Twisting on the Gallows Pole

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Teacher/Student, Slow, School, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Belinda needs a favor. She'd be happy to ask Mr Gallows for just about any favor - and he would do just about anything for his favorite student - but this is a big one. Fortunately she has a plan: a sex game to satisfy his every need, his deepest fantasies. With nothing more than an old, faded game of Twister, $300 worth of lingerie and a spoonful of courage she is ready to play for what she needs

Prologue

It's possible I'm not Mr Gallows' favourite person at the moment. It's equally possible that I am in fact his number one favourite person ... OK, top five, whatever. It very much depends on what is happening right now in the gym.

My two minute biography – in case you need catching up – is this: I'm in my final year at a posh boarding school in Sydney. At the beginning of the school year, I accidentally seduced the headmaster (that's Mr Gallows – very tall, cute, little bit nerdy, wonderful lover) and we have been seeing each other secretly ever since. Not long after, I was seduced (that's my story, and I'm sticking to it) by my roommate (that's Rupali – very tall, sexy, little bit funny, wonderful lover) and we have also been seeing each other ever since.

Now here's the tricky bit, so pay attention: Rupali and Mr Gallows had complimentary sexual fantasies. I took it as my solemn duty to put them together and as a result Mr Gallows knows about me and Rupali, but Rupali only knew that I was sleeping with a mystery man. She thought it was one of the boy boarders and I was protecting his identity; she had no idea it was a faculty member, let alone the headmaster. This was a good thing because if news gets out then he's out of a job: forever probably.

The reason I might not be so popular with Mr Gallows is because Rupali found out. From me, no less! But it wasn't my fault. The reason why I might be very popular is because Rupali wants to share him with me ... and she can be pretty persuasive. And it's all happening right now.

Anyway, that's a story for another day. For now, here's the first part of the story of how she found out about us. Enjoy.

Love,

Belinda.

P.S. One more thing you need to know in case you missed my earlier stories: Mr Gallows invents and modifies sex toys as a hobby. I told you he's a bit nerdy. Love, B.


I may only be 18 (well 19 next month) but I know how the world works. If you need a favour, a big favour, then you're wise to catch your target when they're grateful for your company – or in a moment of weakness – but ideally both. I needed a favour from Mr Gallows; I needed him to make me a sex toy.

Rupali recently bought me a gift: a strapless strap-on dildo. Our relationship is not especially lesbian – or even bi-sexual – we're just curious girls and we have sex the way we would with guys. It's more convenient this way because we don't get many opportunities to go out with guys in the senior girls' dorm, so tongues and strap-ons make a lot of sense.

The dildo was a gift for me – not for her – because of its size; I mean I could wear it to make love to her (yes, I've tried), but it's too small to make her come. She can climax with my tongue or my fingers, but the only other times have been using nine inches of Silver (the famous Senior Girls' Dorm double-ended dildo) and with Mr Gallows (also nine inches). Try as I might (and yes, again, I've tried), I can't find a nine inch strapless strap-on online.

Why strapless? Nobody who had tried both a strapless and a strappy (is that even a word?) dildo would ask. There is no comparison. Spike – that's our name for the strapless dildo - is ready to go in seconds; no mucking about with straps and buckles and tightening and blah, blah, blah; just slip it in and get to work. But that's not the main thing: a girl with a strappy looks ... well ... a little ridiculous. I'm not sure why; she just does. Even a beautiful girl like Rupali – it just detracts. But a strapless looks like it belongs; I wouldn't exactly say it looks real – unless you get the light just right – but it looks right ... purposeful ... sexy.

Mr Gallows has made us some stunningly impressive sex toys and I promised Rupali that I would ask my mystery man for a nine inch strapless. After I agreed to ask, then she dropped the bomb: she wanted the dildo modelled on his cock. I tried to imagine his cock – with all of its familiar curves and contours – on my body while I made love to Rupali. Weird? Maybe a little. Sexy? Oh my goodness, yes! Would I ask him? Oh, please!


I was going to have to pull out all stops for this favour; he was going to need some serious softening up. I love an erotic game and the people I involve usually approve; Mr Gallows is no exception. I figured that a new game – one tailored especially for him – was a sure bet to curry favour.

All this happened last month. Mr Gallows and I always time our meetings so that we can come and go undetected, but that makes it difficult when I share a room with Rupali; more so these days when we share a single bed. As a result, it had been a fortnight since we had last met and our texts to each other were getting a little desperate.

I considered that the best approach was to come clean with Rupali and let her know what I was planning; otherwise I would never get the chance to pull it off.

"Sweetie," I began, choosing a vulnerable moment when we were changing out of our uniforms after school. "Would it be OK if I snuck out tonight after lights-out? On my own?"

"Why?" she asked, turning around to smile at me in her bra and panties. "Got a special delivery coming from your mystery man?"

"Kind of, yeah," I said tentatively, looking down at my feet. "It's been a while."

"What's in it for me?" she asked, grinning.

"Well its funny you ask," I answered brightly. "Because tonight I'm going to ask him for that favour: the new toy."

"Ooooh goody!" she laughed, eyes flashing with excitement. "And he'll model it on himself, right? I only ask because you won't let me have the real thing again."

"I'm sorry Sweetie," I apologised sincerely. "I can't tell you why, but you have to trust me: it's not because I don't want to; I just can't."

"No I'm sorry," she sighed, coming over for a hug. I felt a now familiar tingle as her firm breasts pressed into my cheek (she is thirteen inches taller than me, so that's as high as I reach). "I shouldn't give you a hard time about it. But it's really hard not to feel just a little jealous. In some ways I almost wish you didn't orchestrate that Fantasy Night; then I wouldn't know what I was missing."

I felt bad about that too. Mr Gallows and I aren't exclusive and I would love nothing more than to share him with Rupali – preferably at the same time – but he was immovable on the subject. The risks we took on that one night were bad enough and he reckons I was lucky to pull it off without him being discovered. Maybe he's right, but I do hate to keep these two halves of my sex life separate.

So that was Ruplai sorted: I had my leave-pass. The next step was a text to Mr Gallows:

"New game :-D CU 2nite?"

I got a reply back within about thirty seconds; I like that about him: he's not concerned about appearing too keen like boys my age.

"11pm Teachers' Lounge. Can't wait."

And yes, I shit you not, he uses grammatically correct apostrophes in his texts.


Rupali and I went to our own beds that night and when I turned on my torch to get dressed again she opened her eyes to watch me sneak out.

"Why're you wearing that?" she whispered.

"Insurance," I hissed. "Go to sleep, you're making me feel all guilty for leaving you."

"I can't sleep," she said in her best guilt-inducing voice. "Tell me a bedtime story." Then seeing the frustration and urgency on my face: "Please? Just a little one and then I can go to sleep."

"Mmmmm," I grumbled. "OK. Shove over." She knows I'm a sucker for story-telling and she's not above manipulating me to entertain her. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. She rolled away from me, facing the wall, and I slipped into bed behind her, reaching around under her armpit to cup one large, full breast. She wriggled back contentedly against my body.

"Who's it about?" she asked.

"This is a story I haven't finished writing yet, so I may need to make bits of it up as I go," I said. "It's about a guy called Bob."

"Is this Bob your Physics lab partner?" she sighed complainingly.

"No-oo!" I said in my most convincing As-If voice.

"Cos you've got such a schoolgirl crush on him," she teased.

"What? Do not!" I defended myself vehemently.

"OK then, what's this Bob like," she said resignedly, giving up the chase.

"Handsome. But in a geeky-cute kind of way. Way shy with girls."

"Oh my God," she giggled. "It is so Bob from Physics. You are so in denial!"

"So it seems you don't want a story... ," I said coolly, belying the blush on my cheeks.

"I apologise Blinny," she said primly, following it with a little snort of laughter. "Please continue."

"OK. So Bob's on a plane. And today he's B.O.B – that's flight-attendant code for Best On Board – the cutest guy on the plane..."

I went on with the story, stroking her breast through the slippy satin of her nightie, lifting my head and whispering hotly in her ear as I got to the sexy bits. I could tell Rupali had a hand under her nightie and was stroking herself to the cadence of my voice and my hand on her breast. As I reached the climax, with a beautiful flight attendant impaled and coming on Bob's hard shaft in the airplane bathroom, Rupali stiffened and reached her own quiet orgasm in my arms.

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