Corkscrew (Vignette)

Corkscrew (Vignette)

“…NOW THAT I HAD THE FUCKING BIG-TITTED TEACHER TIED SPREAD ON THE BED I PUT MY TWELVE INCH DICK IN HER HOT CUNT AND I GOT OUT MY CORKSCREW SO THAT WHEN I CUM INSIDE HER I SCREWED THE SHARP POINT DOWN THROUGH HER NIPPLE INTO HER BIG TIT…”

The story, if you could call it that, had been handed in by one of the adult students of Ms Pepper. It was a thing of deranged pornography. It had all been written in capital letters, with no regard to such things as grammar and syntax. It was clear to Dolores Pepper that the nameless teacher in this tale of torture was supposed to be her, and that the male rapist was none other than Tommy Stanley, the author of this piece of rubbish. She should have torn up the pages and thrown Tommy off the course, possibly reporting him to the police. But, for some reason, she didn’t do that. Tommy was just nineteen years old. But it was clear that, beneath the black tee shirts which he wore, he had a ripped physique. He had boyish good looks and a nice haircut.

There was also something which the thirty-something Dolores Pepper could not admit to herself. The shocking, semi-literate story had turned her on, despite herself. It wasn’t the writing, which was terrible. No, it was the idea of being bound to a bed, and having some hunk like Tommy take liberties with her body, and not being able to do anything about it. And did Tommy really have a twelve inch penis? There was certainly a substantial bulge in the tight jeans he wore.

She told herself that it was just a rather nasty fantasy, and that Tommy was too nice to be a psychopath in real life. No, that pornographic story had just been a rather stupid attempt to seduce her. Well, she was not into torture, but a little bondage might be nice, while being ravaged by Tommy’s big cock. So Ms Pepper, she of the dark, curly hair and ample boobs, marked down the story as a C- and put a note for Tommy to see her after class. It was time to show Tommy that she was an adult, with adult desires.

The next class Tommy gave Ms Pepper nasty looks all through the English class at getting a C-. But what had he expected? It was a terrible piece of literature, even ignoring the subject matter.

“You gave me a C-.” Tommy said, at the end of the class, when he was alone with Ms Pepper.

“I should have given you a much lower mark than that, as I am sure that you are well aware.” Ms Pepper said. She wanted to rave about how bad it was. But she decided to keep such feelings in check. She still hoped to get a good fucking out of Tommy. But that wouldn’t happened if she pissed him off. Instead she gave him her best smile. “If you want to discuss, say, getting a higher mark then come around my house tomorrow evening at, say, then o’clock…”

At ten o’clock the following night Ms Pepper, dressed in her best black, lacy underwear let Tommy into her home. Ms Pepper’s 42 inchers were barely contained by the fabric of the underwired brassiere. The panties were tiny, no more than a G string. Earlier that evening, feeling very naughty, Ms Pepper had shaved off all of her pubic hair, so that she was smooth for Tommy.

Tommy’s eyes boggled at seeing his tutor in such deshabille. He didn’t say anything. What was there to say? The object of his fantasies was dressed like in his dreams. It was clear that this was going to be an interesting evening. But he had come prepared, anyway.

Ms Pepper led Tommy into her bedroom. She had lit candles, so that everything was in soft focus, alike an arty 70s porn movie, much more Bilitis than Deep Throat. Tommy noticed that There were stocking attached at the four corners of an iron-framed, old-fashioned massive double bed.

“I thought that you might like to have your wicked way with me.” Ms Pepper said, her voice throaty with arousal. Her nipples were hardening, and her pussy was beginning to juice up, at the thought of being fucked by a good-looking hunk like Tommy. She laid out on the bed, spreading out her limbs, so that Tommy could tie her.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Tommy said. “I’ve brought my own stuff.”

Tommy got some tough leather cords out of the pocket of his leather jacket.

“Not too tight, please.” Ms Pepper said. She didn’t want any marks on her wrists which colleagues might see. But Tommy was gentle. She was tied spread-eagled, but not painfully so. Still, though, she could not have freed herself without Tommy letting her go.

“Just one more thing.” Tommy said. He produced a shiny red plastic ball-gag. Ms Pepper wasn’t sure about this.

“Oh. Okay.” she muttered, beginning to feel a little reluctant. But she let Tommy strap it into her mouth.

“You know, Ms Pepper, you look really hot stretched out like that, in your lingerie.” Tommy said. “I suppose that I’d better get undressed myself. I mean, that’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it?”

Tommy quickly got undressed, putting his leather jacket on the bed, to the side of Ms Pepper. His torso was every bit as ripped as Ms Pepper had thought. But what caught her gaze was his cock – circumcised and fully erect, and the largest cock she had ever seen. It had to be at least a foot long, and its girth was as thick as her wrist, if not more. Its head was a massive, purple plum, a single drop of pearlescent precum leaking out of the piss-slit. She wondered whether it was perhaps too big. But, with the gag in her mouth, she couldn’t tell Tommy to be gentle with her.

Tommy then went back to the bindings, tightening and stretching them as much as he could, and he was a strong guy.

“Mmmph!” was the only sound which Ms Pepper could say, around that plastic gag. But Tommy ignored her, pulling on the bands until it almost felt as though she was on the rack. The leather cords were already cutting off the circulation to her hands and feet, and there were going to be marks.

“Shut up cunt, I’ve only just begun.” Johnny sneered. He got a flick-knife out of his jacket pocket. He flicked out the blade, and cut off Ms Pepper’s expensive knickers and brassiere. He threw the brassiere across the room. But he folded up the cut knickers and put them in a pocket of his jacket. They were his trophy.

“Mmmph.”

“Eager for my cock, are you?” Tommy got between Ms Pepper’s legs, and slowly introduced his massive erection into her. Despite the fact that she was wet it was a struggle to get inside her. Nearly every girl was tight when fucked by Tommy.

Tommy began a slow, steady motion back and forth, opening her up further. Ms Pepper felt as though she had an arm inside her, not a cock. Her eyes closed, and she came and came, as the end of Tommy’s cock banged away at her cervix. Despite her hands going numb it was – so far – still the best fuck of her life.

She didn’t see Tommy reach into his leather jacket, as he neared his own orgasm. Her eyes were still closed.

“Ready for this? Here it comes, like in that story.”

Ms Pepper’s eyes flicked open. Tommy had a very sharp looking corkscrew in his right hand, the sharp point almost touching the dimple in her engorge left nipple.

“MMMPH!”

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that story.” Tommy said as he came deep inside Ms Pepper’s cunt, screwing and screwing the corkscrew down into her breast through her nipple…

The End.