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emcarter27 wrote: Error of Judgement by emcarter27

**WARNING** Explicit Sexual Content.

Have you ever had that moment of madness, made that really silly spur of the moment error of judgement that’s come back to haunt you? Well this is mine.

I’d just qualified as a teacher and was lucky enough to land a job teaching modern Languages at an inner city school in Bristol. During the summer I made a few trips to Bristol by train to get a feel of the place and also to find a place to live. On one particular trip, a fairly busy Monday afternoon, I ended up sitting next to the window at a table opposite an older guy who was working on his laptop. Since the train was busy I wasn’t surprised when the two spare aisle seats were quickly taken by two young lads, though I was slightly taken aback, and quite flattered, when they almost immediately started flirting with me and trying to chat me up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not unattractive, but I’m not a drop down dead gorgeous blonde who gets hit on every time she goes out. I’m more your ‘girl next door’, cute rather than stunning, long brown hair, pretty face, pert boobs and a nice slim figure…. And tiny… I’m only just 5’ in my bare feet. Put it this way, it wasn’t every day two attractive lads chatted me up on a train, and I found myself rather enjoying the experience.

We were getting on really well, they’d produced a few cans of cider which they shared with me, and I felt myself relaxing in their company. The conversation became more risqué the more we drank, with plenty of innuendo’s and double meanings, everything laced with sexual undertones. The flirty chat earned me a few looks of disapproval from the older guy opposite, and while he said nothing, it was pretty obvious that he disapproved of the whole tone of the conversation. I wasn’t sorry when we reached his stop and he left the train! When he left one of the boys quickly took his place, so now I was sat next to one with the other directly opposite me.

It was pretty clear they didn’t realise I was older than them, a fact not helped by the way I was dressed. A very short mini skirt and a little white blouse that left my belly exposed wasn’t how you’d expect a teacher to be dressed, and I was flattered that they thought I was also teenager. Now that it was just the three of us things heated up quite quickly. I felt a bare foot nudging my foot, before proceeding to gently stroke my calf and knee on route to my inner thigh. Subconsciously I spread my thighs a little wider, allowing him easier access to my most secret place, an opportunity he was quick to seize as I almost instantly felt his toes stroking my pussy through the thin gusset of my now wet thong. He expertly pushed my thong to one side and started sawing his toes back and forth along my swollen slit. So distracted was I by the heat building within my pussy that I hardly noticed the boy sitting next to me sliding his hand up my thigh, pulling up my skirt, and easing it from under my ass. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear.
‘Take them off, right off’
I knew exactly what he wanted. It was shameful, it was wrong, we were on a busy train, anyone might see what I was doing, but I reached under the table and, while quickly glancing round to check no one was looking, eased my thong from under my ass, down my legs and right off. Boy number two withdrew his foot while I was doing this but as soon as my panties were gone his toes were right back inside my pussy, enjoying the greater freedom and plunging deeper into my slick hole.
Boy number one whispered again.
‘Put them on the table, where everyone can see them, show them what a horny slut you are’
Blushing furiously I did as he asked, pushing my soaked thong into the middle of the table, where anyone on the train could see and smell it. I was so ashamed, yet so aroused.

The two boys continued to tease me, the one opposite pushing his toes in and out of my wet slit, the one next to me had his hand under my skirt rubbing my now bare pussy. I had my head thrown back, eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of the moving train coupled with the attention to my sex. I just didn’t care who saw me or my wet panties.

‘Come on’
They helped me from my seat and guided me along the coach to the toilet cubicle in the vestibule at the end of the carriage. I glanced over my shoulder to see my wet panties still on the table in full view, and I just knew they wouldn’t still be there when we got back.

As soon as the toilet cubicle door was closed they were all over me. My mini skirt was unzipped and pulled down my legs, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it, leaving me bare from the waist down. They wasted no time in tugging at the buttons on my blouse, undoing some of them and sending the rest skidding across the toilet floor. My blouse was pushed back over my shoulders, allowing them to see my bare boobs for the first time. Hands soon cupped my breasts, tweaked my already erect nipples, before eager lips locked on my swollen teats, sucking them hard. I shuddered with pleasure as my blouse was torn off my back leaving me naked in the toilet. One of the lads sat on the toilet and pulled me down on top of him. I grasped his erect cock and guided it into my wet pussy, sliding down his stiff shaft to meet him, quickly settling into a rhythm of taking him in deep, while the other lad sucked hard on my nipple, as I tried hard not to scream out with pleasure. The lad came quickly in my pussy, pumping hard and flooding me with his seed. I could feel his juices seeping out and realised they were dripping onto him beneath me. He slid out of me and I was turned over, pushed face first down across the toilet and nipple boy wasted no time in ramming his rock hard cock into my wet and open pussy from behind, while the guy who had cum pushed his semi erect dick into my mouth for me to lick it clean. It wasn’t semi hard for long as my tongue worked it’s magic on his shaft! I was close, but still hadn’t cum, when the second lad shot his load into my already cum filled pussy. As he pulled out the other boy removed his now hard again cock from my mouth, allowing me to beg, yes, actually beg, one of them to bring me off. No sooner had I spoken than I felt a hard cock pushing at my ass… not at my wet and dripping pussy, but at my tight little anus. He slowly eased his cock head into the tight little hole and the with a powerful thrust entered me….. It was then I came, crying with pain, pleasure, release and relief…

He carried on ...ing my ass till he came, then joined his friend in having his cock cleaned by my eager mouth, though I wasn’t quite so eager when I remembered where his cock had just been! I was pretty much exhausted now, slumped across the toilet, ass in the air, juices dribbling from pussy, ass and mouth… At that moment I sure looked like a slut, and, in all honesty felt like one too. I had no idea of the names of these lads who had ...ed me, and I actually preferred it that way, it was a one off, an exhilarating interlude in my otherwise well ordered life. They did ask me my name, and I told them.. Not my real name of course, I lied and said my name was Amber, the same as I lied when they asked me for my phone number. This was most definitely a one off!

I did my best to smarten myself up after they left me alone in the toilet. My clothes were scattered all over the floor, not the cleanest of places to be. My skirt wasn’t too bad but my blouse was dirty, damp and stained, as well as missing some buttons. My heels were fine… I’d kicked them off when removing my skirt, but washed my feet in the sink before putting them back on as the soles of my feet were sticky with cum. When I left the toilet I was sure everyone could tell what I’d been doing…. talk about a walk of shame! And guess what, my damp thong had gone from the table… what a surprise! To my relief the two lads had also left the train, so no embarrassingly awkward post sex small talk. The train ride home was far less eventful!

Three weeks later…

It was my third day as a qualified teacher at my new school, but the first one with pupils, the first two days having been spent preparing for the start of the new term. The morning had gone really well, the children were to a large extent well behaved and my nerves had started to settle down. The first lesson of the afternoon saw me teaching an ‘A’ level class, over 16’s who hoped to go to University. As I’d done with all my previous classes I introduced myself to the class and then asked them, starting from the back, to tell me a little about themselves. About half way along the third row a boy stood up… there was a nagging familiarity about his face, his voice…

‘Hello Miss Carter, I’m Terry… I love travelling by train…. Is your first name Amber Miss?……

I didn’t hear another word he said. It was HIM! One of the lads on the train…. OMG I’d ...ed one of my pupils!!! I scanned the rest of the class… two desks across from Terry was the other lad…. I’d ...ed TWO of my pupils!!! I was frozen, stunned, I felt sick, scared and so so dirty….. My legs felt like jelly and my mouth was dry… I had trouble even speaking. I have no idea how I got through the class. I’ve no idea if anything I said to them made sense, all I was aware of was Terry and his friend Paul following my every move, all too aware that they’d seen me totally naked. I wasn’t in the least surprised when they hung back at the end of the lesson and approached me.

‘Hi Amber, or Emma is it now, nice to see you again’
I replied I’d no idea what they were talking about, that I’d never ever met them before, had no idea who Amber was and that they’d got me mixed up with someone else….

Then Terry showed me his phone, the video on his phone… the video of me sucking his cock and being taken from behind by Paul across the toilet with the tattoo on my shoulder, the tattoo that at that very moment you could make out the shape of even through my crisp white blouse, being clearly visible in every shot…..

I really was ...ed… again.

leom1133 wrote: Re: Error of Judgement by leom1133

Ha! Well done and quite entertaining! Great start

Auberon wrote: Vivid story by Auberon

Ems, I very much liked this story. The way you write shows a lot of understanding of the psychological aspects of the situation and I especially liked how you referred to your bare feet as a way of heightening the tension and adding details, all of which helped the vivid realism...

I can tell you grew up in the West Country. May I ask which type of school you attended (e.g. State school all girls, etc)?