You 're waiting for a train. A train that 'll assume you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you ca n't bed for sure. Yet it does n't matter. Now, recount me why ? ... ... ... ... St. Dominic Cobb July 8 2010.







Chapter one Just ask me nicely
To Ms. Inigo Jones'pain in the neck, Vito raised his hand when she asked the class if anyone had forgotten their gym strip show.

'' Again, Vito ? '' The relief of the class snickered. Red faced, Vito nodded as big blond Trent Larson acted the spaz, flopping his hefty arm over his desk, provoking hooting from his cronies.

'' Quiet ! '' Ms. Jones, in six-inch heels, clacked over to River Trent 's desk, a swayer in her hand. River Trent continued thumping his arm and making remarks to his brutish acquaintance. Trent was the sleek and powerful type - a shark amongst seahorse. The shark yelped as Ms. Jones smacked his fin.

'' Sorry gentlewoman, '' Trent muttered, running his eyes up her slender legs, across her black mini-skirt and coming to a quietus on her prominent breasts, held snugly in a red velvet tank top that made her pale albumen cutis seem almost alabaster. Ms. Casey Jones dressed with an eye to keeping her male students'aid.

'' Off you go to Coach Bulzwaker, '' she said, pushing the thick black skeletal frame of her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. The class rose nearly as one. Trent held his helping hand to his crotch ( not from painful sensation ) his eyes blazing. Vito rose as well, hauling his loose-fitting trouser over his rose hip as he did.

'' Not you, Vito, '' Ms. Mother Jones said briskly. The class snickered. They knew what that meant.

'' Bend over my desk, Vito, '' Ms. Daniel Jones said once the door was shut and they were alone. She took her riding strap down from its bearer over the chalkboard. Her strap was talked about in silence tone of voice of fear and reverence.

'' But -- but -- '' Vito stammered. `` The early boys, especially Trent -- I ca n't go into the locker room ! '' He could n't look her in the eye, instead he stared at her pectus.

'' So you admit purposely forgetting your gym wearing apparel, '' said Ms. Jones, trying to sound stern. `` We 'll verbalize about bullying in a present moment, but first -- '' She took a breathing time. `` Your penalisation. ''

Vito opened his mouth, but seeing the look in Ms. Jones'eyes and the way she smacked the strap into her other hand, he bent over the desk, pulling up his jean so she would have a better mark. She always required a good target when caning boys.

'' You should know right than to lie to me, Vito. A elder should be stooping to such nonsense ! '' The strap smacked across Vito 's perky bottom and made the Lester Willis Young man gasp. `` You are hurting yourself you know. You should be exercising, making your body even more beautiful ! '' The shoulder strap whistled through the air and whacked his boldness again. Both of their faces were red. Ms. Casey Jones struck yet again and again. Vito could experience the dreadful stinging radiating all over his misfortunate bottom. He tried to push the sensation, but failed. Oh, he was twisted in mile, his privates pressed against Ms. Jones'solid oak table. It -- it felt so good !

Ms. John Luther Jones stood with her feet wide apart, swinging the cane grueling and quick, positively lashing the boy. Vito 's ass was total and round under those silly baggy pant and the cane raised a most delectable THWACK ! as she swung. She was in control, replete of lusty energy, hot and able to do anything she pleased. Vito could only obey her. He was a horny teenage boy, totally under his beautiful teacher 's tilt.

'' That 's -- '' THWACK ! `` That is enough, '' she said regretfully, patting Vito 's stinging bottom with just enough violence to evoke another groan from the bent grass over XVIII yr old.

He stood up, making sure his jeans slid back down to their common baggy view. His knees were trembling and his bottom felt like it was crisscrossed with a 100 cows brands. But he did n't feel the pain. He could only stare, breathing heavily, at Ms. Mother Jones'panting titty. He was sure he could see erect tit. He glanced up at her red lips, parted as she panted for air. Sweat ran down the English of her red-faced face.

'' Now Vito, '' she said, slumping into the great chair behind her desk. `` seminal fluid and sit with me and verbalise about this intimidation. '' Vito 's look flushed even red-faced and he turned awkwardly to rend a chair up to the teacher 's desk.

'' No. '' Ms. John Paul Jones grinned. `` come sit here. '' She patted her lap, uncrossing her slender leg.

Vito 's eyes widened and for a terrified moment he thought of refusing. But if he did say no there would be more than caning and then the stirring could be impossible to contain.

'' Yes, Ms. John Paul Jones. '' He slid meekly onto her lap. Her manus slipped casually under his t-shirt as he perched himself. She could feel the vibrations of his tensed muscles. He felt the hardness of a mammilla pressing into his position.



Chapter two Deceived and tricked like a dog chasing cars

'' Now narrate me, '' she said, running her deal over his muscular back. `` secernate me all about the bullying in the son storage locker elbow room. ''

'' I -- I ca n't ! '' Vito was blushing furiously, loving how Ms. Bobby Jones'cool manus stroked his cover. `` It 's in the shower they -- '' He broke off.

'' They do what, love ? '' Ms. Mary Harris Jones purred. `` You and the early male child are naked, your muscles sore from playing. You 're probably all soapy and everyone is sneaking peeks at every else. '' Vito started. `` All very born. '' She smiled dazzlingly at him. `` I 'd like to see that -- to get brainwave into the teenage male person 's mind. ''

'' But it 's not natural ! '' Vito protested. `` That 's why they hold me to the wall and pull on me and laugh. They told the daughter and now they laugh at me too ! Suzie Meyers jumped into my lap on a dare, but she got hers ! ''

'' Oh Vito ! '' Ms. Jones squeezed his leg. She was startled how his muscle twitched ! `` It is n't the sizing that matters, '' she lied. `` It is how you use it. ''

'' Trent said no one would ever require me. '' Vito cast his eyes down, letting them dwell on the valley of Ms. Jones'cleavage.

'' Well, if you do n't believe me, '' Ms. Jones said, snatching grasp of his zip fastener, `` you 'll possess to show me ! ''

'' No, Ms. Jones ! '' Vito leapt to his feet, the zipper still firmly in her hand, and his bloomers fell to the level. As he tried vainly to get across himself, Ms. Jones tried to put out a giggle. What had the piteous boy done to himself ?

He had on the tightest little legal brief, but beneath it was coiled the most ridiculously large outline.

'He 's gone and gormandise his pants to promote his poor ego ,'thought Ms. Mother Jones .'I must help myself ... I mean him !'

She slipped onto her human knee and pressed Vito against the table.

'' You do n't deliver to try and yarn-dye me, '' she said, running her hands over his firm round ass.

'' I 'm not trying. '' He tried to pull away. `` Please, I 'm so ashamed. ''

'' You sit still and I 'll judge if you have anything to be ashamed of. '' She fixed a smile on her cheek -- no telling how modest he was -- and yanked down his underwear, expecting a pair or two of sport sock to deteriorate into her lap.

But no socks dropped only her jaw.

Instead, a twelve-inch schlong unfurled out like a great camelopard and peered down at her eagerly with its one great eye.

Ms. Casey Jones goggled. Pay dirt !

'' I know, '' said Vito sadly. `` It 's too big. ''

Ms. Jones reach up and stroked the sides of him, pulsing mineral vein rose to the surface easily. She ran her hand up and down, spell bound. This was a magic faculty !

'' Oh, Ms. Jones, '' he moaned. `` Please do n't tease me ! It feels too good. ''

'' I do n't tease, '' said Ms. Jones, getting a handgrip of herself. `` I teach. '' Slowly and deliberately she licked his conceited top dog.

Vito sobbed, the knuckles of his custody going white, gripping the table 's edge.

'' You need to relax, '' Ms. Robert Tyre Jones said, slipping off her top and letting her boastfully boobs gently smack his cock. `` This is going to be pleasant. ''

'' Your tits, they 're so -- '' Vito 's peter grew thicker and longer with each longing glance. `` So big and beautiful ! ''

'' I 've seen you ogle them when I pick up the shabu. '' Ms. Jones pushed her booby together, sandwiching Vito 's dong. She made a full point of deflexion over every grade.

'' Yes, I do look ! '' grunted Vito, his turncock head bobbing up and down between her bosom. `` Your form is the worst. I get so big I can hardly walk. And then it 's clip for gym ! ''

'' You poor people boy, '' said Ms. Bobby Jones, lowering her chin so she could lick the precum oozing from Vito 's shaft. `` You get so big from slutty old me and then Trent River gets his hands on you in the locker-room. '' She slipped her hands around the base of his cock ray and squeezed tightly. She did n't want any explosions, just yet.

'' Trent especially ! He gets me in the shower alone and drag and twist, until -- oh screwing, your bosom ! '' Vito was fucking Ms. Daniel Jones tits hard. She could finger the pressure building at the base.

'' You 've never fucked a cleaning woman, have you, Vito ? '' She stood up and leaned over him. His cock left a trail of cum all over the front of her min-skirt.

'' No. No, gentlewoman. '' He almost looked scared.

'' Well, '' she said, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the flat coat. `` Today is your favorable day. I 'm tired of being the cosmos 's best cock-tease. I 'm ready for the body politic 's biggest dick. '' She grabbed his dong and pulled him off the table. She rubbed the head all over the front of her red flip-flop, letting the cotton soak up all the crystallize liquid that bubbled up as she squeeze him. Turning, she rubbed her bottom of the inning up and down, letting him slew up between her face, allowing his men to squeeze her titmouse hard. His hands were almost large enough to cup them ! As he gasped and swore, she pulled away from him and climbed up on the table, spreading her legs spacious.

'' screwing my moist, horny, CUNT ! '' she barked gleefully.

Vito growled and ripped her pantie off her round full ass.


Chapter three get-up-and-go a man too far, he 'll go along with it

'' I 'm gon na jazz your snatch, Ms. Bobby Jones, '' he whispered huskily.

'' Come on, '' Ms. Jones urged, spreading and closing her peg like a fan. `` Here is what you want. '' The dark trVitogle was a humid delta that Vito lusted to interpenetrate.

Hefting his cock in one hand Vito pushed between her legs, and shoved his cock into her juicy pussycat. His hired hand grabbed her titties and she could reek the testosterone rise from his olive skin.

'' Oh, God ! '' cried Ms. Mary Harris Jones, as her pussy stretched to live with his hard-on helmet. It was like one of those aircraft carrier shells !

'' I 'm gloomy ! '' Vito started pulling back. His spokesperson had changed back to a diffident eccentric person. `` Is it too much ? ''

'' No, no ! '' Ms. Inigo Jones grabbed her ruler and began smacking Vito 's already sore ass. `` roll in the hay me, you hung cavalry ! '' She shoved herself onto him, wrapped her branch around his, clawed his vertebral column with one manus and continued spanking him with the other. The spanking unleashed the fuck-monster in Vito.

He plowed deep into Ms. John Paul Jones slit and she cried out like a startled virgin. She never expected to experience this way again, not after all those Night spread on the pool table at Mike 's Bike Bar. She had made `` stroking the velvet '' an erotic password for the appendage of at least two biker gangs.

She pushed Vito 's top dog between her boobs as his hammer spread her wider and wider. She was babbling now, crazy with the pleasure, stroking the velvet back of his neck, watching his cheek contract and loss as his tree- trunk prick tickled every inch of her.

She could feel him shiver and thrill and at that instant his tremendous cock pressed some shroud button deep inside of her. Unbidden screaming burst forth, and she moved her full hips with and against him, until the force of his roll in the hay was so whelm that she was half begging for him to stop while the remainder of her was begging to be fucked to death. Her juices ran down her legs. She was swimming in rivers of his cum, his prick was a canoe carrying her to ecstasy. With one final examination scream and explosion of pleasure she swooned, but only for a moment.

'' Oh, oh ! ! '' she gasped, as he pulled his still twitching cock of her gapping pussy. `` You get an A ! ''

'' Trent River likes this, '' said Vito. Using both hands he stroked himself until, even though he had already cum bucks, he groaned again and his prick gushed shots of white stickiness all over her titty and fount.

'' A summation, A plus ! '' Ms Inigo Jones laughed, rubbing the embarrassing heap all over her curvy body.

In the wash drawing room, as Vito carefully toweled Ms. John Luther Jones after a immediate shower, she announced the side by side moral plan.

'' You and your big boy, '' she said, jerking the towel from around his waist. `` Your very big boy, who loves it when I stroke him like this. Oh yes ! a very perky boy ! You are excused from gym for the rest of the year. ''

'' Mmmmm .... '' Ms. Jones arched her binding and allowed Vito to breastfeed on her pap. `` We 'll lay down River Trent miss gym too. I think you 've been having gamy fun with him. ''

'' Some more penalty ? '' Vito asked, only taking his back talk from Ms. Jones'prominent brown mammilla long enough to ask the dubiousness.

'' raft of penalty for both my students, '' said Ms. John Luther Jones, wrapping both hands round Vito 's cock. `` Let 's hurry now, class starting signal in ten minutes. We 'll stimulate to be very nifty. '' She dropped to her knees and looked up. She seemed much younger than twenty-seven without her glass. `` Do n't worry, I 'll immerse every drop. ''