The Rings Ch. 02

"No problem. We've got time. I hope you haven't pissed off the teacher have you? That's not a place you want to be. Trust me, I know." Tom said with a broad smile.

"No...No...Nothing like that!..." Steven said, hoping that he wasn't wrong in his assumption.

"Ah Evie! There you are! Steven's here..." Tom said as they entered the kitchen.

Mrs. Blain was standing on the far side of the kitchen island, moving a cake from a cooling rack onto a cake stand. There was a large bowl on the counter which Steven figured was probably icing.

Mrs. Blain looked like she was ready for a party. Her hair was slightly disheveled in a very artful way and her make up was all in place. She was wearing a black satin shirt and a necklace of large white beads. Beyond that Steven couldn't see much because she was also wearing an apron with a pattern of multi-colored balloons.

"Oh good. Right on time too. Just let me finish this. It will only take a minute. Why don't you sit down at the table. Would you like a coffee? Tom would you get Steven a cup."

"Ahhh... That's be great..." Steven said, sitting down

"Sure babe. What are you making?..." Tom said, stepping around the island towards the stove. Eve stepped back against the fridge so he could pour the coffee and then get by her to take it over to the table.

"Reverse Boston cream pie, chocolate cake with white icing Meaghan asked me to bring dessert."

"My favorite. But for now I've got some mowing I want to finish. What time do we have to leave for the party?"

"6:15. And it looks like you've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

"Don't worry about it. I'll be ready. Now how about a little kiss..." he asked, advancing around the island towards his wife with a lecherous grin.

Mrs. Blain backed up towards the stove, waving him off with a wrinkled nose as she said..."Ewww! Not 'til you take a shower. Now go!..."

"What a tease!..." Tom said with a wink at Steven as he headed for the back porch and the yard. A moment later a screen door slammed. And a moment after that a small gas engine chugged to life

At this point Mrs. Blain had returned to her cake and was deftly applying a covering of white icing with a spatula.

"Steven. I think you know why I asked you here. It's about last Friday night. Now I won't pretend to be blameless in all this but your behavior and Lindsey's last Friday was totally unacceptable. Quite frankly with some of the boys I wouldn't have been so shocked, but the fact that it was you doing what it was you were doing took me completely by surprise."

As she was talking, Mrs. Blain had picked up the finished cake on the stand and had brought it over to the kitchen table. She put it down near Steven with one hand while standing in front of him, never taking her eyes from his.

The young man couldn't help his eyes from wandering as he noticed how long her legs looked as she stood there in her high heels and her smoky grey nylons. He wondered which skirt she had on because it was still hidden behind her apron. He hoped it was the tight, black leather one she sometimes wore to class and that clung like a second skin to her ass.

Mrs. Blain smiled down at the obviously distracted student sitting in front of her.

"Well Steven. Don't you have something to say to me?.." she asked sharply, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Oh sorry..." Steven blurted, obviously embarrassed at being caught staring at his teacher's legs.

"I mean I'm sorry about everything that happened last Friday. I don't know how it all got so crazy! I guess we just got caught up, I mean Lindsey and I got caught up, not you and..." Steven couldn't help but notice Mrs. Blain's brows darkening as he started down this treacherous pathway..."and...and... so I'm... so sorry about...about it all..." he finished lamely.

Mrs. Blain considered his stuttering apology for a long moment. Finally she said to him..."That's all well and good as far as it goes young man. But I wonder if you mean it. I'd like you to convince me. I'll even make it easy for you..." and with that Mrs. Blain took two steps back, moved in front of Steven and turned her back on him. She didn't look at him over her shoulder. She just spread her feet apart and stood there in front of him.

But what Steven saw was enough to make his youthful prick jump to immediate attention. His breathing stopped and his eyes popped open wide in amazement. Mrs. Blain was wearing neither a skirt nor panties behind her little apron.

Her gum dropped shaped ass was bare and glowing a healthy pink above her smoky nylons. Her satin shirt was tucked into a garter belt that cinched her narrow waist. There were black satin garters stretching to the tops of her nylons, one of which bisected each ass cheek in a most erotic fashion.

After standing there like a statue for the longest time, Evelyn slowly turned her head and looked at Steven with a confident smile.

"Get on your knees..." she instructed.

Steven was too incredulous to even think to refuse. He quickly slid off the kitchen chair and on to his knees. Mrs. Blain bent over slightly at the waist so that her creamy ass jutted back towards him.

"Come closer..." she purred.

Steven shuffled forward clumsily on his knees.

Still looking back at the wide eyed young man, Mrs. Blain reached behind her, pulled one stretchy nylon garter out and let it snap back with a sharp 'Snick' against her butt. That silky mound wobbled spellbindingly in response.

"Ohhh!..." Mrs. Blain gasped as if in surprise. She reached back and pressed her outstretched index finger against the white line on her cheek where she had snapped it.

"Kiss it!...Kiss my ass!..." she said, her eyes burning into Steven's.

Steven looked up at his teacher in amazement. Did she really mean it? Her lewdly displayed backside was so captivating that he couldn't maintain eye contact with her for more than a couple of seconds. Then he turned back to her spectacular butt. He leaned forward and pasted his lips against it. Mrs. Blain continued to look back at him with a wicked smile.

"And here..." she said, moving her finger to her other cheek.

Steven followed her finger like his face was on a string.

"And here..." Mrs. Blain instructed, moving her finger up to the top of her crack.

Steven did as he was told, burrowing his chin in the soft crevice between her cheeks.

"Umm!...That's good!...Now lick it!...Lick me there!..." the teacher purred, beginning to shift on her feet as her own excitement mounted.

"Mmm!...Umm Hmm!..." Steven groaned as he traced the Y at the top of Mrs. Blain's ass with his outstretched tongue.

"Ohhh!...Yess!...Very good!..." Evelyn purred in a breathy whisper. Then she leaned forward a little, away from Steven's delving tongue. She reached back and put the tip of her index finger against her puckered little anus.

"And here..." she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on Steven's.

Steven couldn't believe she really wanted him to kiss her asshole. He had never done anything like that.

"But...I!...I!...Ahhh..." he stammered. He was afraid of what it might taste like. And yet there was something lewdly enticing about that crinkled little star on display in front of him. He sort of nodded towards it then back as his emotions raged back and forth.

Mrs. Blain watched his indecision with amusement. She knew how to convince him. She leaned over to the kitchen table and swiped her finger through the frosting on the cake. Then she reached back and pulled one ass cheek to the side, stretching her crinkled brownie into an inviting oval. She slipped her icing covered finger into that little hole up to her first knuckle. With her eyes still burning into Steven's, she twisted and turned her intruding finger around in that little hole in the most outrageous manner. Then she pulled it out. Now her twitching anus was surrounded by a halo of glistening frosting.

"There!...Doesn't that look delicious?...Now kiss it!...You know you want to!"

Steven couldn't refuse such a wanton offering. He dove right in and pursed his lips around the circle of icing. Tentatively he moved his tongue to lick it up.

"Ooohh!...Yessss!...Get your tongue in there!... Ummm!..." Mrs. Blain hissed.

And then, although Steven still wasn't convinced he really wanted to, he let his tongue tip linger at the opening of Mrs. Blain's anus. The next thing he knew that little aperture puckered around it then pulled his tongue in like a snake swallowing a field mouse.

"Unnph!..." he gulped as his nose was suddenly lodged deep in Evelyn's butt crack. He tried to pull his tongue out even as her leeching little hole was drawing it in ever deeper. After a few more moments of futile effort he decided to go with the flow.

Mrs. Blain's ass had a wonderfully exotic smell and there was no horrible flavor to it. He gave an excited groan and started darting his tongue around in her clinging butt hole with a real enthusiasm.

"Ummm!...Umm Hmm!...That's right!...Give it to me!...Like that!...Oh yesss!...That's gooodd!..." Mrs. Blain enthused.

She bent her knees and leaned back into Steven's twisting face.

But after only a few moments of that she seemed to catch herself. She stopped her writhing, reached back and planted her open palm on Steven's forehead. The eager young man hadn't even noticed and was still tonguing her ass like a woodpecker gone berserk. When she pushed his face out of her butt crack, his tongue popped out of her rectum with an audible slurp.

"Ummm?...What?...What is it?...Is something wrong?..." Steven panted in confusion.

Mrs. Blain turned on the bewildered young man then. She was pleased to see that his erection was making an incredible bulge at his loins as he swayed on the floor in front of her.

"Nothing's wrong baby! I love the way you kiss ass! But your apology still needs a little work..." she said, pulling her apron aside and advancing on the kneeling young man.

Now Steven was mesmerized by the sight of Mrs. Blain's totally bared groin. Her heart shaped pudenda was shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom and gleamed pinkly at the apex of her loins. It was framed seductively by her stocking tops and satin garters.

Steven shifted backwards off his knees and onto his butt as Mrs. Blain confidently stepped towards him. She backed him up, timing her advance so that her mons were just pressing into his face as the back of his neck hit the edge of the kitchen chair behind him.

She inched a little further forward, forcing Steven to reach his hands down to the floor behind him for support as he lay his head on the seat. Then she opened her stance, straddling both the chair and his face.

Steven had a stunning view of her parted vaginal lips as well as the throbbing tunnel behind them.

"Oh my Goddd!..." he muttered just audibly. He glanced up. Mrs. Blain's voluptuous breasts were rising and falling hypnotically beneath her satin shirt as they loomed over him. His gaze finally mover higher to see his teacher smiling down at him with flashing eyes.

"Do you like my cream pie baby?..."

Steven wasn't totally sure if she was referring to her baking or her pussy but he could answer a heartfelt..."It's awesome!"...to both.

"That's the right answer. Would you like some more?..."

Without waiting for his answer Mrs. Blain reached towards the cake again. This time she swiped two fingers across it, collecting a large dollop of icing on her fingertips. She then tipped her pelvis up, reached down and deftly inserted those fingers into her tempting gash.

"Ohhh!..." she groaned quietly as she twisted her fingers around inside herself for an extra moment before sliding them back out. The icing was gone and there was only a very small smear of it at the lower juncture of her labia.

"Ohhh!..." Steven moaned in lusty agreement.

"Put your hands on me..." the shameless teacher instructed as she slowly squatted lower over Steven's face.

Steven reached up for Mrs. Blain's hips. He eagerly moved his hands up and down, over her stocking tops and her tautly stretched garters, half caressing, half clinging to her exposed flesh.

"Now show me how much you like my pie..." the dark haired vixen murmured as she pressed her pussy against Steven's panting lips.

"Ummmf!..." the prone young man moaned as Mrs. Blain's steamy trench enveloped his nose and mouth. Reflexively his tongue swept out into that inviting channel. He was rewarded with a generous sample of her gooey excitement.

"Oh yesss!... Unn Hnn.!...That's it! You saw where I put the cream didn't you lover? Now go get it!..." Mrs. Blain enthused.

And Steven answered with a feverish enthusiasm, starting at the bottom of her opening with his stiffened tongue and following the trail of frosting far up into her center.

"Ummff!...Ummf!...Umm!..." he moaned. The deeper he went the sweeter the taste got and that seemed to drive him crazy. He twisted his face back and forth and strained upwards between her curvaceous thighs to try and capture more of the elusive icing.

"Oh shit! That's good!..." Mrs. Blain moaned, edging her heels outward so that she could sit more heavily on Steven's now juice soaked face. She could feel an orgasm growing inside her and she could tell it was going to be a big one. She arched her back and leaned back to savor the incredible heat growing in her loins.

She reached behind her to steady herself and when she did that she placed both hands squarely over Steven's crotch. For a nano-second she wondered what it was she was leaning on but then realized that the iron bar under her hands was Steven's cock jutting through his trousers.

"Ohhhh!...' she purred, shifting her grip and closing one hand firmly on his steely prick and the other on his balls.

"Wahhhh!...." Steven cried when she did that. He thought he was going to come for sure. His hips slammed up so hard into her pressing hands that he almost threw Mrs. Blain off him.

The squirming teacher had to catch the back of the chair to maintain her position on Steven's face.

"Ummm! Excited aren't we! Well why don't you...Umm Hmm!... just make me come and then... Ahhh!...and then we'll see what we can do for you! ...Shittt!...I'm ...I'm very close! Just let me...Unnf!..." Evelyn panted as she leaned forward a little and began to ride her clit up and down on the bridge of Steven's nose.

The young man nursing at her loins had barely heard her. He was practically drowning in the deluge of juice that was pouring from Mrs. Blain's pussy. And still he continued to skewer her interior with his stabbing tongue.

"Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." he moaned gutturally.

"Nahhh!....Ahhh!...It's...I'm!...I'm....Ahhhh!..." Evelyn cried, dropping down heavily on Steven's face and onto his tirelessly twisting tongue. She held herself stock still as her groin began to quiver.

Steven could feel her cunt clench around his tongue and start to pulse. The first contraction was minimal but it was followed by another and another, each one harder than the last. Evelyn's whole body began to shudder more and more violently as the spasms wracked her loins.

"Coming!...Oh Goddd!...Ahhhh!...Ahhh!...Ohhh...Shitttt!..." she whimpered breathlessly.

And if Steven thought she was wet before, now there was a deluge of girl goo pouring from her loins. The remaining Boston cream re-emerged and that was followed by a surge of frothy fluids. Her slit was awash with moisture that made an effective seal around his nose and mouth.

Steven was suffocating and when he did manage a gasping breath what he got was another mouthful of Evelyn's girl juice. But gamely he continued to swirl his tongue around inside her, relishing her heated response even as his head began to swim.

"Ahhhh!...Nahhhh!...Oh my Goddd!..." Evelyn moaned as her steamy convulsions finally started to abate. She thought to look down just then and was thrilled to see Steven's eyes, just visible below her still twitching cunt, staring up at her in mute appeal.

With considerable effort she gathered her legs beneath her and straightened up off of the young man's face.

She backed up a little then gracefully swung one leg over him and stood to the side.

Steven collapsed on his ass and lay there gasping for breath. Idly he swiped one hand across his face which came away smeared with Evelyn's oily come.

Mrs. Blain stood there for a moment, her head cocked to the side, listening. Steven wondered what it was she was listening for but then he too heard the drone of the lawn mower going back and forth, but much further from the house than it had been originally.

Evelyn smiled when she too had heard the mower. Then she turned her eyes back to Steven with a predatory glare. She looked down at his crotch and her lips curled into a smile as she confirmed that he was still sporting some major wood.

She stepped over towards him, bent down, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and literally hauled him to his feet. Steven was feeling pretty shaky and made a mental note to remember that Mrs. Blain was a lot stronger than she looked.

She didn't say anything to him then. She simply reached down for the top of his pants, undid them and his belt and zipper and pushed them with his underwear down to his knees.

She turned him around by his shoulder towards the kitchen table. Then she leaned in against him from behind, making sure to mush her pneumatic tits hotly between his shoulder blades.

"Look at my poor cake. It's ruined. I can't take it over to our friends like that. I'm going to have to fix it. And you're going to help me fix it!..." Evelyn crooned into Steven's ear as she snaked her arm around his waist and closed her little fist on his erection.

"Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Oh Goddd!..." Steven gasped, looking down in awe at his teacher's hand as she started stroking up and down the shaft of his tool.

He had become more aroused eating Mrs. Blain out than he had ever been before. And now this, getting fondled like this in her kitchen while her husband worked out in the yard was unbelievable. His balls were already drum taut in his loins and tingling with excitement.

"My husband could come in any time now so I'm going to make you come real quick. Is that O.K. sweetie?..." Evelyn purred, jacking the root of his cock hard and fast to illustrate her intentions. Her other hand was drifting idly through the crack of his ass.

"Ahhh!....I would...Nahhh!...O.K.!...I!...Ummm!...Whatever...whatever you think!..." Steven groaned. He was embarrassed to tell her how close he was already. He was biting his lip and clenching his loins trying to hold it back just a little longer. But his pre-come was streaming from his pee slit and pouring over the back of his teacher's jogging hand. Mrs. Blain smiled behind him, knowing exactly how excited he was.

She slipped her hand up his length and smeared her palm with his pre-come to lubricate it. When she went back to stroking him her hand made a juicy squishing noise as she raced it up and down his length. She leaned closer to him from behind, her breath gusting warmly in his ear.

"I want a big load from you all over my cake! I want to be able to taste your come later when I serve dessert to our friends. I'll be thinking about your cock throbbing in my hand while you were coming. I'm gonna' make you come so hard!. Ummm! I can hardly wait! Are you almost there honey? Are you?..." Evelyn purred.

But she knew that he was just barely hanging on. She drove her stroking fist to the root of his shaft and stopped it there, pressing down on him firmly. She turned her free hand over behind him, pressed her sharp nailed index finger against his anus, dropped her shoulder and jammed her finger up into the depths of his ass.

"Wahhhh!?...Mrs....Nahhh!...Blain!...That's soo...Ahhh...dirty!..." Steven wailed, lunging up on his tiptoes to try and evade his teacher's impaling digit. In doing so he strained upwards frantically into her clenched hand