Women in Lust (10 page)

She drove the short distance to the school, forgoing coffee and her usual cigarette, wanting to enter as much on her own steam as she could. She didn’t want to later be able to blame her “bad behavior” on anyone but herself. She wondered if it was her professor she was so hot for, or this new version of Meredith—Meredith 2.0, as her kids would say—who was shucking off her baggage and tapping into the lusty thoughts she usually kept buried under her pillow.

When she reached Professor Arthur’s office, she knocked on the closed door, while looking around the quiet hallway. The school took on a different tone in the early evening, without the rush of students to and fro, their newly freed hormones practically bouncing off the walls. She could pause and look at the actual building, appreciate its history and her place in it. Meredith rounded her shoulders, feeling, for just a moment, like she was heading to the principal’s office. Just then the door opened and a tall, slim blonde girl walked out, giving her a shy smile.

Professor Arthur looked up at her and smiled. For a second, her mind went to the two of them; had they been in there enacting the scenarios she’d conjured in her head?

“Meredith, welcome.”

“Hi, Professor,” she said.

“Ralph, please,” he corrected her, and before she could say anything, he added, “I just want you to know I’m glad you’re in my class. I think it’s wonderful that you’re coming back to school. Too many people think that once they’ve hit a certain age there’s no point, or that it’s too hard.”

She was tempted to ask what age, exactly, that would be, but she didn’t. Instead she smiled, trying to beat back the nerves, aware that her outfit was a far cry from her classmate’s casual pink T-shirt and jeans. “It’s definitely challenging. I’m finding that some of the concepts are over my head. Supply and demand I get…” She trailed off, her throat caught as she watched him watching her, watched his eyes behind his glasses, watched him fidgeting with the pencil in his hand. Who used pencils, anyway?

She waited for him to say something, but he just walked closer to her until he was right in front of her. “You get supply and demand, Meredith?” he asked, looking down at her. She stood, and they were right in front of each other. “Like you’re here to supply something to me, like your pussy, and I’m here to demand that you give me more?”

Oh, god. The words were crazy, over-the-top—and they made her instantly, achingly wet. She suddenly didn’t care that he was younger, that she was his student, that she wasn’t in some preppy uniform or casual chic, but instead, basically naked, save for a dress that did little to hide the nipples pressing against its red fabric, threatening to spill over the purple edges.

“Yes, like that. I want to give you…whatever you want.” As
she said it, she realized it was true, because in giving to him, she was gaining so much. She’d been giving and giving and giving ever since she gave birth and now, finally, it was her time to take. Taking orders, taking spankings, taking cock—that’s what she wanted.

“I’ve had my eye on you, Meredith. The way you sit there in class, so attentive when almost everyone else has their heads in their phones or computers. The way you look at me. I want to give you everything you deserve. But first I think you need a spanking. Put your hands on the desk,” he said, sounding far older than whatever his actual age was. When he lifted the dress and saw she wasn’t wearing panties, he whistled.

“Spread your legs for me, Meredith, so I can look at your pussy.” She heard the door’s lock click, and then he was kneeling in front of her, breathing on her. “When was the last time someone other than you touched you here?” he asked, running a fingertip along her sex. She shuddered, and he did it again. She pressed back against him but he grabbed one of her asscheeks and pinched it. “Answer me, Meredith. Don’t make your teacher angry.”

“Two years,” she squeaked out, and received a smack on her right cheek, whether as reward or punishment she wasn’t sure. She was sure that she was drooling, but there was nothing she could do, not with her head resting on his desk, her arms splayed at her side. She was drooling between her legs, too, especially when he spanked her again. And again.

“When was the last time your ass got spanked, Meredith?”

She was quiet, and now tears rose to her eyes. “Never,” she whispered, and felt him again grab her ass, this time with both hands, holding her open. Then he did the same with her pussy lips, gripping them and splaying her wide. She’d wanted to be treated like this, she thought, like a real slut, the kind whose
body is up for grabs. “You like that, don’t you, Meredith?” he asked, letting go and then giving her a light tap against her pussy lips.

She trembled, then answered in an overloud voice, “Yes.”

“That’s good. Because I’m going to make you sore today. I’m going to make you so sore that in two days when you sit in my classroom your ass is still going to sting, and I’m going to call on you to make sure you’re paying attention, not daydreaming about when I’m next going to take this sweet ass for a ride. Do you understand?”

As he spoke, Ralph had been smacking her all over—her pussy, her upper thigh, her butt. “Yes, I do. I understand.”

“Sir,” he said. “Call me ‘Sir.’ We’re done with Ralph and Professor. That’s not who I am right now. I’m your owner.”

He plunged his fingers inside her, and she pressed her fist to her mouth, afraid of what might come out. She wanted him to own her, like this, to take over for her in a way nobody had in she couldn’t remember how long. And her body wanted it too; she was so hot between her legs, so tight, so desperate, suddenly, to be filled. He moved, and she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to know what was coming. She found out soon enough. It was a ruler, a metal one, striking hard against both asscheeks. She’d have laughed if the pain hadn’t seared its way through her entire body.

“This is what happens when you distract me in class, when you try to make my cock hard.” The ruler’s edges dug into her skin, stronger and meaner than his hand, but she soon got acclimated to it. She’d never gotten more than a light swat before, but she liked it. She liked being at his mercy, not having to think beyond the initial decision to walk in. The pain was like a door opening to something better, a room to a house she’d never seen before. The blows came down harder and harder and soon the
tears were indeed coming down her cheeks, but they weren’t from the pain. That part she could handle, though she knew she’d probably have to sit on a cushion. The tears were for all the other emotions his spanking stirred up.

“How does your ass feel, Meredith?”

“Very good, Sir,” she said.

“Louder,” he said in a deep voice, grabbing her by the hair and pressing her tightly to the desk, the threat of what he could do to her more than enough to make her repeat herself more forcefully.

“How good?” he asked.

She didn’t know how to answer. The heat and pain were intense, but not too much. Just enough, but…something was missing. She tingled there, all over. “Good enough that it makes me want something in my ass.”

She wasn’t sure where the words had come from. She hadn’t been thinking about that hole, had never really thought about it, though she knew her peers did, heard their whispers on Monday mornings, practically saw their asses peeking out over their tight, low-rise jeans. But now, suddenly, she was, as if he’d conjured the words out of her mouth, except he hadn’t. He’d just spanked her and now she realized it was true, she wanted his cock, sight unseen, in her ass.

She felt his thumb pressing against her there and she moaned, thrashing just enough to get him to press a little deeper. “I see how much your ass needs to be fucked, Meredith.” Every time he said her name, her cheeks got a little hotter. It was the way he said it, like he knew everything about her, when he barely knew a thing. But he did know some things, like how to work his thumb right there, halfway in, until she clenched around it tightly. “Hold your cheeks open for me,” he said.

She reached behind her to do just that, shocked at how easily
she obeyed such a command, and how much she liked it. “That’s good,” he said. “Now stay like that, because if you don’t, I’m going to stop fucking you.” Then his fingers were inside her pussy, strong and assured, and she didn’t care that it wasn’t her ass, as long as he was touching her, getting closer to her, giving her some part of him. “Good girl,” he said, and the two words, so basic, so simple, made her melt. She wanted to be a girl, sometimes, not a woman, a schoolgirl whose only assignment was sex, and here she was, taking more fingers—she didn’t know how many, but she knew he’d added some.

“Are you ready for my cock, Meredith?” She nodded, though she liked his fingers just fine, actually. “Yes, Sir,” she amended, when his fingers stilled inside her.

“You may put your hands down,” he said, and she did, resting her head against the desk for a moment, savoring her ass being in the air, being open and wet and wanton like this.

Soon he was back, and she heard him rolling a condom onto his cock. Then he dragged her down from the desk and put her hands on the floor in front of her, so her body made a
V.
Then, without another word, he was inside her. Meredith gasped; either he was huge, or she was so starved for sex that she felt like she might break in two, in a good way. She wanted to touch her clit, but didn’t dare, as he drilled into her. This was about her getting fucked, not doing the fucking, and she wanted to keep it that way. She didn’t want to work right now, didn’t want to supply anything but her body, like this, splayed open wide for her very hot teacher. She felt like a girl in a porn video, and for a second wondered if he had a camera on somewhere taping them. What a horror that would be…but it would also be kind of hot. She smiled as he pulled out, then slammed back in, and she shifted so her
V
was slightly less wide, making his cock stroke her at a different angle.

She kept picturing some innocent student walking in, even though the door was locked, and realized as she started to come that she wouldn’t really have minded, at least not this Meredith: slutty Meredith. She wanted someone to know that this was part of who she was too. Ralph knew, and he used that knowledge expertly. She focused on the sensation, familiar but also totally new. She’d never gotten fucked in this position and it felt incredible; when he played with her clit, it felt all the more so. When he slapped her clit, Meredith lost it, trembling and letting herself give over to the climax, tightening around his cock and grunting hard. “That’s it,” he said, urging her on. “You feel so good around my cock.”

She looked back at him and saw him watching them, watching himself going inside her, and that made her do it again, a ripple effect that left her wondering just what exactly he was doing to her. They’d gone far beyond supply and demand now; he was showing, telling, giving, taking—all at once. Then he started fucking her faster, and she braced herself. He didn’t need long before he said, “I’m coming,” and she felt him cream into the condom, then gently slide out. She stood up and her dress fell down over her waist. She was grateful for it, grateful not to be totally nude after what they’d just done.

“Sit,” he said, and once she’d settled herself, he brought her a bottle of water.

“Wow,” she said, and laughed, because what else could she do? She wanted to ask if he did this all the time, but there was a knock at the door. He quickly threw the condom in the trash, followed by some tissues, zipped up, wiped his hands with another tissue and then opened the door. She heard him tell the next student to give him a few minutes.

Then there was an awkward silence. She wished momentarily for it to have been a dream. How old was he anyway? “Maybe
we could go out on a proper date,” he said, lifting her chin to force her to look at him, her face flaming.

“Maybe,” she said, suddenly anxious to leave. “But maybe we should wait until the semester ends.” Did she mean that? She wasn’t sure, but this was so awkward she couldn’t tell if what she’d just experienced was worth it.

“So, see you in class on Friday?” he asked.

“See you,” she said.

She stood, gathering her things, sure that her escapade was written all over her face. His hand cupped her ass on her way past him, a gentle reminder that she didn’t in any way need. She smiled at him, with her mouth, not yet ready to bring her eyes into it. She walked out the door and kept her head high as she heard her shoes clicking on the floor. She thought of stopping at a lingerie store, but realized she wasn’t in the mood for something so intimate. Instead, she went to the mall, bought a soda and wandered the stores, sipping loudly, observing her own version of Economics 101. She finished the soda and got lured into a store promising 50 percent off on dresses she didn’t need but she walked in anyway, still in a sex stupor. Without buying a bra or panties, she tried on a slinky black dress that was in no way appropriate for school or work. She bought it, and promised herself she’d wear it to class, and then to dinner with Ralph.

Maybe they shouldn’t wait until the semester ended, after all.

W
hen she hit forty, a raging libido blindsided Brooke. One day she was juggling a family life, giving in to the bloating of age and the exhaustion that hit the minute the kids were in bed. The next, she was sizing up every man between the ages of twenty and sixty, looking them over as meticulously as she did the fruit and vegetables at the market: men in cars waiting at stoplights, grocery store clerks, fellow PTA parents, the carpet cleaner and plumber. Sure, she’d always admired a handsome man. But now it wasn’t just looking; it was sweaty, heart-pounding visions of his naked body thrusting away at hers.

Sometimes it didn’t even take the sight of a man to turn her on. She could be washing a carrot, hurrying to finish a casserole before meeting the school bus, and her hand would linger along the length of its unusually wide girth. Suddenly she’d be on the kitchen floor, thrusting that carrot into her G-spot. Fantasies whipped through her mind unbidden, sending her to the bedroom at all hours of the day—sometimes when her children
were in the next room—overwhelmed with the urge to fondle and fuck herself into oblivion.