had no lessons involving Kyle today, but I needed to see him. With a note in my pocket with my home address on it, I went hunting, eventually finding him on his way to his first lesson of the day. I gestured him aside, quickly looked around, then handed him the note. 

“7 pm. Tell anyone, and you’re fucking dead.”

Then I turned on my heels and headed back to my own classroom. While still damning myself for even thinking this, let alone going through with it. 

7 o’clock came, and so did Kyle’s knock on my door. As soon as I opened the door, I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in, slamming it before anyone saw.

At the same moment, both of us jumped forward; our mouths met in a passionate kiss. His lips met mine, and our mouths quickly opened. His tongue madly slid into my mouth, sliding against mine. His tongue battled with mine as we swapped saliva. Our mouths were pressed against each other as we hungrily tongue fucked.

While our mouths were busy, our hands were too. As my tits crushed against his chest, Kyle’s hands went around my waist, grabbing my ass roughly, squeezing my cheeks. I wanted to get my hands on that dick.

I had to have him in my bedroom, so that’s where I led him.

"Mmmm..." he groaned into my mouth. I used my other hand to pull down the hem of his joggers, allowing me to scoop his thick teenage dick out. Even though his cock was crushed between us, my hand was eagerly stroking it as best I could.

"Come on," I urged him, spinning Kyle around and moving him towards the bed. I pushed him back, forcing him onto the bed, into a sitting position. My eyes were not leaving his throbbing cock as I got onto my knees in front of him. Still looking at the impressive phallus, I reached up and tugged his boxers and joggers down his legs, pulling them off and tossing them aside. I moved between his knees, bringing my hand forward and sliding my fingers back onto his bulging dick.

"Oh yeah!" He called out in shock. Kyle watched my open mouth descend over his swollen, thick shaft, taking in half of it in one smooth movement. "Ahh! Fuck yes!" He said as he felt my lips wrapped around the throbbing meat. I looked up at him as I began slowly bobbing up and down. "That's it... suck my cock, Miss! Yes!"

My eyes twinkled in joy as I inhaled his hard cock like a fucking slut, smoothly taking the top half in and out of my mouth. With my hand, I stroked the remaining half of his weapon, making sure every inch of cock was well taken care of, as a good teacher should. I sucked with hunger, as I’d been starving for cock for far too long. I savoured it with my mouth, with my soft lips, with my tongue, giving Kyle’s thick teenage dick the worship it deserved. After a minute of this, I pulled my mouth from his dick, detaching my lips from my student’s cock.

“I’ve just done that… and you didn’t bust a nut.” I looked him over as I stood in front of him. “I’m impressed.”

Then he pulled his T-shirt off and threw it at me.

"Ok, Miss, let's have sex!" Kyle replied as I pushed him backward onto the bed.

Kyle landed in the middle of the bed, but his eyes were all on me as he scooted over so that he lay with his head on the pillow and grinned up at me.

“In class it’s Miss Graves,” I said. “But when I’m standing here with my cunt dripping for you—call me Alannah. Or carry on calling me Miss Graves if I beg for it.”

I pulled the zip down my back and reached up to take hold of the shoulders as I stared down at Kyle, as he lay naked, with wide eyes. His dick straining harder than when I had sucked it.

"You want to see me naked." I teased as I slipped one shoulder off. "You want to see what I look like without any clothes on, don't you?" I asked, slipping the other shoulder off and holding my dress up. "You want to see my tits?" I asked, as I began lowering the top of my dress.

My blood felt like it was on fire as it pumped through my body while I pulled my dress down to the tops of the swell of my breasts. Easing it down further, I kept my eyes locked on Kyle’s, who watched me with great interest, his eyes glued to where my tits were about to be on show for him in all their glory.

The moment that the thin fabric peeled over my cleavage, revealing more and more succulent cleavage, I watched as Kyle’s dick twitched. But that was nothing compared to how it turned a darker red as I pulled my dress down over my tits, leaving me standing there with just my black lace bra covering me from Kyle’s view. I continued to roll my hips as I let the dress gently slip from my waist as I pulled it down over my flat stomach, until finally, I held it teasingly on my hips as I undulated sexily, showing my matching lace underwear, before I let it drop to the floor.

I eased my panties down, kicking them off my feet before standing straight up with my hands on my hips, proudly almost naked in front of my own seventeen-year-old student.

Kyle stared with awe and desire, his cock so hard with blood that I could see the engorged rod bobbing back and forth; it was so tense. I reached up to put my thumbs beneath my bra straps, pulling them away from my shoulders and letting one slide down my arm as I placed one of my knees on the bed.

"I think..." I began as I lifted one of my legs over both of his, positioning myself directly over his cock, "...you don't want to see my tits as much as you want my pussy around your big cock, do you?" I asked, pulling my bra straps down my arms and holding them there as I held myself over his dick.

I let go of one of my bra straps and reached down between my legs to seize hold of Kyle’s rigid pole, holding it steady beneath me as I knelt above him temptingly.

"Fuck!" Kyle breathed, and my smile became naughty.

I joked playfully as I tightened my fist around his cock and slowly... oh so slowly... began to lower myself down.

The moment my pussy touched the tip of his cock, I shuddered and let out a sigh of a breathy moan. But the thick, engorged head didn't just brush against me; it kept pushing up as I lowered myself down. Until, with one luscious pop, the large tip burst between my pussy lips and sank into my hot wetness.

"Oh, Kyle! You feel so good." I moaned happily, mounted.

"Fu...your pussy feels so fucking incredible!" Kyle managed to pant out as he finally opened his shining eyes and stared up at me. "Aghhh, fuck!"

Reaching back, I unsnapped my bra before smiling down at him and playing with the shoulder straps that still held my bra, hiding my tits from his eyes.

I winked at Kyle before throwing my bra across the room, leaving me sitting on top of his cock completely naked. Kyle’s eyes shot open, and the grin on his face doubled in size as my 36D tits came into perfect view, sitting high on my chest as I sat back straight with my hands resting on his as he held my waist.

"Fuck! Every part of you is!" He answered with amazement, and this time it was my turn to be smug. I knew I was hot, but to hear a seventeen-year-old say it was just that much more of a compliment.

I grabbed the headboard and began to smoothly bounce on him, riding the full length of Kyle’s shaft. There was no slow, gradual build-up. No, I got right to it, bouncing at a frantic pace. He grabbed my smooth tits and gritted his teeth, mostly trying not to let the sensation of my tight, wet cunt gripping his shaft overwhelm him.

The creaking of the bed became louder, and the headboard thumped the wall behind him as Kyle watched me bounce eagerly up and down his cock so hard and fast that my big tits jumped wildly around my chest, stopping only to gently rock my hips back and forth, or circle my hips sexily before once again riding his cock with abandon.

"Oh god, your cock is so deep in me!" I moaned loudly as I moved my hands behind me and leaned back, exposing my tits and pussy for Kyle to stare at openly.

The sight of me leaning back so that my head fell back, my long black hair dancing across his legs, my back arched and my large, jiggling 36D tits pushed out to the sky, my legs slightly open as I knelt on top of him exposing my cock-filled pussy as I rose and fell and rocked back and forth on his enormously thick dick, must have almost been too much for Kyle. But he held on as he stared up at me lustfully and drank in every inch of my body.

“Fuck! Your boyfriend is such a lucky guy!" Kyle grunted.

"Ohhh! You're the lucky guy, baby! Mmm, you get to fuck me more than him from now on!" I replied as I continued humping my hips back and forth while leaning back as far as I could, moaning beautifully with every movement.

"Mmmmm yeah!" I moaned as I pushed myself back up. My eyes gleamed like my playful smile as I sat straight up and circled my hips twice before rocking back and forth hard and fast.

"Fuck, Alannah, you're so hot!" Kyle moaned as he pulled himself up and buried his face between my tits. Munching and mauling the soft globes with his teeth and hands, Kyle licked, sucked, bit, and squeezed my tits and nipples like he was starving, and I moaned loudly and threw my head back.

"Ohhh Kyle, I love it when you bite my tits!" I called out, grabbing his head and pulling him into me. "Suck my tits, baby! Lick and bite them, yes! Ohhh god! FUCK! Ohhh god, I love your mouth on me!"

Riding harder and faster, I bounced up and down wildly, taking my student’s cock as forcefully as I could while bound between his arms and his mouth. The feeling set me off, skyrocketing into a whole new world. The feel of his cock buried so deep inside me while he licked, sucked, and bit my tits as he squashed them between his hands, his face buried in my cleavage, was just so intense. I thought I was going to cum; it felt so good.

Kyle, on the other hand, just lost himself in devouring my tits. The feel of them in his hands and in his mouth, so soft and so firm, like the perfect jugs he had always imagined and now could finally get his hands on.

That was why, after five minutes of mauling and chewing on my big tits, Kyle could take it no longer and madly let go of his grasp on my knockers with his mouth, and looked up, locking lips with me instantly in a passionate kiss that had our tongues flailing wildly with each other, as I bounced up and down madly on his dick. Kyle wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. I was rolling and pushing against him. I kissed him back hotly, lost in the passionate kiss as I rose and fell within his arms. The bed was one long protesting noise, and the headboard thumped as we kissed and fucked.

My room was filled with the sounds of the bed, the wet sounds of me rising and falling on Kyle’s impressive manhood, and the pleasure-filled moans and groans of us as our lips smacked loudly.

Finally, I pulled back and smiled beautifully as I looked into his eyes while circling my hips and squeezing my pussy muscles around his cock.

“Fuck, Miss Graves…” he groaned. “This is all I’ve wanted for ages.”

“Ugh… fuck,” I moaned. “Say it again.”

“Miss Graves,” he panted, thrusting up hard.

I clenched around him. Getting close.

“Miss Graves…” He said it again, with authority this time, his hand now gripping my ass as he fucked me back.

Every time he called me that, I got closer to cumming on his cock.

"I'm gonna cum." I sighed, my pussy quivering

"I want to fucking knock you up, Miss Graves! I want to give you all my babies."

"Fuck! Here it comes."

"Cum on your student's dick, Miss. Make him cum inside you. Make your own student knock you up!" He grunted, driving up into me, his cock about to burst.

"Do it, Miss! Cum! Cum!" He dared, my ass a blur as I fucked him.

"Yes! YES! YES! I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! GONNA FFUUCCKKINNGG! YYYEESS! YYEESS! AAHHH!" I screamed. My cunt locked around his cock one more time, and that set him off.

He started to cum.

"UUUGGHH! FFFUUCCKK!" Kyle grunted, his body heaving upward as cum began bursting from his cock.

"UUHH! I FEEL IT! OH MY GOD! I FEEL YOUR CUM INSIDE ME!" I screamed out. His cock was jerking violently, as thick streams of cum kept firing out of his cock into my tight, wet hole. Kyle’s balls were clenching and twisting as he emptied them into me, finally letting his swollen balls be drained.

"SSSOOO FFUUUCCCKKING GOOODD!" He grunted out, making sure his cock was as deep inside me as it could be. Cum just kept firing from him, his swollen cock going crazy as all this cum fired out of him into my cunt.

"KNOCK ME UP, KYLE! FUCK YES!" I called out.

"YES! YES!" He gasped out, driving up into me, as he kept firing jizz inside of my cunt.

We kept flexing into each other, trying to ride through the pleasure together.

He was cumming in me. He was cumming in his teacher. This was insanity, but the pleasure was indescribable. It felt so good.

Finally, after riding wave after wave of pleasure, Kyle and I both collapsed at the same time, his back falling to the bed as I fell onto his chest. We were both panting for breath, trying to recover.

"Jesus, Kyle!" I said in awe. "How in the fuck are you still hard?"

"Sometimes, it takes a while to wind down," he said, looking up at my face before looking back to my naked chest. My eyes were distracted, still locked on his swollen dick.

"I think someone wants a round two as much as me," he said naughtily as his fingers circled around my nipples.

Biting my bottom lip, I smiled before I spoke. My eyes shone with lust as I stared at him next to me.

"Do you think you're up for it, big guy?" I asked, and smiled as Kyle grinned at me.

"For fucking you? Miss Graves. I'm always up for that." He answered, emphasising who I was to him, in a way that made my pussy surge with lust. 

Before we got back to it, I got Kyle to help me set my phone up.

I leaned over to check the screen. We would both be in view.

“Perfect.”

I pressed record.

"Tell me what you want, Miss Graves," Kyle said as he lay looking up at me.

"I want you to have sex with me." I replied, "I want you to fuck my brains out, Kyle."

Grinning up at me, he held out his hand, and I took it, following as he pulled me closer to him. Kneeling on the edge, I threw one leg over his waist before pulling the other one up so that I was kneeling over his solid cock once more. Shuffling the two of us so that we lay on the side of the bed. Kyle placed both of his hands behind his head as he lay there and watched me take hold of his cock once more. Watching as I guided it towards my pussy. I sank down every inch of Kyle’s cock once more.

And so, I was a slut on camera as I began riding my student once more, and when he flipped me over and began fucking me on my back, my lustful screams and moans resonating around the room for it all to be captured. Nor did I shy away from being filmed when Kyle was fucking me doggy-style, my big luscious tits hanging down and swinging beneath me as he pulled my hair so that the phone had a perfect shot of both our faces as we fucked. And still I performed as Kyle wanted me to ride him reverse cowgirl style, and when he fucked me as I lay on my side, him behind me.

Over and over, the room was once again filled with cries, and passionate moans and groans. The bed was creaking and complaining as loudly as before. Every second of a teacher and student having sex. Every inch of my hot body as I lay naked and exposed and being drilled full of hard cock. The phone got it all. Especially when it came time for him to unload into me once more.

By the time we collapsed on each other, more than an hour had passed, and as we lay catching our breath, we were exhausted, though, as you would expect. I shared a shower with him before I had to kick him out so Charlie wouldn’t catch us and his parents wouldn’t send a search party looking for him.

Not surprisingly, we got a bit carried away in the shower. It didn't take long for all signs of sex to be washed off of us, but being in such close proximity, covered with water, with his stiff cock poking into my ass, it didn't take long for things to progress. Kyle’s hands ended up on my tits, spending about five minutes making sure they were totally clean. I was equally determined, stroking his cock, cleaning him up while making him stiff for me again. It didn't take long for me to end up on my knees, inhaling Kyle’s cock once more, begging him to cum again, until finally, he delivered, firing one last load of cum down my throat.

I finally saw him off about 10.30 pm, plenty of time to open the windows and let the room air out before Charlie came home. I didn’t bother changing the bed, though. I wanted to fall into a deep, happy sleep in mine and Kyle’s sex juices as my eyes finally closed. 

After I had woken up the day after we had sex, I felt all of my guilt reclaim me, and although I couldn't tell anyone what had happened, I had decided to tell Kyle that it couldn't and wouldn’t happen again. Kyle, however, didn't seem to see things the same way as I did, and at every possible chance he had tried to push things as far as he could with me. It all started the night after we fucked, when I told Kyle that nothing would happen again.

I was alone in my classroom preparing for a lesson when Kyle walked in. He was trying to plead his case to begin with, but I just put my foot down and turned around, trying to change the topic of conversation. Suddenly Kyle walked up behind me and pressed his raging hard cock against my ass, and reached around to squeeze and fondle my tits roughly. I couldn't help but moan as my student’s hard dick pressed against me; I was amazingly horny today. Besides, Charlie never wanted to do anything except missionary sex and quick doggy. I had had a taste of hot, rough, wild sex, and I was hooked, but feeling guilty.

Quickly I came back to my senses and tried to push Kyle away by backing up, only to realise that I had just pressed his cock harder against my ass, and I moved forward only to find that I was squashing my big tits into his palms. Again, I moaned before I could stop myself but regained control quickly. Turning around, I ignored the feel of Kyle’s hard dick pressing against my stomach and pushed him back with my hands on his muscular chest. I told him to stop and that other students would be here soon, but Kyle didn't seem to care and was about to carry on when I said, "Please." And then he stopped, knowing he wouldn't force me. Although before he left me alone, he told me that he would be back inside me soon. I couldn't help but feel excited even though I knew it was wrong.

But every day as I grew hornier and more needy for that hot sex, my willpower grew weaker and weaker. Kyle would walk up behind me and cup my tits before I pulled away and walked off. He never pushed me any farther, though, and although I tried my hardest, I couldn't help but be turned on by what he was doing, sometimes even secretly hoping that he would push things further, but he never did, and then as he was leaving my classroom again, he bumped into the second hottest teacher at this school, and my friend. Mrs. Connor’s, Mrs. Carla Connor’s.

“Hey, Alannah, what’s up with young Cosgrove? Looks like a wounded animal. He’s a cute one, isn’t he? But nothing like his buddy Zak Smith. Now him, I would ride, well, if I could get away with it, that is,” she admitted, followed by a laugh.

I just stood there, rubbing my temples. “Oh, hun, he’s not giving you a hard time, is he?”

“No,” I replied. “He’s given me screaming orgasms.” I faced her properly now.

She just stared at me for a second, Alannah… what the hell?” Then she burst out laughing. “You’re joking, right?”

Without hesitation, I handed Mrs. Connor my phone and pressed play, and she was watching me and Kyle fuck each other senseless. She gave me a stunned look and proceeded to watch on for a few minutes, then demanded the truth, and not to miss anything out. After I quickly filled her in and showed her the sketch, her tune changed. 

Well, that’s settled it then. If you can do it, then so can I!

“Carla, this isn’t helping. I confided in you because you’re my friend, and I can trust you to keep it a secret.”

“Oh, I can, babes, and I will.”

I just stumbled into my chair as Carla carried on.

“Look, Alannah, you said it yourself not long ago. Your fella spunks far too quickly, and you’ve got yourself a stud. My hubby can’t even get it up. Fuck! I want my own stud. I’m only a year older than you, and I need good dicking. So, are you in or are you out?”

I already knew my answer deep down. Even though it was wrong, I knew I was going to carry on fucking Kyle. My eyes locked with Carla’s. “I’m in.”

“That’s my girl. Now, what are your plans for Saturday night?”

“Erm, nothing, I think? Maybe the pub with Charlie at night.”

“Not anymore, hun. Keep it free. And today’s lunch break, grab a bite to eat and be back here ASAP. I’ll handle the rest.”

Just then, my class came in, and Mrs. Connor walked off with a noticeable spring in her step. 

It’s safe to say I’m a bit envious of Carla… more importantly, her body.

She was a complete and utter fucking unit, whereas I was slim, with curves in all the right places. She had curves for days. By no means chubby, just an all-round package. I absolutely loved her honey-coloured hair, naturally wavy and darker towards the roots. It just added more of a ‘fuck me’ look to her already gorgeous ‘fuck me’ looks. And I bet if I ever got a whack in the face from one of her massive tits, I’d end up in hospital with a concussion. 

After stuffing my face full of a chicken Caesar salad in record time, I made my way back to my classroom with a large mug of coffee and absolutely no idea what Mrs. Connor had planned. About 10 minutes before lunch break ended, I sat there, dumbstruck, with no more coffee, until a knock at the door came, followed by it opening. Walking towards me were Kyle and Zak. Okay, now I was even more confused. Then, a “Right on time, boys” came from behind them. Carla appeared and closed the door firmly behind her. Then she ran the show.

“Right, you two. We haven't got much time, so let's get straight to it.”

“Zak, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now.

And seeing as Kyle and Miss Graves have already fucked—and are clearly going to keep doing it a lot more—how about you and me going for it too?

Same rules apply. No blabbing, no bragging to anyone. Capisce?”

Zak was halfway blurting out, “Okay, what’s going on here?” when Kyle spoke, looking straight at me.

“And you told me not to say anything,” he said, raising his arms in disbelief.

All I could do was give him a sheepish shrug.

“Wait, you mean you actually…” Zak questioned.

“For fuck’s sake!” Mrs. Connor’s said, then gestured for my phone. She proceeded to play a clip of Kyle and me. Zak lost it. He was like a kid in a sweet shop, punching Kyle in the arm and praising him before Carla interjected again.

“Zak, you wanna fuck me or not?”

“Yes, fuck yes, I do!”

Mrs. Connor smiled and said, “Oh, goodie! Now, let’s go over some ground rules. Firstly, it’ll be at my house; my husband is out for the night. Secondly, we will all be naked and in close proximity to each other. There will be no swapping. She likes him, and I like you, and we won’t be doing any girl-on-girl either. We like cock too much! Still interested so far?”

They both just stood there, nodding their heads excitedly.

“That settles it then. I’ll pick Mrs. Graves up and take her to mine. You two will have to walk. Make it just after 8 pm; my husband should be leaving at 8 pm on the dot.”

“Just like Mrs. Graves did, here’s my address. Don’t lose it!”

“Shit, that’s all the way across town,” Zak complained. “Can’t you pick us up as well? I’d like a ride in your nice Mercedes.”

“Isn’t getting a ride from me and having my 32Fs in your face enough to compensate for some tired legs?” Carla asked.

I reached into my bag and handed them a twenty-pound note.

“Here, get an Uber,” I said. “Stop at the top of the road and walk down the street. It’ll be dark enough for you not to be seen.”

“Now, I think it’s time you left. The bell’s about to go,” I said. With shit-eating smiles, they left, but just before they walked out the door, I said, “I’ve missed you, Kyle…”

Carla, being Carla, had to have a say again. “Oh, Zak, I need it hard, baby. Don’t let me down. By the way, when you get there, just go round to the back door and walk in; we’ll be waiting.”

Carla and I took a minute to talk about how bad we were when Kyle quickly came back in.

“Erm, Miss… what we said about knocking you up, I was just wondering…”

Seeing this as a great opportunity to tease, I cut him off and said, “Oh, so I’m not good enough to have your babies?”

He surprised me by saying, “No, no, I was just curious.”

“Don’t sweat it, Kyle. I’m protected. It was heat-of-the-moment stuff.”

Then I shooed him away again. 

With tomorrow being Friday, we didn’t have to wait long, but after that little sordid conversation, my panties were soaked.