{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"9319d018-7f20-4cb4-a8d0-65db149edd0d","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-03-01T14:10:12.388Z","title":"Corkscrew (Vignette)","slug":"corkscrew-vignette","shortId":"5eM5qllY","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A short and nasty little vignette, featuring an adult (male) student and his milf teacher.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"7a247079-426e-43a7-a8fd-6507aba68817","title":null,"summary":"\nCorkscrew (Vignette) \n\n\n\n\n“…NOW THAT I HAD THE\nFUCKING BIG-TITTED TEACHER TIED SPREAD ON THE BED I ","wordCount":1209,"readTime":6,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nCorkscrew (Vignette) \n

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

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

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

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

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\nThe next class Tommy gave Ms\nPepper nasty looks all through the English class at getting a C-. But\nwhat had he expected? It was a terrible piece of literature, even\nignoring the subject matter. \n

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

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

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\nAt ten o’clock the following\nnight Ms Pepper, dressed in her best black, lacy underwear let Tommy\ninto her home. Ms Pepper’s 42 inchers were barely contained by the\nfabric of the underwired brassiere. The panties were tiny, no more\nthan a G string. Earlier that evening, feeling very naughty, Ms\nPepper had shaved off all of her pubic hair, so that she was smooth\nfor Tommy. \n

\n\tTommy’s eyes boggled at\nseeing his tutor in such deshabille. He didn’t say anything. What\nwas there to say? The object of his fantasies was dressed like in his\ndreams. It was clear that this was going to be an interesting\nevening. But he had come prepared, anyway.

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

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

\n\t“Yeah, I’d love to.”\nTommy said. “I’ve brought my own stuff.”

\n\tTommy got some tough leather\ncords out of the pocket of his leather jacket.

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

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

\n\t“Oh. Okay.” she muttered,\nbeginning to feel a little reluctant. But she let Tommy strap it into\nher mouth.

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

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

\n\tTommy then went back to the\nbindings, tightening and stretching them as much as he could, and he\nwas a strong guy.

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

\n\t“Shut up cunt, I’ve only\njust begun.” Johnny sneered. He got a flick-knife out of his jacket\npocket. He flicked out the blade, and cut off Ms Pepper’s expensive\nknickers and brassiere. He threw the brassiere across the room. But\nhe folded up the cut knickers and put them in a pocket of his jacket.\nThey were his trophy. \n

\n\t“Mmmph.”

\n\t“Eager for my cock, are\nyou?” Tommy got between Ms Pepper’s legs, and slowly introduced\nhis massive erection into her. Despite the fact that she was wet it\nwas a struggle to get inside her. Nearly every girl was tight when\nfucked by Tommy.

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

\n\tShe didn’t see Tommy reach\ninto his leather jacket, as he neared his own orgasm. Her eyes were\nstill closed.

\n\t“Ready for this? Here it\ncomes, like in that story.”

\n\tMs Pepper’s eyes flicked\nopen. Tommy had a very sharp looking corkscrew in his right hand, the\nsharp point almost touching the dimple in her engorge left nipple. \n

\n\t“MMMPH!”

\n\t“Yeah, I knew you’d like\nthat story.” Tommy said as he came deep inside Ms Pepper’s cunt,\nscrewing and screwing the corkscrew down into her breast through her\nnipple…

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\nThe End.

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