A Teachers Tale Pt 02 New Beginings

Debh met with the girls at Malleny, Currie Chieftain's home ground where they loved to go and watch the Rugby games. Partly for the sport, a lot for the regular catch up with her old school friends from growing up in Balerno, and partly because she loved watching the players. Something about the physicality of the big stocky muscular guys colliding with each other at pace, the grinding struggle as one team tried to drive the other back in the battle to win a few yards, gain a little more ground in the never-ending battle for the try line.

It didn't quite get her wet, but watching those strong driving thighs and tight arses in the rucks and scrums definitely awoke a little spark deep inside her. Her "Insatiable horn", her pals Cathy and Devina would tease her.

Despite their teasing, Debh wasn't overly promiscuous, yeah, she'd had her share of sexual encounters. She was just a bit more adventurous than most when she did and had made the mistake of telling them about a few of them, like the time on the cable-car at the Nevis Ranges - but that's another story.

They had a cheek though, Cathy shagged her way through half of the guys on the course and at least one of the Lecturers, over his desk during the day, while they were at their teaching degree together at Stirling.

Devina was very happily married to Gregor a strapping red headed muscle bound stud, with 'a cock like a horse' as she'd described to them many times (Picture a stereotypical Highlander from a movie like Braveheart and you're not far off). She loved him dearly, and they fucked like rabbits by all accounts, but she was also in a long-term affair with her best friend Isla who she also loved dearly, and she shared far too much information with Deb & Cathy about it.

Yes, Gregor's cock had her running like a river and gushing every time, but the prolonged slow orgasms with Isla, she felt only another woman could understand the female body well enough to deliver those. Her tales of tongues, toys and Titan, Isla's colossal 12" strap-on where never ending. Debh and Cathy had tried to tease her that her vag must be like the Clyde tunnel between relentless pounding from 'The Horse', and 'The Titan', but Cathy, shameless as ever just replied "Who said it's my vag that they're pounding?"

They all had form, and they all knew it, and the teasing was frequent and fun and this was the kind of chat that they chuckled away with while having a few pre-match drinks in the clubhouse and then moved outside to the sidelines for the game and not long later the team started to take the field.

Watching the players come out, there were a few new faces in the squad and the girls were looking them over when all of a sudden Debh saw him, Kyle Cupar! "Fuck..." her jaw hanging open for a moment until she composed herself. It must be three, no, 4 years since she last saw him. He had struggled a bit in his final year after his mum left for to work in Dubai and it was just him and his dad. "Fuck.. Fuck fuck.. " Debh screamed in her head as she has sudden flashbacks to that last parent's night, to Kyles dad, to her hands spread on the interactive whiteboard while his dad's cock pounded into her, and she dreamt of it being his... Kyle's...

She realised with a start Devina and Cathy where both staring at her. "Debh? tell? you've just gone the colour of a tomato...

Debh recounted her story of the final year boy she'd had a serious crush on, and how parents evening with his dad had ended with his dads face between your thighs then him fucking her against the wall, well the whiteboard, and how the boy, was now the very handsome, hot as fuck, 6'5" second row man that had just taken to the field.

They all watched the first half in unusual silence. It would be fairer to say they all watched Kyle for the first half, Devina and Cathy could see the attraction, Debh had the weirdest sensation, when his dad had fucked her, in her head it was Kyle, and as she watched him drive into rucks and heave the scrums forward, she could almost feel him inside her again. Today, she was definitely wet watching the game.

She couldn't cope and at half time encouraged the girls into the clubhouse where they sat near a window and had a few glasses of wine as the second half played on. Debh's eyes invariably drifting back to the pitch every few minutes, until with about 10 mins to go, Kyle caught a knee to the face and came up with blood streaming from a burst eyebrow and a split on his cheek bone. He was subbed off for a blood injury and the rest of the game went on without him.

The final whistle blew, and while most supporters were still outside clapping the teams off the pitch, Debh went to the bar to get a round in before the rush. Standing there waiting on the barman to pour their wines, the breath was nearly knocked out of her by the voice over her shoulder, "Hey Miss Joiner! I didn't expect to see you here!", "Kyle!!" she replied, trying to feign surprise then remembering she'd just watched him play a match, so shouldn't be too surprised. "erm.. I'm not your teacher anymore", she recovered, "Call me Debh!!" feeling extremely awkward she carried on "Tough game out there today, you played well until you took that knock."

Surveying his bulk briefly, taking him in in his smart Club shirt and tie, freshly showered, his hair still wet, she could smell his freshly applied deodorant and aftershave, and a hint of that wintergreen scent that's synonymous with Rugby clubs, the craving in her groin instantly flaring up. "It looked like a sore one" she said tilting her head to look at the two cuts above and below the eye, but with steri-strips expertly applied by the club's medic.

"I'll live", he said, tilting his own head to show her the injury, a bit of pride in his manliness for his old teacher. "Can I buy you a drink" he offered, just as the three glasses of wine she'd ordered were set on the bar, "I've already ordered, let me get you one though" she replied, passing on the order for a pint of Belhaven Best as he requested. "Would you like to join us", she indicated the two girls at the table, and he said he would, that he had to join the teams for the after-match meal in a bit but they'd be 20-30 mins getting showered and cleaned up, so they went and sat down.

As the other supporters started to filter back into the clubhouse, Devina and Cathy, spotting another friend made their excuses and with very little tact left Debh and Kyle to it. "They chatted away, naturally, and more than once she caught his gaze on her cleavage before he quickly glanced away, but she'd by lying if she said she wasn't checking him out too. As the clubhouse grew louder, his head dipped in moving his ear closer to her mouth to hear her, she knew he was also using it as an excuse to look straight down her cleavage every time he did it, but she liked him looking at her, subtly pressing her shoulders back to slightly part her ample tits, taking slow deep breaths, partly to calm the craving in her core, but also so he could see her tits rise and fall, their moving curvature.

They talked about Uni, he'd been through in Glasgow doing Engineering at the Caledonian, he'd struggled in final year of school and not quite had the grades for Glasgow Uni, but it was a bit pretentious anyway. The Cally had suited him better, and he'd flourished there, doing well academically and playing rugby for the Uni, and she didn't doubt gaining some experience with women too.

He bought her a drink back and they chatted on, deep in conversation until one of his team-mates came to find him for the team dinner. "Sorry, I have to go for this" he said, "but will you be still be about in an hour or so?", she confirmed she's be around and as he stood to go, she stood too, he leaned in, put a hand on her waist and then awkwardly froze momentarily, deciding if it was appropriate to kiss your former teacher on the cheek, was it appropriate when you were just going for dinner, clearly a bit stuck and embarrassed, she made it easy for him, put a hand on his lean waist too and leant in to invite the kiss. His aftershave and the smell of his skin, his soft lips on her cheek, a smooth contrast to the day old stubble scraping her skin as he kissed her cheek. The hairs on her arm raising like something far more sensual had occurred between them. "Fuck me, I'm getting wetter" she thought to herself as he moved away, and the eagle-eyed girls moved straight back-in to catch up with the gossip.

"He's definitely into you" said Devina!, "Are you going to fuck him?" asked Cathy with her signature bluntness, then, "You can see who's got the bigger cock, the dad or the son!" Debh cringed with embarrassment, while Cathy cackled, deep down at the same time, hoping he would come back and see her after the meal.

Kyle was back about fifty minutes after leaving, and Debh noticed, with a deep internal glow, that none of the other players seemed to have filtered back in yet, was he keen? He made a bee-line straight for her and while the other two kept their seats at the other side of the table this time, the club was much busier now, and Debh and Kyle were alone in their conversation. Their chat flowed much more easily, both had a few drinks on board and the initial awkwardness was gone, except for the odd occasion where he conversationally touched her arm, and one in particular where he touched her leg, then the flashback was there, the man with a frame so like Kyle, his face between her thighs, grinding into her through her knickers, his firm tongue gouging them slightly into her.. her nipples hardened at the memory, obviously so in her low cut lycra crop top, the little ring through her left nipple obvious, and it was clear he had definitely noticed too, for his eyes kept glancing back at it, trying and failing to look away before she noticed. Which just made them even harder, looking at his lips as he spoke, imaging them closing around them, sucking on them, firmly, she hoped he sucked firmly.. "Fuck Debh,,, calm yourself, he's probably just having a drink with his old teacher.." she told herself, but longing for a lot more...

The early evening progressed and the chat got even easier and definitely flirtier, as some of the other rugby boys got rowdier, power for the course, celebrating the days win. Unfortunately, or fortunately, as it maybe turned out, one of them in a boisterous outburst managed to elbow Kyle in the cheek as he passed by on his way back to their table from the bar, spilling their drinks and tearing open his steri-strips. He arrived back at the table, apologetic, that he was going to have to head back over to his house in Fife to get cleaned up and get his face sorted, the medic had already left and, the game being over, they'd had locked the medical kit away.

"I'm just over at Balerno, it's only a 5 minute walk, and I'm a well stocked first aider!" Debh blurted out a little too enthusiastically, and very cheesily, but Kyle was equally enthusiastic in his acceptance, and a few minutes later they were out the door and on their way to Debh's flat, the filthy grins from Cathy and Devina saying they knew she'd be offering aid of various forms to Kyle tonight and to be fair, they weren't wrong!

She led him into the flat, and led him straight to the kitchen where she kept the first aid kit, sat him in a chair, and pulled another in close beside him, she felt silly as she automatically pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, as first aid training stipulated, but she carried on and cleaned the open would with an alcohol wipe, the bleeding had already slowed a lot from the pressure of him holding a tissue to it on their walk back, but as she wiped it and her focus returned to the first aid kit seeking the steri-strips, she, nor he, realised the wiping had started the bleeding again, as she turned back blood dripped from his cheek onto her jeans, he was so apologetic and polite about it, it amused her, she playfully shushed him with a finger on his lips, eyes connecting briefly as she did, finger holding just a second too long, she went back to leaning his wound again, her face a little flushed now (Fuck Debh.. this is going to happen).

She was leant in close again, his aftershave again finding her senses, a hint of copper too, from his blood, her heart was pounding as she carefully applied the strips one at a time. Moving back just a little as she applied the last one. "There you go, painless she said", he turned and said "Thank..." but found they were just inches apart now, and that was as far as he got before their chemistry pulled their mouths together, kissing him hungrily, him kissing back, tongue pressing between her lips, flickering around under her own, both of their breathing getting deeper and more heated.

After a few moments of passionate hungry kissing - she loved to kiss and it seemed he did too - his hand gripped her hair, firmly tilting her head backward, kissing down her windpipe to her collar bone, and around to the nape of her shoulder (Fuck, she loved that, his hot breath on her neck, his lips on her skin).

His firm hand seeking out her left breast, grasping it hungrily, not savagely, she liked a firm hand, he was on the firm side of firm - the right side. She felt his thumb press over her hard, pierced nipple, as if seeking confirmation of what he'd spotted earlier, her hands on his cheeks, guiding his mouth back up her neck and along her jawline, until their eyes were locked again and she playfully grabbed his tie, pulled her to him and bit his lip, hard enough for him to pull back and check she hadn't drawn blood, she hadn't, she pulled him back in,,while moving from her chair and straddling him, burying her tongue in his mouth, his hand firmly groping and exploring her tit, the other on the small of her back, grinding her against his hardness.

She had felt him harden, even through both pairs of denim, she could feel her heat building too, already very wet as his hands slid to her waist and gripped the edges of her top, peeling it upward over her waist and over her full, but firm tits, she'd always been proud of them, and as he threw her top aside, and he seamlessly slid her bra straps off her shoulders, she remembered him in class, catching him looking at her tits, secretly craving him then, now he was burying his mouth between them, kissing his way down her cleavage as her cups fell aside and his hands caressed her flesh with both hands then just one, his mouth moving deeper between her generous cleavage, she felt a twang on her back and felt the bra drop away completely, "mmmm sneaky boy, i never even felt you doing that!", she teased then gripping his hair this time, she led his mouth to her aching nipple, the unpierced one, what she wanted clear...

His hot mouth closed around it, she felt him firmly start to suck, the slight tugging sensation as he drew her into the heat of his mouth, his teeth gently biting around her aureola, his tongue flickering firmly from the bottom edge of it up the underside of her nipple to the tip, sending a deep shudder of pleasure right through her..

One hand pinning his face there, sucking on her tit, the other frantically pulling his tie from him, clumsily unfastening his buttons, her hand sliding in onto his skin, only then realising she still had the rubber gloves on..

He looked down at her hand, then back up to her eyes with a raised eyebrow and a naughty smile crossed his lips, "kinky.." he joked, she decided there and then to just go with it..

Opening his shirt all the way, gloved fingers moving over his skin, over his nipples, gripping them both hard, pinching them firmly, hard enough for him to gasp and grasp her wrists, her turn for a naughty smile, suddenly un-straddling him, walking around behind him, picking up his tie, tying his wrists together behind his back, then moving around in front of him again.. Standing over him, pinching his nipples again, as hard as she wanted this time, watching him gasp from the ache, leaning in, kissing him, biting his lip again.

Her hands sliding down his torso to his waist, unfastening his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, opening his fly wide, stepping back, looking down at her own stained jeans, "About time i got these bloody trousers off" she said with a smirk. Turning, unbuttoning them slipping them down over her hips, slowly revealing the curves of her arse to him, not one of those boney little asses, a proper arse with enough to grab hold of, or give a good spanking, if that was your thing. Sliding them down her thighs, stepping out, and steeping forward again, in nothing but her knickers.

Her hand slid into his jeans, over his boxers, griping him through them, rigid, long and thick thick in her grasp. About the same length as his dad's she thought to herself with a flush, trying to sweep the thought aside but quite a bit girthier and his dad had girth. "Fuck you're hard.. " she exclaimed as she started working his cock through his boxers, "entirely your fault" he replied. She liked that.. "good answer!" she replied gripping him a little firmer, stroking a little deeper.

With one gloved hand she pulled out the waistband of his boxers, with the other she took hold of his long girthy shaft, again, gripping it firmly, her palm cupping his swollen head, twisting, massaging it. Precum flowing from him generously, lubricating him in her gloved hand as she started to wank him, focusing just on his sensitive head for now, eliciting heavenly gasps and groans with every stroke.

She leaned in close to his face as her hand slid back and forth, the glove shining with is precum and watched the pleasure in his face as she slowly, started to take longer strokes on him, from his tip to his hilt, wanking his firm member. A slow river of precum flowing from him, enough to coat his whole glistening shaft in her gloved hand. (Fuck she couldn't wait to feel his cock inside her, to taste him.. mmm..)

"Lets get these jeans off you too", she said, heaving on the waistband, tied or not, he managed to lift his arse in compliance, allowing her to tug both the jeans and boxers down around his ankles and over his feet. Standing between his feet, pushing them outward with her own, taking complete control reaching down between his thighs with her other hand, grasping his full ball sack, squeezing them, just a little too hard, making him gasp with pain, as her other hand massages his sensitive tip, making him gasp with pleasure.

Her finger and thumb gripping above his balls, but below his shaft, closing between them and his body, tightening, his full balls straining against his ball sack, as her clenched finger and thumb tugged them away from his shaft, his skin taught and tight, shiny over his balls, her other hand relentlessly, firmly twisting around and wanking his swollen engorged head..

"You're a very leaky boy" she said to Kyle, "I think I'd like to taste that precum, would you like that?". "God yes", he groaned in pleasure, a tighter squeeze of his ball sack to balance the pleasure with a little more pain, "or would you prefer I suck on these big full balls first?" then kneeling, looking up at him, as if awaiting an answer... "my cock, suck my cock please.." he gasped. "Kyle, Kyle, Kyle..." she started to stroke his cock against her face, brushing his tip over her lips, pulling his skin back hard, hand sliding right to the base of his shaft, her eyes locked on his as she extended the flat of her tongue, approaching his tip with it, then pulling back.

"I am in charge for now.. have you not noticed?" dropping her mouth between his thighs, tongue flicking over his sack, pressing between his balls taking one into her mouth, sucking firmly, his gasps showing he'd not complaint at not getting his way. Then the other into her mouth, sucking it hungrily, opening her mouth as wide as she could, forcing both balls into it, it was a struggle, pushing her face into his groin to stop either escaping as her tongue flickered around them in her mouth. He was shuddering in sensitive pleasure, her hand still working his shaft too.