Maryon Swelt - He seduced his little sister

Under the confines of her bra and sweater, Jenner's hands clutched at her breasts as though he were trying to hold a half-dozen of eggs in each, but so much was this an intellectual exercise with Maryon that her nipples were hardly stirred by his clumsy endeavors.

She started to gulp and chew at him, pulling in her cheeks, grinding her lower jaw-bone, using the whole mechanism of her mouth on him like a horse in a hay-bag, using the suction of her strangled throat to draw him off. After a few seconds of hold-back during which she could sense his conscious mind trying to will him not to impregnate the fresh-faced flush-cheeked golden head buried in his belly like a sophomore succubus, his gray-suited ass sank a little lower in his chair and his rampant cock blew off in her as strong as a sounding whale. A thick and viscous scalding stream broke its force fiercely at the back of her throat and she silently gasped and gulped as he involuntarily snatched one hand from her trapped tit and spanned the top of her head so that she was forced to further engulf his dick and swallow his long-pent load. His prick strained and locked and surgingly swelled in the sudden, shock-shriven salivalessness of her mouth and the steady, relentless pumping of his semen-shed stones pulsated between her hand and her chin.

After a while she felt his prick beginning to go limp in her, the hand on her head relaxed, and against her forehead his breathing was radiated through his belly, ragged and uneven. Jerkily, awkwardly, slowly-quickly the history teacher withdrew his other hand from her breast and she sat back on her heels, head down, getting her breath back, holding his laces for support. A quick look at his face showed him to be in horrified shock so, putting her own feelings aside, she thrust herself to her feet, plunked herself down across his legs, threw both arms about his neck, and passionately began to kiss him, making sure that some of his just-spent cum was painted around the inner walls of his mouth to clench the ceremony. She finally managed to drive conscience and caution from him so that he responded to her lavish, lascivious embraces with the unheeding hotness of a horny hermit.

Maryon had won the battle and the war with one masterly stroke and many mistressly ones.

Though in no way did his conduct in the classroom betray it, Jenner was infatuated with this fantasy girl. So surely, indeed, was his secret erotic imagination inflamed that he made no attempt to take their various encounters out of the context of the 'staying-after-school' situation that had started them, for which Maryon gave many thanks. No pretense of 'love'… no shame-faced offers of money, or gifts, or motel-meetings… no brazen 'let-me-take-you-home-and-introduce-you-to-my-wife' or 'I-have-to-attend-a-seminar-up-State-why-don't-you-come-along-with-me' madnesses.

Maryon deliberately catered to his long-frustrated fantasies, play-acting sometimes the role of little-girl-student, sometimes the bizarre mistress of his imagination. Before long she had him perfectly trained to be her perfect lover to her perfected requirements and satisfaction. She made sure, to receive full benefit from his side of their bargain, that whether their fond fornications were frenzied or frivolous, they were inevitably frequent and full of lingering flavor.

She always tried to surprise him, making no commitment in advance as to exactly when their next clandestine cockunted caper would be. Once she shocked him when, waiting till school was out, she went to the rest room, stripped to her boots, put her clothes in a bag, tightly belted her white trench coat about her, then went to him in his room, immediately dropping the coat so that for the first time he saw her completely nude. Pulling him to his feet, she pulled his clothes off, then rubbed and stroked his dick until at last, unable to resist his impulses, he forced her backward across his desk and ravished her against her pretended remonstrances, her boots kicking him wildly on his backside until at last, carried away, she dug her heels into the crack of his fleshy ass and pulled his cock into her gaping loins.

On another long-remembered occasion, she brought to school her old St. Joan's uniform, now at least three sizes too small for her well-developed figure and, changing into this in the rest room, came to him in the guise of a naive, acquiescent and unknowingly nymphomaniacal schoolgirl about to be punished for her supposed sins. The only change she'd made in her former much-accustomed costume was that she'd ripped off for the occasion a pair of Lois' fancy high-heeled black shoes. The straining height these gave her, together with the shortness of her brown, blue-checked skirt, thrust her smooth, creamy, light-tanned legs into unwonted prominence, while her bra-less breasts stretched the sheer, thin silk of her ruffle-fronted blouse until the buttons were about to burst off it, which fact her neat-knotted brown-and-blue striped tie helped to conceal. Her white, ribbed knee stockings now only just covered her calves and the skirt was tight about her hips, forcing her jaunty honeydew melon-halves of ass enticingly together so that, as she walked to his room, Maryon was automanipulated to randy readiness by the satiny overlapping of her inner thighs. Beneath it the brown panties hugged her as close as rinds to fruit and tingled her breathlessly at waist and crotch by the time-tightened tourniquets of elastic. She'd let her silky blonde hair hang down, with a pair of eye-matching blue clips behind her ears to show them off beneath the wide-brimmed hat that now sat back on her head with its strap beneath her chin, and touched up her lips with a Chinese red stick to make of them a harlot's parody of cherub-like charm. Her blue blazer necessarily unbuttoned, she stood before her Master in simulated submission.

Occasionally she had to step aside from her role so as to guide him in his poverty of perversion. For instance it was only when she remembered her initiation rites and the pleasure that she received from her spanking that she re-realized the pleasure it must afford to the spanker, and so was able to suggest to Jenner that this might be a suitable 'punishment' for her as a wrong-doing school-girl. He needed no more than the hint to get him going.

After berating her for a number of imagined 'crimes', during which monologue she stood with eyes dutifully cast down, he pretended to find a new offense, in that she wasn't conforming to the dress-code of the school. Swiveling his chair sideways, he told her to stand in front of him, parting his legs so that she was between his ankles. "I do believe that, wretched little girl that you are, you're not wearing a brassiere!" he declared. "Show me whether I'm wrong or not, Maryon!"

With fingers that really were trembling, though more from a morbid excitement arising from shivery shame at what she was doing than from actual fear of the consequences, the demure-eyed blonde loosened the knot of her tie slightly, then began to unbutton her frilly-fronted white blouse from the top down, halting every now and then as though asking whether any further. But always an impatient nod of his head would drive her to the next button until finally she must draw the garment out of her tight waistband, undo the last button, and let the thing rest on her heaving bosom. While she stood with hands behind her, he took hold of the blouse's edges and pulled them apart, so that her bare and beautiful breasts in their creamy-white glorious wealth were open to his gaze and touch. "You see!" he said, indicating her bounty in such a way that his fingers stroked her nipples to full and expectant erection. "Since you seem to be shameless I will try to shock you into some sense of shame. Come closer!"

When her bare knees were touching the edge of his seat and she could feel the warmth of his calves against hers, Jenner took hold of the blouse-hem, fastened the lowermost button, and tucked the thing into her skirt again – not forbearing to tickle her flanks and fondle her snug-pantied rear end – but this time in such a way that the frilled white edges circled outside her breasts, pressuring them closer to each other and forming a perfect frame that ran in a diamond shape from the straining top button and tie-knot to follow the curves of her breast's outer contours, run slightly, tightly, under their blossoming overlap, to meet at her waistline, her cute little hole of a navel lending a shadowed period to the erotic design. Maryon's pulse began to race as he pretended to arrange her more shamelessly, jiggling her boobs on his warm palms as he pushed them up and apart with his thumbs caressing the satiny skin on their inner sides.