School for Whores

Chapter 1

My name is Tony Nash, and I am 25 years of age, single and perpetually very randy. I am enjoying life and carefully avoiding serious attachments of the female kind. I had at an early age developed the policy of ‘love them and leave them,’ and for me it works. I had been brought up by my grandparents who were very religious. They doted on me and I had quickly learned how to fool them as a teenager. I attended church regularly, and kept my bedroom tidy, and watched my manners, and managed to avoid involving them in any of my many sexual misdemeanors. They thought that I was a good young upstanding teenager and an example to everyone else my age...

Well they were right in one way, as I found that my cock was nearly always upstanding and ready to entertain any willing member of the opposite sex. To be honest I never got the wrong side of the law or got involved in drugs or anything like that, but as soon as I realised that I had something swinging between my legs that many women wanted badly, I exploited it for all I was worth. I never needed to resort to anything devious to get my way with the ladies. I was a good looking athletic kid, and at times I had to be a bit light on my feet to avoid jealous lovers, husbands or boyfriends...

My grandmother had been a teacher in her early years, and throughout my formative years she tried to influence me towards teaching as a career. I did OK at school however, during my school years I discovered I also had a natural talent for soccer, and I was soon snapped up by my local First Division Football Club on a schoolboy contract. Later I made over 300 appearances for the club as a senior, and I was watched by many scouts from the Premier Division clubs who were interested in signing me. But I determined to resist temptation until one of the top clubs like Manchester United or Arsenal came in for me

Life was good. I earned very good money and I seemed to have a promising career in soccer mapped out for me. However, a bad ligament injury forced me out of the game when I was 25 years of age. I received some generous compensation, and so not really knowing what else I should do I followed my grandmother’s wish, and at the time my own inclination, and decided to go into teaching. Nothing else was of real interest to me.

When I had been playing I had listened to advice from older professionals, who advised me to avoid marriage or long term entanglements from the hundreds of interested females who seemed to follow the club around. I was also very conscious of the temptations of the jail bait that preyed on professional athletes. I was often tempted but I never touched. With my popularity amongst female fans, I was able to be very selective of the women I slept with. I gradually began to prefer slightly older married women, and I am fairly sure that I helped one or two childless couples along the way, although as far as I know none of the husbands ever found out.

For almost three years I had a long term relationship with my Club Chairman’s married daughter Julie. She was a real cracker, a slim vivacious blonde who really loved life. She had married a professional footballer who had very little between his ears, and much less of any value to a woman between his legs. Her father was stinking rich, and was also Managing Director of a chain of Banks, so he was loaded. We first got together at a club function when I was still quite a junior player of only seventeen. Julie was every mans idea of a class act. She was four years older than me, about five ft 2” tall slim, and blonde with beautiful brown expressive eyes and she dressed very elegantly.

That night we first clicked was a presentation evening and her husband was getting an award as player of the season. From the local supporters club. He was so enjoying himself that he got well and truly drunk. He had been drinking all night, and Julie was certainly not amused, in fact she was, to put it bluntly, well and truly “pissed off “with him. His best mate, who was almost as thick in the head as he was, helped me get him home, and undressed and into bed. I was then left with a very angry Julie and myself to look after him.

Julie made me a coffee after we had him settled, and she was so angry at her husband that she literally fell into my arms. I rang my grandparents to tell them that I would not be home, as I was stopping with a friend, while Julie took a quick shower. By the time I had finished my call Julie had appeared in a night dress and we took off from there.

In bed she snuggled up against me as I pulled the covers back over us and put my arm round her. She was on her side facing me and I was still lying on his back. She draped her leg over me.
"You're fucking hard already!" she exclaimed with surprise.
I told her “Darling with a beautiful young lady like you about to seduce me, what do you expect.
She snuggled closer and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you Tony.” She whispered.
I held her tight for a few minutes. She started nibbling my ear her warm breath tickling me, and the exotic smell of her perfume filling my nostrils .Her other hand was playing with my cock

She laughed gently. "Tony dear you are fantastic, you were hard before I got in bed, and being with you is really good for my morale because already you make me feel really wanted.” She was laughing and smothering my face with soft wet kisses as I grabbed her, and pulled her over on top of me. She felt very soft and very sexy; her perfume was obviously expensive and very erotic"

She ended up lying between my legs. She rubbed her body hard against me, obviously enjoying the feel of my maleness against her body. She made no bones about the fact that she wanted me badly. Later she told me that it had been such a long time since her husband had made love to her. She was holding my erection against her stomach playing with it. Apparently he just demanded sex, took it, and cared very little for his wifes needs

"She enjoyed playing with my erection, and I whispered “That’s all yours Julie if you really want it.”
She gave me a grin and a passionate kiss on the lips as her response which I took for a “yes please”
I gazed into her beautiful expressive eyes, as I kissed her back - I realised then just how beautiful she really was. For a brief second I wondered just how any man could ignore such a beauty, pr treat her so badly. She gazed down at me her eyes now very serious, she was panting a little bit and a look of unrestrained passion in her eyes then she bent down and once again our lips met

At the same time I felt my cock slip between her legs and rub against the lips of her vulva. The warm sticky moistness told me that playtime was over, and that she wanted me to get down to business”
Are you ready?” I asked
She gave a wide-eyed little nod of her head.
"Then put me in” I said quietly.
She reached down shuffling her body a little as she grabbed my cock and lined it up with the entrance to her love tunnel. She held my cock in a firm but gentle grip. She rubbed me up and down her vulva lips. She placed me at the entrance to her pussy, taking her weight on her hands as they rested on my hips

Gradually she let her body sink on to my cock until I could go no farther. She started moving up and down gently and within seconds I knew she was having her first orgasm as she came with a long drawn out wail.

I pushed up against her to prolong her orgasm, when she finished cumming she looked at me in awe. "How did you do that? I have not climaxed like that ever before in my whole life”
I pulled out of her rolling her over so that now I was on top as once again I again pushed into her I told her "You came so quickly darling, because I am in charge of your hot little sexy body"

She put her arm up and pulled my face down to kiss me.

“That was fantastic and you understand this Tony Nash, I am not into one night stands. So bear that in mind." She murmured.

We spent the next few hours proving that she was still capable of enjoying sex. I went through everything in my repertoire; she came several times even stronger than before as I did. Her moans and screams were loud, and often proving beyond all doubt that once again she was capable of enjoying sex.

Julie with the right partner really was an incredible lover; I marveled that she had been ignored by her husband for so long. She seemed to be able to come time after time no matter what I was doing to her. After about two hours we both fell back exhausted, she rained long slow passionate kisses on my lips before we fell asleep with her head on my shoulder

We slept for about six hours then I woke to see Julie come from the shower, her hair wet and tousled.

“You had better be on your way, as Frank will wake any time now and he is not as thick that he can ignore you being here all night, and darling, I want to meet you again and again for a long time to come.” I pretended to look puzzled. “Why?”
“You have just proved to me I am married to the wrong man. I may not be able to have you as my husband, but darling you are a damn good long term lover.”

I am convinced now that from our first night together our first baby was born. The first of three in quick succession. I don’t think her husband really knew, or found out how he did it? But Julie was very happy with the result.

Our affair was quite long lasting and we kept it very discreet, so much so, that as far as I was aware, it never ever became public knowledge. Certainly her daddy never found out. She certainly must have confided in one or two of the wives of other players because, shortly afterwards I had some very promising short affairs with other wives of players at the club. But always I came back to Julie. She was my first love.

Shortly after my leaving the club, she divorced her husband, and I heard through friends that she had been trying to contact me. I had put the story about that I had gone to a London University as I did not really want to get too involved. I surmised that after our long term relationship. She was now looking for me with marriage foremost in her thinking.

On my leaving the game I entered a two year teacher training programme at a local university, which was about twenty miles from my grandparents home and the club. There I was put under great pressure to become a sports teacher, because of my past career, but I ignored the pressure, and chose to specialize in English language and Drama. Once again I followed a very varied and full sex life taking such opportunities that came my way from fellow female students and my very obliging young landlady called Freda, in her mid twenties whose husband was a long distance lorry driver, and with her help, and my one or two student friends I went into sexual semi-retirement. Freda was nothing special to look at, but in bed she was definitely premier league sex material.

The final part of my teacher training was a month’s secondment to a college where I would be expected to take over a teaching timetable from the regular lecturer. During this period I would be assessed on my actual teaching ability by tutors from the University School of Education. They would inspect my daily teaching plan, and several other relevant factors, including my use of visual aids and the keeping of student’s records. On the basis of their report and my final examination would determine whether I would get my Certificate.

It was my first experience with teaching teenage girls. The age range was about fifteen to eighteen and I must admit that teaching them was quite an interesting and enlightening experience. I recognised that I could quite easily become physically attracted to quite a number of them and for the first time I began to evaluate the possibility of risking my career, by getting involved with one or two of the opportunities which were being offered . I began to realise that some of the girls had developed a bit of a crush on me. A fact that I certainly planned to take advantage of, if the right opportunity arose. My past career as a professional footballer was still quite very much in the public eye, and I played on it with the girls for all it was worth...

This was the first time that I really seriously considered getting involved with teenage girls as a possibility. The only thing that worried me was the fact that I felt they were inclined to gossip about their love life to their friends, and for me that could spell utter disaster. But at times I thought “hell life is full of risks.” Then common sense would take hold and I never did anything really stupid.

Girls of this age had largely given up playing with dolls, and their hormones were going full blast as they came into puberty. They read all the popular teenage magazines, which did their best with a lot of success to feed their sexually romantic fantasies. It very soon dawned on me that many of the girls were more attracted to older men (my age) than boys their own age. They drooled over pictures of pop stars and top class sportsmen. While I knew many of them had boyfriends their own age that they often complained cynically as immature. They desperately wanted to explore their sexuality with more mature fantasy figures.

The fact that my name was well known through my football career, and the fact it was no secret that I was still single, obviously helped, and went some way to make me a prime target. I frequently had requests to give autographs to the girls for their fathers or boy-friends, which I was quite happy to do, or sometimes, I would get hold of autographs of players still in the game at clubs where I still had contacts. From these favours, I had many highly promising invitations from girls, but I mostly refused as if I was going to break the law I would do it with the one or two young girls I had in my sights and not just any girl just because they were on offer.

One girl in particular who interested me said her father badly wanted to meet me. Misty was really beautiful, a slim sexy blonde who exuded a sort of animal magnetism. She was fifteen years old, and she invariably came to college dressed in tight stone washed jeans, a tight white blouse which showed her breasts off to the best advantage, black high heeled shoes and a surfeit of make-up. Her interest in me was unashamedly and patently obvious, at least to me, and I admit I exploited it for all it was worth. I did encourage it by promising that I would get her father some complimentary tickets. I could get them very easily, for a home game at my ex club. She insisted that if I did, that I should have the pleasure of escorting her and her daddy to the game. At the time I was a bit nervous, as I was placing myself in danger from being recognised by Julie or one of her close friends. To me it seemed like sticking my head in the Lions mouth as Julie invariably went to home games with her daddy so I was told.

It was obvious to me that Misty had a severe crush on me, which I encouraged. She made her interest quite obvious, and would hang around trying to create chances to talk to me out of class. I admit I was severely tempted, and tried to give her opportunities to do so. Apparently her father Bill Baldwin was a regular city supporter, who would travel to both home and away games. He apparently blamed the clubs recent decline in the league on my having to leave the game when I had been their star player.

On two or three occasions we managed to hold discreet conversations in secluded corners in the college corridors, where she would take the opportunity to crush her young teenage body against mine, when there was no danger of being seen and quite boldly groping my cock, obviously enjoying the fact she was giving me an enormous erection. I would give her plenty of encouragement, by surreptitiously fondling her boobs and giving her a sly passionate french kiss.

As I had promised I managed to get three complimentary tickets for the match, so I sent for her to come to my staff room on the Friday before the game when I was alone, to collect the tickets for herself, and her father. I took advantage of the occasion, and after locking the door we had a very passionate kissing session. She was really randy and wanted me to go much farther and I would definitely have let her do that, but I was a bit nervous, as I knew that other staff members with a key could quite easily enter the staff room and catch us at any time.

The following day Saturday was the day of the match. It was a day of showers and sunshine and going to the game with Misty was our first real date. I was very much looking forward to spending some time with her. I recognised that my time teaching at the college was nearly finished, and I could not then be accused of fucking a student. Although I risked being charged with statutory rape was always a risk.

As arranged, and dressed in my best seduction gear, I also wore sunglasses and a baseball cap to help disguise myself from being recognised by Julie or one of her friends, or even other sharp eyed fans. I picked Misty and her father up in the car promptly at 2.00am.This was the first time I had met her father, a dour sort of man who disappeared into the bar before the match, and again during half time, leaving me to entertain his darling daughter. Misty sat by me with her hand very possessively placed on my right knee under my raincoat. As the game went on in the second half, her hand discreetly traveled to my groin, where she adroitly unzipped my jeans and let her hand fondle my erection. While her body would crush against mine as far as the seats would allow. She cleverly kept me excited without me spending, after about fifteen minutes of this treatment she whispered in my ear. “I want to save that for later darling. I know a much better place to put your juices.”

When I had called to pick Misty and her father up before the game. I had been introduced to her stepmother a very glamorous young lady called Sally, herself a beautiful sexy glamorous blonde in her early thirties and obviously much younger than Misty’s father. I found later that Sally worked in a beauty parlour and she certainly had a good eye for make-up and fashion. After the game which we won comfortably I had been invited back to their home for dinner. She made sure that I was sandwiched between her and Misty during the meal, which made it easy for her to pay me close attention, when the opportunity presented itself. I very definitely got the impression immediately that she was almost competing with Misty for my attentions.

Her father made it absolutely clear before the meal was out, that as long as I kept providing complimentary tickets, I was very welcome in his home and he would have no objection to my dating his daughter. How he did not notice his wife’s antics I do not know, but as he had imbibed a few beers that afternoon at the game, I guessed he was still probably half pissed. Misty herself was not at all happy with her stepmother’s antics.

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