Ben & the Enlarging

Beth woke around five in the morning, at least if the pale sunshine was any guide. It had not been the peaceful night’s rest that she had hoped for. She was woken by the unmistakable sounds of her parents having sex, the combination of bed springs squealing in protest accompanied by her Mother who was becoming increasingly vocal, or at least she thought so. They’d been really going at it too, the session lasting easily for forty five minutes instead of their customary ten and being done, with Beth guessing that her Mother had come twice instead of her usual zero times, normally followed by the distinctive buzzing of her Mother’s vibrator to bring her off.

Not last night, and it meant Beth went from being somewhat horny to masturbating along, the shorts being kicked off and the top unbuttoned to allow free access to her nipples while vigorously fingering herself. She’d gone past the point of being disgusted for getting turned on to embracing her kink and using it as fantasy fuel. She vaguely wondered in a post orgasmic haze what it might be like to watch them at it, the idea of observing anyone fucking giving her a frisson of excitement. She certainly had enjoyed watching Ben masturbate and was in no doubt that once the week had passed she would be ready and very willing to fuck him. With that thought, she lazily started to play with her body once again.

A few miles away Ben was lying in Bed, just becoming awake and aware of his daily morning erection. He tried ignoring it for a while, but it really didn’t make any difference. For his day to get started, he needed to take care of it. His thoughts turned to the previous day and the gorgeous women laying around his pool, and then quickly to Debbie and their epic time together. He went to the bathroom and ran the shower, and started to envision the women to whom he had promised the Gift. He saw the Twins with full, firm and identical breasts, he saw Beth and imagined her with a little more in the hips and beautiful round breasts. His mind drifted to Julie and Ellen, and saw them with firm C cup boobs that they were fascinated with, and played with to the other’s delight. He saw his Mother with the flat washboard stomach that she was working hard to achieve, whilst retaining her round and firm ass, though he thought her boobs would benefit from a little growing and firming up. He recalled Susan naked and bouncing on top of him and delighting in her body, and figured a cup size more would do no harm. He briefly recalled the cleavage of Mrs Walker and revelled in her nipples firming up in front of him, and after his conversation the previous day he thought of Miss MacDonald the gym teacher with the long legs and round firm ass but who was carrying very little up top, however Ben figured a little growth there would balance her out, but it was not until he thought of Debbie, and how she was already perfect, that his orgasm surged through him. It felt briefly like he imagined a light bulb turning extra bright just before it broke might do, but there was no denying the sense of power flowing through him.

The practical effect was the blasting of cum onto the tiled wall, which he washed away with the shower head. His cock almost reluctantly wilted, finally permitting him to get clean and step out to dry himself. Julie tapped the door quietly then stepped in, shrugging off her night gown before running the shower. She turned to Ben and noted his now flaccid cock with a degree of disappointment.

“Did I miss the show? You need to know that the women that you Summon the Gift for feel very aroused while you perform it.”

Ben blushed as he realised his Sister obviously knew he’d been caught thinking of her.

“What am I getting Ben? Did you even think to ask me if I even wanted anything at all?”

“I…umm…..well…” Ben stuttered for a few moment, thinking about how to explain himself.

“I want boobs. Nothing too big mind you, just a firm C or maybe a D cup, though maybe I’ll change my mind once I get them and fancy a bigger pair. So for now no more morning fucks in the shower, okay?”

Ben nodded as Julie stepped under the rushing water and looked utterly sexy in the moment. He felt his cock respond, and wisely stepped out, though on passing the door to his Mother’s room he heard buzzing and intermittent moans which would indicate he was not the only one masturbating that morning. Back in his room he closed the door, and saw his phone buzzing with message after message from Debbie, Beth, the Twins and Susan. Some with pictures, others just telling him what he already knew. They’d woken up horny and thinking of him and had taken care of it, all pledging their eagerness to fuck, and soon. It was not helping him to relax and he could feel his cock start to throb and grow once again.

His mind turned to his options. His Mother was obviously awake and Julie had already showered so what could he do? He saw another message arriving, this time from Allison.

‘Hey BC I could really use a BC. You up for it?’

What on Earth was a BC…and then he understood. He replied ‘on my way BC exactly what I need too.’

He got a reply with details of where to go when he arrived, so he pulled on his clothes and tucked away his cock, shouted his farewells to his Mother and Sister and jumped in his car, eagerly taking the road to Allison’s house. It only took ten minutes to get there, and his phoned buzzed regularly on the way over. He got directions around to the back of the house and into a small garage. It was obviously used for storing garden tools but on peeking in to the window he could see what looked like an air bed with a blanket thrown over the top. Allison tugged open the door and anxiously summoned him inside.

She pulled him into a hot tongue driven kiss, her fervour matched by her willingness to get out of the long tee shirt that appeared to be all that she was wearing. Ben took a pause to marvel at her gorgeous body, before stripping off himself and allowing his now fully erect cock to spring free.

Allison wrapped her hand around it and stroked it slowly. ‘I’ve missed this…so horny all damn weekend but I knew you were busy.”

Ben gently played with her right breast, bringing the nipple to full firmness. “I’ve missed this. Never too busy to see you Allison. You know, you look so beautiful right now…but I take it we’re here to scratch that itch before school?”

That made them both giggle, though Allison laid out flat on the blanket and guided Ben inside her.

“I swear that thing is getting bigger. Or maybe I just took a few days away from it and I got used to smaller things.” She laughed and thrust up to meet him, and very soon they were rapidly pummelling up and down, Ben pulling and twisting on her nipples just like Allison preferred, and all was going well until Ben thought he saw a face in the corner of his eye, and turned briefly but no one was there. They continued and Allison came, having spent the ten minutes while Ben was driving over masturbating to get herself good and ready. He loved the way her pussy clenched and grabbed his cock through her orgasm, but having already cum once that morning he was not finished.

They paused while Allison caught her breath. Ben felt a breeze behind him and turned to see Debbie red faced but smiling.

“Hey Dee Dee. You enjoy the show? Our boy isn’t finished but I need to go get dressed. Think you can handle it from here?”

Allison grabbed her tee shirt and waltzed out the door. Ben was briefly confused until Debbie explained.

“Allie wanted my blessing for a booty call with you, and I said fine as long as I can watch. Hey we’ve all got our kinks big boy. But I’m not sending you to school with your thing in that state.”

Ben was gently but firmly pushed onto his back while Debbie demonstrated her oral skills again, adding in some new ideas on tickling his balls while she worked hard to get him to come. In the end her efforts were not in vain as he pulsed three times in her mouth, which she capably swallowed. He laid back and allowed himself to catch his breath, but he only had a few seconds before Allison reappeared now dressed like pretty much any other day for school. Debbie carefully wiped her mouth and made sure that nothing dripped onto her cheerleader uniform.

“Breath mint babe? You really know what you’re doing, have to get you to share that with me some time. Ben you’re our ride to school so I’m gonna suggest you get dressed now.”

With a final lick of his cock Debbie was done, popping in the aforementioned breath mint, whilst Ben got dressed. He was more than a little bit confused at the developments that morning, but since it seemed that Debbie and Allison were happy, so was he. They got in the car, Debbie up front beside him with Allison behind sat forward, whispering into her ear. Ben concentrated on the road, and made sure they got there safely. They arrived at school and parked, Debbie seeing Beth and the Seniors and running over to see them with an exchange of hugs that was warm and happy.

Allison noted the way that Ben followed her every move. “Fuck she’s beautiful, as well as being really lovely. I’m not into women, but damn if she isn’t tempting me right now. If you guys are ever looking for a third wheel…”

She left the last statement hanging in the air while Ben’s head was spinning. Angela had arrived at that point and gave Allison a warm embrace and Ben a peck on the cheek.

“Hey. I know our date was public knowledge, so if anyone asks we had a good time but no immediate plans. Keeps it casual that way.”

“Are you sure? I mean I had a great time, and I certainly was hoping for at least another date? Did you not have fun…” Ben’s face was crestfallen as he came to terms with the idea that maybe Angela wasn’t into him, or that all the Circle stuff made it too complicated.

“I had a great time too, but I’d be an idiot to not see how head over heels you and Dee Dee are for each other. I don’t want this to be any more complicated than it already is, plus I generally have a principle that my boyfriend shouldn’t be having sex with other women, and right now that’s too much to ask of you. This time needs to pass and then we can see how the world is.”

Angela gave him a hug and told him to get off to class, leaving Allison and Angela standing briefly.

“He lit up like a Xmas tree when Dee Dee showed up this morning at my booty call. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people actually fall in love in front of my eyes but it might be happening. I’d normally be getting out of the way, but that boy and his cock can’t be ignored, and you know…a girl’s got needs.”

That made them both chuckle though it was obvious that Angela was perhaps less enthusiastic about the situation than Allison was.

“Hey Angie, why don’t you come on over to my place after school. I’ll make us some tea and we can chill out for a while. Or get naked, whatever floats your boat.” Angela blushed but was grateful for the affection and warmth of Allison.

“Tea sounds kind of nice honey. I think I could use a chance to talk about all of this.”

They hugged and agreed their plans, and headed into the school.

Elizabeth Walker left the staff lounge and headed to her classroom. She had her senior English class first thing, and as they got to the close of the year there was less pressure on the students, with the majority either settled on college or waiting to hear the outcome of their applications. She liked this group, who were generally hard working and attentive. They’d also proven useful inspiration for some of her erotic writing that she published on a well known site under a carefully constructed pseudonym, though in reality anyone who paid attention to her legs would know her predilection for hosiery, which often featured in her stories .

This morning she’d woken to a burning desire to fuck, but her husband was once again on the road with his job, and despite a lengthy session the night before, she’d masturbated hard with her favourite toys, came multiple times and still had the lingering desire nagging away at her. In fact she’d been that way for the last few weeks, with her lust raging so hard that she’d wondered if she needed to see her doctor. School wasn’t helping with that, as she imagined the class about to enter her room, and indulged some of her favourite fantasies.

Entering her classroom and closing the door behind her she briefly contemplated if she had time to get off before the class but decided that wasn’t going to happen. She noted a yellow envelope on her desk and her heart all but stopped. Printed on the outside was her author pseudonym! She picked it up, noting the expensive paper and lilac scent, and opened the unsealed flap.

‘Dear Mrs Walker,

We know your secret and it is safe with us. We know what you like, we know what you want. Your stories tell us all this. If you want to know more be in the supply closet of your classroom by eleven promptly.

Kindest regards

Your admirers’

Fuck! Her heart pounded in her chest as she contemplated her worlds of teaching and writing intersecting in this uncontrolled way that they were never supposed to. She was a well regarded professional woman who had a career and job that she loved. Her writing allowed her to tap into a highly sexual woman who had discovered in recent years a number of sexual kinks that she explored mainly with her husband, sometimes without but always with mutual consent. He was on the road for a four day sales trip that likely would involve him fucking his blonde, athletic and very flexible assistant Melody, whom she’d finally met at a conference in Charlotte N.C. that ended with a memorable three way and her phone number for any time Elizabeth was bored and wanted to work on her pussy eating skills. Of course Melody was a former cheerleader and still fit into her college uniform, and there were vague plans for some role playing fun over the summer.

Right now she needed to compose herself for the arrival of class and made her mind up to see who was behind all this. She decided to show a video of some key scenes of a Shakespeare production which would at least mean she wouldn’t be standing in front of the class speculating who her tormentors were. Or wondering if her blouse was gaping like it had on Friday, another casualty of her working wardrobe that had succumbed to her boobs which seemed to have grown at least a half cup size in the last couple of weeks and meant that only some of her bras could fit her. None of that helped with her seemingly perpetually perky nipples, with a cardigan her only camouflage option.

Her reverie was interrupted by the bell and the flow of humanity as the pupils went to their classes. The door opened and in shuffled her students, the seats filling quickly as a number of them greeted her with warmth, reminding Elizabeth that she’d helped this group of young adults on their journey through life, as well as imparting knowledge of her subject. The jocks appeared subdued, but in her class that was not unusual as she demanded focus and participation which was not always their strong suit, and she quickly discounted them. Besides she was certain none of them would even know where to find a lavender scented envelope. She’d noted of late an unexpected alliance between the cheerleaders and her best and brightest students, the former no longer engaged in tormenting the latter as had often been the case through the years. She was convinced the author of her note was female, but who could it be.

Before she could indulge her curiosity further the seats had filled and they were ready to start. A brief discussion to set up the video and she could make her way to the rear of the class. No clues to be had in the sea of mostly bright faces as she’d spoken to them, and as the video ran with the lights turned down, she perched on a desk and let her mind wander.

In the last couple of months the senior girls appeared to have undergone a transformation, both physically but also becoming much more mature. A number of them seemed to have sprouted larger breasts since the new year, prompting a rich vein of stories from her involving a teacher submitting to a cheerleader or student. They often involved discovery of a secret of one kind or another, and compelling her into a seemingly endless sequence of young women demanding sexual favours from her, often eating pussy in her classroom, being fucked both by students with huge cocks or huge strap-ons. Even just recalling her stories got her aroused, and now instead of the characters in her stories she was replacing them with a selection of those in the room right now, which was such a rush!

Was it Allison who’d become increasingly obvious in the way she looked at her teacher, which had fuelled more than one masturbation session? She was sure that Charlotte had been checking her out on more than one occasion, but she was also certain that none of the cheerleaders would do anything without the express approval of Bethany, who ruled the school with a fist of iron and a cool smile. Angela was perhaps her star pupil and too sweet for this, but she was a beautiful woman whom she would have willingly got to know after graduation. Preferably naked.

As for the boys, Ben was the joker in the pack. A hard working young man, who’s admiring glances revealed his ardour, but also a substantial bulge in his jeans that she was more than a little curious about. He’d be more likely to bring her flowers than a note compelling her cooperation, but just the same only that morning she’d imagined him relentlessly railing her from behind bent over her desk, pulling her hair and calling her his ‘teacher slut fuck toy’. That had got her off twice that morning and if her stiffening nipples were any guide, was all set to do so again.

Before she could take that line of thought any further the video was over and she was conducting a Q&A with the class on the themes as well as drawing out anything in the performance that was different from the readings they’d done themselves in the classroom. With other groups this would have been hard work, but this particular class had plenty of interest in the subject and some very bright students, so the session zipped by until the bell. The class emptied out, and Elizabeth went to her supply cupboard to straighten up before the junior students arrived. She kept a small mirror in the cupboard just for this reason, and fussed with her hair. She was thankful for her cardigan as otherwise her nipples would have unmistakably been on show for her tormentors that she was certain were in that room.

Returning to her desk she found another matching envelope, minus anything on the outside. Inside the simple note repeated her instructions and promised that all would be revealed. Before she had anytime to contemplate further, her next class arrived and she was busy doing the job that she loved.

Honestly, she could barely believe she was doing this, but a few minutes before the hour she slipped into the supply closet, turned out the light and left the door cracked open to allow her to see into the room. She took a moment to slide a hand inside her bra and gently adjust her nipples, which had been like pebbles all morning. She stifled a moan as her fingers brushed against them, before checking her phone for the tenth time as the clock seemed to stall at 10:59. She heard the classroom door open at 11:00 precisely but couldn’t see it from her vantage point, however her instruction had been clear to be in the closet. She briefly pondered if there was a metaphor at work here, but held her breath as the door closed. There were muffled voices, followed by the unmistakable sounds of kissing accompanied by the occasional moan of pleasure. She tried leaning to see if she could observe what was going on but it seemed to be frustratingly just out of sight. Her stretching in the dark knocked over a box of paper clips noisily to the floor. Any pretence of being there in secret evaporated in that moment.

“Mrs Walker, we think it’s time that you came out of the closet. Don’t be shy.”

Charlotte. Unexpected, but as she had gone this far it made no sense to do anything other than continue. She pushed open the door and found a collection of her female senior students gathered, though her eyes and ears were focussed on Allison laid out on her desk, skirt discarded to allow Dionne to eagerly lap away at her pussy, causing the noises of pleasure she’d heard earlier. She was simultaneously horrified and wonderfully aroused at the moment, convinced it was the end of her teaching career but it would provide inspiration for writing and masturbation for months to come.

She stepped closer to the couple in a daze, fascinated as she watched the busty woman orgasm at the tongue and fingers of the girl with the beautiful chocolate coloured skin, who turned her head and smiled.

“Was that as good as you’d imagined?” Dionne was obviously teasing her, but seemed genuinely interested at the same time.

“Better, so much better.” Elizabeth’s response brought a giggle from the room around her. Allison summoned her closer with a curved finger. Taking her hand she placed it on her quite magnificent exposed breast. The nipple pressed firmly into her palm, and she couldn’t resist a gentle squeeze then took the nipple between thumb and forefinger and rubbed it, causing a moan of obvious pleasure.

Beth who had been silent to this point watched and enjoyed the moment, acknowledging she was aroused from firstly watching Dionne go down on Allison, something she’d offered to do for Beth more than once, but watching her teacher play with Allison’s tits was on an entirely different scale of sexual stimulation.

“We’ve known about your writing for a few weeks now Elizabeth. You really need to take greater care of your passwords, especially if you hand a device over for repair. Charlotte’s quite the little hacker but it took her all of two minutes to uncover the erotic literature site, your username and password when you gave it to her Daddy to fix it.”

The little redhead smiled but shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘what did you expect?’

“Don’t worry she’s going to show you how to protect that much more comprehensively so that you don’t get discovered by a…less supportive group. But that’s not important right now, what is important is that we want to give you the opportunity to submit to your sexual desires which, if your five most recent stories are any guide, include being our slut for our exclusive pleasure. You’ll eat pussy, get fucked with strap ons by everyone here, you’ll take it in the ass like the bitch you are. Oh and you’ll be fucked by the best cock in at least a twenty five mile radius. You will no longer wear panties, the hold up stockings are required every day, skirts can be no longer than above the knee. To the world you will look the same, but we will know that you’re our slut. And so will you.”

Elizabeth’s pussy was dripping at this point, her nipples stiff and begging attention. But mostly the shame of giving in to this was a massive turn on. She took a deep breath, her hand still placed upon Allison’s breast, before speaking.

“It would be wrong to deny that I’ve been dealing with these fantasies for some time now. If you’ve read my stories in detail you will recognise elements of yourselves in the characters, just like I imagine myself as the protagonist. My rational brain is telling me to run away as fast as I can, but my body is betraying what I’m feeling.”

Beth stepped forward and took her teachers hands in hers.

“Elizabeth, every one of us owes you something towards what we’ve learned in this school. We love you and would never do anything to hurt or shame you. You can say no and nothing further will be said or done. But you will know that you will never get an opportunity like this ever again to live out some of your fantasies. Say yes, and the remaining weeks of our senior year will be memorable for us all.”

Beth squeezed her hands, then released them. Elizabeth’s head was spinning, what should she do?

“I need a little time to consider. Can I have tonight?”

Beth nodded.

“We will make it simple. At eight o’clock you will have a gift arrive at your house. Your daughters are at college, and we understand your husband won’t be home for a few days. Those trips with Melody must keep him…busy. Accept the gift and it begins, reject the gift and this ends.”

Elizabeth nodded, acknowledging the choice. Were it not for her panties her pussy would have been dripping down her thighs, her state of arousal was so pronounced. Yet she did not feel threatened — compelled yes, but not threatened. She watched Allison get dressed and casually get up from her desk, leaving behind a smear of her fluids as absolute proof that this really happened. It took most of her self control to not lick it clean in front of her audience of young women, for indeed that was what they were. The room emptied almost as quickly as it had filled, Elizabeth noting that the time was only eight minutes past the hour, until only Bethany remained.

“I want you to choose with eyes open Elizabeth. If you reject it, then it will be as if it never happened. No one will ever mention today ever again, though you really should let Charlotte improve your cyber security. If you accept it, then I will own your pussy, your ass, your whore mouth. I’ll decide what goes where, who gets to fuck you, when I will allow you to come. In private you will refer to me as ‘Mistress Beth’ and obey my commands without question, day or night. I promise as your Mistress to look after you and keep you safe, but your obedience needs to be absolute.”

Elizabeth practically shuddered with anticipation at her set of instructions. She was all but ready to submit there and then, but obeyed her instructions to wait for the gift, whatever that might be. She acknowledged her understanding and waited.

“Now regardless of your decision later, I can smell your arousal right now. Go clean up, get yourself off and remove your panties and place them in this bag.” Beth handed her a ziplock bag, which she took in her hand. “You’ll get instructions on what to do with that later.”

With that Beth left the room and headed back to the library where she was supposed to be. Elizabeth gathered herself, picked up her handbag and rapidly headed for the staff rest room, which thankfully was a single unit. She stripped off, keeping only her stockings on, then masturbated furiously through two orgasms. Exhausted and briefly satisfied, she washed and dressed, spraying perfume and body spray in an attempt to mask the smell of sex in the tiny room. Looking in the mirror her cheeks were just a little bit flushed, but otherwise she was once again respectable Mrs Walker, not Elizabeth the submissive whore she had been reduced to fifteen minutes before. And had loved every moment of it.

In the library Beth was tucked away in a discreet corner, shaking as the adrenaline in her system eventually diminished. The whole performance in that classroom had taken every ounce of her being to pull off. She would never refer to a woman she admired and respected using the words she had just uttered, yet this was her task. Angela sat down opposite her and took her hand.

“It’s accomplished?” Beth nodded, at this point barely containing tears of anger.

“Yes! Why did you make me do that Angela? That woman has done nothing but give us her very best all through high school, and this is how we repay her? And those words…I mean, I could see she was turned on by them, but they’re horrible…”

Angela took one of her hands and kissed it. “I know how difficult this was for you, but no one else could have convincingly pulled this off. Do you think she would have believed me as her Mistress? Of course not! Only you Beth, and you’ve done the Circle a great service today. We need the Whore to complete the final stage of the Enlarging, which means it cannot be one of the Maidens. Who would you have become that? Your Mother?”

Beth slowly shook her head, though the anger in her system was barely suppressed. She knew Angela was right, but she still felt intense shame at what she had just done.

“Remember, this is her choice. She wants to perform this role for her own gratification, and it’s an opportunity she would never have if it were not presented to her.”

Beth looked up. “What if she says no?”

“Then we will have to look elsewhere, but we need the Essence of the Whore to complete the final ritual of the Enlarging. Who is delivering the gift?”

Beth nodded to a nearby desk. “Dee Dee and Ben. They have very clear instructions on what to do if she says yes or no. Dee Dee knows it’s for the Circle but not why, Ben thinks he’s going to put on a show as part of his seduction of Elizabeth. They all believe it’s part of her sexual liberation, and that makes for a useful cover story.”

Angela nodded. For all that Beth’s character had undergone significant change since her induction, she hadn’t forgotten how to be manipulative and controlling when she needed to, and she had constructed this whole piece of espionage herself.

“He knows he’s not allowed to fuck her until she has his Gift? Our whore must have the body to produce what we need.” Beth nodded. “Dee Dee knows to make sure he doesn’t go off script for tonight. In ten days time he can fuck her as often as he wants.” Beth’s last comment had a definite bitter undertone.

“You and I both know that right now he could fuck every woman in the senior class in one night and still be ready for more. He needs more of an outlet than Dee Dee and Allison, as great as they both are.” Angela gently squeezed her hand, assuring Beth that this was going to be alright.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think there are at least one or two more women getting the benefit of his talent. In two weeks time he’ll have added a teacher and identical twins to his list of lovers. Sounds like the plot to a really bad porno!” Beth giggled which set off Angela.

“I heard about the drama at the diner on Friday. How are you doing?” Angela was showing genuine concern, whilst also making sure that Beth was up to her role as the Mistress.

Beth smiled. “Honestly it’s been liberating. He was a jerk, like you didn’t know that or tell me on lord knows how many occasions. I was dealing with an internal drama on keeping a date for prom, though somehow that seems utterly insignificant now. Plus I think I’ve tapped into a side of me I didn’t know was there. I kinda think I’m into girls too Angela.” She paused to let that sink in, though all Angela did was squeeze her hand again and smile.

“I mean it’s three days, and all I’ve done is get off a few times thinking of girls. Oh and I shared a shower with Dee Dee at Ben’s place, and that was fun too. Pretty sure I’m gonna enjoy Ben fucking me too, so does that make me bisexual? I’m going to need a little more time to figure it all out.”

“Sure as hell would shock the whole school if you showed up to Prom with a girl as your date, but I’m not convinced that would be a bad thing.” That made them both laugh again. “If you need company or just someone to talk to, I’m always here Beth. You’re not the first woman to struggle with figuring out who you are, so why not talk to someone who’s already been through it.”

Beth suddenly realised that Angela was talking about herself, and given how little they knew each other before the Circle that was unsurprising. Maybe one date with Ben was enough because that wasn’t who she wanted to be with…complex stuff. But given that it was only a few days since she’d masturbated in front of Ben AND Julie, complicated was where she lived right now.

With promises to update her on the progress that evening, Angela gave her an unexpected peck on the cheek and left her sitting alone, though only for a few moments before she was joined by the Twins and Ben. Swiftly gathering herself, she let them sit down. It was Ben who spoke in front of a beaming pair of twins.

“I’m going to help their sister. Thought long and hard about it, talked to Julie, to Dee Dee and my Momma. It seems wasteful to have such a talent and not use it to help someone who really needs it.”

Beth smiled, thinking at least one good and wholesome thing would come out of this whole mess. She checked to see if he was sure, which he certainly seemed to be, and with the Twins promising they’d never be able to adequately thank him (though she was sure they’d give it a very good try), the bell rang for lunch.

The rest of Elizabeth’s day passed in a daze, though thankfully her schedule wasn’t too taxing. She barely remembered driving home, and was on auto pilot as she entered her house, dropped her bag and sat on the couch. What was she going to do? The sane, rational part of her brain was screaming at her to say no. Too many chances to be discovered by someone from her teaching life which could have disastrous consequences.

But the pleasure seeking submissive side wanted, no needed to do it. The idea of giving up control to Mistress Beth was arousing in so many ways that she could barely contemplate, though she had explored the idea of a school based teen domme in so many of her stories she could barely count them. Clearly she had a deep seated psychological desire to explore, but the fear of discovery was real.

She glanced at her phone and realised she’d spent almost an hour in a state of indecision. She gave herself a shake, made dinner and ate in silence. Clearing it all away, she tidied up and took a long hot shower. Almost absentmindedly she shaved her legs, her under arms and on a whim, her pussy too. After the shower she carefully moisturised her skin, all the while being painfully aware how aroused she was, her nipples not relenting from their state of stiffness at all, in fact even towelling her breasts had caused her to moan in anticipation. She dressed, picking out a nice set of lingerie but recalling her instructions carefully putting away the lacy thong. Otherwise she wore her thigh highs, a shorter than usual skirt and a white blouse that was possibly now a size too small, but with a couple of buttons popped it showed off her cleavage very nicely. She’d no idea who would be bringing the gift, but it wouldn’t do any harm to be ready for whatever, or whoever was coming.

Ben sat outside the address with Debbie that she’d given him, curious who they were here to see and what was in the box that she’d put in the back seat.

“You understand Ben that I might ask you to do stuff here that may seem a bit odd, but remember I’m the Initiate and have to prove myself worthy to the Circle.”

Ben nodded, excited to spend any time with Debbie and optimistic that there was a decent chance they’d be having sex at some point in the evening. “Of course, and I will do whatever you need. Who’s house is this?”

“You’ll see very shortly. It’s time, bring the box please.”

Ben duly retrieved the purple box and followed Debbie up the driveway. She was wearing a cute summer dress which finished above the knee and showed off an indecent amount of cleavage which she had masked with a cardigan, though that had been left in the car. She pressed the doorbell and Ben nearly fell over when he saw Mrs Walker answer and immediately usher them inside without even asking why they were there. She invited them to sit on the couch, and Ben placed the box on the coffee table. Debbie had been very specific that he was not to say anything once they were inside, but he couldn’t take his eyes off their host. She was as ever wearing stockings of some kind but as she sat the skirt rode up half way on her thigh, showing more leg than Ben had ever hoped to see from this woman. Her tits were practically bursting out of the blouse she was wearing, her hard nipples all but begging to be sucked. Ben was getting hard and in a hurry. His horny fugue was broken by Debbie.

“Elizabeth, we bring you the gift. Open the box and read the letter from your Mistress. We will wait for your answer, so take your time. You may not ask any questions, only provide me with a single word response.”

The older woman opened the lid of the box so that neither Ben nor Debbie could view its contents. She took out a yellow envelope and carefully opened it. Although it seemed to be much longer, only a minute passed, but Debbie squeezed Ben’s hand while they waited. Elizabeth carefully put down the letter, straightened her skirt and almost whispered her response.

“Havana.”

Debbie smiled. “Your Mistress will be most pleased. You understand what is to happen now?”

She nodded, closing the box and standing up.

“Please follow me.”

Debbie stood also as did Ben, his cock unsubtly tenting his trousers and earning a lustful glance from his teacher. They walked upstairs to what he presumed was the master bedroom, though Ben enjoyed the view from behind of both women. Inside the room Debbie carefully placed a mobile phone on the dresser facing the bed, pressed a button or two and left it.

“Your Mistress is watching. You will keep this phone with you day and night and will obey her commands without question.”

Elizabeth nodded, her cheeks now flushed though whether with shame, excitement or desire she honestly wasn’t sure, though possibly a combination of all three.

“You will carry on your day to day life exactly as normal until called upon. When called, you are her Whore to use as she sees fit. If you perform well and show obedience, you may even be permitted to service the Mistress herself. Now strip and assume the position.”

Ben’s eyes all but popped out of his head as his teacher casually started to undress like it was the most natural thing in the world. The blouse and bra were swiftly discarded and her aching nipples were exposed. The skirt was unzipped and fell to the floor, leaving only the hold up stockings and a glistening pussy.

“Holy fuck…”

Debbie gently shushed Ben, though she was not oblivious to the sexually charged atmosphere in the room. Elizabeth kneeled, head slightly turned downwards and waited. Debbie smiled.

“You and I are going to fuck now Ben, and the Whore is going to watch, and clean us afterwards. If she obeys her orders then she will be rewarded. If she does not, she will be punished.”

Debbie turned her back to Ben and asked him to unzip her, which he did and the dress floated to the ground. Debbie was naked underneath, and although Ben was thoroughly confused by events, his cock was not and was throbbing in his pants, which Debbie was busily removing as he whipped off his polo shirt. He stood there with an unmistakable bulge in his boxers, which Debbie deliberately slid off, unleashing his erection.

“Oh my..”

Elizabeth’s eyes could not help but stare at the biggest cock she had ever seen in the flesh. It was long, thick, straight and was visibly throbbing in anticipation. Her pussy was practically gushing in response, yet she knew she would not be permitted to be fucked by it, not today.

“It’s really quite something, isn’t it? As good as it looks, it’s not even a fraction of how good it feels inside you pounding away. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Whore?”

Right in that moment Elizabeth would have given anything to feel that cock inside her, and eagerly nodded her desire.

“Yes Miss Debbie, oh please. I promise to be a good Whore, I’ll do anything you or the Mistress asks.”

Elizabeth could barely believe the words coming from her mouth, her shame burning deep as the young blonde laughed and knelt in front of the amazing cock and started to suck him, managing to almost take him to the hilt. The sounds of utter pleasure coming from him served only to make her desire throb harder, and it took all of her self control to not grab her biggest dildo and fuck herself to a much needed orgasm. Instead she retained the position on her knees and watched as the young couple bounced onto the bed and fucked. Oh how they fucked, hard, fast and with a heat that burned.

She watched as the gorgeous blonde orgasmed loudly as he took a nipple in his teeth while continuing to pummel away. Elizabeth had always enjoyed watching, something she’d discovered in college as her roommate had a habit of leaving her door open while she entertained her lovers, both male and female, and angling the full length mirror so she could see everything that was going on. Annie and her had of course eventually fucked, it being the cliched college experimentation that introduced her to the joys of eating pussy. It didn’t account for the seven or eight women she’d subsequently slept with after a particularly messy boyfriend break up, all of whom were sure of one thing. Elizabeth was a great fuck.

Not being able to touch herself or indeed either of them was sheer torture, especially when Debbie came for a second time, this time in doggy position whilst thoroughly appreciating the bounce and sway of those magnificent tits. She collapsed forward, Ben still hard but his cock now glistening with her juices. She rolled onto her back, gasping for breath. “On my tits baby.”

He stroked himself rapidly while moving beside her. He didn’t so much cum as erupt over her chest, pulsing again and again great white globs of cum onto the perfect, sweating body that practically glowed with pleasure.

Debbie casually dragged a finger through the mess on her body and raised it.

“Come here Whore!”

Elizabeth quickly moved to the side of the bed and sucked clean the proffered finger, moaning and almost orgasming at the same moment.

“Clean this up, then you may lick him clean also but you are not permitted to put the cock in your mouth. Understood?”

She eagerly nodded then proceeded to lick the huge mess on her tits and nipples clean, each glob savoured as it glided down her throat. She had long enjoyed the taste of cum, but this seemed particularly sweet and tangy, and she longed for the opportunity to swallow him and take his cum directly down her throat. Satisfying herself that nothing remained on the porcelain skin of Debbie, she turned to be met by Ben’s cock at eye level.

The sight of his girlfriend being licked of his cum by his teacher was an outrageous turn on, and so he had already started to harden once again. She followed her instructions though, only licking him which didn’t stop her from imagining him fucking her face with that huge rod. Ben having become hard once again was unsure what he was allowed to do, as Debbie was undoubtedly in charge.

“Sorry sweetie, she’s not to be touched today. Give me half an hour and I’ll take care of you…or someone will. Right Whore, you’ve been obedient today so I’m permitted by the Mistress to reward you. You are allowed to cum once, and once only. You may use your fingers but must do it now in front of me, or not at all.”

Elizabeth turned to the phone. “Thank you Mistress, thank you Miss Debbie, thank you Master Ben.”

Debbie gestured to the bed, and she eagerly got up off the floor and lay down on the bed, legs splayed as she started to masturbate quickly, teasing her nipples with one hand while the other assaulted her pussy. She must have been like a tightly wound alarm clock, as the orgasm arrived in less than two minutes, and was noisy and wet. Ben and Debbie watched, fascinated and aroused as their teacher turned into a wildly sexual creature in front of them, desperate for the release that orgasm provided.

Ben remained fully erect through this, and if there had been the slightest suggestion that they were allowed, he had no doubt he’d have been fucking Mrs Walker any way he wanted to if the look in her eyes was any guide, though these days the people who saw him naked were very willing to fuck. Debbie sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Elizabeth’s hair and assuring her that she’d been a good Whore, whilst the orgasm rippled through her body.

She eventually sat up. “You must want to clean up. Please use my shower if you wish or anything you need.” Debbie thanked her and they both showered though separately and were dressed to leave around fifteen minutes later. Debbie reminded her to fully read her instructions and to keep the phone on, which Elizabeth assured them she would do. Before they left she handed Debbie a ziplock bag with her panties from today for delivery to the Mistress. She wished them farewell and closed the door behind them.

She shed the silk robe she’d worn to the door, and returned to the purple box. Inside was a charger for her Whore phone, a packet of zip lock bags and a bag of plain black panties, as well as a detailed set of instructions. She took a moment to re-read them.

‘Elizabeth,

These instructions will be in force if you choose to accept the gift, and should be followed to the letter. I know that total submission will grant you great pleasure, so irrespective of how much we all admire you, they will be applied to an exacting standard. The rules are as follows:

 

1. You are never to do anything that has the potential to harm you professionally or personally. If you are being asked to do anything that concerns you in these matters, use the safe word “Cubist”. The task can be discussed and amended if appropriate.
2. You are my Whore. I own your body , it’s pleasure and it’s punishment if you fail to obey me or my instructions. Pleasure may only be received when I approve it.
3. My instructions are to be followed to the letter, without hesitation and without question unless Rule #1 applies.
4. Instructions will always be delivered by your new phone, or by letter. Anyone claiming to have verbal instructions from me is not to be obeyed.
5. As part of your daily tasks you will masturbate on camera for me at five o’clock each morning. You will wear a pair of the supplied panties and ensure they are soaked in your fluids. Immediately remove them and seal them in one of the zip lock bags. Have them with you at all times to be handed over, but only by instruction.
6. None of the details of any of this may be used in your writing. Failure to adhere to this will have consequences.
7. This can cease at any time. If either of us wishes this to end they will use the word “Kingston”. If you receive this then the phone and SIM must be immediately destroyed, and any other items provided disposed of as soon as possible.

 

So it begins. I know that submitting total control to a much younger woman is a recurring fantasy in your writing, and now you get to try it for real. Any questions beyond these instructions can be submitted using texts on the secure app on the phone. It is set to silent mode and will only vibrate so keep it close, as you can expect instructions at any time.

With love,

Mistress Beth’

Elizabeth’s hands were shaking as read the instructions over and over. If she panicked she could get out at any time, but right in that moment she did not want to. Watching those teenagers fuck had been a massive turn on in a way that she had suspected, but did not know for sure until she had experienced it in the flesh. The girl was perfect, sweet, sexy with an amazing body. The boy was patient but his cock was a thing of glory. Whatever happened she was determined to see it through until she had fucked him. A lot…that thought made her chuckle, but also had her aroused once again but unable to do anything about it until the morning. Not giving in to her desires for another eight hours was going to be torture, but as her Mistress’s Whore it was what she should expect.

Back in the car Ben drove aimlessly away from their rendezvous, not sure what to do. Debbie was busy messaging on her phone, presumably with Beth, and was distracted for a few minutes.

“Okay sunshine, we now have to go somewhere plausible and be seen to provide cover for our time tonight. Plus I need to put some underwear on before I go back home, or Momma will know I’ve been a naughty girl.”

That made them both laugh, though to be fair it hadn’t occurred to Ben that coming from a large catholic family, Debbie might be trying to avoid unwelcome questions at home. Like where was her bra for instance.

“I’m going to pull over beside the woods up ahead. Get dressed while we have no spectators and we could go to the coffee shop for a hot beverage and then home. Anyone asks, we went for a walk down by the lake. It’s secluded so no reason to be spotted, plus the jocks will just think I’ve been trying to get into your panties and not question it further.”

“Good call BC. Right stop here…now where did I put that thing…”

Debbie rummaged around in a large bag and produced a beautiful purple lacy bra and panty set. She wriggled the panties on and pulled them up, then dropped her dress to her waist and put on the bra, which was tricky in the confined space of the front seat.

“Do you need a hand…?” He was genuinely trying to be helpful, but drew a shake of the head from Debbie.

“I’ve been managing fine since I was thirteen Ben, plus I think your specialty is getting me out of my underwear, not putting it on.” She finished and topped the outfit with the cardigan and was now almost demure. They drove on to the coffee shop, ordered some drinks and sat in a corner table.

“You know, we could try actually dating. Every time I’m with you Ben it’s all been about the sex, and the sex is you know, amazing. I just thought we might enjoy some time together with our clothes on.”

Ben blushed. Debbie was one hundred per cent correct, as usual. “Prior to last week it had never occurred to me that us dating was even a remote possibility. I found the cheerleaders to be…inaccessible might be the word. I’ve always thought you were pretty, beautiful even, and when you smile the room lights up. I just never figured that you could be interested in someone like me.”

Debbie took a long sip of her cappuccino. “You know you’re probably right. Cheerleaders and the jocks date, it’s a high school thing. But I never forgot that you refused to call me by that name. In fact I heard from a friend of a friend that you gave your buddies grief for using it once. After that I never heard them use it, a tiny victory in a time when I really needed something. So if you ever got over your shyness and asked me on a date, I just might have said yes.”

She took his hand. “I know we’ve got this intense physical attraction going on right now, but how about we get to know each other a little.” With that they chatted, giggled, laughed and gasped their way through the next hour, and grew even fonder of each other. TV shows they both liked, a common interest in soccer and athletics, as well as the things that they enjoyed separately had the pair of them feeling a lot fonder of each other by the time they headed home.

They were parked at Debbie’s house.

“Let’s get a couple of actual dates under our belts before I introduce you to the family. It’s…a lot to take in. That’s assuming that you want more dates…”

Ben smiled and blushed all at once. “Oh Dee Dee, you really have no idea how wonderful you are. I want there to be a hundred more dates, or a thousand, but I’m very conscious that we’re living in the centre of weirdsville right now, population me. What right have I to expect anyone to want to spend any time with me, especially knowing all that is going on?”

Debbie pulled him in for a warm lengthy hug, where he appreciated her magnificent body all over again. “That’s what makes me special. I know there will be other women and lots of sex until this is all over. I’m not jealous, so long as I get my fair share now.” That had them both giggle. “Two or three times a day ought to do to get me started…”

Ben kissed her with a passion he barely understood. “Take it easy cowboy, Momma is almost certainly watching. Let’s see what tomorrow brings, and hey, feel free to set up an actual date…you know if that’s something you might want to do?”

She kissed him on the cheek, straightened her dress and walked up the driveway, turning to blow him a kiss. She was met unsurprisingly by her Mother at the door, and was immediately interrogated.

“Oh Momma that’s Ben Crawford, you remember we prayed for him last year when he got leukaemia. Looks like our prayers were answered.”

Ben felt like he was floating on air as he drove away. He pulled up at some traffic lights on the way home just as his phone dinged with a message from Debbie.

‘Had a wonderful time. I asked Beth to organise a little treat for you for being so good earlier at Mrs W. Love u Dee Dee’

Ben quickly scrambled a reply before the lights changed, earnestly saying how he had a great time and would be in touch with details for a date tomorrow. He had no clue what she meant by the latter part of the message, but spotted an unfamiliar car in the drive when he came home. He announced his arrival when he stepped through the door and found his Mother and Sister drinking tea with Charlotte.

“Eh…hi.” He could barely even manage those words, but figured some communication was in order.

His Mother filled in the gaps. “Charlotte has popped over to help with the wifi problem in your room.”

He was befuddled for a moment but quickly figured out she was not going to announce that Charlotte was there to fuck him.

“Oh yeah that wifi problem…I hear that you’re a real technical wiz Charlotte. Can you help?”

The petite redhead was grinning at him, “Yeah I can help, why don’t you show me the problem?”

With that they headed upstairs to his room, quietly shutting the door.

“Beth sends her regards and says that you should be rewarded for playing your role to perfection at Mrs W’s tonight. I’m your reward.” She grinned and started to strip from her tee shirt and shorts, and untied her pony tail, letting her long red locks drape almost to her waist. Her snatch had a matching carefully trimmed landing strip of fiery red, and she started to stretch, lifting one leg almost vertically while balancing on the other.

“I’m verrry flexible Ben. Gymnastics means I can do things that almost no other woman can do for you.” Ben got in the spirit and shed his jeans and shirt, swiftly slipping out of his boxers and letting his cock rapidly rise.

“Holy fuck that thing is big! I thought Beth was kidding me on, but that’s almost as big as my forearm! I do love a challenge big boy. Let’s have you lie down and let me ease my way onto that. Just hold it straight up.”

Charlotte took a moment to spot herself, licked her lips, did the gymnasts salute with both arms raised into the air, then did a handspring forward, landing in almost a perfect splits over his stomach, halting an inch above it.

“That’s a 9.5 for artistic merit.” Charlotte grinned and aimed herself at his cock, lifting her body off the bed using her arms, and lowering herself onto his throbbing member. She uttered a stream of expletives as she inched her way down, leaving a couple of inches at the bottom still showing.

“I guess I’ll need to work extra hard to please the judge. Perhaps if I show him some new positions that might help…”

The pair giggled, but Charlotte started by raising and lowering herself using only her arms. That left Ben’s hands free to play with her nipples, which were very stiff atop her small and perky boobs. She held the pose for a few seconds before dropping onto him.

“Oh you fucker, I lose all control when my nipples get played with. Okay now I’m the judge, and you’d better fuck me like you really need a top score boy! ”

Ben smiled and nodded and did just that. For the next hour the pair fucked in every position he knew plus a couple that he was sure you needed to be double jointed for. Charlotte came hard and often, but only needed a few seconds before exhorting him to keep going or to switch positions. Ben filled her once, then sprayed her petite torso with copious amounts of cum. Eventually they collapsed, sweating and panting side by side.

Ben realised it was pushing midnight and wondered if she’d forgotten the time like he had.

“In case you’re wondering, I’m supposed to be having a sleepover at Beth’s, so I’ll need to leave early in the morning to be there. But I need a shower right now if that’s okay, plus I promised Julie I’d uh…look in on her.”

Ben nodded, gave her a kiss and a pat on her tight buttocks as she walked away.she paused and turned her head.

“Y’all know I’m only ten minutes away. I know how difficult a time you’re going through Ben. I gave Julie my number, make sure you add it to your phone too. Day or night, I can be here to help out.”

She picked up her tiny pile of clothes, hollered on Julie and Ben heard the shower running shortly thereafter. He waited until it was finished and went to use it himself, and saw a naked Charlotte and Julie walk calmly into her room, where it looked as if she was spending the night. It was essentially confirmed when he was lying in bed and listened to squeaking bedsprings and moans that he recognised as his Sister’s, which only served to get him hard again, though for once all he did was smile and roll over to fall asleep.

Ben was enjoying a particularly vivid dream where he was fucking Charlotte on various pieces of apparatus and the pair were being marked with raised numbers. She was wonderfully athletic and energetic, with Ben only just managing to keep up. She was bouncing on top of him on the trampoline when he realised it was no longer a dream and she had returned to his bed to mount him instead. He opened his eyes to see her fucking him with all her might, which he reckoned they been doing for maybe ten minutes already. A firm twist of both nipples was all that was needed to trigger a body shaking orgasm and set him off inside her. She collapsed, panting and laying her head on his chest.

“I was told to watch out for morning wood and boy was your Sister right!” She kissed him then lay back down. She took a deep sigh and raised her head to look into his eyes.

“I know this is all about the Enlarging and looking after you, but you know a girl could get used to being fucked this good. Sorry, this well, Mrs W would have a fit if she heard me talk improperly like that.”

“I suspect she’s got other things on her mind at the moment, but I’m sure you’re correct. You’ve always been one of her favourites.” They kissed and smiled.

“I could lie like this for hours, but I am supposed to be waking up at Beth’s, so I ought to be making a move, I said I’d be there for six…she’s ten minutes drive away, it’s only five thirty…you up for another round?”

Ben’s rising cock provided the answer, with Charlotte facing away from him on all fours, telling him to pull her hair and spank her ass for being a naughty girl. “Oh and Ben, call me Charlie especially when you’re fucking me. Charlotte’s a little too formal in the moment, plus I think we’ve been properly introduced now.”

He spanked her firmly, which had her demanding more like it. Her ass cheeks were a fiery red almost matching her hair before Ben ploughed in behind and fucked her hard and fast, reminding her that she was his bitch and she ought to behave like it. Charlotte almost came with his cock buried deep inside her and loving that she WAS his bitch, but another five minutes of vigorous thrusting had Ben ready to cum, at which she spun around and demanded it all over her face. Ben exploded at the instruction and liberally covered the redhead as pulse after pulse landed. She cleared away her eyelids, batting them open.

“Ooh Ben, you’ve marked me as your bitch alright. I’m all yours baby…”. She blew him a kiss the jumped off the bed and pulled on last night’s clothes.

“Emm Charlie, I’m not sure how to say this…don’t you want to wash up before you go?”

“No baby. I’m doing a cum walk just for you, though technically it’s a cum drive. I’d like Beth to be the teeniest bit jealous of me this morning. Besides, it’s supposed to be great for the skin.”