I. The strange boy in first period

"Jeremy, you know it's against the rules to wear a hat in school. Take that thing off."

The strange boy in her first period English class just stared back at her, grinning. It wasn't really a hat, per se. She didn't know what it was. It looked like a wire lattice, tightly pressed against the boy's head. But it certainly was distracting. Looking at it made her faintly dizzy. She came to a decision.

"Well Jeremy, if you aren't going to take it off, you'll have to go talk to the principal about it. Come here!"

The boy sauntered up. She'd never seen him look so smug. Well, the principal would deal with him. He held out his hand and she quickly hiked up her skirt, slipped off her panties, and handed them to him. The class burst out into laughter. She couldn't think why. Teachers always gave their underwear to students when they were sent to the principal's office. The strange boy with the headgear stared hard at the class and they immediately quieted down. He smiled, or more correctly leered at her once more, and then walked out of the room without a word.

When class was over, Miss Titus sat at her desk quickly reviewing her notes for next period. Before any of her students arrived, the principal walked in, Jeremy in tow. The boy was still wearing the weird contraption on his head. She looked quizzically at the principal.

"I talked to Jeremy about not bringing his science project to his other classes." explained the principal. "He took the thing off."

Miss Titus looked back at the boy, whose head was still enmeshed in wire. Or was it? No, he wasn't wearing anything on his head. He never had been. Why were he and the principal here?

"Miss Titus" announced the principal, "You've been working very hard. I think you deserve a day off. I'll teach the rest of your classes today. Go out and enjoy yourself! Go shopping. Here..." He handed her a credit card, "It's on me!"

The young English teacher didn't know what to think. But she wasn't about to let an opportunity like this pass by. She grabbed the card as she stood up and headed out the door and down the hall. Jeremy followed. But of course, thought Miss Titus. He couldn't be expected to spend the entire day with the principal. He probably needed a day off too. It was sweet of the boy to accompany her. Young man, really. He had developed remarkably over the past year. Funny how she hadn't noticed how incredibly attractive he was until now. He smiled at her and put his hand on her ass as they walked to the parking lot. How sweet, she thought.

II. Parking lot games

They got in to her old blue Datsun, but something wasn't right. "Do you mind if I take my bra off?" She asked Jeremy. The young man just gave her another one of those devastating smiles. She took it that he approved and she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she undid her bra and released her firm, large breasts. That felt much better. Apparently Jeremy thought so too. He reached over and squeezed her breasts, kneading them and pinching her erect nipples. It felt great! She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling her unpantied sex moisten. He leaned over and sucked on her nipples. Her pussy gushed and she yelled out "Oh God, Jeremy! You make me so horny!"

He smiled and sat back in the passenger seat. She could see the bulge in his pants straining. Well, it was only fair since she was responsible for it, she should help him out with it.

He leaned the seat back as she undid his pants. His cock sprang out, rock hard. God, it was beautiful. She cupped his balls in her hand and took the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He grunted with pleasure and she was delighted. She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, slowly at first, then more and more frantically, trying to get more and more of him into her mouth, her lips sliding along the shaft, her tongue pressing hard.

It was incredible. She had never felt anything like this. She had only had sex a handful of times, but sucking on this beautiful cock felt better than anything that had ever been done to her. The shear pleasure of it was overwhelming. It wasn't long until her young student groaned and stiffened and exploded into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed greedily, amazed at how wonderful the stuff tasted. She sat back and licked the few drops that dribbled from the corner of her mouth. He smiled lazily back at her and she blushed. He was sooo hot! She couldn't think why she had never sucked him off before.

She put her blouse back on, but only bothered with a couple of buttons. Then she undid her long blonde hair, which she usually kept in a tight bun, and ran her fingers through it, teasing it out wildly. After all, this was her day off--time to let it all hang loose! Jeremy had pulled his pants back on and sat back up. She hoped he would let her suck him off again later. She looked down at her outfit. Even with the blouse open to barely contain her breasts, it really didn't do her justice. The fabric was much to thick and not nearly tight enough. And her skirt actually went below her knees! Definitely a fashion emergency. Well, that's what the principal's credit card was for.

"Off to the mall!" She exclaimed, and Jeremy nodded approvingly.

III. Wheels

As they drove downtown, Jeremy would occasionally reach over and grope her breast or squeeze her thigh. Every time he did she would giggle and tell him how horny he made her. She felt so lucky that such a hot guy wanted her, when she was almost 15 years older than he was. She babbled on about how glad she was that he was spending the day with her, and how he'd always been her favorite student, and how much she wanted to fuck him and be his own personal whore. He just stared and grinned.

They passed a luxury car dealership, and before she knew why, she pulled into the lot and parked. Jeremy got out and walked toward a 1969 fire-truck-red Cadillac convertible. Miss Titus followed. Of course, she thought. Jeremy deserves better than to be chauffeured around in an old Datsun. The car had been beautifully restored, with white leather interior. The back seat was very big. She giggled and told Jeremy how fun it would be to fuck in.

A sales person came out to meet them. She was in her twenties, with short dark hair.

"Can I help you?" she asked, politely but suspicious. Clearly she didn't expect serious customers to arrive in a beat up Datsun. She addressed Miss Titus, but she kept staring at Jeremy. Well, of course,he's such a hottie, thought the teacher, but why did she seem to be staring at his head?

"What's your name?" asked Miss Titus, with a big friendly smile.

"What?" said the sales girl. She seemed a little spacey. "Oh...I'm sorry...I'm Donna."

"Well, Donna" Miss Titus explained as if to one of her slower students. "We wanted to test drive this car. Just for a couple of days. Three at the most."

"Well," said Donna, looking a little confused, "Usually a test drive only lasts a few minutes." She looked at Jeremy, who smiled. The boy has a powerful smile, thought Miss Titus as she saw the sales girl relax and smile back. "But I guess in this case a few days would be fine. I'll go get the keys."

She practically skipped off, looking back over her shoulder once and giggling. Soon she was back, where she found teacher and student kissing. She gave the keys to the blonde woman, but she gave her business card to Jeremy.

"If you need anything, call me. Night or day. My home number and address are written on the back." She licked her lips suggestively. Jeremy reached around and grabbed her ass, pulled her hips tight against his and kissed her hard. Miss Titus could see Donna's tongue had thrust itself into her students mouth. She had also grabbed his ass and was grinding herself against him. The teacher smiled...Jeremy was such a great kisser. At last he released her and reluctantly Donna let go. The young man smiled at her, and she leaned back against one of the cars, smiling dreamily, one hand down the front of her pants, the other waving as they got in and drove off.

IV. 2HOT

At the mall, they went to a store called 2HOT. It was a store that mostly catered to much younger women, but Damn it!, she was in damned good shape for 32, and it was her day off, so she wanted to look sexy. The lone sales clerk looked disapprovingly at them as they walked in. She was starring at Jeremy's head too...strange, that. The teacher went to a display of lycra tube tops. She picked out a red one that matched the color of the Cadillac and showed it to Jeremy, who nodded approvingly. It was a couple of sizes too small, but that's why they make them strechy! She found a tight black mini skirt she thought would go well with it, and a pair of shiny red boots with 5 inch heels. Then she headed for the changing room. Jeremy followed.

"Hey! He can't go in there with you." said the sales clerk, whose name tag said Cindy. She was a pixie of a woman, maybe 20, with pert little breasts, her platinum blonde hair held back in a scrunchie. She looked disapprovingly at Jeremy and his teacher. She didn't know what was going on, but she was pretty sure it was sick. "But Cindy" explained the teacher, "He has to come with me. He has to help me dress up in my slut-clothes, and if he likes how I look, then he can fuck me. If he doesn't come with me, I'll have to come alone!" She giggled at her double entendre. She was such a good English teacher.

Cindy let that sink in. It all seemed very confusing, but the boy grinned at her and she understood. Of course they had to fuck in the fitting room. Where else would they do it? "I'll close the store for a few minutes so you won't be disturbed." she said cheerfully. "Thank you, Cindy." said Miss Titus, and teacher and student went back into the fitting room.

Miss Titus shed the ridiculously long skirt she had been wearing, and the blouse followed. She twirled around naked, admiring herself in the mirror and making sure that Jeremy got a good look at her from every angle. She wiggled her ass into the tiny bit of tight, black leather. Jeremy zipped it up and gave her ass a slap--he was so helpful! She squeezed her tits into the strechy red top, and then pulled on the boots, carefully balancing on the high heels. She looked herself over in the mirror and squealed with delight. She looked so slutty! Her hair was blown out from riding in the convertible. Her large titties strained against the top, her nipples at attention. The mini barely covered her twat and she was delightfully aware that she hadn't any panties. Funny, she didn't used to use words like titties and twat, but she was, after all, an English teacher and she should always strive to increase her vocabulary. She sure didn't look like a school marm though! She spun around for Jeremy, wiggling her ass, jiggling her tits.

"Do I look sexy, Jeremy?" she asked playfully. "Do I look slutty?" she asked, squeezing her tits. She turned her back to him and thrust out her ass, making the leather even tighter. She looked over her shoulder and pouted, "Don't you want to fuck me?" She knelt in front of him, her tits thrust out against his legs, her head tossed back.

"Please Fuck me HARD!" she pleaded.

Apparently her seduction was successful. Jeremy undid his jeans and once again she was faced with that beautiful cock. She kissed it and licked it as she pulled down his jeans and boxers, but some how she knew that he didn't want her to suck him off this time. Which was good, because she soooo wanted to be thoroughly screwed. She slid her breasts up his body as she pulled herself up, snaking off his shirt as she went. God he was gorgeous! She thrust her tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately, making sure he knew he could have her any way he wanted. She was ecstatic to feel his fingers probing underneath her brief skirt, stroking her labia, slick with moisture. She'd never been this wet. He found her buzzing clit and gave it a little squeeze. She squeaked and gasped with the overwhelming sensations. How could this teenager make her so aroused so quickly when grown men couldn't even bring her close. They had called her frigid, but none of them was half the man her Jeremy was. She unzipped the skirt and pulled it up around her hips. She reached up and grabbed the bar over head for hanging clothing in the fitting room.

"Fuck me, Jeremy! Screw me into the wall!"

He put his hands on her hips and thrust his dick into her dripping pussy. She screamed with ecstacy. He pulled her towards him and slid her along his shaft as she hung from the bar. She didn't seem to be able to let go, but she didn't care. He thrust his hips forward, slaming her back against the fitting room wall, pushing deeper inside her. She raised her legs and wrapped her booted feet around his waist, pulling his closer. He thrust into her again and again. She moaned, she squeaked, she gasped, she babbled incoherently. Sex had never been like this before. Waves of pleasure washed over and over her, building and building. It was so intense, like she could feel his pleasure as well as her own. She felt his orgasm building along side hers. And at last they came.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

She screamed as the orgasm exploded through her again and again, so intense that she thought she might die, so incredible that she would consider death a bargain. But she didn't die, and once she had come down enough to focus her eyes, she saw Jeremy smiling at her. She smiled back and realized she was still hanging from the bar. She let go and they collapsed together on the fitting room floor. She heard a feminine sigh and turned to see that at some point the fitting room door had come open and Cindy the sales girl had been watching. More than watching, it seemed, since she was sprawled naked on a pile of her clothing, her hands sticky with her own juices. From the look of her, she had just come pretty hard as well. Jeremy smiled at the girl and she crawled over on her hands and knees and commenced to lick his groin and thighs clean. She looked like she was in heaven. Miss Titus was a bit jealous, but at the moment she didn't think she could move, and Jeremy should be taken care of.

Cindy finished her delicate chore and looked up adoringly at the object of her administrations. Jeremy smiled and nodded towards his teacher. The sales clerk squealed like a kid at Christmas and crawled over to the older woman. She dove between the teacher's thighs, lapping up every drop of cum. The formerly prudish teacher had never allowed any one to administer to her orally, and here was this girl she had just met eating her out with gusto. She loved it. Spent as she was, she felt another orgasm building. She looked adoringly over at her young student. She knew that, somehow, this was a gift from him, and she was very grateful. "Thank you" she breathed, and then let herself be overwhelmed by Cindy's talented tongue.

Once everyone was able to stand again, they proceeded to pick out more outfits for Miss Titus. They picked out half a dozen minis, a couple pairs of hotpants, some more tube tops and halter tops, a gauzy white sundress that left nothing to the imagination, and something made of lavender silk with large diamond peek-a-boo windows cut out of it. They also bought several pair of 'fuck me' shoes, with heels from four to six inches. Miss Titus pranced and jiggled about the store, showing off each outfit as Jeremy grinned and Cindy clapped and giggled. In the end, though, the teacher decided to wear the outfit that Jeremy had screwed her in, for sentimental reasons. Cindy suggested a dangly pair of red earrings to go with it. She bagged the other outfits and Miss Titus charged everything to the principals credit card. They left the bags to pick up on their way out. Cindy kissed them both good bye.

"You're so lucky!" she said dreamily to the school teacher.

"I know" she replied.

V. Lunch Lady

It had been a busy morning, and they were both hungry. They headed for the steak house at the far end of the mall. Miss Titus wasn't used to walking in such high heals, but Jeremy kept his hand on her ass to steady her. He was such a thoughtful boy! Everyone they passed stared at them, obviously jealous.

It was after one, and the restaurant wasn't very crowded. Miss Titus asked that they be given a booth in the back where they could have a little privacy. Everyone stared as they were shown to the table, but she was used to it by now. In fact, she kind of liked it. She did her best to wiggle and jiggle a bit more. Jeremy smiled approvingly and squeezed a tit.

Their waitress, a cute black girl named Trudi, came and took their order. Miss Titus ordered for both of them. Strange how she always seemed to know exactly what he wanted. And of course, she was very eager to give it to him! She giggled.

While they waited, she slipped a boot off and slid her foot up his leg, licking her lips while her eyes smoldered at him. Her toes found his crotch and began to knead and tease. She felt him start to get hard again. She sighed contentedly. She was so focused on his beautiful face and the wonderful feeling of his cock between her toes, that she didn't notice the woman standing next to their booth and glaring until she cleared her throat and said "Miss Titus!".

The teacher reluctantly turned to look at the woman addressing her, although her toes continued in their game. It was a middle aged woman in a pants suit, with her auburn hair cut in a short, business style. She might have been somewhat attractive, if she didn't have such an ugly expression on her face. She looked vaguely familiar.

"You are Miss Titus, aren't you? My daughter's English teacher?"

She sounded very angry. Miss Titus couldn't imagine why.

"Could be. What's your daughter's name?"

"It's Joanna Colms, but that's beside the point. What I want to know is what on earth you think you're doing! You are supposed to be a role model for the young women in our community, and here you are traipsing around dressed like a whore! This community has standards, Miss Titus, and we expect our school teachers to up hold them!"

"Oh Joanna!" said the teacher, oblivious to the woman's tirade. "She's the red-headed girl with the big juicy titties! You know Joanna, don't you Jeremy? She's in your class."

The boy smiled and nodded. Mrs. Colms gasped.

"You slut! He's one of your students, isn't he?! I was just going to have you fired, but it looks like this should be brought to the attention of the courts! You hussy!"

"Well, I know it isn't exactly proper," explained the teacher, "but he's such a hottie, and he fucks like a dream!"

Mrs. Colms just looked aghast at the couple. She seemed a bit confused.

"But...but...you can't fuck your students... Oh my, what did I just say!...you've just made me so mad. The very idea. That this gorgeous young stud should be out screwing his teacher, when he should be in class, fucking my Joanna!"

"Oooohh!" said the teacher. Now she understood. "Mrs. Colms, I'm not a selfish woman. I'd be happy to have Jeremy screw your daughter. In fact, I plan to make sure he has the opportunity to do every girl in the class--in the whole school, even. But today is my day off, and Jeremy didn't want me to have to spend it alone. You see, I haven't been plowed in over three years! And nobody fucks like Jeremy! I mean, you should see is cock!"

Apparently the woman took her literally, since she got on her hands and knees to look under the table to see Jeremy's pants around his knees, the teacher's toes wrapped around her student's member. She smiled back up at them and barked like a dog. Then she let out a large belch. What a strange woman, thought Miss Titus.

"I'm sorry, Miss Titus" said the woman, "I've been such a bitch. I'm a bitchy-bitchy-bitchy-bitchy bitch! You should enjoy your day off. Lord knows you teachers don't get enough appreciation! And I apologize to you, too young man. You have such a beautiful cock, You should be able to screw anyone you want to and I'm proud of you for giving it hard to your teacher. She needed a good fuck even more than I do! You will still nail my daughter, won't you? I'd feel terrible if my bitchiness had cost her the chance to have that sweet dick of yours inside her tight little hole."

The boy smiled and nodded.

"Oh goodie-goodie-gum-drops!" said Mrs. Colms as she stood and began undressing. She had been wearing an ungodly amount of clothing, thought Miss Titus.

"You're very kind." continued the woman, "Still, I should be punished for being such a fucking bitch! I should be spanked! Will you spank me? Both of you?"

She stood before them naked now, her voice pleading and almost manic. She lay face down on their table, her ass in the air.

"Spank me! Spank me! I'm a bad little bitch!"

They acquiesced. They took turns slapping her bare ass, as she cried out for more. Trudi came back with their food. She looked confused at the site, but a grin from Jeremy and she put the food down and enthusiastically joined in. She took ice cubes and pushed them deep in the woman's ass while she squealed and wriggled. The other patrons no longer looked shocked, but they did watch on with cheerful fascination.

At last they stopped and Mrs. Colms got up, a wild look in her eyes. She squealed and giggled and slapped her own ass.

"B-bye!" she said and skipped off, still naked, singing "I'm a little Fuck Doll! Do me, do me, do me!"

They ate their meal, and it was marvelous. The food was great--the principal was sparing no expense--and the conversation was delightful, if a bit one sided. Such a quiet, polite young man! Miss Titus told him about her various girl friends and which ones she thought would be fun in bed. She knew that Jeremy wouldn't be able to spend every day attending to her newly awakened needs. She had a feeling though, that if she introduced Marcia and Shelly to the young man, they might see the advantages of regular three-way lesbian orgies. Jeremy seemed to agree. She also tried to think of sex games they could play with the girls in her English class. She wondered if the school would order some dildos and vibrators and other toys. She'd have to talk to Ms. Naylor, the girls gym teacher with the perky tits. She should have a budget for things like that. She would also talk to the principal about getting all the other boys out of first period, and transfer in the girls with the best bodies. Jeremy should spend a day in the girls locker room so he could choose. He nodded his agreement. She loved being helpful to him.

Trudi came back and asked if they would like dessert.

"Well..." said Miss Titus, "my dessert is already waiting for me under the table."

She leered at Jeremy and licked her lips.

"But as for Jeremy, hmmm...What would he like..." the boy grinned at her and she just knew. Wow! Maybe she was psychic.

"I know! Go get some cherry pie filling and whipped cream and spread it on your bare boobies! Then Jeremy can lick it off!"

Trudi looked a little hesitant, as if this had gone a little to far, but the boy grinned at her and she scampered off. When she came back, stripped to the waist, the school teacher was already under the table sucking away and moaning. She seemed to really be enjoying herself. The waitress lay on her back on the table and spread the fruit and topping onto her breasts. Jeremy enthusiastically started lapping it up. The waitress sighed contentedly. It was a fine way to end a meal. Trudi would have considered these two her favorite customers, even if they hadn't left her a 500% tip on their credit card and some of the cash they had founded in Mrs. Colms purse stuffed down her panties.

VI. Shave and a hair slut.

"I'm surprised Mrs. Colms recognized me," said Miss Titus as they left the restaurant. "I don't usually dress this...casually. I guess I still look like a school teacher though. But it's my day off, and I don't want to look like a teacher. I want to look like Jeremy's own personal whore! I think I need a make over!"

Jeremy agreed. They headed over to a beauty salon called A Whole New You. There were two stylists there, an older woman that seemed to be the proprietor, and a young Hispanic woman with long curly dark hair done up in intricate curls on top of her head. Both women were staring at Jeremy's head, trying not to make it obvious. What was with people today? The older woman approached them.

"Hello. How can I help you?"

"Well,," said the English teacher "it's my day off, so I want to look slutty for my Jeremy. I want my make up done and my nails, so that I look like a real bimbo!"

She giggled.

The older woman gave them a strange look. She didn't seem to approve of them. She looked a little confused too.

"Well...I guess I could..."

"Oh, I don't want you to do it!" said the teacher. "I want that little hottie to do it!"

She indicated the young Latina with the somewhat glazed look on her face.

"Oh Lizet! An excellent choice! I'll stay here up front and make sure you aren't disturbed."

Jeremy smiled and winked at her, and the old woman giggled like a girl. They went over to the Lizet's chair.

"Hi Lizet!" said the teacher "Can you make me look like a bimbo?"

The young hair stylist's glassy stare melted into a huge smile.

"I'd be happy to!!! Please have a seat!"

The scantily clad woman hopped into the stylist's chair and sat back with her legs spread wide, giving Lizet a clear view of her blonde bush. The Latina blushed furiously, and Miss Titus giggled wickedly and winked at her.

"You're a very beautiful woman," said the stylist. "I can see how you snagged such a hot boyfriend."

Jeremy grabbed the young woman's butt and she tittered and blushed harder.

"He seems to like you too!" said the teacher. "Do you think you could do my make-over naked? I think he'd like that!"

"Ay Dios mio!" exclaimed Lizet with an embarrassed grin. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as Jeremy slipped off her stretch pants and thong and gave her a little nip on her heart-shaped ass. She squealed delightedly. The boy slipped off her lacy black bra and her dark nipples quickly hardened in the cool air. Her blush wasn't just localized to her face. She went to remove a little gold cross on a chain around her neck, but Jeremy shook his head, indicating she should leave it there between her pert, spherical breasts. She kept her hand over her dark mound and looked down self-conciously.

"Don't be shy!" said the school teacher. You've got a pretty bush. You should be proud of it!"

Lizet bit her lower lip nervously, but she did stretch her hands up over her head and slowly turned around to give Jeremy and his teacher a good look at her, shaking her hips as she did so. It was quite an impressive site.

She tittered nervously as the boy felt her up, then she got to work on his teacher.

An hour later, Miss Titus sat in the chair with looking every inch the whore. She wore two inch long fake fingernails painted a bright, shiny red. Her lips were painted the same vivid red and she pouted them sexily. Her cheeks were liberally blushed, Her eyes were done up with heavy plum eye shadow and her lashes were curled and heavily mascaraed. Her hair was blown out wildly and sprayed to keep it's volume, and Lizet finished her masterpiece by liberally spraying her with a sensual perfume.

The naked stylist turned the teacher towards the mirror and her client squealed.

"Oh Lizet, you're a dream! I look so slutty! But I think you forgot something--You didn't do my hair!"

"But I did! See!" She held a hand mirror up to her face.

"No Lizet, not this hair..." said the teacher, taking the mirror and placing it between her spread thighs, "That hair!" She gave the stylist a good look at her blonde bush in the mirror. "I want you to shave my little pussy!"