Chapter 7: A Threesome to End Term

3:28, I’ve got two minutes to get to the old classrooms. Angela, I can’t even bring myself to call her Angie even when I’m thinking about her, has told me to be there by 3:30. Angela doesn’t like me to be late or to call her Angie.

I know she treats me as some sort of sex slave, a toy-boy for her, toy-boy in the sense that I’m a toy for her, a thing to be used, not the differences in ages. She uses me for her own sexual gratification, making me eat her pussy, with the suggestion more than a promise, that if I perform well she’ll give me a hand job, and if I do really well I can cum on her tits.

It’s not all that bad, I mean I’ve learnt a lot about oral sex from her, and it’s not that bad, and if it wasn’t for Angela I wouldn’t be getting any sort of sex at all. OK she’s teased and tormented me these last few months. Ignoring me for weeks, then demanding I perform when she wants.

Eventually I actually got my reward or payment, whatever you want to call it. The time before last time she gave me a blowjob and I came in her mouth. God that was unbelievable. Then she popped my cherry, I’m not a virgin any more, but nobody knows it, I can’t tell anyone, they just wouldn’t believe me. That’s where the real torment lies. I fucked the sexiest and best looking girl in school (well she fucked me) and nobody would believe me if I bragged about it.

I know Angela has used me for her own ends but I never got the idea that she wouldn’t do as she promised, there was nothing evil about her.

So it’s the end of term next week and Angela will be leaving, she starts the next term at some sort of fancy stage school. She has promised me something special as a parting gift, something that will totally blow my mind. So I’m hurrying to our normal meeting place, praying that I’ll not be late.

Chantelle, Miss Dubois, was in what she now knew was her rightful position. On her knees, tits hanging out with her head pressed between my toned dancer’s thighs, licking my pussy.

We’d become semi-regular lovers, well quick sex partners more than lovers, in the weeks that had passed since I blackmailed her into having sex with me. She had taught me a great deal about lesbian sex, simply by her experience. Something I had then passed onto others. I don’t tell you everything I do here.

I was leaning back against an old desk in our normal rendezvous place of the old classrooms. I was on the verge of cumming as her tongue teased and pleasured my clit when there was a noise behind us.

“What ... the ... fuck?”

I looked around and saw the unmistakable nerdy form of Gary Bradshaw. His mouth open in surprise, jaw hanging slack.

It seemed my plan was going to work out fine. I hadn’t been sure if Gary would fall into my trap by coming. If he hadn’t then I was still going to get off with Chantelle, either way, it would be no skin off my nose. He had come so he was going to get his boat rocked better than he could have imagined. What a way to end the school term!

“Hi Gary, come on over,” I managed to gasp as Chantelle aware that something had changed stopped eating my pussy and looked up. I saw a look of confusion cross her face as she quickly stood up and got her tits back into her bra.

She looked at me questioningly. It was obvious that I had set something up.

“Gary, I think you deserve a little treat to finish the term, and as I won’t be here next term I decided that you will be the lucky beneficiary of a fantasy of mine that I’ve not acted out yet. We,” I indicated all three of us,” are going to have a nice little three-way.”

“NO. Non. No. I will not do that. I will not have sex with a pupil,” Chantelle cried out.

“What? What the fuck do you think we were just doing? That wasn’t a French lesson you were giving me.” I giggled then at the unintended double meaning of what I had said.

I pulled Chantelle close to me and kissed her saying, “Gary has been a very loyal and patient little slave to me all year. He’s only had one fuck in his entire life and that was with me two weeks ago. Just think what we could do to his mind if we were to give him a little bit of fun? Imagine what it would feel like to have two sexy,” I kissed her again at this point, “two very sexy women giving him a blow job together, then he can fuck you, while I sit on his face.”

Gary didn’t know where to look or what to say. His mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish out of water. Well, that’s what he was in the situation he was in.

“He’s got quite a nice dick, and it’s bigger than Mr Jennings, and we both know how much you like that one. Oh, hasn’t he told you, I fucked him a couple of weeks ago, just to see why you thought it was worthwhile fucking him.”

“No, why should I?”

“Well there’s all that video evidence of you and Mr Jennings, and there’s even more of us two together. You know I wouldn’t be afraid to use it. Come on, it’ll be fun. Let’s blow Gary’s mind for him. And his cock.”

I didn’t give Chantelle chance to act or say anything pulling her to me pressing her body to mine. “Garry, just watch how things are done.”

I kissed Chantelle, open-mouthed and passionately, tongue in her mouth twisting and fighting with hers, just the way she likes. My hands had freed her tits again and I squeezed them firmly, kneading them in my paws. I dropped my head and sucked her left nipple into my mouth, chewing hard on the hard tip. Moving my head away I pulled her nipple with me, stretching her tit out, then let go, allowing the soft flesh to bounce back into place.

Chatelle’s hands had hold of my bum, lifting me up. I raised one leg and wrapped it around her hip, grinding my pussy lips against her. I heard a moan from our onlooker. Garry unsurprisingly had his cock out and was playing with it. It looked hard and angry. Just the way I like a cock.

I motioned Gary to come and join us, taking the chance to get naked, ripping Miss Dubois panties from her body at the same time. With nothing left to lose she removed her blouse in a slow and sexy manner. Gary gasped when he saw her tits properly, and the marks I’d left on them with my teeth.

I kissed Gary and made sure Chantelle did the same, then we two girls kissed. So for a while, we alternated kissing each other. That’s not to say hands were idle either. I felt a hand cup my pussy moments before a finger slid inside, fingering me instantly. I didn’t know who’s hand was where and I didn’t really care.