Episode 27: PUSHY CONTROL

Tuesday Morning...

“Moaning Mrs. McKellen.”

Walking the halls before school on her way to meet her routine lover Coach Roman Crandell, Josie McKellen was on fire. She actually felt like a runway model in her borrowed tea green textured mini dress. While spaghetti straps on her shoulders held up the extremely thin material, tiny buttons proceeded down the front. Two of those were undone to share a hint of breast swell, although the material was so thin her nipples were protruding with finesse, clingy around her chest her areolas could even be seen imprinting against the pale color. In the proper lighting the triangular gap between her legs and thighs could easily be seen, even behind the tiny buttons holding it together.

Cleavage as amazing as it was the day prior, she thrived on each jiggle of her stroll. After her liberating show yesterday during her classes, primarily first period she found herself more in tune with her students. Those that knew exactly what she did in class were playfully respectful, not a peep from Carl Manley gave her hope that none of them were talking to others about her. Thankfully a few new revelations last night from Carl’s son Jesse about his father gave her a more relaxed composure. Nerves still there but arguing adrenalin spikes shoved them aside.

She had a lot to lose over what she was doing. Underage students or not she was breaking the rules of student, teacher interactions. Not that she had fucked any of them, but her thoughts were certainly open to it. Her bestie, the school’s new Counsellor Piper Cherry had bonded with her in ways that had brought out a past nympho gene that just couldn’t be contained, now that it had been rekindled. Her husband Henry, hell her lover Roman just weren’t enough to satisfy her wiles. Risks would continue to be taken; her soul would not allow her to retreat.

“Good morning, Logan. Ready to read some Willy?”

“Ready to shake my spear. Oh, right William ... Willy ... I’ll shake that too.”

“I won’t tell if you and the others don’t.” She bats her eyes in passing.

“Panties today?”

“See for yourself?” She turns her back to him and faces an entire hallway of students, no one really focused on her at the moment. Logan slyly lifts her borderline skirt and sees only her tight heart shaped ass; no G-string slingshot bands anywhere.

“Can I rub it?”

“Be quick about it.” The seventeen-year-old young man uses both hands and enjoys her soft cheeks, boasting a hard on from hell. She steps away from his reach the second students began shooting attentive looks their way. He groaned but she knew that prolonged touching would end badly. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes Logan.”

“I’ll be right behind your behind.”

She merely smirked and moved on, other students that had seen her flashing yesterday joined in greeting her on another bright and sunny day. The thrill of seeing how hopeful they were only stoked her future endeavors. She really needed to talk to Piper about things, she not only dared Josie to start wearing short somewhat revealing dresses but to forego bra and panties. Now that she had lived out her first day, her second day was that much clearer, Josie had to show off even harder.

Added to her desire was the fact that she let her favorite flirter Reese Teller eat her pussy between classes, shared with Piper’s tongue herself. Going straight home yesterday wasn’t easy, but her nerves were too on edge from what she and Piper had done. Passing on her usual meet with Roman wasn’t normal, but she asked for a raincheck. He was fine with it as long as she consented to a morning rendezvous. She wholeheartedly agreed.

The shows and her fingering herself in class just weren’t enough. Not even her dance for Freshmen, although not her smartest move ever was nagging at her shame. It was only sight and a few butt rubs while dancing to Steve Miller over the PA system. Today would likely be a repeat performance. With the thoughts of what her boy toy Reese had said outside by the FrankFurther’s food truck she had a hunch she was going to get some from him. That fantasy was long overdue. Reese was a dreamboat for certain.

Not even Henry taking her to bed almost right after she got home yesterday and fucking the holy hell out of her satiated her needs. Only discussions of certain skeletons in her closet still hiding their keys prevented her from demanding more. That however would have meant ignoring her kids. If she only knew they were trapped right under their bed during the entire sexual encounter, overhearing far more than they should have, her heart might have broken. She was doing her best to keep an even balance between parenting and private lives, but her sexual appetite was consuming her. Her youth was returning in full force. When she was fifteen, she was so horny that she got laid twice a day, every day. She could barely keep her clothing on, often letting boys, hell, adult men in their 30’s, strip and take her willingly. The visions alone of her past made her crave more. Today, it was even worse.

“I have to hurry and get in a quickie with Roman. I’m so wet I might leave a snail trail on the floor.” She giggled and made her way toward the gym. Having spotted her, a number of Roman’s boys on the football team knew exactly where she was headed. Maintaining a distance three boys Darryl Priest, Toby Mellon, and Angus Furlong followed her downstairs until she entered his office and locked his door behind her. Feeling safe now that she was inside, they crept up to the door to listen in. Sure, enough they heard the Coach compliment her on her dress. Josie in response saying, “Fuck me Handsome.” The boys found it amusing. Seconds later she was moaning up a storm to Roman’s guttural grunts of excitement.

“Coach is tearing that pussy up.” Darryl whispers.

“That should be us.” Toby added, hiding his laugh. “I bet that sexy ass Counsellor is louder.”

“I bet Dakota sounds just like her mom.” Angus smirked, “I can’t wait to rob that bitch...” It was in that moment of saying “Rob!” that reminded him of his girlfriend Robin Banks. Yes, that was her name. He really needed to break up with Robin to satisfy Dakota that he was sincere, but he liked them both. Hell, he liked a lot more girls than just those two. A player at heart, not just on the football field.

While Robin was cool, yet almost a mean girl, she might actually work with him on a sucker punch he thought. He and she did have an open agreement to fuck anyone they wanted. Maybe just maybe he could persuade Robin to act as if they had broken up and remain his girl behind the scenes. Angus was on to something. Robin although hot was not all that brainy.

“She’s having an orgasm.” Darryl paused to listen to Josie’s shrill, erratic vocals.

Angus perused the idea that he could quietly use Robin to get Dakota, but perhaps on the opposite hand use Piper to nail Dakota’s mom. His dick was humongous just picturing it all. “I have an idea for after school.”

“It’s called Detention with Blondie. Didn’t we agree to gang up on her first day covering Detention?” Darryl gripped his crotch envisioning the crazy Counsellor they all wanted a piece of her flirty teasing in the halls driving their hormones insane. After hauling her caravan style while she masturbated throughout the first-floor hallway and the gym, they knew she was beyond easy. Add in their devouring her in the bleachers before Coach Crandell had to intervene they just knew the future was bright. Knowing the principal hadn’t fired her things were looking even better.

“Dammit! You’re right. Okay, let’s skip Detention tomorrow and plan on something with Mrs. M. We all know Josie comes to see Roman before and after school.” Angus plotted, “I say we sneak back here and when the time is right, we get Josie naked ourselves.”

“I did hear rumor she was showing off yesterday like Piper.” Toby relayed, obviously she had someone in her fold that was not as respectfully quiet as Piper’s pack, “I wish I had a class with her to know for sure.”

“Find somebody in her classes that knows and have them video her, I have got to see her.” Darryl needed answers. A deafening snarl let them in on Roman’s finale, her squeals only adding music to their ears. Knowing that in minutes Josie would have to head back up to class the trio raced to the stairs, going up to the gymnasium. Prepared to make it look as if they were coming down to see their Coach, they timed their backtracking perfectly. The second Roman’s office door opened they began talking about sports and heading her direction. Josie hadn’t heard them immediately and was actually adjusting her skirt outside the door as Roman saw her off.

“Hey Mrs. M.” Angus smiled warmly, “Wow! That dress is ... pretty ... short.” Roman already suspected they knew what he and Josie had done. Josie in reply feigned a blush and sheepishly placed her chin on her shoulder.

“You like?” A 360-perspective required they saw her wet butt cheeks peeking in mid turn.

“Fucking love it.” Darryl boasted.

“I’m glad Principal Manley allowed more freedom in clothes. Too bad it’s only on Wednesdays for the students. I only hope the girls around here take notice of how you and Counsellor Cherry dress.” Toby voiced his opinion.

“Expect plenty more of this kind of dress, I feel ... very free in it.”

“You look free.”

“Enough ogling! What do you bunch of knuckleheads want?” Roman grumbled.

All three hesitantly point at Josie then retreat as if posing thoughts. Josie flared her eyes at their obvious lust, using a loss of temporary memory as an excuse. Finally, Angus broke the trance. “Can we use the workout room after school tomorrow, Coach? Gotta gets buff for the ladies.” He shared an already sizable bicep for Josie. She likey! Of course, it did dawn on her that her eldest daughter Dakota had a crush on Angus. She could see why; he was ruggedly handsome. Josie noticed all of them years ago, each growing buffer, and more handsome each new school year.

“I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just lock it back up when you morons are done. Don’t bother me after school tomorrow, I got ... things to do.” He winked at Josie.

“Quiet as a mouse Boss.” Darryl spoke up.

“I have to get to class. Talk to you later Roman.” Josie kept her composure so that the boys did not suspect anything, in her heart she knew they did. Until knowing for sure she remained cautious.

“I’ll talk to Ruth for you about Counsellor Cherry’s cheerleading schedule.” Roman added his own mask of concealment. Piper already had that covered but he didn’t have anything else in mind as an excuse.

“Good! That way I can talk with Piper about it, being her first week here. That, and give my daughter a heads up.”

Angus smiled thinking, “I’d love to give Dakota a heads up. Pussy and ass!” Even though he knew through talking to his girlfriend Robin that Josie referred to Sable McKellen her youngest. Piper had requested Sable join the squad. That was almost laughable, but nobody was going to make fun due to keeping Piper Cherry happy. They needed the blond bombshell to trust them one hundred percent.

Stepping through the boys up close and personal, Josie headed upstairs with an expression of hopefulness. She truly hoped that the triad of young men were looking at her behind, even more following her. After a thirty second head start the boys waved at Coach Crandell and told him they needed to get to class too. He merely grumbled and stepped back into his office.

Giving Josie time to climb a few more steps the boys got a glimpse up her skirt to see her butt cheeks, Roman’s nut still on her with a sticky gloss. On purpose Josie halted at the top of the stairs and acted as if her heel was bothering her. One hand on the wall, the other lowered while bending slightly to remove her heel. She knew her skirt would rise a bit more under her downward reach. Sure, enough another stunning two inches of her well thighs and cheeks exposed themselves, her violated cunt still weepy to be inspected. Fiddling with her shoe a bit with both hands she stood there waiting to see if the boys would pass by her or linger until she was done. Unsure she dared to peek over her shoulder and say, “Sorry! New heels, they’re a bit shifty in the strap.”

“No problem.” Darryl spoke, “Ladies’ first always. We’ve got a minute take your time.”

“There is room to go around me.”

“Rather not.” Toby grinned, “Beauty before age they say.”

“Aww! That’s sweet of you Toby.” She bends down and puts her shoe back on the floor allowing them an even higher rise of her skirt, this time her clam parted to wink at them for the length of time it took to put her heel back on. She heard all three boys mumble incoherently. Once done Josie stood tall the skirt slipped back down. “All better. I won’t hold you boys up any longer. Have a good day.”

“Oh, we will.” Angus chuckled. All three young men were held up in more ways than one. Dicks were mighty high. Oh, did she note those erections. They followed her all the way from the gymnasium where students were entering for P.E. and down the first level hallway as she headed toward her class. She stopped multiple times to chat with students and teacher’s alike, always aware of her surroundings. Even when hugging her daughters, she maintained a teasing posture.

“There’s Dakota.” Angus thought seeing her back to them, “No Cami today.” He recalled her camisole the other morning, one that her mother told her to only wear on Wednesday’s when the principal okayed a more openminded dress code. Yesterday she was wearing a button-down shirt wide open all day long proving she wanted to be noticed. Oh, she was noticed alright. Even Angus had a good healthy look but chose to play coy to keep her from presuming he only wanted her for sex. That was exactly what he wanted, but he kept it cool until she trusted him.

Today Dakota was wearing white stretch pants similar to the black pair she had on yesterday, with a yellow button-down shirt that touched her hips all around hiding sixty percent of her butt. The whole fingertip dress code rule was never enforced heavily anyway as long as the female students didn’t get too risqué in their choices. Wednesday freedom was going to be interesting with new Counsellor Piper Cherry getting away with murder in her own attire. Josie McKellen as well.

“Gotta go guys.”

Leaving his buddies Angus found his way to Dakota’s side, once her mother moved on toward her first period class. Dakota noting Angus on his way toward her shyly lowers her gaze biting her lip. She was infatuated with the handsome jock but was trying her best to play her desires at arm’s length. Even though she had made a friendlier eye contact with his girlfriend Robin the day Piper Cherry was hired, there was still the worry of pissing the girl off. With Robin and the cheerleaders coming over to Piper’s after school she stressed even harder, fearing confrontation at her own home. She even kept her shirt buttoned up today to ward off her nerves. Angus wanted to talk. So did she ... ever so awkwardly.

“Hey Kota.”

“My daddy calls me that.”

“I like it more than your full name. I just ... like you.”

“Thanks. I ... have you talked to Robin?”

“No. I know it looks bad, but she’s got problems at home, and I don’t want to make matters worse for her by breaking up short notice.” Bullshit! “Can we ... be friends until I can effectively free myself up?”

“I’d like that.” She blushes.

“Me too. I wish we had classes together.”

“I’m always here in the hallway.”

“You look nice. Love the leggings.”

“They’re tight in the wrong places.” She giggles intentionally lifting her yellow shirt in front to let him see her inner thighs, the imprint of her pussy noticeable without panties beneath.

“There’s not a wrong place on this beautiful body.” He lowers his gaze with swagger, noting as she lifts her shirt a bit more to share in that faint crease. Like her mother, Dakota McKellen loved to tease in much smaller doses. Now she almost wanted to unbutton her shirt again. Dang hormonal urges.

“I ... didn’t leave my shirt unbuttoned. You ... didn’t say anything about it yesterday. How come?”

“Trying to prove to you I’m a gentleman, I guess. I’m sure it’s hard enough to trust me because of my rep, that and Robin.”

“You have a rep?” She blushed with skepticism, “Noooo!”

“I know, I’ve dated lots of girls. It comes with being a Quarterback. I’m ... trying to change my ways. If you don’t trust that I understand. Like I said ... friends.”

“Yep!”

“For the record?” He winks at her, Kota tilting her head inquisitively, “It was hell keeping my eyes up when I helped you pick up your things yesterday. I...”

“Liked my tits?”

“You know I did.” He melted and attempted a blush, not his color though.

“These?” She dared to unbutton her shirt to taunt him further.” Boys all around them salivating at each button being released.

“Awww maaan! Don’t do this to me Kota. I’m trying to show you...”

“And I’m trying to show you ... that it’s okay to look.”

“Daaaamn! You have guts McKellen.”

“I think my guts are down here, aren’t they?” She unbuttons her shirt completely letting it fan wide enough for a full shot from neckline to the waistband of her stretch pants. Pointing below her belly button at her skin. Gritting his teeth, he stepped in closer to her and gallantly buttoned her back up to the halfway point. Students watching groaned over his move to prevent further thrills.

“Let’s meet halfway here, okay? Love it, but I need you to like me for me Kota.”

“Same here.” She unbuttons one button lower than his fingers making him back off.

“Okay Miss Belly Dancer. I won’t try keeping it cool anymore. Yes, I love your fucking tits. I even saw your nipples yesterday.”

“You saw my nips?” She just knew he did. Her heart skipped three beats.

“Oh, I saw them when your shirt fanned open while picking your stuff up yesterday.”

“Oh, right!” She giggled, “I guess you did. So did Principal Manley ... so creepy.”

“He’s has got to be a perv. He didn’t tell you to button up, did he?”

“No.” She looked puzzled, “He didn’t. I think it’s because he’s friends with my mom. Although, she didn’t bitch me out over it so he must not have mentioned it. Even creepier.” She bulges her eyes.

“Sounds like it. I have to get to class, so do you. Try not to turn on too many guys.”

“Jealous?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled and went on to class. So did Dakota, she did leave her blouse open. She really wanted to see boys drooling over her. Okay, one more button undone. Thumbs up all around. Dakota shivered but left it open for interpretation.

Piper Cherry found her way back to the Teacher’s lounge to find her handsome Science guy Roger Dundee sitting alone with Spanish teacher Kevin Fowler. No newspaper in Roger’s hands this time just his morning coffee. She wore a red button-down silk dress with tiny white flowers today. It was much like Josie’s camisole style with unfaithful thread like straps on her barren shoulders. Still incredibly short with cheeky reveals, she entered behind Kevin’s blind side, and quietly stood up close to him. Roger watched as she swept her shoulder straps over her biceps knowing well the silk would become nomadic, her hands rising over her head and into her long dirty blond hair was all that kept that dress afloat. While secretly hiding there she chose to dance seductively. Her eyes locked on Roger, his on hers she puckered and blew him a kiss. He blew one back, only Kevin scowled thinking he was doing it to him. Realization made Kevin shrink in his seat.

“She’s behind me, isn’t she?”

In just that withheld breath, Piper leaned forward giggling and hugged the weaselly looking teacher from behind. Her loose cleavage allowed her to mold her 38C’s around his neckline. Beet red he nearly peed his pants.

“Morning Mister Peabody.” Too close for comfort, his urinary troubles as it were. He shivered in her grasp, her hair tickling his cheek.

“Why do you call me Mister Peabody?” He nervously patted her forearm surrounding his chest.

“Peabody and Sherman? You don’t remember those old cartoons?”

“She’s calling you a geeky dog, Kev.” Roger chuckled.

Singing seductively in Kevin’s ear he trembles, “And they called it Puppy Love. I guess I’ll never Knowles. Where is Dewey by the way?” She stood up straight, her tits so crushed around his head that her nipples actually lifted his earlobes, nearly knocking his glasses off. Once erect she rubbed Kevin’s back briskly, “You know you want me, Kevin.” He was terrified!

“Dewey’s probably in his classroom already.” Roger pointed out, “I hear you dance a mean waltz.”

“I prefer slow dances. Horizontally speaking!” She trails her fingertips along the edge of the circular table until facing Roger from the side. He hadn’t budged an inch, his legs under the table but slouching in his seat. Eying his crotch she looks at Kevin slyly, “Time to get foggy.” She combined her thoughts on froggy with the prediction of his glasses getting foggy like yesterday.

Lifting her right leg up, her skirt lifted, underwear cloaked pussy before Roger’s eyes, ass before Kevin’s. She cast her stiletto heel over Roger’s lap then plopped down hard on his manhood. Throwing her arms around his neck but keeping a friendly distance she gyrated her thighs along his tenting membership. Panties on a second day, it wasn’t as much fun trying to mold her labia over his erection. It still felt good, but the material resisted her true desires. It was good enough for what little time they had.

“Lap dances?” Roger chuckled.

“Slow lap dances. I think you missed me a little.”

“Little?”

“Mmm! He’s growing, maybe a lot.”

“Much better. You do realize any teacher could walk through that door and see you right?”

“They can wait in line for a lap dance.”

“Even the female teachers? Elsa? The librarian?”

“Don’t ruin my moment, Roger.” She hops up and down on him three times roughly then crawls off, caressing his cheek in passing. Moving to the coffee machine she winces, “Why don’t we get free coffee here?”

“We do. Just push the buttons.” Kevin points toward her with squinting eyes as he cleans his steamed-up bifocals.

“Oh, now you tell me after I blew a dollar in this machine yesterday.”

“In our defense, you had us all speechless.” Roger chuckled.

“You just wait until Saturday handsome. That tongue will have my cat. And no I’m not bringing Mimi’s pussy pack. Not that, I’d complain, nor you if I did.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Y-you’ve seen Mimi’s p-p-p-puss...” Kevin couldn’t even finish his sentence.

“She’s showed me a photo of her cats.” Piper smirked with curiosity, “Kevvvvin? Do you have a crush on Mimi Alexander?”

“I ... noooo ... noooo ... I’m much too old for...” He blushed heavily, even his receding hairline grew red in tint. After raising Mimi’s skirt yesterday for shortness opinions, she should have guessed. At 36, Kevin was almost 12 years Mimi’s senior.