When I arrived he introduced me around and I found myself sitting and talking to Freya, who had a Swedish mother but had been born in the UK. Freya was quiet and quite hard work to talk to but she was pretty, very blonde and had a wonderful smile. But as much as I tried to focus on her, a couple of the other girls in the group would interrupt as they drank more and more. The worst of the group were Claire and Jo who I found out later were her housemates. Quite a Trilogy!
Subsequent to the evening I learnt from Steve that Freya, Claire and Jo shared a house and all taught at the same school. A local 11-18 mixed school - in England we would call it a Comprehensive School. My new friend Steve had been at college with Claire and after my comments to him about my thoughts on the three ladies, especially Freya, he explained to me some of the background.
Claire, who taught Gym and Sports (or whatever it is called today!) had a reputation at College of being a willing and easy fuck, he said they had fucked a few times but in his words there was nothing serious between them just friends with benefits. They usually fucked after Claire got drunk and horny. She was athletic and into Hockey in a big way. Apparently this had continued on into her teaching - the easy and willing fucking and the Hockey, not his friends with benefits relationship.
Jo taught Science and he had met her through Claire and admitted he wanted to bed her, but she was always with Claire and he felt it might prove difficult for his friendship with Claire.
Freya taught English and he said she was known amongst the group as "The Ice Queen". This was a joke because of her Swedish heritage and Steve said that they all thought she was cold and difficult to break the ice with. Some of the group thought that maybe she was only attracted to women. I agreed that I had the same problem and had found her difficult to talk to, but somehow the most attractive and intriguing. Steve said this was why Claire and Jo were always joking with her and that I should ignore it.
A couple of weeks later Steve said he was invited to a party and some of the girls would be there and would I like to go. As he knew the host he said he did not think it would be a good party and had arranged to meet his mates later in the pub if I wanted to come as well. By the time we arrived loads of people were drunk (in Liverpool everyone drinks a lot - it's a port city) Claire was on the sofa and looked like she was "wearing" the guy she was kissing and feeling. She was openly rubbing at his cock through his jeans, eventually she pulled him up and they left together, heading off I guessed for another more quiet and discreet place, No need to guess what they were planning on doing. It was not long before Steve said he was bored and was heading off to the pub to meet his mates. I said I would hang around a bit and maybe see them later.
After Steve left, I went into the kitchen to get a drink and I bumped into Jo also getting a drink in the kitchen. I thought that maybe Steve had missed a big chance with Jo that night. We started to chat and she asked if I had seen Claire this evening. I commented that she looked like she was wearing someone on the sofa and had just disappeared towards another room. Claire raised her eyebrows and said that meant Claire was probably.as always, enjoying the party. I thought back to what Steve had said about always fucking Claire when she was drunk and horny. I guessed that was her state and she had already found her Steve substitute for the night!
Claire then asked if I had seen Freya since that night as it seemed I was getting along well and that Freya had said that she had enjoyed talking with me, which she said was quite an admission from The Ice Queen as she called her giggling with the drink she had obviously already consumed. Jo explained Freya was a popular teacher at the school with both staff and students. The drinks were making her loose with her comments and she said it was probable that most of the older college boys she taught were masturbating over her and would be envious of anyone who got to fuck Miss Freya, If I was that lucky enough, as she said "To Break the Ice". I was embarrassed but Jo giggled again thinking it was a good joke to make. Jo reacted to my reddening face and suggested I drink up and loosen up as there were other ladies who might be more interesting, she paused then finished the sentence with the words....and available! She smiled and put her drink down before closing her arms around my neck loosely. She smiled and said as Freya was not at the party maybe I would like to enjoy her company instead. It had been a few weeks since I had last been with a woman I was very tempted by Jo's interest. The kitchen was noisy and full (that's always a good party!) and we had to be quite close to each other to talk. I said let's dance a bit and see how things progressed. She nodded and dropped her arms from my neck. I looked disappointed until she took my hand and lead me into the other room to dance.
We danced together for a quite a time, not much space but then that meant we had to dance slow and tight together. I was sure she could feel my hardness, as I felt her hips grind into me. We kissed as we danced, this was as close I had been to a woman for a while and all seemed to be going in the right direction and I was thinking how would I take it to the next level when Claire returned looking a drunken mess.
She saw us and came over flung her arms around both of us in drunken greeting. Then started loudly telling Jo all about the sex she had just had. She then said she wanted to dance, asking if I wanted to dance with her. Jo looked annoyed that Claire had interrupted us in her drunken state and suggested she go off and find the guy she had just been fucking to dance with. This was not where I wanted to be in the middle of a possession game. Claire stuck out her tongue at Jo in a friendly way, laughed and went off to find the guy. Jo watched her go and then turned to me, said she was sorry but she felt that maybe it was more important for her to get Claire home before she caused any problems as she often did when she was so drunk. I did not have any other option than to agree to help.
It took a lot of persuasion and quite a while but together we got Claire to leave the party and got her safely down the stairs from the apartment and into the street. By now she could hardly stand up. I held onto her as Jo tried to get a taxi to stop. Taxis are always cruising in Liverpool at night and are used to drunk people. I almost felt like I was wearing Claire as she clung onto me talking in a drunken way about how good the guy had fucked her, but she was sure I would be better and asking about my cock trying to feel it as she pressed her body up close out of necessity to continue standing. My reaction to her attention was as expected and she whispered loudly in my ear that I felt big to her and she wanted me.
Fortunately, Jo had stopped a taxi and we bundled Claire in to the space between us. The motion of the taxi soon had her falling into a drunken sleep. Jo shrugged her shoulders and asked if I would help her get her to bed when we got to their house and then maybe we could have some coffee. I took this as a positive sign that Jo was still interested in me.
We were soon at their house, I paid the taxi and we got Claire into the dark house. If Freya was there she must be in her room asleep. Claire said we needed to get her up the stairs to her room. After the problems of getting Claire away from the party, down the stairs, and in and out of the taxi, I decided to be the strong dominant man and picked her up in my arms. Jo helped her to put her arms round my neck for stability and went ahead as slowly I walked up step by step to her bedroom where we laid her on the bed. She was out cold, but honestly my cock was still stiff if not hard after carrying her so close and now looking down at her, dress drawn up showing her pink panties which I guessed must have been cum soaked from earlier. Her hair was a mess, as was her makeup. Jo took my arm and said we should leave her. We went back downstairs and into the kitchen. Jo started to make some coffee and I was ready to take up any offer that might come with the invitation for coffee.
Then I froze as I heard a soft voice behind me asking Jo if Claire was drunk yet again? I turned to see Freya standing there in a short dark silk robe with just a sash holding it closed. She smiled when she saw it was me, said Hello as she blushed.
Jo nodded and said that I had helped her get Claire home and up to bed and how grateful she was to me for the help. Freya smiled and said something like how lucky she was to have "knight in shining armour" to help. Jo said we were about to have a coffee in a direct sort of way which was clearly meant to say ....just the two of us! Freya said now she had been woken up maybe she would have one as well. The look Jo gave Freya was priceless. I had a real dilemma. My cock wanted Freya to leave so that Jo and I could get down to the "coffee plus" activities, but my head wanted Freya to stay, especially in the silk robe, so I could enjoy her company again. The cock tease was asleep upstairs, the current cock hardener was sitting in front of me and the Ice Queen still needed to be melted! My Trilogy challenge was still there.
Jo made the coffee and we went into the lounge, I kept quiet as the two discussed Claire, Freya asking how bad had she been? Jo indicated it was usual Claire. Drank fast, got drunk, danced a lot and found a guy. Freya reacted saying that she could guess what happened next. Jo nodded and said yes. Freya seemed very cool and detached, well within the Ice Queen image. She indicated they would have to talk to her and then turned to me and thanked me for helping Jo.
As the conversation continued I could see my chance with Jo that night slipping away, but then at least I was building relations with Freya and Jo was good company anyway. After about half an hour, I decided that it was not going to happen and I said I would have to go as I had a distance to walk. I got up said my goodbye to Freya and said I hoped we would see each other again. She smiled and said for sure we would. Jo followed me into the hallway and apologised that Freya had been there and asked for my mobile number so we could fix to meet up sometime soon. Although I knew my friend Steve had the hots for Jo, I was not going to let that get in the way of potentially burying my cock inside her myself! I happily gave it to her and asked for hers in exchange. She kissed me gently and gave me a hug before I went out of the door.
As I walked home I was trying to process the evening. Steve had introduced me to three very different teachers and Claire getting drunk had given me the in to their house and one phone number. I had not had sex in a few months, knew few people in this new city and now there seemed a chance my sexual drought might end with Jo, even though it was Freya that still attracted me. Could I melt the Ice Queen?
Once I got back to my apartment that night I blew a massive load as my mind switched between Freya, The Ice Queen, the drunken Claire lying on her bed with her pink panties showing and the fantasy of Jo stripping in front of me in their lounge. When I woke on the Sunday morning I was still hard and blew another load. Knowing that later that day I would have to wash the sheets!!!
The next encounter with the Teachers was a surprise. The next day I got a text (remember when this happened this was 20 years ago!) from Claire saying that Jo had given her my number and she wanted to apologise to me for last night and she would like to buy me a drink if I was free anytime next week to say sorry in person.
I was not sure how to respond. Had Freya and Jo suggested it or was she working on her own initiative. If she was working this idea on her own this might upset the developing relationship with the other ladies. If she was doing it at their suggestion it would be another chance to build the interaction with them. I decided not to respond until I had spoken with Steve the next day at work.
I told Steve the next day about getting Claire home and having coffee with Jo and Freya, not all the details and certainly not about the text, but enough to get his comments. He said he was not surprised by Claire at the party, OK she had a reputation, but she was very drunk and not to judge her too quickly as she was always fun company. He said that he thought it had been suggested they all, including Freya were planning to meet up the next weekend for a pizza. If I wanted to come he would make sure I got invited. I said for sure!
I made a decision to risk it and sent a text back saying yes to the invitation and after a couple of return texts we agreed to meet in a wine bar Claire suggested later in the week.
I was apprehensive as I walked towards the wine bar, the image of drunken Claire, clothes and make up messed up lying on the bed exposing her panties filled my mind. As I walked in she waved at me from a table against the wall in a corner. She already had a bottle of wine on the table and was well into her first glass.......was this going to be a mistake?
I sat down opposite, she smiled said she was pleased I had decided to come and asked if I wanted wine or a beer. I chose wine and she poured me a glass. She raised hers and we touched glasses. She looked good, dressed in a blouse and skirt and less make up than at the weekend. As we started to make small talk she was more measured than the previous times we had met, maybe she was not feeling she had to play to the crowd, maybe she was trying to be restrained.
After a bit of small talk, she dropped her eyes so she was not looking directly at me and apologised for Saturday night. I said not to worry, she responded that Freya had been very cross and threatened to throw her out of the house. I learnt that it was Freya that rented the house and that she sub-let to Jo and Claire. Jo had said she had my number and well here we were. She said she understood that I had carried her upstairs and that was kind of me and she laughed saying that Jo had also said that she had invited me to stay for coffee, but that Freya had got in the way. Well that clarified one thing for me. But I wondered why Jo had not contacted me after the night.
I said that Steve and I had talked and he had said it seemed a bit out of character as he had known you for a few years. Claire topped up our glasses and said she wanted to share something with me about Saturday to try and explain things better. I said OK.
Claire started to talk about being a Sports teacher and how difficult it could be at times. The younger pupils were fine but the sixth form (17-18 years) could be a challenge. With all the hormones and in a mixed school, sometimes she found it difficult. She was frequently in the changing rooms with the girls - young ladies - from the sports teams and apart from being jealous at some of their young bodies, she overheard their gossip. So she knew more than most teachers what was happening between the pupils. Like who was fucking who and which of the boys - young men - were the most endowed. She said this was a prelude to Saturday. I did not understand but continued to listen.
That afternoon she and one of the male sports teachers had taken the male and female field hockey teams on a coach to an away game against another school. On the way back there was a lot of noise and changing seats at the back, she went to find out what was going on and found they were crowding round a couple sitting together, as she approached there had been frantic activity but not enough to cover up what had been going on. The girl - young lady - was trying to pull back down her sports shirt and at the same time pull up her tracksuit bottom with limited success. The boy or young man sitting next to her was trying to stuff his cock back into his tracksuit. Claire added that his cock looked as hard as an iron rod and measured up to the changing room comments that he was amazingly well hung.
Claire said she was not sure exactly how to deal with the situation and told them she would want to talk to them both on the Monday morning, but both were now off the team! Claire added that when she went back to the front and explained what she had discovered to the sports master with her, he just laughed and asked who it was. When she explained he said he had had trouble with the girl before making improper suggestions to him. Claire had to agree that she was one of the most difficult of the senior girls. He said he was surprised at the guy as he was usually quiet and studious. Claire commented to me that as quiet and studious as his image was with the teachers, she had no doubt all the girls knew what he was packing!
I was not sure how this impacted on Claire's behaviour that evening, but she looked very flushed at sharing the story with me. She took another big drink of her wine before continuing saying how much it had upset her. She was worried about how to deal with the situation back at school and kept thinking about it. When she got back to the house she had found a bottle of vodka and had several large glasses to steady her nervousness. This was something she said she never did and had realised just how much she had drunk before she got to the party. At the party she had drunk wines and mixing her drinks had caused her to be so drunk. Now I understood better, but Claire did not stop at that, she went on to add that she could not get the sight of his cock out of her mind. She looked directly at me saying she had no idea a 18 year old could be that big. This combined with the drink had made her, as she noted, super horny that night.
I was not sure how to react, Claire was being honest and open with me, sharing something in a way I would personally never have done. The reason why she was drunk was one thing but describing a pupil's cock seemed to be something maybe she should not have shared. I carefully steered the conversation onto questions about the school and her teaching. She was fine with this, almost as if she had made her confession and now relaxed with it!
We ordered another bottle of wine and some pizza and had an enjoyable evening together. Once relaxed and away from the crowd I was enjoying her company. She was an attractive and intelligent woman and her teacher's skill for observation was interesting. Maybe I had been wrong in my first impression of a frat party girl who had not yet grown out of the college lifestyle?
Eventually she said she should go and asked me if I would ask the wine bar if they could call a taxi. I said I would walk but she said we should share a taxi. I agreed and knew I would be the first dropped off. I asked the bar to fix a taxi, we paid and went outside where the taxi was already waiting.
We got in and sat in silence as the taxi pulled off. Then Claire shuffled closer and said she never really thanked me for carrying her upstairs to bed. Next thing I know her tongue is trying to check out my tonsils. She was a good kisser - plenty of practice I guess - we broke the embrace and she fixed her eyes on me and said thank you and added that I could carry her up to bed again anytime I wanted. We sank into another long passionate kiss. The taxi driver pulled up outside my apartment block and I had a decision to make. My cock had already made up its mind, my head just had to follow.
I said that there were no stairs, just an elevator if she wanted a coffee. I remember the smile as she said she did not want a coffee, but she knew she needed one! I had to tip a lot to the disgruntled taxi driver as he was not going to get his double drop off promised.
We got out of the taxi holding hands. We kissed again by the block door and then went up to my apartment. Right then I had forgotten the Ice Queen and Jo. Maybe I was not wrong with my first impression after all, Claire just needed sex and maybe I was just a substitute for the well hung pupil she was lusting after?
We hardly got through the door and shut it behind us before Claire's tongue was jousting with my tonsils again. I felt her body pressing hard against mine and for sure she could feel the hardness she had caused. When we broke the embrace, I apologised for the mess. She looked around and asked if I was going to show her the rest of my apartment.
We were in the lounge with a kitchen in the corner, all that was left was the bedroom. She walked towards the bedroom paused at the open door and said there was still an opportunity to lift her onto the bed, like before? I laughed picked her up in my arms, stepped forward a couple of paces and then lowered her onto the bed. She rolled over onto her back. She was giggling a lot, I guessed from the wine and said she wanted to thank me properly......she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her bra and cleavage. This time there was no head versus cock debate, nor any Ice Queen to interrupt us, and we were way past the need for coffee.
By the time I had composed myself she was unclipping her skirt and shuffling it down her legs, displaying her hold up tights and cute pink panties. I stood at the end of the bed and took my shirt off. She whistled acknowledging how she liked my very hairy chest. I was hesitating because I knew what was about to happen and I was interested in her reaction. I unbuttoned my trousers. I guess her eyes were focused the opening gap at the top of my trousers as I wriggled them down my legs and stepped out of them.
My Y-fronts outlined the bulge that they held constrained. I moved to sit on the bed next to her as her hand reached forward and rested on the significant bulge. I had always kept private that I had a very thick cock with more than average length. Given that most men exaggerate, I never needed to but neither did I ever boast about it. But from experience I knew ladies either said they couldn't take it, which had been very few or came back for more!
I suggested she take off her bra and Claire lifted her hands back up and behind her unclipping her bra and letting her more than adequate breasts hang free. For some reason I was expecting the ‘cock queen' to have large dark nipples and was surprised at her small, light pink nipples, just like a young girls! She was still giggling as her hands went back to the bulge in my Y-Fronts. She looked up at me, smiled and then pulled the waist band down with both hands. My fat cock sprung free. She gasped, swore and closed her hand almost around its girth! I got the feeling instantly she was going to be one of the "come back for more" ladies rather than a rejecter!
Making complimentary comments about its size, she took no time in dropping her head and starting to lick and squeeze it. After my sex drought I was ready to explode but I knew I had to keep control. Although she continued to kiss and lick my cock she made no attempt to suck it, just a few kisses on its head. I wondered if she worried that either it might be difficult for her to take or maybe that I might be too rough and make her gag. For sure neither would have been the case. She just seemed to purr like a kitten, not at all the cock hungry lady I had expected. It was becoming clearer that the public displays and the private desires were a conundrum and maybe there was more to Claire than I had originally thought!
However much I was enjoying the new kitten Claire rather than the cock queen I was finding it difficult to hold back. I did not want to lose a potential fuck by cumming over her hands or on her face. I pulled her head up and kissed her hard and then pushed her back on the bed and literally climbed on top of her. She lay back smiling, eyes almost glazed over and asked me to take care, but to fuck her. She was a lot more explicit in her language, quiet and encouraging, complimentary, but dirty. I needed no further encouragement. I positioned my cock ready to penetrate her, but she stopped me and asked if I would mind if she controlled how I entered her. I nodded and let her guide my cock. Then I understood why, she was much tighter than I had expected after what Steve had said about her. She helped me enter her and the first inch or two was fine. Then I tried to push and she screamed out for me to stop. She was gasping deeply and asked me to be slower. My cock was about to explode, but her wishes needed to be respected. She relaxed and another inch went in, I pulled back, she screamed again, I pushed again and this time the penetration was much deeper, she screamed out again but this time with a string of dirty words to encourage me to do her, do her quick and do her hard! She now knew she could take everything I had to offer.
The next five minutes were possible the noisiest sex I had ever had, once through the entry barrier, I could feel she was tight and knew that I was touching places inside her that thinner cocks never do, this is something I have been told by more than a few ladies. She pushed hard against me her hips rising and falling trying to pull me in deeper. Eventually I could just not hold back and blew what I felt was a massive balls emptying load deep inside her. At which point she fell silent, her body tensed up and her eyes closed. After she told me she had passed out for a few seconds, so intense was the feeling. After all the noise she had absorbed her orgasm internally!
We lay there until my cock softened enough to pull out easily. I rolled off her and we lay in silence for quite some time. I suggested coffee, she smiled and said no she had to go as tomorrow was a school day. I said it was the best thank you I had ever received. She asked me if she could thank me again sometime soon and I agreed. She then got up and showered, it was then I saw the massive dark stain on the sheets, she hadn't felt too wet when I was inside her, but I guess she had been leaking a lot of love juice, which was mixed in with globules of my cum.
After the shower I called her a taxi. Our goodbye seemed awkward, but we promised to text each other. I went to bed exhausted, the night had not turned out as I had expected, but at least I had had my first fuck in months with the promise of more.
Claire sent me a text the next day asking if I was going to come to the pizza night. I was not sure how she might be in the group now? Did I want everyone to know? Would that happen anyway even if I didn't go? I said I might be going away at the weekend and would let her know. The following day Steve came over to me in the office and asked if I was going to the pizza night as it seemed he had heard that I was making a favourable impression on the Teachers. I said I was planning to be away after all that weekend and would give it a miss. Later in the day I got a text from Jo saying she would like to meet up but that right now was not a good time and she would explain when we did meet up, maybe at the pizza night? I responded that I would be away at the weekend but maybe next week. We left it that she would contact me the next week, I was relieved at least my fucking with Claire did not seem to have screwed up my chance to do the same with Jo.
Early the next week I met up with Claire in the same bar, but this time did not hang around there long, just a drink or two and some preliminary chat. We were both sending out the messages to each other that this was not about a relationship but pure lust for sex. We were soon back at my apartment where we revived the sexual encounters. This time Claire said she was ready to take my cock in her mouth, but asked me not to cum in her mouth. But it was hard not to as I looked down at her big eyes wide open and her mouth tightly closed around my thick cock.
We fucked a couple of times, tried a few sexual positions and learnt a lot more about each other. I began to realise that the issue at the back of the team coach was still on her mind. It kept coming up in conversation and I got the impression she was having difficulty teaching the young guy. It seemed he was always challenging her now, with very much more bravado than before. It seemed the young buck was trying his luck with the teacher close to the end of the school year and was having an impact. He knew, she knew he was hung and I got the impression he was flirting with her and she was finding it hard to resist. Maybe he was tempting her to cross the boundary? The illusion that they were all young guys had been blown, she said this guy was bigger than almost all the cocks she had experienced, but she said she did exclude mine! She said it had started her thinking about which and how many of the other older class she taught were also that big. This was certainly messing with her head, but it deed seem to be driving on her sexual appetite.
By the end of the evening, as much as I was enjoying the sex, I had decided it was all getting a bit too much like I was the listening post and maybe I should be pursuing Jo a little harder and walking away from the first of the Trilogy of teachers and focusing on the next. It was not as if a door had closed, but another one had already opened,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to be continued.
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