Matty Scores a Hat-trick - Sex Stories

Matty Scores a Hat-trick

... week, same time.'

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I was wearing a shortie, summer weight dressing gown. Parts of it were translucent, but it was moving around on me so that only glimpses of the arousing bits appeared from time to time. I opened the door, and as soon as he crossed the threshold I threw my arms around his necked, locked my lips onto his and began a takeover of his mouth with my urgent tongue. I took him by the hand and more or less dragged him through into the kitchen.

'Get your kit off,' I ordered, and I stood in front of him and lifted my gown to expose my pussy, which I began furiously massaging. Then I turned and lifted the back to give a fine view of my tempting rump. I pulled the buttocks aside to reveal the secret they concealed, reached through my legs to start to stroke what had been disclosed.

Matty still had his tee shirt and boxers on. If I'd been strong enough I would have ripped them off him, but I had to settle for pulling the tee-shirt over his head and pulling the boxers down, lifting his feet to release them and chucking them over my shoulder.

'Come on baby, I'm dripping for you, what are you going to do about it?' While I said this I had hold of his now stiffened cock and was towing him towards the table. He got the message and grabbed my hair, pulled me round up to the table and pushed my head down. I got my forearms on the table and leant on it.

He still had hold of my hair, and was preventing me raising my head. Did I care?

'I suspect you've been ...

... thinking naughty thoughts about me and my cock, haven't you Mrs M?

'Yes Matty, I've been terribly naughty, and I need punishing. Please.'

I knew that he had a bit of an obsession with my bottom, and I was giving him an opportunity to enjoy his obsession and exercise some power over his teacher.

'How many spanks do you think you deserve Jenny? I think that five on each buttock would be appropriate, don't you?'

'Oh yes Matty. I really need to be taught a lesson. What will you do when you've spanked me Matty? Do you think you'll put your rod up my cunt?'

'Would you like that Jenny? Is your cunt wanting to be filled up and ploughed? We'll have to see, won't we?'

He spanked me. Hard enough to hurt and warm my buttocks, and also hard enough to send little thrills through those other parts that I hoped would soon be joining in the party.

He got to the last one; I was relieved... and sorry.

'What would you like me to do now Jenny? Is your cunt all warm and wet? Is it longing to be filled with Matty's stiff cock? Tell me Jenny.'

I did.

It came into me like a rocket; no preambles as he could see the state of the target, and I guess he was pretty worked up himself. I was amazed he lasted so long, and in this position - him standing, me bent over the table - he could move easily, so his insertion was multi-directional, and I felt as if all parts of my birthing passage had been thoroughly explored. When he finally released his charge I was ready for it and ...