Langley Circle Formation Ch 06

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. Thank you for reading. All feedback is greatly appreciated.

Thanks for coming back for another instalment. This episode showcases a lack of control during punishment play and a lot of flirting between young adults and more mature ones.

Previously on Langley Circle... Josh entered into an exciting and somewhat challenging relationship with his step-mum, which has seen him accepting some responsibility for her actions. Meanwhile Beth was feeling vulnerable when Megan met up with Felicity for an evening of drinks and fun.

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Season Two, Episode Six

Josh stood in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at Trudy as she worked at the sink. He struggled to control the plethora of emotions broiling inside him, the most prominent being anger. He was angry, although he didn't have the right to be, did he?

He had been seething with jealousy last night when Trudy had gone on her date. It wasn't that he didn't like Dave, the bloke seemed nice enough, and they'd gotten on well during the Parker's barbecue at the weekend, but Trudy was his. Josh was in charge... Wasn't he?

Josh took a few deep breaths, blinking rapidly as he tried to think straight. He wasn't an idiot; he knew Trudy wasn't really his to control. However, she had totally submitted to him over the weekend, so maybe... Damn, he was so confused.

Josh needed more time to figure things out. Perhaps he should just grab a quick snack and head off to school, and try to put it out of his mind for now. He'd be polite to Trudy of course, then later, after he had calmed down and had a chance to ruminate on things, hopefully he'd be in a better position to sort this all out. It didn't help that all these thoughts and feelings were wrapped up in a tangle of sexual frustration, fuelled in no small way by the sight of her this morning.

Josh frowned. What was she even doing here; shouldn't she be at work? Then again, he was only here because he had a free period first thing. It was only nine, however Trudy would normally already be at work, but she wasn't even dressed, and that was a large part of the cause of his sexual frustration. She wore only pyjamas, three quarter length pants and a thin top that barely reached to her belly button. She wasn't doing anything special, just washing dishes at the sink, humming happily as she did so, but still she looked fantastic. Her bum swayed back and forth, the impression of the cleft between her bum cheeks clearly visible beneath the tight pyjama pants, and her enormous breasts jiggled as she worked. He was getting hard simply by watching her, and it was very difficult to stick to his plan. Grab a quick breakfast and head out. Be polite, but don't engage more than you need to. How hard could it be?

"Morning honey." Trudy's melodious voice broke him from his introspection. She smiled broadly. "Coffee?"

"Umm... Please. Yeah coffee would be er... good." Josh forcibly broke eye contact and moved to the table, which had been laid ready for a full breakfast. He frowned. "What are you doing?"

Trudy turned to him with a smirk. "Making breakfast." She finished at the sink and shifted over to the kettle, an intoxicating aroma of her perfume filling his nostrils, mixing with the smell of bacon, which he hadn't previously noticed.

Josh glanced at the grill, then at the two places set at the table. Oh shit, Had Dave stayed over? The blood began to thrum in his veins as the anger rose once more. The smell of perfume intensified as she bent to kiss him on the cheek. He let out a breath, his body tense and jittery.

"You ok?" Trudy asked.

"Yeah fine," Josh replied tersely. "Who's the bacon for?"

"You of course," she replied, a bemused look on her face.

Josh frowned up at her. "Oh."

"You mentioned you had a free this morning, so I thought I'd send you on your way with a decent breakfast inside you." She reached over and deposited a cup of coffee in front of him.

Josh smiled as he inhaled the pleasant aroma of the steam that curled off the top of the mug. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I've got a client meeting not far from here at ten thirty; I'll head into the office after that."

Josh relaxed back in his chair, his mood improving as he took a sip of coffee. Perhaps his earlier reaction had been unfair, but his stomach still tightened at the thought of Trudy on a date last night.

She bent down and placed a finger on his chin, turning his head to face her. Her gleaming hazel eyes studied him for long moments before a light frown creased her forehead. "You sure you're ok?"

Josh was mesmerised for a few moments, unable to make his mouth work. He let his gaze drift lower to where her expansive cleavage was all but spilling from her pyjama top.

Trudy grinned. "Oh I see, perhaps you're just distracted." She giggled as she gently shook her chest, prompting the acreage of creamy flesh to become hypnotically mobile.

Finally, Josh tore his gaze up to her face, a spark igniting within him as their eyes met. The air between them was suddenly charged with possibilities as each waited for the other to make a move.

Trudy edged closer and rested a hand on his thigh. "There is another great way to start the day." Her fingers slid slowly onto his bulge.

"Oh, what's that?" Josh croaked. Her face was now mere centimetres from his, and he could feel the warm puffs of air on his cheek as she breathed. Trudy slipped her tongue out, dabbing the tip against his lips; he all but jumped at the shock of arousal that took his breath away.

She began drawing down the zip on his trousers. "Years ago they used to say go to work on an egg." Her fingers reached into his open fly and sought out his cock, squeezing and stroking as she drew it out.

Josh closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure as soft fingers pulled him free and curled around his hard shaft.

"But I'd prefer to send you on your way with a full stomach... and empty balls."

Josh couldn't take it anymore; he lunged forward and kissed her. As his mouth claimed hers, she jerked his cock with an eagerness that spiked his lust even further. He lifted his hands to her heavy breasts, tugging the flimsy pyjama top up and over their bulk to make the skin-to-skin contact he so desperately craved. Her hard rubbery nipples pressed against his palms as he spread his fingers wide and caressed her. She moaned into his mouth as he struggled to spread his fingers around the fullness of her mounds. She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, grinning happily up at him. A moment later all he could see was the top of her head, her loose hair falling around his groin as his cock was plunged into the hot wet embrace of her willing mouth.

"Fuck!" Josh gripped the side of the chair, throwing his head back and gasping. There was no gradual build up; she drove down deep onto his shaft from the outset. Loud slurping sounds filled the kitchen as she liberally coated him with saliva whilst bobbing long quick strokes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hungrily. Her hand was equally busy, curled around the base of his shaft pulling back his foreskin, exposing the sensitive glands of his prick to her worshipful performance. He tried to focus, to control his rising lust; if he didn't, this unspeakably pleasurable experience would be over far too quickly.

Trudy continued her frenetic sucking, her soft lips rippling and squeezing around his shaft, whilst all the time his legs were being massaged by her pillowy tits.

With a deep dip and a muffled "gak", she rose sharply up, gasping for breath and grinning joyfully, her expression one of utter delirious lust. Grasping the hem of her top, she pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, and flung it to the floor. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she shifted up enough to rest her massive tits on his groin. With what seemed to be practised ease, she used her hand to keep his shaft pointing straight up and close to her chest while nudging her breasts around him with her forearms. He completely disappeared into her cleavage, as every millimetre of his cock came into contact with a part of her warm soft body.

His stomach lurched as Josh realised what she was doing, watching with barely contained giddiness as she began to move, her breasts embracing his cock in a heavenly tunnel. He stared down in awe as the very tip of his cock appeared between her breasts with each stroke, before once more being consumed into the creamy depths of her cleavage, the pleasurable pressure increasing ever higher. He tore his gaze away long enough to find her grinning back at him with a mixture of ecstatic joy and pride.

"Best tit-fuck you'll ever have," she said with a confidence that trucked no argument.

It already was the best; it was the first proper one he'd had. He'd probably never say as much to any of the women who had already been kind enough to, or potentially might in the future, offer to press their breasts around his dick, but a proper "tit-fuck" required a truly marvellous pair of massive knockers, and in that respect, Trudy was more than qualified. Josh instantly decided this was his new most favourite thing to do in the world... Ever! Closing his eyes, he leant back in the chair and let the glorious sensations assaulting his dick consume his every sense, issuing a series of discordant sighs, moans and whimpers.

The silky-smooth hot pressure squeezed around him, and yet it was never uncomfortably tight. Her body moulded to him, rippling and quivering to fill every available millimetre of empty space around his shaft. The generous lathering of saliva Trudy had lovingly applied with her mouth performed well as a lubricant, and as she hefted her breasts up and down on his cock, he felt nothing but pleasure. His senses filled to the brim with... Trudy.

Her happy sighs and open mouthed smile as she worked her magic, confident in her abilities; the touch of her skin against his shaft as it slid back and forth through her silken pillowy vice; and the smell... of burning bacon.

Josh sat up sharply, his dick slipping out of its heavenly hidey-hole and poking Trudy in the tummy. She giggled and frowned cutely at him.

"Bacon," was all he could manage.

Trudy's eyes flew wide; she jumped up, lurching across the kitchen to the grill. "Shit!" she cried out, leaning back as a piece of bacon spat fat angrily at her.

Josh rushed to help, ignoring his dick, which was flapping out the front of his trousers; he was only concerned for her safety. Grabbing the oven gloves, he nudged Trudy to the side and grabbed the grill pan. He shuffled towards the sink, blackened strips of bacon crackling and spitting in protest. A flash of pain in his groin caused him to hunch forward, almost spilling his incendiary cargo on the floor, but finally he managed to dump everything into the sink, bacon, grill pan and even the oven gloves. He turned on the tap, dousing the fire hazard, sending a plume of steam up to the ceiling. Retreating quickly, he breathed heavily and winced, only now feeling the extent of the pain in his groin.

"Shit, bastard got me in the dick."

Trudy rushed to the sink; Josh was about to protest, but before he could say anything she had returned with a glass of water and was in the process of taking a huge gulp. He frowned in confusion as without a word she dropped back to her knees and fed his stinging cock into her mouth. Instant relief flooded him as the cold water soothed his discomfort. He sighed in relief and leant back against the table as Trudy continued to swirl the water around her mouth, bathing his cock, the occasional dribble of liquid escaping down her chin. Josh stared at his stepmum, mouth full of his cock, a crease of worry on her brow as she peered up at him.

"It's ok; I don't think it's bad."

Trudy swallowed the water and pulled back, blowing puffs of air on his groin as she inspected his penis intently. "Does it still hurt anywhere?"

"No, it's ok now, but I'm afraid Breakfast is well and truly ruined."

Trudy stood, backing away and bowing her head. "I'm so sorry. I should have been paying more attention."

"It's fine," he said moodily, annoyed mostly at having his glorious tit-fuck interrupted.

"And I can't believe I caused you pain. That is unthinkable." She stared at the floor. Josh frowned at the way she bit her lip and shifted her gaze from side to side as she continued, "Perhaps you should punish me."

Josh blinked and was about to protest at the absurdity of the idea when he realised he had a strong desire to do precisely what she was suggesting. Righteous indignation swelled within him; she did need punishing. She burnt the breakfast, and interrupted his pleasure, and caused him pain. She had lost focus, become distracted, and hadn't been putting his needs first. This would address the balance. This was exactly what he needed to do.

"Yes, I will," he said flatly, removing any trace of emotion from his voice.

She glanced up at him, a small smile worming onto her lips. As their eyes locked, she hesitated for the briefest of moments, before eagerly moving to the table and leaning over it. "I understand Josh. You must do this, otherwise I won't learn."

Josh watched in a daze as Trudy, naked but for a thin pair of pyjama pants, lay on the table, flattening her breasts into a space hurriedly cleared of breakfast things. He ogled her tight arse as she prostrated herself before him, ready for her punishment. This would make things right. Deep down, Josh knew this was what he had wanted to do since waking up this morning, he just hadn't known it then; this would redress the balance, and communicate his dissatisfaction... about everything.

Eager to deliver the punishment that would set things straight, he reached out and tugged her pyjama pants to her ankles, exposing her backside to him. Trudy gasped, shuffling her feet in anticipation as she rested her cheek to the table and waited patiently. Josh allowed a small smile to twitch onto his lips as his cock stiffened again at the sight of her bare arse, firm and round, the pale pink lips of her pussy peeking between her thighs; for a second, all he wanted to do was plunge his dick into her and fuck away his frustration, but she needed to associate pain with the mistakes she had made. That was how it worked, wasn't it? He ran a hand over her curvy backside, his cock nudging at her naked thigh.

"Mmm that's nice," Trudy purred.

A jolt of annoyance lanced into Josh. "It's not meant to be nice." He spat out the words and landed a stinging slap on her bottom to emphasise his point.

Trudy grunted and twisted to peer back up at him. She bit her lip, breathing hard through her nose. "Sorry Josh... Thank you."

Josh straightened as a rush of power-laced endorphins flooded his body. This would make things better; this would redress the balance. Trudy needed to understand that she was his. He delivered another slap to her backside and leered at the fleshy wobble of her buttocks beneath his touch. He grasped his cock and squeezed it hard, feeling his lust rise again. He frowned; he had hoped the reaction from Trudy would have been more pronounced. She hardly seemed to register the pain; her eyes fluttered briefly and she gasped from what appeared to be pleasure rather than anything else.

"Thank you."

Josh glanced around the kitchen seeking inspiration, and noticing the utensils jar, picked out a metal slotted slice, ideal for flipping burgers, and disciplining errant stepmothers perhaps? He weighed the utensil in his hand and flexed the shaft. Glancing at Trudy, he noticed her look of pleasure had melted into an expression of mild concern; he grinned.

"It is important that you always take care Trudy, especially in the kitchen." He lifted his arm and landed the flat of the metal slice on her left buttock. The impact produced a satisfying crack and jarred Trudy forwards as she yelped in surprise. That felt better, much better.

"Thank you... Josh... Sorry." Trudy spoke the words through gritted teeth.

"You must not lose focus on your primary tasks," Josh said and delivered another whipping blow to her other cheek. Trudy squealed this time and turned her face to the table, furiously panting away the pain. Josh stared at the red marks that rose on her skin, and his cock jerked in his hand. Trudy reached back to try to rub at her bottom, but Josh delivered an admonishing slap to her fingers with the slice. He grabbed her wrist and guided it to his cock, groaning as she obediently wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began drawing his foreskin back and forth.

"You must pay more attention to what is going on around you." Another blow to her backside. "To me!" Another blow. He started delivering quick light flicks of the improvised paddle to her cheeks, moving around her buttocks, heating up the skin. Her panting changed to squeaks and squeals as he continued to tan her arse. His balls were tightening as her hand moved rapidly along his shaft, squeezing tight, bringing him ever closer. He no longer waited for her to respond with apologies or thanks, but continued delivering stinging slaps, and soon her cheeks were totally red, forcing him to shift lower to the top of her thighs. All he could hear was the cracking of the metal against her skin, and the muted cries from her lips as the blood pumped in his ears. He dished out a dozen small smacks to each thigh before finishing with a vicious flick to her backside. He paused, arm aching and breathing hard, his building pleasure becoming all-consuming. He hunched over her back as her fingers flew up and down his shaft accompanied by loud gasps and encouraging moans from Trudy. The spunk drew up within him, his climax teetering, and without looking, he whipped the metal slice against her thigh producing a squeal from Trudy that was enough to push him over the edge. As his hot cum splashed out onto her thighs he grunted and pawed at her naked body beneath him, fingers grabbing at the flesh of one breast, bringing forth another cry from Trudy.

When he'd finished spilling his seed, he stood up, breathing hard and staring at the back of her head. She was panting heavy ragged breaths. No, not heavy breaths... sobs. He spotted the tears streaking down her cheeks and reeled back in shock. What had he done? He glanced down to her backside, which was striped with angry red marks.

"Fuck!" He gasped, staring in bewilderment at the marks on her body and the utensil in his hand. He staggered back stumbling against the sink and dropped the slice to the floor, causing a deafening clatter that carved furrows of pain into his brain. Bile rose in his throat and he struggled to breathe.

"Shit, Trudy," he croaked out the words but was unable to bring forth anything else, staring in horror at the scene before him.

"It... hurts," Trudy feebly said as she sniffed back tears. She was overcome by another sob and said no more, her body shuddering with haggard breaths.

What had he done? Josh choked down the bile, afraid he might puke. He rubbed at his eyes, wishing the scene would change, but it didn't. Unable to process what had happened, and not knowing what to do, he fumbled at his trousers and fled the room, Trudy's sniffling sobs ringing in his ears.

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Nicky leaned back against the broad trunk of the tree in the meadow, luxuriating in the warmth of the dappled sunlight as it filtered through the branches of the majestic oak. A large field at the back of the school off limits to all but upper sixth pupils, "the meadow" was populated by small clumps of students lounging under the handful of ancient trees dotted around. The gently undulating field was a myriad of trampled pathways through knee-high grass and carpets of wild flowers, and a much-coveted privilege that those in their final year got to enjoy. Sporty types tossed Frisbees or kicked balls, those politically inclined debated the weighty topics of the day, but Nicky and her friends were happy to while away the time relaxing and chatting.