Ms. Varner

It was a typical old Victorian neighborhood, about a two blocks from the downtown square. It would be easy to cut the grass since it didn’t get very thick under the shade of the old oak trees in the front yard, but it did sit rather imposingly on a rise and the very front of the yard fell away steeply toward the street. Nevertheless he was glad for the work. He would need the money next year when he went to college.

The house belonged to Ms. Varner. She was a schoolteacher. She taught the eighth grade at the same middle school he went to. She had come to town only recently and after he was already in high school. She was single. They said her husband died and left her a quite a large amount insurance money. She was a young widow at thirty-four. It was a small town and a small school so everyone pretty much knew about everyone else. That’s how he got the job to cut her lawn. He had been cutting the lawn for another teacher and she told Ms. Varner about him. He walked up the stairs to the front porch and knocked on the door. He could hear the clicking of heels coming down the stairs and across the hardwood floor. Then she opened the door.

“Hello. Russell is your name isn’t it?”

Ms. Varner looked as though she was dressing to go somewhere or perhaps she was undressing from returning home. She had on a light cotton robe tied at the waist, but her hair and makeup were done and he could see she wore hose and heels, shiny back pumps. He wondered if her feet ever hurt from wearing such shoes. He had never paid much attention to her. In fact he had never been this close to her before and her beauty struck him. Her red lipstick and pale skin were striking against her dark brown, almost black hair. She wore it shoulder length, turned under at the ends and she had bangs. He didn’t know any women who had bangs like hers, cut straight across. They drew you her eyes. He caught himself looking directly into them and being distracted by their depth. Her skin seemed paler than normal for a woman at this time of year in the South. Most females were tanned by this time. It contrasted markedly with her dark eyes and deep red lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she smiled.

She gave him a once over looking him up and down. He was slim, broad shouldered and narrow through the hips. He had dark brown eyes and thick brown hair. His skin was tanned from the sun. She had noticed him before. She always noticed young boys like him. He had an athletic build, but lacked that pretentious macho quality you see so often in boys his age. He must be over eighteen she guessed. She knew he had just graduated. She had admired his butt, sneaking glimpses of him when he passed the schoolyard on his way home. She had heard the other teacher’s talk of him and other boys. They were like that, a bunch of dirty old ladies who got a kick out of talking about the senior boys, making off color remarks about their butts or perhaps a bulge in their jeans. Women were worse than men she thought, because they were so hypocritical about their carnality. At least men were pretty straight forward about it and freely acknowledged it to the opposite sex. Women, on the other hand, could not allow men to think them wanton, to allow them the pleasure of knowing that their little sugar pie really had the heart of a slut.

“Go ahead and cut the front yard first. I’ll unlock the gate to the rear and you can do the back yard after that. Let me know when you are finished and I will write you a check.”

He said okay and started his mower. It didn’t take long to finish the front. Once finished, he pushed his mower around to the back gate. He pushed the gate open and looked for something to prop it with and noticed Ms. Varner had a swimming pool in the back yard. Then he noticed Ms. Varner sitting on a lounge chair sunning her self and drinking what looked like ice tea from a straw in a very large glass. She wore a white two-piece swimsuit and Russell couldn’t help but to notice her figure, especially her breasts and her legs. She had on a broad brimmed straw hat and sunglasses to protect her face. He quickly looked away when her saw her turn her head towards him and started the lawn mower engine. He didn’t want to be caught staring. He thought she would go in as he began to mow the grass, but she didn’t. He could feel her staring at him behind her sunglasses. He was afraid to look back. There was something exciting about her, the way she stared at him, that he couldn’t explain. He felt afraid, kind of in a shy way. She seemed predatory. He was unaccustomed to having the opposite sex stare at him. The way she looked at him reminded him of a lioness sizing up her prey before she made her move. He was afraid he would get an erection. It seemed that everything made him get one lately. His girlfriend, Julie was little more than a tease, but she was the kind of girlfriend that his parents expected him to have. As such, he was still a virgin. He seemed to be in a state of perpetual sexual frustration. He wondered if Ms. Varner could sense it. The back yard lacked any shade and his nervousness and the heat caused him to sweat profusely.

As for Ms. Varner, she was indeed waiting for him. She liked watching him. She liked the way his shoulders stiffened, the way his butt flexed as his legs strained to push the mower. His t-shirt was wet with sweat and she could see the muscles in his chest back and arms. She knew full well the effect she was having on him. She wandered if indeed she could get an erection out of him, if she could get him hard enough to let her see what sort of equipment he had underneath his Levi’s. She wasn’t like other women. She had no qualms about her desires and no need to hide them. She took off her hat and sunglasses and jumped into the pool for a swim. She needed to cool off. She didn’t need to be too forward, not yet. She needed a sign, a sign that he would submit to her wiles.

As soon as Russell finished and killed the engine, Ms. Varner swam to the side of the pool and pulled her self up out of the water. The water had caused her swimsuit to become shear. She knew it would. Her nipples were now very erect and along with her pubic hair down below, were clearly visible through the white material as she walked up to Russell.

“You must be exhausted, look at how wet your shirt is. Let me get you something to drink. Would tea be fine?”

Russell couldn’t believe what he saw. Surely he thought, she doesn’t realize that he could see through the white material. Russell was still immature in the ways of women, but never the less he could feel his cock stir in his pants.

“Yes, yes, that would be great,” he stammered.

She turned and walked away. Russell watched her hips as she did. Her ass was glorious. The material of her swimsuit bottoms had ridden up the crack or her ass and he could see her firm round butt cheeks. She seemed either unaware or unashamed of her appearance. He found his dick getting harder. He pushed it down in his pants so that it pointed into his pants leg and not up against the zipper. He hoped that would make it less conspicuous. It did no good. Ms. Varner could see everything in the reflection in the sliding glass door. She just smiled as she walked in to get the glass of tea.

Russell pushed the mower up to the back gate and walked to the back sliding glass door. Ms. Varner met him on her way out.

“Here my boy. I’ll bet you are thirsty,” she said with a smile, handing him the glass.

Up close now, he could really see her, see her nipples under the white material. She was still dripping wet. She hadn’t taken the time to towel off. He knew she could see him staring at her. He couldn’t help it. He wondered if she minded, if it made her mad, he wondered all sorts of stuff hoping to take his mind off of the way she looked. Trying not to let his cock stiffen. It was useless though. Her presence was too much. He could feel it against his pants and he hoped she wouldn’t notice.

But she did notice. After all it was going the way she planned. She stepped up close to him as he lowered his glass, so close her breasts were just inches away from his chest. She looked directly into his eyes.

“Do I make you nervous Russ?” she asked in a soft voice. “ I see you seem to be ‘bothered’ about something,” she said glancing down at his crotch. “ I saw you staring at me. You were looking at my nipples through the material of my swimsuit weren’t you? I saw how you looked at me. Could you see my pussy through the material?”

“No ma’am, I mean… I saw, but I didn’t….”

“Don’t lie to me boy. I could see you checking me out as I walked into the house. You were weren’t you?” she said in a stern voice. “I could see you in the reflection on the glass doors.”

Russell knew he was caught.

“Yes, ma’am I did.”

Her voice softened now and she smiled using all of her southern charm. “That’s okay, you can’t help it. I know how nasty you young boys are. All your brains are in your cock. You will do anything that your cock tells you to.”

He had never heard a woman talk this way, especially not someone who looked like Ms. Varner. She looked like some soccer mom when she was at school, like the mother to any kid you ever saw in any neighborhood, all clean, well groomed with a bid smile full of beautiful teeth, but now he saw her differently. She was sexual and confident. She used language he had never heard a woman her age, much less a schoolteacher, use. It made him feel grown up like she accepted him as a man and not just some kid out of high school.

“I am sorry Ms. Varner.”

“My name is Grace, but for now you just call me Ms. Varner. It is okay; I understand the frustrations a young man like you must feel. But since you have seen so much of me, don’t you think turnabout is only fair. I see you seem to have a problem hiding your cock in your pants.”

“What do you mean?” Russell exclaimed.

“You know darling. Let me see it. You heard me. Drop those jeans and let me have a look at what you have been hiding. It looks like a nice one.”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t seem right.”

“Listen boy, if you don’t do as I say I’ll tell your mother what a peeping tom you are and how I caught you looking at me. Besides, you know you want to and we are both adults and single. This is what men and women do who are attracted to each other. Think of it as a game. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Have you ever played that game Russell? I’ll bet you and some little neighborhood girl have done that before.”

How did she know that, he thought? Was it something all little kids did? Russ began to unsnap his jeans and pull his zipper down.

“Pull them all the way down, your underwear too, all the way to your ankles.”

Russ did as he was told. His cock stuck straight out. It was a nice one Ms. Varner thought. Thick and heavy, it made her tingle between her legs just to look at it and know it was this way because of her. She reached out and took hold of it. Russ tried to step back but his jeans were tight around his ankles. When she squeezed it a drop of precum appeared. She let it drip into her palm and smeared it all around the head of his cock stroking him. Russ closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. It made his cock throb as it strained to become harder.

“ Look at me Russ. Do you like the way I look?”

“Yes, Ms. Varner.”

“Would you like to see me naked?”

He nodded yes.

“You’ll have to do as I say. Do you understand? I am not sure I can trust you. Will you obey me?” she asked using the demeanor of a schoolteacher.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now step out of your clothes, all of them, and get in the house.”

Russell obeyed. She watched him as he made himself naked and opened the door for him as he walked in, his cock bobbing awkwardly. This time it was her turn to check out his ass from behind. Damn, she thought, he was so perfect, so beautiful, just what she had been looking for. He had the build of a man and yet he was inexperienced and lacking in confidence. The little sluts at the high school he attended had not yet ruined him, she thought. He could still be trained.

Once inside she pulled out a drawer in the kitchen and removed two pair of handcuffs. One pair had a longer piece of chain between the cuffs than the other.

“I am going to cuff you Russ. I don’t know that I can trust you. I am going to put them on your ankles so you can’t run away and on your wrists so you can’t touch anything I don’t want you to. Do you understand?”

“Why? I won’t run away. I promise.”

“Just do as I say Russ. I am the one in charge her. Don’t forget that,” she spoke in that ‘teacher’ voice again as she clicked the cuffs with the longer chain around his ankles.

She stroked his cock softly as with her fingernails as she rose. “Turn around and give me your wrists.”

He wondered what kind of woman kept handcuffs in her kitchen drawer. Maybe her husband was a cop or something.

She cuffed his wrists. He kind of liked it. He was a virgin and maybe his lack of experience wouldn’t show if he couldn’t move too much. He liked her confidence and he had a natural trust of her. After all she was a schoolteacher and a grown up. He wondered if he would get to fuck her. If she would allow that, and what it would be like. There was so much that he didn’t know about women. Julie had let him feel her up but she had never been so bold as to touch him, to relieve him of the tension he felt when he was with her. He found it all fun and exciting.

“Follow me boy.”

Ms. Varner turned and walked down the hall. Russell shuffled behind her trying to keep up. She turned right into a dark room. She turned on the lights to reveal a room equipped with exercise equipment. Mirrors covered one wall.

“Stand facing the mirror.”

He did as he was told. Ms. Varner stood in front of the mirror beside Russell as well. She began to undress. She watched the expression on Russell’s face as she revealed her breasts letting the top of her swimsuit fall away. She liked the way he seemed both embarrassed and excited at the same time. He was obviously uncomfortable with the circumstances and yet his maleness could not be controlled. She knew that his erection was an embarrassment to him. He was powerless to hide it. She had planned it that way. Then she undid the strings holding the bottom of her swimsuit up and let it fall to the floor.

Russ was mesmerized. He had never seen such a woman. Oh, he had seen men’s magazines and other such porn, but she was real. Her breasts appeared larger than when she was dressed in her schoolteacher clothes. Her skin was almost translucent. He could make out the blue veins in her breasts. Her nipples were dark, large and stuck out obscenely. Clearly she was aroused by all of this. It made him feel good to know that he was pleasing her. Her pubic hair was black and trimmed short. Her pussy lips had been shaved smooth. He could see her inner lips, darker than her skin, peaking from between the outer lips. Her clit was prominent, about the size of a pencil eraser. None of the pictures of naked women he had ever seen had a woman with such a clit. It was pink and stiff. She looked at herself in the mirror and took her fingers and spread her lips apart to expose her clit even more. Her eyes cut to look at Russ. She seemed pleased with herself.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Uh huh.”

“It is my pussy, and this right here is my clitoris. I call it my clit for short,” she said in a cheerful southern drawl. “Do you think it is pretty? I’ll bet you want to fuck me, don’t you Russ?” Her expression became stern, “Don’t you Russell?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Of course you do. Do you know how many men in this town have tried to fuck me Russ? Hell, most of them were married and twice as old as you are.”

“I’ll bet. You are real pretty Ms. Varner.”

“I know I am pretty. I learned that a long time ago and I learned that I was something else too.” She turned to face Russell and took hold of his cock with one hand and gripped his balls with the other. She twisted his balls uncomfortably. “I learned that I was powerful too. I learned how to get what I want, how to make people do what I want. I want you Russ my boy. I want to teach you things. Do you want me to teach you things Russ?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” she loosened her grip on his balls and began to stroke him and smiled at him. “Get on your knees boy.”

“I can’t with my ankles cuffed this way.”

“Yes you can, you figure it out. If you want to get some of what I’ve got you have got to show me you want it,” she said laughing.

He bent his knees and lowered himself to the floor, but he fell over on his side. He couldn’t pull himself up with his wrists cuffed behind his back so he rolled over on his stomach and drew his knees up under his body enough so that he was able to pull himself up on his knees. He was breathing hard from the exertion.

“See, I knew you could do it. That is your first lesson boy. Remember, I know what is best for you. Never forget that and always obey me and we’ll do just fine. You’ll see. You’ll learn to trust me.”

She stood in front of him. She with her legs apart and him kneeling, his face was level with her pussy. She took him by his hair and bent his head back. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It didn’t smell like anything he had ever known, but he was drawn to the aroma. Watching him struggle made her pussy wetter. His hair hurt from her grip.

“Now show me how much you love me and lick my clit boy.” She moved her pussy over his mouth.

Russ turned his head away. He wasn’t ready for this. He was just a virgin and not very experienced. He had never been this close to a woman’s pussy and it shocked and frightened him. Ms. Varner stepped back with an angry expression on her face.

“Listen boy, don’t you ever turn your face away from me. You WILL do as I say. Do you understand?”

He didn’t know what to say.

“Look at me boy,” she snapped holding his head by his hair. “I can make it easy or I can make it hard. You don’t seem to understand your predicament. You are naked and cuffed in my home. If I let you go now you can be sure everyone will know what a perverted little peeping tom you are. After all, I am a poor single woman living alone and you are a typical frustrated teenager trying to get a cheap thrill. I am sure the whole town will believe it.”

“ I am sorry, I am just not used to this kind of thing. It doesn’t seem right and all.”

“Get up boy, get on your feet.”

Russell struggled to get on his feet from his knees.

“Follow me.”

He followed her down the hall and into the foyer. She turned and took one step up the stairs.

“Hurry up Russ, don’t you get too far behind me.”

He caught up to her as she looked down on him from the stairs.

“Follow me up the stairs,” she said in a mocking way as she turned and walked up the steps. She made sure he was close enough to watch her ass as she took one step after another climbing the stairs. She was careful to swing each hip and allow him a glimpse of her pussy as it peaked out from between her legs every time she took another step up to the second floor. She knew well the effect it would have.

Russ followed behind, the chain barely long enough to allow him to raise his feet up to the next step. And just as she planned he couldn’t take his eyes off of her ass. His dick began to drip pre cum from the excitement. He thought surely he would ejaculate right there on the floor. Once at the top of the stairs she crossed the hall and stood by the doorway to her bedroom and opened the door.

“Welcome to my boudoir Russ. Step inside.”

Russ entered. The windows had heavy velvet curtains and were pulled making the room rather dark except the light from the hall coming from the doorway. Ms. Varner’s shadow was cast on the floor. There was a large canopy bed in the center of the room with heavy carved posts and a very ornate carved headboard. The ceilings must have been ten or twelve feet high. He could not see much else.