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A Real Teacher Ch. 01

By: techsan



Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable.

"Mr. Walker!" 

The voice of my English teacher caught me off guard. I was basically a shy guy, still not used to this high school stuff, and I tried to stay out of the limelight. Since my mom had moved into my grandparents' house following my grandmother's death, I had been forced to transfer from the all-boys school I had attended to this public high school for my senior year. Now on Monday of my second week in school, this sounded like I was in some kind of trouble.

"Mr. Walker! That sort of prank will not be tolerated in this school. Come here, Mr. Walker!" 

I turned to verify that she was talking to me, hoping that there was another Walker in the class but knowing that it wasn't so. Sure enough she was looking right at me. Slowly I headed up the aisle as the other students scrambled to their seats.

This teacher was, without a doubt, the most voluptuous, the sexiest woman I had ever in my life seen, including women on the silver screen at the local Metroplex. I didn't think she was yet thirty, she had flaming red hair, but she had a pair of world-class melons on her chest. Not that you could see them. She always wore dresses or blouses that buttoned right up to her neck. And while her skirts were hemmed above her knee, they were just fashionable and not high enough to show all that much. However the mere sight of her gave me, a pimply-faced eighteen year old, a hard-on every time. Every day I walked into her class, I had to walk with my book bag in front of me to hide my condition. It was to my dismay that I had forgotten today.

Although I had gotten to my seat before I heard her call my name, I hadn't put my bag down and now I held it in front of me. I couldn't keep my eyes off her chest and my cock remained rock hard. I stopped a few feet from her as she stood in front of her desk.

Her countenance was stern as she stared at my eyes with determination. 

"It is neither funny nor right to make fun of any one's physical condition, Mr. Walker. And to mock the females of this class so blatantly as you have this afternoon is not only disrespectful, it is downright criminal. Do you understand?"

I had no idea what I had done wrong. I hadn't said anything or done anything ... except what my body did that my mind couldn't seem to control. 

"N ... No, ma'am" I stuttered.

"I mean this, Mr. Walker." 

Swiftly she strode to me, pushed my book bag aside and yanked my shirt up out of my jeans. She was still talking when she grabbed my prick 

"Stuffing socks into your pants to mock a woman is ... is ... uh ... oh, Mr. Walker, I'm sorry." 

Hastily she tried to pull my shirt back together but the two lower buttons had popped off. She tried stuffing the tail of my shirt into my jeans but it just wouldn't contain my member. Maybe the fact that the upper three inches were above my belt line and rested just above my navel made it hard for the shirt to conceal my condition. I looked at Mrs. Stanton and realized that she was now completely embarrassed by what she had done to me. 

There were giggles and guffaws and whistles from all over the classroom. I pulled my shirt together, covered my middle with the book bag again and hurried back to my seat. I got propositions from several girls and lots of laughs from the guys, although I thought some of them looked enviously at me.

I sat down and tried to pull my clothes back together. Megan Styles, sitting across the aisle, waved two safety pins in the air. When Mrs. Stanton nodded, Megan knelt in front of me and pinned my shirt together but I noticed her fingers seemed to dawdle as they touched my implement. Or was it my imagination?

I thanked Megan for her help and tried to turn my attention to class work. If I let my mind think about Megan, who was a budding beauty in her own right, I'd never get rid of this hard-on. Mrs. Stanton shushed the class and said that she was sorry for having made a judgement call and that was the reason why people should not judge others on looks but what was inside them. 

That brought laughs from several of the guys and I heard someone mutter "Yeah, she'd like to have that inside her" followed by more laughs.

That fifty minutes was the slowest period of the day. When the bell rang ending my school day, I was deliberately slow packing up my bag so the others would leave and let me go in peace. 

Megan rose and turning to me said "Hey, Kevin, if you'd like to get together to study sometime, let me know." 

I smiled and nodded.

I was the last one to leave and tried to tiptoe out of the room but heard "Kevin?" 

I looked up to see Mrs. Stanton closing the door and beckoning to me. She moved back to her desk and sat on the edge. "Kevin, I am so sorry for what I did today. I thought ... well, I thought you were making fun of me."

"No, ma'am. I would never do that. I just can't help ... well, I'm sorry but I just can't help what happens to me when I come into your room."

"Will you forgive me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I ... well, there is one thing."

"Yes?"

"Well, you've seen mine. I think it would only be right if you show me yours."

Her eyes widened. "Kevin! I'm a married woman! You think I should show my private parts to a man who is not my husband?"

"Well ... you did put your hands on my private parts ..."?!?

She sat there seeming to contemplate my condition, licking her lips. Finally she said "Yes. Yes, I did. And I can see your point. I suppose turn about is fair play. Only ... I didn't get to see it all. If I show you mine, you have to show me all of yours. Do you still want to play that way?"

I smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

"If you ever ... EVER ... tell anyone else that we did this, I will make sure everyone believes you are a liar. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!" 

I put down my book bag and unfastened my belt and jeans, pulled up my shirt and pulled down my jockeys. My dong sprung out, grateful to be free, thrusting its head up and out thirteen inches. I had no experience reading the expression on her face but lust was the word that came to mind. She stared at it, up and down, checked out my scrotum and then back up my shaft. 

Finally she looked up and whispered "Can I ... do you mind if I touch it?"

"No, go ahead" I replied. 

For the next several minutes, her hands roved over my spear, occasionally cupping and gently squeezing my balls. She ran her thumb over the eye of my Cyclops, spreading the drops of pre-cum around the purple helmet. 

Finally she said "I've got to stop." 

She unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her bra and out tumbled the most unimaginably beautiful titties, big ovals of soft creamy white flesh that stood out like two oversized grapefruit topped by pretty pink areolas and centered by two rose-colored nipples. While I watched mesmerized, she pulled her skirt up and pushed her panties to the floor, revealing a bikini-shaped stripe of white mound flesh with a small splash of curly red hair followed by the most intriguing folds of flesh along either side of a gash that disappeared behind her. I lifted my hands and looked for her agreement. 

She nodded and I began to knead her titties. My breath began to come in gulps and as my thumbs rubbed over the nipples and they grew hard, I felt a hot flush wash over me. I noticed she had closed her green eyes and there was a smile on her face. I only hoped it wasn't the knowing smile of an experienced person recognizing the touch of an inexperienced one.

She was still holding her skirt at her waist when I dropped down and looked closely at her pussy. It was a magnificent sight and I would have loved to explore it. I tentatively put my finger on the mound and touched the curly hair. 

I wasn't sure what to do or how long she would allow me to touch her so I stood and asked "Can I see your booty too?"

She nodded and turned around, still holding her skirt, her feet slightly apart. I moved closer again and touched a globe with each hand, loving the feeling of the soft yet firm skin, the roundness of her shape. 

And while I explored, my cock was not to be left out. It had found its way between her legs and was poking around in the area of her pussy. Mrs. Stanton sucked in air and bent over her desk and I got the impression she was yielding herself to me without making a verbal commitment.

I backed up a few inches and pressed my cock upward. It seemed to find warmth and comfort between the folds of her pussy and I pressed forward. I have to admit I wondered if what I was doing was rape or sex or just a boy's fantasy. But then my spear found an opening, wet and slick and inviting and suddenly I was inside her. 

I heard her gulp air again and huskily she said "Kevin, we really shouldn't be doing this."

"Yes, ma'am. But it feels so good." 

I kept pressing forward and felt my cock travelling higher into her body. It was so much better than the feelings I got when I jacked off that there was no comparison.

"Promise me you will never tell anyone we did this."

"I promise." It seemed to take forever for all of my shaft to enter her hot cunt. But then I pressed against her ass and the sensation was beyond my wildest fantasy. Back and forth, up and down I rubbed myself against her ass. 

She began to moan, "Oh, yes, Kevin, that's good, Kevin."

For the first time in my life, I backed my cock almost out of a pussy and began to shove it back in, savoring the feelings like delicious little electric shocks from my cock. I mashed myself against her ass again, loving the feeling of the cool smooth skin of her globes against the heat of my crotch. Again I pulled back, feeling every inch of my shaft as it left her pussy, then again feeling every inch as I pushed back into her and again mashed her buttocks. 

I was conflicted, wanting to slam myself into her as hard and as fast as I could to maximize those feelings and yet wanting to drag them out as long as I possibly could, knowing that the faster I went the sooner it would be over. I decided longer was better and to hell with the possibility of being discovered ... I'd take my chances. I would probably never again get the chance to fuck Mrs. Stanton so I wanted to make it last, especially since it was my first.

I rubbed the smooth skin of her exposed back, rubbing away the angry red lines left by her bra. Then I reached around her and tried to hold her humongous tits in my hand but failing miserably to hold them all, even though I have extra large hands. I held as much of the monster jugs as I could and continued to plow my elated cock into her ever-slicker twat. At one point, she began jerking her head back and forth, tossing her hair from side to side, and I was sure that I was somehow hurting her. 

But when I eased up, she hissed "Don't stop, Kevin, don't stop!" 

So I kept plowing, trying to go neither faster nor slower than I had been. In a few seconds she sighed and seemed to relax again.

Her nipples had grown hard under my fingers. I hoped that didn't mean that they were hurting but I couldn't keep my fingers off them. I pushed and pulled and squeezed them ... they felt like extra large pencil erasers to my touch. I kept playing with and plying them as I slid my cock in and out of her hot pussy, all of the sensations adding up to a huge overload for my brain. I felt her tighten up again and the head jerking and hair tossing started up again. 

However once again when I slowed my pace, she hissed "Don't stop, dammit, don't stop." 

I wondered when my name had been changed and was that a good thing or not.

I didn't stop. In fact I actually picked up the pace a little, not exactly intentionally but rather just because my overheated brain couldn't seem to remember the original pace. In and out, back and forth, squeeze and savor the plethora of fantastic feelings. Over and over again I made the same moves and over and over again I got the same wonderful vibes from her to me through my third leg. I felt a hot liquid running over my scrotum and dripping onto my left leg and wondered if it was her blood ... or even mine. However there was no fucking way I could stop what I was doing to check so I kept going and going and going. 

Suddenly my balls made a quick contraction and I felt the cum shooting out of my cock. I grabbed her hips and rammed myself as deep into her as I could and then held on for dear life. Shot after shot of cum spurted into her pussy until it began to leak out, dripping over my balls and down my leg. 

I heard Mrs. Stanton moan and then hiss "yessssssssssssssssss!"

When the last drop had oozed out of the tip of my snake, my knees were so weak I could barely stand. I managed to hold on until my dong deflated and slid out of her pussy, plopping against my leg loudly. Embarrassed, I dropped to my knees to grab my pants. However when I started to pull them up, I looked up right into the wrinkled heart of her ass and ... I couldn't help myself ... I leaned forward, kissed both her cheeks and then slathered her puckered little anus with my tongue. 

Mrs. Stanton groaned and wiggled her bottom but I was out of my mind with lust. My tongue washed the valley of her ass up and down, back and forth and then played trampoline in the center of her opening. She moaned again and again and her bottom began to squirm like a snake trying to escape from a predator. 

I held her buttocks apart and kept licking and suddenly she said "Kevin! I'm CUMMING!" and then she began to shake like an earthquake. 

I thought she was having a seizure or something but I couldn't stop licking her ass. 

And then she was saying "Stop. Stop, please, stop." 

I backed away, afraid that I had crossed the line. I picked up my pants from the floor and pulled them up. As I was snapping the waistband, I realized I was also holding her panties and I quickly stuffed them in my pocket ... if I never had another similar experience, I at least wanted a reminder of what had happened today.

I was almost dressed again before she even moved. Slowly she rose off her desk, letting her skirt fall into place. She turned to look at me and I was taken aback with her expression, a look that I couldn't quite fathom. She found the sides of her bra and pulled it together and hooked it. Then she buttoned her blouse, taking her good old easy time. I was afraid of what was going to happen.

"Mrs. Stanton, I'm really, really sorry. I promise it won't ever happen again." I bowed my head, waiting for her to tell me the bad things that were going to happen to me.

Instead she asked "Kevin, have you ever done that with a woman before?"

"No, ma'am."

"Ohmigawd!" she exclaimed. "Are you telling me that you were a virgin before today?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"No way! Where did you learn to do what you did?"

"I ... I don't know. I didn't mean to do anything wrong. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry!" she nearly yelled. "Don't you know that you didn't do anything wrong? Kevin, you did everything right. And not just right. Fantastic! Did you know that you made me cum? And not just once. You made me cum four times, Kevin. That's ... that's wonderful."

"You mean it wasn't bad?"

She laughed, "No, Kevin, it wasn't bad. You must have been a virgin. You made me feel fantastic and didn't know it. Wow! You are good. And that big penis of yours felt wonderful in me. Now ... pick up your books and get out of here and let's not ever talk of this again. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." I hurried out of the room with a thousand questions roving my mind, trying to make headway through the maze of new memories pinging off the walls of my brain.

End of Chapter 01 

A Real Teacher Ch. 02



Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable.

The following day, I walked on clouds all day wrapped up in my dreams of what had happened the previous afternoon. When I walked into my last period English class, there were giggles from all the girls and lewd comments from many of the guys but I didn't lift my eyes off the floor, afraid that I would get another hard-on if I saw Mrs. Stanton.

I managed to concentrate on the subject enough to get through the class. I packed up quickly and hurried out with the crowd but was caught when Mrs. Stanton said "Mr. Walker, please stay for a moment."

I waited until the door closed after the last student and then looked at her. 

She quietly said, "Kevin, when I got home last night, I realized that I had left an incriminating piece of evidence here in the room. However when I got here this morning, I couldn't find it. Do you know what happened to my panties?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, ma'am. I took them."

She seemed to relax. "Oh, good. I was afraid that the janitors or someone else had found them. Why did you want them, Kevin?"

"Uh ... well, to remember you by. Yesterday was ... very special. I don't know how to describe it. And I don't want to forget the best time of my life."

Her look softened. "Oh, Kevin, that is so sweet. Okay, you can keep them. Just make sure no one sees them, especially your mother."

I smiled shyly "I'll make sure. Thank you, Mrs. Stanton." 

I started to turn away but heard her call softly "Kevin?" I turned and she planted a wet kiss on my lips, her tongue darting into my mouth. I replied instantly, feeling the press of her titties against my chest. 

After a much too short time, she broke away and said "Thank you, Kevin. Yesterday was special for me too. But we can never do that again. Good night."

In the next few days it was apparent that I had developed a reputation for being 'hung like a horse' and that that reputation had spread throughout the four corners of the school. I heard comments about my physical assets from dozens of girls in all three year classifications of the school. I got lustful looks from others and jokes from a few. Then there were also the contingent who talked like I was a freak, that I was totally disrespectful to all females and that I should be locked up in a jail somewhere for the rest of my life. Fortunately those were in the minority.

On the other hand there was a whole other range of reaction from the guys. Some of them knew beforehand what my assets were like, having seen me naked in the shower room after gym class. Others threatened that if I looked at their girlfriends they would beat me to a pulp. But the majority of the guys assumed that I was getting a lot of pussy and wanted to know if I could let them have my overflow because there had to be more girls throwing themselves at me than I could handle and could they please be my friend. None of those guys believed me when I said that I wasn't getting laid.

And it wasn't true for long. It started with Megan. I took her up on the offer to study together and met her at her house one evening. She introduced me to her mother, although her father was out of town. Quickly she picked up a couple of sodas and took me upstairs away from her mom and two younger brothers.

In her neat girly room, she tossed my book bag on the bed and we stretched out and began to study ... for maybe ten minutes. Then her hand began to rub my crotch and she asked if she could see it. I said yes as long as she showed me hers. She stripped out of her top and shorts quicker than I could kick off my shoes. Within seconds we were exploring each other with hands and mouths. I couldn't believe it when her mouth closed over the head of my cock. That nearly blew me away ... and finally I knew what the guys meant when they talked about getting a blow job. I decided that one good turn deserved another and Megan seemed delighted to comply when I asked her to turn so I could eat her pussy. I didn't know what to do but had heard that girls responded differently although all seemed to like it slow. I learned quickly because Megan had no qualms about showing me with her fingers just what to do, never taking her mouth off my raging hard-on.

Just before my balls started spurting cum into her mouth, Megan began shaking and moaning something unintelligible, although I think it was something about liking what was happening. I sure liked what she did for me. She couldn't catch all my cum but managed to swallow some and wiped the rest of it up with a towel and licked her fingers.

I thought that might be the end of it but she looked hard at my scrotum and then began to massage it with her fingers. In a few minutes, she isolated one ball and sucked it into her mouth and my dong began rising again. She sucked for a bit and then changed balls and gave the other the same treatment. When I was hard again, she turned and lay on her back in the center of the bed, her head raised on the pillow. She spread her legs and looked at me expectantly so I climbed between her legs and pointed my spear at her opening. When I eased forward, I looked up and noted that she was licking her lips and her eyes seemed to be on fire. I had to stroke in and out several times to get the whole thing inside her but then she pulled me down to her open mouth. 

She broke the kiss long enough to whisper "That feels so good, Kevin" before sticking her tongue back in my mouth. 

I would find out later that this was called the missionary position: me stretched out above her, our faces together, my cock in her twat, my chest mashing her tits flat. In and out I stroked, taking time when I reached bottom to rock back and forth so that my cock would waggle inside her body. 

She seemed to like it, murmuring things like "Oh, yeah, Kevin, do it again" and "Oh, fuck, that is good." 

Four times before my balls blew their load into her she bowed her back, pushed her pussy up to meet my thrusts, and said through gritted teeth "I'm cumming, Kevin, I'm cumming." 

I took that as a good sign and when I shot off my load, I felt fantastic, very satisfied. However I had began to worry with the thought that I might have made her pregnant so as I rolled off her I asked "What if you get pregnant?" 

Megan smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. I've been on the pill for a year."

Relieved, I kissed her boobs for a few minutes as Megan proudly pushed them up to my mouth Then we dressed and completed our studies before I said good night and went home.

Megan and I studied together fairly frequently after that and almost every time we got together, she initiated sex. One day her mother opened the door when Megan was on top of me. Megan didn't seem embarrassed at all and her mother, rather than being upset to see her daughter riding a big cock, seemed to be happy that Megan was doing something she enjoyed. After that Megan's mother seemed to welcome me into their house even more than before. It felt strange but I wasn't about to turn down those opportunities.

On the third Friday night after my encounter with Mrs. Stanton, I went to the home football game and mingled with the student body. For the most part, I was accepted by those that I knew, mostly seniors from the same classes I was in so I sat with some of them, ate my share of popcorn and drank a couple of Cokes. I cheered as our team won a runaway game. Afterward I was kind of slow heading out but most of the crowd had already started out at the beginning of the fourth quarter when the game was no longer in doubt. I came out of the bleachers, around the south end and turned east to take the path behind the bleachers toward home. 

Just then I heard my name called and turned to see Candy Carlson and Linda Upshaw running toward me. They are some of the very last people on earth I would expect to hear calling my name because they were both cheerleaders and both part of the 'in' crowd. I was walking backward but not in a hurry when the two girls caught up with me.

"Kevin" Candy said, "we've heard all about you and we've just got to find out if it is true." 

While she was talking both girls had grabbed handfuls of my jacket and I was being led under the metal-and-wood stands. Candy's hand slipped down into my pants, inside my jockeys, and quickly found my cock, which immediately began to grow hard. She wet her lips and seemed to concentrate as it inflated. Linda was fumbling with my belt and opened it and the fly of my jeans, which were soon around my ankles along with my underwear. 

I had been so startled by their onslaught that I had not reacted well but when I realized what the girls were doing, I stuck my own hands up their short uniform skirts and slipped them inside their panties, cupping their luscious round buttocks. Both girls giggled but they seemed fascinated by the length of my dong, which by then was hard and erect like a long banana, with the head resting just above my navel. The look of lust on the girls' faces was unmistakable. 

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Candy sat back on one of the horizontal support bars and spread her legs, pulling my cock toward her cunt. When Linda took over the guidance, Candy leaned back and spread her legs wider; watching with great anticipation as my arrow found her target and inch by hard red inch disappeared into her hot snatch. As I started to stroke in and out, I pushed Candy's uniform sweater up and began kneading her titties ... I remembered how I had admired the way they bounced when the group was doing cheers. 

Linda found my scrotum and her fingers played classical music on my nuts. Candy's legs locked behind my butt and every time I pulled back, she jerked me forward so that I slammed into her crotch. It seemed to work for her because a few minutes later she said "I'm cumming. Don't stop, damn it! I wanna cum!" And she did, shaking through a half minute of orgasm. Still I hadn't emptied my balls so I kept plugging away at her, even after she had stopped pulling with her legs. A few more minutes of stroking her pussy though got her going again and she was again talking about cumming ... just as my balls reached the boiling point and spit shot after shot of hot jism into Candy's sweet twat. 

When my deflated cock backed out of Candy, she jumped down and began hunting for her panties. She said "Linda, you gotta suck him hard again." Without more encouragement, Linda dropped to her knees in front of me and my cock began disappearing into her mouth. She managed to get most of it in her mouth until it began expanding again and then she had to ease it out and settled for the last four or five inches. However she licked it all clean and then sat on the same metal bar where I had fucked Candy. From behind me, Candy stuck a hand between my legs and grabbed my cock, steering it toward Linda's pussy, which was already displaying glistening drops of love juice. My cock slid into her all the way to the hilt on the first thrust.

Linda's tits were smaller than Candy's but still not bad. While I fucked her, I squeezed her melons for a while and then shifted to squeezing her buttocks. When my two middle fingers met at her anus, she seemed to explode. I used the same ploy to make her cum three more times before I shot another wad of cum into her pussy. I kept thrusting until my legs felt like fresh poured Jell-o. 

When I backed away from Linda, Candy was pulling her hand and saying "C'mon, Linda, we gotta go meet the boys. They'll be dressed any minute now." Linda put her clothes in place and they started off but then stopped. Linda ran back to me, reached up and thrust her tongue into my mouth in a sloppy wet kiss. In a few seconds, she broke away and said "Thanks, Kevin. That was good." And then they were gone.

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Monday morning between third and fourth periods, Jack Del Ricco, quarterback, and Esteban Estevez, running back, cornered me at my locker. Jack slammed the locker door into my left hand and said that I'd better stay away from Candy and Linda, if I knew what was good for me. I said "What? You two clowns can't figure out how to keep your women away from a dumb non-jock?" Jack turned livid red and pulled back his fist to hit me. With my left hand I hit a pressure point in Esteban's neck, sending him to the floor at my heel. With my right hand, I caught Jack's left little finger and bent it and he went to the floor also, begging me to let him go. I let them both go, pushing them onto their backs away from me and said "Stay away from me. You can't handle me and just remember that I didn't start this." I got my books and left while they tried to recover their dignity. Finally those three years of Aikido training paid dividends!

From then on, I had a sort of uneasy truce with all the jocks. They were civil to me but mostly left me alone and I didn't go looking for trouble with them. However if one of their girls came to me, I didn't turn them away either. I figured it was the girl's business what she did and the guys didn't own them.

Out of the squad of seven senior cheerleaders, three others caught me at one time or another and sampled my cock. Angela Amondsen took me into the music storage room during fifth period one day and we spent all period exploring her pussy with my long dong. She said she came eight times during the fifty minutes and I didn't doubt it based on the amount of cunt juice flowing down my leg by the time the bell rang and we hurriedly dressed to make the sixth period class.

Kelly Langer stopped her car beside me as I was walking home one afternoon and asked if I wanted a ride. She took me to a spot in a local park that I never would have believe existed in the city, one that was accessible by car but surrounded by trees and vines that made it seem like a fortress. Once inside, she wasted no time in taking out my prick and working it into an erection. Then in the confines of the car, she worked her then naked body over mine and snaked my member into her hot pussy and proceeded to fuck me royally. It was more than two hours later that she finally said she had to go, worked her way back into her clothes and drove me home as if nothing had happened.

Rachel Goldsmith caught me as I started home from the next Friday home game and we fucked under the same bleachers as with the first two. The major difference was that Rachel's boyfriend had not played that night because he was home with the flu so she didn't have a date after the game. We screwed with me standing between her legs as she perched on the same metal support. Rachel sucked me until I was hard again and I fucked her doggy style as she bent over the metal bar. Rachel sucked me again until I was rock hard and then she introduced me to the pleasures of anal sex. She said she lost count of her orgasms after lucky thirteen but knows that she had several more after that. I emptied my balls three times before I was ready to call it a night. By then the security guards had locked the gates to the field and we had to crawl over the chain link and barbed wire fence around the stadium, which gave me several more opportunities to put my hands on Rachel's magnificent ass. I walked her home but she pulled me into the bushes and had to have one last fuck before I left. That turned out to be the first of many times Rachel and I would fuck.

Almost three weeks to the day that Mrs. Stanton had first touched my cock, she surreptitiously left a note on my desk, while observing during a test, that said "I would like to see you as soon after school as possible at 11439 Amber Way, although it is not mandatory. E.S." I knew the E.S. was for Elizabeth Stanton but where was that address? I hastily hid the note.

I knew Amber Way was a residential street not far away so when school was out I made my way in that direction, not hurrying because I didn't want to draw attention to where I was going, just in case ... what? I found Amber Way, checked the street numbers and started walking toward 11439. It was more than a mile away and turned out to be one of the old stately houses in an area where all the houses looked like they had stories to tell. I went to the front door and rang the bell several times but there was no answer. The house had a veranda that ran across the entire front and partially down each side. On one side the veranda was rather dark because of three very leafy trees in close proximity so I found a spot on that side and sat on the deck with my back to the wall.

I only had to wait about fifteen minutes before Mrs. Stanton drove in. She must have parked in the garage and gone in the back door because I heard her in the house so I went to ring the bell again. When she answered, she pulled me inside, looked around to see if anybody was watching, and then closed the door.

"Thank you for coming over, Kevin. I wanted to talk with you a little."

"Okay."

"Have you talked to anyone about ... us ... since that day?"

"No, ma'am. No one. Why?"

"Well, I just wondered. Have you thought about it?"

"About telling someone? No, not really. I think I want to keep those thoughts to myself."

"Yes, I know. It was a very special time. I have to admit that I have thought about it often."

"Yeah, me too. Every night actually."

She laughed with a soft musical sound. "Kevin, I have something I wanted to ask you and ... it's very hard. It's very ... personal and very ... emotional."

"Yes, ma'am?" I said, trying to be encouraging.

"I ... well, how much did you like what happened that day?"

"Very much, Mrs. Stanton. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me."

"Yes? Well, good. I have to say that it is at the very top of my list too. And I know that I said that it could never happen again, Kevin. But ... well, I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about how good you made me feel. And, Kevin? I want to do it again!" She said the last in such a soft whisper that I wasn't sure I had heard right.

"You want to do it again?"

Again she whispered "Yes. Do you?"

"Yes!" I said emphatically.

She grabbed my shirt in both hands and stared intently into my eyes. "You have to PROMISE me that you will never let anyone know anything about this."

"I promise, Mrs. Stanton."

"Then while we are in this house, you will call me Elizabeth. Okay?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My cock had already grown hard thinking about the beautiful woman in front of me and the promise of the worlds of pleasure to be explored. She took my hand and led me down a long hallway and into a huge bedroom with a king-sized four-poster bed. Turning to me, she began unbuttoning my shirt and then moved to releasing my belt and jeans. When they were gone, she reached into my jockeys and began to fondle my cock.

That was great but she left it to me to undress her and I had never really undressed a woman. I started clumsily with the buttons of her blouse and she seemed content to let me take my time, just as long as she could feel my spear in her hands. I finally got her blouse off and tossed it on a chair. I had some problems with the hooks on her bra because of the trembling in my fingers but she just smiled and let me work at it. When her huge honkers were free, I was really shaking when I went to work on her skirt and it took me forever, with her wrapped tightly in my arms and my hands working at her waist band behind her ... the magnificent feeling of her breasts pressing against my chest seemed to wipe away all semblance of clear thinking from my head. Finally the skirt fell free and I pushed her panties to the floor and she kicked out of both garments.

Elizabeth pulled me up into the middle of the bed and then straddled me facing my cock, which she started to lick along every side. Her sweet little pussy was like a billboard in my eyes and I quickly buried my face in her crevice, searching for any and every drop of liquid I could find. We had been at it for several minutes when Elizabeth looked back and said "My husband is not coming home tonight. Will your mother be okay if you don't get home until late?"




A Real Teacher Ch. 02



"I'd better call her" I said, thinking that I could keep her from becoming anxious about my absence. Elizabeth picked up a cell phone from the night stand and handed it to me. I dialed our home number. When mom answered I said "Mom, I'm going to be home late tonight. I'm doing some research with my English teacher." 

Elizabeth snickered and I was afraid that mom would hear but she didn't mention it. Mom said "Okay, dear, just be sure you get something to eat before it gets too late."

"I will, mom" I replied and hung up. To Elizabeth I said "Mom said I should get something to eat" and then I buried my head in her twat again, rooting around until I captured her clitoris in my mouth and sucked it in. I heard Elizabeth laugh out loud and then suck in her breath as I captured her tender bud. She went back to work on my love stick and we both made pigs of ourselves.

After the oral, she got me up again and I climbed into her saddle, fucking her pussy while sucking her nipples and licking all around her tits. She seemed to savor every second, guiding my face wherever she wanted attention and softly whispering sweet encouragements and compliments.

Later she turned over on her face and knees and offered me her ass in the air and I fucked her doggy, driving my cock deep into her body and loving the feeling of her soft round buttocks mashed into my crotch while my balls smacked against her vulva with every inward thrust. Eventually she came so many times that she lost control of her muscles and her body sort of oozed down into a flat position on the mattress. It meant that I couldn't drive as much of my cock into her ... only about eight inches at a stroke ... but it was different and good, and she kept cumming.

After a rest period, she rolled onto one side and raised her top leg straight up to the ceiling. At first I got behind her and stuck my cock in and fucked her pussy, then later moved to straddle her bottom leg and plunge straight in and out as she watched from close up, her fingers fondling my scrotum. When she got tired, she rested her top leg on my shoulder and we continued with a few new sensations thrown in. When I came, it felt so great to shoot a load of hot cum into her cunt.

During the recovery time, she pulled me to her breasts and I licked and sucked them while my balls rested. Ultimately my hands found their way around her ass globes and my finger touched her anus, prompting her to ask "Kevin, you know that thing you did with your tongue? Where you licked my butt hole? Didn't you think that was dirty?"

"No, I didn't. Your booty was clean and tasted wonderful and I loved licking it."

She giggled, "Would you mind doing it again?"

I jumped to the opportunity. This time we did it just like eating pussy and sucking cock in the 69 position with her over me, except that I went to work on her ass hole instead of her pussy. That made it easy for me to hold her cheeks open with my hands and I had no problem getting my tongue to her anus. With the incentive of her mouth working over my cock, I worked on her ass hole for over twenty minutes and Elizabeth came three times when I pushed my tongue into the hole. I didn't get in far but it was far enough to titillate all the nerve endings in her sphincter. By the time she came the third time, my balls were boiling and quickly served up a new load which she caught and swallowed without letting any escape.

We took a break and fixed sandwiches and ate leisurely. Then we moved into the den and sat on the sofa together. I was feeling pretty mellow when she got a gleam in her eye and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back in just a minute with a jar of honey and a basting brush. She made me sit on the edge of the sofa with my legs propped on the coffee table and the next cushion while I leaned back. Then she took the basting brush, dipped it into the honey and proceeded to cover my cock, which quickly grew hard again, from stem to stern and all around with the sticky honey. Then for good measure she basted my scrotum as well. Then she put aside the honey and brush and set about cleaning all the honey from me with her tongue. It took her forty-four minutes of licking and sucking to clean me up, during which I shot a hot load of cum into her sweet mouth.

By all expectations I should have been flaccid for the rest of the night but she had a totally different reaction on me ... I couldn't stay limp long in her presence, especially when she was naked. That look, those curves ... they were just too much for me to resist. I picked her up and bent her over the arm of the sofa and fucked her there and Elizabeth got an idea. She wanted to be fucked on every piece of furniture in the house. We went through the den fucking in one position or another on every item for a few minutes. In the dining room, she lay on the table while I stroked her pussy and then got in a few strokes as she sat in each of the six dining chairs. In the kitchen it was a stretch to fuck her as she lay on the counter and then sat on the stove, which was not hot, and I had to hold her up as I pressed her back against the refrigerator and pumped her pussy. 

We moved to the formal living room and fucked on the sofa and easy chair and the rocker and the straight-backed French provincial arm chair. We went into her husband's office and fucked on his desk and in his overstuffed desk chair. In the guest bedroom, we fucked on the bed, on the hope chest, and on the wooden rocker. We even went into both bathrooms and fucked on the counters and commodes. In the basement she leaned over the washer as I fucked her doggy and then did the same on the dryer. Finally I laid her on a pile of spilled laundry and fucked her seriously for a long time, making her cum six times before pumping another load into her sweet pussy.

Elizabeth said that it was getting late and I would have to be getting home soon but first she took me back upstairs to shower ... she said she couldn't send me home to my mother smelling like I'd just come from a whorehouse. Only then did I realize that I did smell like fresh sex. And rightfully so.

We got into the shower together and it was good but two people in a shower means being together no matter how big it is. And we were together. I couldn't keep my hands off her and she had the same problem with my cock. Even though we thoroughly washed each other, I was rock hard and she couldn't let me leave like that. She pressed her tits into my chest and asked "Have you ever fucked a woman's ass?"

"Yes, once."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to try it now?"

"Yes."

"Okay but be careful. It always hurts me but I want to do it now." She turned the shower head so it wouldn't hit us directly and then covered my cock with a gob of shampoo gel. When she turned around, I aimed at her back door and eased myself into her. She grunted once then said "Keep going, honey." Before long my crotch was pressing her globes and I wrapped my arms under her breasts to hug her. I felt her sphincter grab and release my cock over and over and she turned her head to the side to kiss me, whispering "Kevin, that feels so good. Make it last, sweetie."

For a long time, I moved in such short strokes that my crotch never left her buttocks, although there was in and out movement. I slipped a finger down into her crease and touched her little bud and she came instantly. I brought my hands up to massage her titties and started again. Six times she exploded before my balls contracted and spit out another load. I had to hold her up for several minutes until her strength returned. Finally we washed, dried and dressed. As I walked home whistling, my watch said ten minutes after eleven. That was more than seven hours of mostly sex in one form or another. Man, did I feel good.

Before I left, Elizabeth said that I would be welcome any Tuesday night. Her husband was out of town on business every Tuesday night. She had discovered that when he went out of town overnight he always picked up women locally to go to bed with him. When she found the evidence she confronted him with it. Elizabeth told me that she had been feeling guilty about our encounter until then. She told her husband that he had two choices: (1) she could hire a divorce attorney and he would not contest the divorce, or (2) he could keep picking up his strange pussy when he was out of town but he would not question who she went to bed with on those same nights. He decided to go with option two and now she was inviting me to go to bed with her on those nights. Me, I rooted for hubby to be out of town a lot! I assured her that I would be there every Tuesday and would be careful to come in from the alley or take other measures to keep from being obvious.

End of Chapter 02



A Real Teacher Ch. 03



Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable.

When I walked in past mom watching the late news, she asked if everything was okay and I said it was. She asked what I'd had to eat and I said that I had a sandwich and some other goodies and assured her that my teacher was a nut about eating healthy and natural items. I didn't bother to tell her that they were parts of the teacher's body!

During the course of that school year, I was propositioned by forty-three different girls from school and couldn't find it in my heart to turn any of them down, even Alice Morrison who at 314 pounds was a little heavier than my ideal woman. However she turned out to be a good fuck even if she couldn't move in the same way as some other girls. I also fucked Janeth Wilson who had such a disfigured face from acne that she was really hard to look at. I plowed her in the missionary position well enough to make her cum four times, then turned her over and did her doggy until she climaxed three more times. By the time I shot my wad into her quim, I believe she thought she was in love with me.

Candy and Linda, usually together, got to me several times through the year but on an unpredictable basis ... I never knew just when they were only passing by or when they were coming to get fucked. I think I did them a total of eleven times each before school was out and they went to cheerleading camp.

And then there was Megan. She was a solid gold brick, friend and fuck partner. She told me once that she'd fucked quite a few guys but never any one nearly as much as she fucked me. She said that I made her feel better than any of the other guys, maybe because my cock was several inches longer than anybody else that she had sex with. And then she also brought three different friends to sample my cock.

One night as Megan and I settled on her bed to study, there was a scratching at her window. She opened it and Mallory Owens crawled through. She flopped down on the bed and asked me point blank if she could see my dick. I said it had to be a two way street so we took our clothes off and so did Megan. When Mallory saw my dong she had to touch it and ... instant hard-on ... we were soon screwing. I think my cock nearly drove her crazy with pleasure. After I finished off Mallory, Megan took her place and we had our usual fun.

On another night, Jessica Stephens was already in Megan's room. Jessica was a short brunette with big titties and a really puffy pussy. I pounded her pussy and sucked her tits until she came so loudly that I'm sure Megan's mom heard her. Then I fucked Megan and a little bit later, Megan greased up my pole and I slid it into Jessica's ass and screwed her chocolate tunnel until she came three times.

Another night we had just gotten into Megan's room when Allie Myers was sent up the stairs by Megan's mom. Allie started talking about English but when she spread her legs we quickly turned to sex. When she saw my cock, she was sure that she couldn't take it so I talked her into taking the top position and stopping when it started to hurt. Her mouth was wide open when she settled on my crotch with all thirteen inches inside her pussy. I used my thumb pad on her button and she squealed six times when she climaxed. She finally fell off into my arms and Megan took her place on my flagpole. When Megan was finished, Allie wanted to ride again and she rang the bell four more times before falling off again. Once again Megan took her place. In a few minutes Allie asked if I liked to eat pussy and when I said yes, she climbed on me so I ate her cunt while Megan rode my cock and the two girls kissed and fondled each others tits. There never was any studying done that night.

Then there was the night I went to Megan's only to find out that she had rushed to the hospital to be with a friend who had been in a car wreck. Megan's mother invited me to sit and talk with her in the den. After the usual small talk, she asked "How do you like Megan as a friend?"

"I think Megan is a great friend."

"Is she also a great lover?"

"Y ... uh"

"Go ahead. I know that you and Megan are screwing every time you get together."

"Yes, ma'am, she is a great lover."

"Ah. I thought so. You know, Kevin, there's an old saying that you can tell the size of a man's ... uh, equipment by the size of his hands ... and I see that you have very large hands for a boy your size. Does that mean that you have extraordinarily large equipment?"

My face turned red with embarrassment and I didn't know how to answer. "Well ... I don't know how to answer that."

"Well, you could show me."

"Yes, ma'am, I could. And I would be glad to but you'd have to show me yours."

She had been leaning forward and now she settled back into her chair, seemingly unwilling to meet my terms. But then she thought about it and looked at the outline of my erection standing above my waistline and she stood, her hands going behind her to start unfastening her blouse. I stood and started taking off my shirt. I watched intently as she undressed because she was obviously the oldest woman I'd ever seen undressed but she was still voluptuous in my eyes. Her titties were not nearly as large as Mrs. Stanton's but they were large with even bigger nipples. She had a little bigger waist and a considerably bigger ass but it turned out to be well-rounded and nice.

Even though she had seen the outline of my cock while I was still dressed, she seemed surprised by the length of it when it popped free. She asked, "Can I touch it?" When I nodded, she moved in with both hands. I took that as my cue to check her out too so my hands roved over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, and wandering everywhere in between. When I reached her pussy, her legs seemed to spread of their own volition and my fingers found their way inside. It took just a few minutes for her to guide my schlong into her hot pussy and I began to fuck her standing face to face, her heavy tits rubbing my chest, her heavy breathing hot on my neck.

I bent my knees just a little and surged upward. She gulped and ground her pubis against me so I repeated the process. Three minutes later her fingers dug into my arms and she stiffened up like a board before starting to shake uncontrollably. I held her until the waves passed and then gently lowered her to the sofa. Kneeling between her legs, I went back to plowing her hot pussy, now sloppy wet and slick with her love juices. While I stroked my prod in and out of her cunt, I leaned forward and sucked on her distended nipples and watched the expression on her face show more and more satisfaction. By the time I spent my load of cum high in her love tunnel; she had cum five times and was as limp as a wet dishrag.

That probably should have been enough but something perverse inside me made me continue feeling up her mature sexy body, continue sucking and massaging her wonderful hooters. Ten minutes later I had a new hard-on and wanted a place to put it. Without saying a word I pulled her downward and turned her to face the sofa seat, resting on her knees and leaving her ass in the air for my use. I guided my cock back into her pussy and, using tight handfuls of her soft jugs for leverage, began to fuck her again. Instead of telling me to stop, she just kept saying "mmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm" over and over. I knew I was doing something right when one of her soft hands reached between her legs and fondled my scrotum with every stroke. I found out that if I pinched and pulled her nipples after the right amount of fucking, she would experience a very nice climax ... at least it worked three times before I shot off a new load of sticky white cum. 

While my balls recovered, I pulled her down to the floor and lay next to her, pulling her face to mine. She never said a word as my lips met hers and my tongue snaked into her mouth. My hands kept exploring her body, especially her titties and then her wet pussy ... and then a finger in her ass hole. As soon as it entered her, she jumped ... toward me. It seemed like she wrapped her lower torso around me and dared me to push that finger deeper into her bowels. I sank it up to the last knuckle and waggled it around to exercise the nerve endings. Then I asked "Can I put my dick in there?" and she nodded her agreement.

I knelt behind her bottom, holding her legs up and out. Carefully I eased my cock into her anus. Once she sucked in her breath but then smiled quickly and I continued pushing into her. When her buttocks mashed against my crotch, I held her legs close to me and rubbed her feet against my face. I began to massage the soles of her feet with my thumbs and suddenly she changed, nearly shouting "Oh yes Kevin that's good don't stop Kevin yes right there DO IT!" I began to fuck her ass with short strokes, no more than two or three inches, still rubbing the bottoms of her feet. 

I quickly found a place on each foot that brought out the best reaction from her and I concentrated on those spots. In less than five minutes she was pinching and pulling her own nipples and jerking her head from side to side and moaning "ohyesfuckmefuckmeohyesohyesfuckmyass ..." Abruptly, she bowed upward and began to shake like a leaf. I had found a new trigger. Six more times I made her cum before I shot a load of cum into her bowels. When I pulled out and rolled over beside her, she turned over and lay partially over me and tried to swab out my throat with her tongue for the next half hour. Finally she got up and disappeared, only to return with a warm washcloth. She soaped up my dick and then washed and dried it very lovingly.

When she whispered "We'd better get dressed" I got up and put my clothes on. She said "Kevin, I think we should keep this just to ourselves, don't you? I mean, Megan doesn't have to know, does she? I don't think she would appreciate it if she knew her mother had fucked her boyfriend."

I said "Mrs. Styles, this is our secret. I won't tell anyone if you don't."

She stopped in front of me and kissed me again. "Thank you, Kevin. I really loved getting laid, every part of it. You are an excellent lover. Maybe sometime we could do it again if the situation is right, huh?"

"I would be honored, Mrs. Styles."

As she walked me to the door, she said "I haven't had good anal sex in a long time. Maybe never that good. How did you know about my feet?"

I just grinned, devilishly I hoped.

I was the first lover for several girls that year. Faith Wilson was a junior who said that she'd been trying to figure out which boy to give her cherry to for over a year and didn't like any of the choices until she heard about my cock. She decided that she would like to start with a big one and see what happened after that. I didn't get Faith off very much ... just two orgasms for her to go with two for me but she really seemed to like those two. After that I heard that she went on a research project to see if other cocks would feel better or worse and she came back to me a couple of times to refresh her memory. She said she fucked 38 other guys that school year but never found one as long as mine and none of them were better either although she did like most of them.

Linda Upshaw brought her freshman sister Trudy over to visit me one night in late fall. She said that her sister was ready to give it away and Linda thought I would be ideal to be her first because I was gentle and took my time with her. Trudy turned out to be a sweet little thing but once I broke her maidenhead, she turned wild on my cock and Linda had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming in pleasure. After the first twenty minutes, Trudy was in one long orgasm that just wouldn't quit. After I'd cum inside Trudy's tight little pussy, she watched as I did her big sister. We finished up with Linda showing Trudy how to suck a cock like mine and Trudy working furiously to get as much of my shaft as possible into her mouth.

Dinah Malone and her friend Phyllis Jackmon caught me one Friday night after the football season as I went into a local theatre to watch the latest action adventure film. Dinah asked if they could sit with me and I was only too delighted to accommodate them. We sat in a back corner of the nearly deserted balcony and before the picture even started, while the previews were running, Dinah began fondling my cock. Of course I was hard in seconds and Dinah coaxed Phyllis into fondling it too. When Dinah asked if she could sit on it, I was ready for anything. Because the seat arms made it difficult to face each other, she sat facing the screen, her skirt flared around our connection. For nearly half the movie, Dinah squirmed on my cock, shaking through several orgasms and finally coaxing a load out of my balls. 

Suddenly, she deserted my still hard cock and convinced Phyllis that this was the best she could do and she should take advantage of it. Phyllis looked a little doubtful but she took Dinah's place and slowly eased herself down on my pole. When I hit her dam, she stopped and just sat for several minutes, supporting herself on the arms of my chair while Dinah urged her to push down. Abruptly she did and my cock ripped through the membrane and Phyllis sat on my dong, leaning back against my chest gulping air. When the initial pain subsided, she started rocking her butt on my stick while I fondled her pert little titties and eventually fingered her clitty until she shook through two orgasms. Both left her breathless and gulping for air until we were shushed by people on the other side of the balcony. 

At last Phyllis sat up and began to experiment with different positions and different motions, all while watching the rest of the movie. I had to admit that when she finally got off while the credits were rolling, I didn't know enough about what had happened on the screen to feel like I had even seen the film. After that, Phyllis had a way of ambushing me occasionally on my way home from school when I least expected it, hauling me into somebody's shrubbery and fucking my brains out. 

During the winter break in January, Kelly Langer asked me to attend a sleep-over starting Friday night and ending late Saturday. She was inviting some friends over and she definitely wanted me to attend. She urged me to make up some excuse to tell my mom about staying out all night, something that wouldn't arouse my mother's suspicions. I told her I would plan to be there.

I told mom that one of my friends from school had invited me to take a trip to a college basketball game on Saturday night. They were leaving at four Saturday morning and wouldn't be back until early Sunday morning so my friend had invited me to sleep over to be ready to go. Mom gave her approval and decided she would use the time to drive over to visit with a couple of her sisters about six hours away.

Friday night I arrived at Kelly's house to find that her parents were away for the weekend and Kelly and her friends were ready to start the party as soon as I arrived. I was the only guy with seven senior and junior girls. The idea was to see how long Kevin could last with all that available pussy.

Besides Kelly, there was Allison Meyers, a tall slender blonde with smallish tits but a great ass, Sandy Bracken, a beautiful brunette with nice sized tits shaped like funnels, Monica Schowinski, a very shapely girl with long black hair and sultry looks, Angel Lipowski, a red-head who looked like anything but an angel, Gina Thompson, a little brunette of Italian background with oversized tits, and Ellie Reynolds, another beautiful blonde. I had screwed Kelly, Allison and Ellie before but not the other four girls.

I was shepherded into Kelly's parents' room because they had the biggest bed. In unison the girls took off their shorts and tops and, turning to me, all seven had a hand in removing my clothes. By then I had a raging erection and the girls began to play with my dong like choosing up sides for a baseball game, hand over hand. They were amazed that all seven of them could get a hand wrapped around my shaft at one time.

The rules of the night were simple. They drew numbers for starting positions and I had to do them in that order, at least to start. When the girl had an orgasm, I had to move to the next girl's pussy and fuck her, and so on for as long as I could last. They did state that when I got tired, I could let the girls take the top position but my duty was to keep my cock hard for as long as possible, or if it deflated, to get it back up as soon as possible. Oh, yes, if I wanted to I could do other things as long as my cock was in a pussy, meaning that I could eat cunt and fuck pussy at the same time.

The party began with me screwing Sandy first. Like many girls she didn't believe I could get all of my prick inside her without ripping her apart so when I settled my crotch against her pubis, she was enthralled and elated that there had only been pleasure and no pain. It took all of three minutes of working her clitty to make her cum. Kelly was next and the girls accused her of doing something to keep from cumming, like thinking about the smell of rotten eggs or something. It took nearly fifteen minutes to make her cum and then it was on to Allison for nine minutes, Ellie for ten, Gina for eight, Monica for five, and Angel for another ten. So it took almost an hour on the nose to fuck all seven girls to their first orgasm and I still had my first shot to go. I started around again and, figuring I deserved a little reward, I fucked Sandy intent on spilling my load and I did just as she came the second time. To help me recover, Allison and Kelly licked at my prick while Gina sucked my balls and I was hard and ready to go in no time. This time they had me lay on my back and the girls mounted me ... both my cock and my face as it turned out. 

They were a noisy bunch, sitting around on the bed and talking about sex. Everything was fair game and a lot of it was explicit details of fuck matches they'd had with other boys, replete with details of techniques the guys used and how much cum the guys produced, especially if they sprayed it on the girl's exterior and where. They laughed about recalling the guys with the shortest cock that they had screwed, even naming the names of some of the better-known jocks at school.

Remembering the success I'd had with Mrs. Style's feet, I began exploring the feet of the girl whose pussy I was eating and was immediately rewarded with huge success. It was quite obvious that there was a direct connection with a spot on the sole of a girl's foot to her clitoris, and because it provided me with extra amounts of pussy juice to savor and made the girls very grateful, I was bound to exploit the point. It worked fantastically on the first four before I got one I couldn't find it on. Only three girls had gotten off on my cock in the same time so there had to be something to it but I had to rely on my tongue on the fifth girl ... unfortunately I didn't know who it was. We went the next round doggy style. The following round the girls were free to choose a position and I was turned into a pretzel trying to fuck some of them ... but it was all good. Finally I had to go to the bathroom to take a leak ... and three girls went to hold my cock for me! Around and around we went fucking and sucking until the girls began to drop out, too tired to continue. It was about 8:45 Saturday morning so we all curled up close together with me in the middle and went to sleep.

I woke up at 3:03 in the afternoon with the sun struggling to pierce the drapes on the west-facing window. There were two hands on my cock and four beautiful women grinning at me lustfully. Nobody cared that there were three naked girls still sleeping. As soon as I smiled, Allison got up and settled her cunt over my cock. She started rocking easily but the other three woke up within minutes anyway and the fuck-fest was on again. Some of the girls went downstairs and fixed breakfast and we all padded down naked as jay birds to eat, renew our strength, and resume the screwing. 




A Real Teacher Ch. 03



By early evening Saturday we had vacated the bed and an impromptu game started where the object was to see what the most bizarre position where we could fuck was. It was wild and wonderful. We took a couple of breaks so I could go pee and a half hour when we ate some sandwiches but other than that we just fucked our brains out. I managed to last as long as any of the seven girls wanted to fuck, although my orgasms became further and further apart. That didn't matter, really, because the girls came early and came often and by the time the last one cried uncle at ten minutes to three Sunday morning, they all declared that they were in love with my cock. Allison said that they had forever settled the question of "does size matter?" with a resounding yes! Although none of them became regular lovers of mine, I fucked every one of the seven on a sporadic basis after that.

End of Chapter 03



A Real Teacher Ch. 04



Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable.

In the spring, I was walking home thinking about school ... and nothing in general ... when I heard a gruff voice shout "Hey, you!" I looked around and spotted a woman built like an army sergeant standing on the porch of a house I was nearly past. It was the house where Monica Schowinski lived, although I had never been in it.

"Are you speaking to me?" I asked.

"Yes, you. Come here" she replied authoritatively. I retraced my steps and turned up her walk, wondering why she would be calling me.

When I stopped at the base of her stoop, she beckoned me up and asked "Are you Kevin Carter?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I know what you've been doing" she said. "I know you've been screwing Monica. And she tells me that you've been having your way with a lot of girls at school. Is that right?"

"Um ... well, I'm friends with a lot of people."

"Ah, hell, don't give me that shit. You aren't friends. You're lovers. I know you been knocking off all kinds of pussy, haven't you?" She grinned lasciviously.

I just shrugged my shoulders, not willing to admit anything. With a lunge, the woman cupped my balls in her right hand through my jeans. I felt a moment of quick pain. She whispered loudly in my ear "Back into the door. We're going inside and I'm going to do a little investigative work."

Her hand steered me backward through the front door and down a hall where we turned left into a bedroom. She kicked the door so that it slammed shut. She let go of my balls but before I could react, she stuck the same hand down inside my jeans and again found my scrotum. However along the way she also fingered my already growing cock. Once she was holding my balls, she yanked at my belt and stripped the button and zipper of my jeans and I was quickly naked from the waist down.

She let out a shrill whistle as she stared at my sword. "Wow, honey! You got a hum-dinger! I can see why the girls want to nail you."

I decided it was time to go on the offensive. With both hands I grabbed her blouse and yanked, sending buttons flying everywhere. In a single quick motion, I hoisted her stretchy bra over mammoth sized hooters. She seemed startled but quickly laughed "Oh, so you want to see mine too, huh? Okay, here it is" and she pushed her stretch pants and panties down in one motion, revealing a bushy pussy under a spare tire. She was not the sexiest woman I knew but ... damn if my cock didn't grow harder. Before she could again take the offensive, I pressed close to her and pushed my cock into her bush as I hugged her, flattening her tits against my chest. With a few quick motions of my bottom, my cock found its way into her slit and homed in on her opening and I soon had six inches of cock inside her pussy. Before she could protest, I stroked it back and forth until everything I could get was inside.

"Wow!" she said. "I've never had one big enough to do that before. I guess I asked for it. You might as well go ahead and do it."

I pushed her back on the bed, lifted her legs and pushed the last few inches into her now-wet twat. Over the next thirty-five minutes, I worked her legs around in all kinds of positions, making our copulating feel different every few minutes. I rubbed the spot on the sole of her feet several times so that she had cum six times when my balls started spewing hot love lava. 

She was so spent that she couldn't move a muscle. I pulled my cock out of her and went around the bed. Then tugging and pulling and pushing, I got her further onto the bed and turned and propped on her back. Then I dove in beside her and began to devour her titties. While my mouth sucked on one, my fingers manipulated the other nipple. After several minutes her fingers began stroking my hair and my cock started to inflate again. When it was fully erect, I got her to turn and put her butt in the air and I slipped my cock into her doggy style. While fucking her for another forty-four minutes, I massaged her back, kneaded her tits, rubbed the soles of her feet, fondled her buttocks, and teased her clitty. She came nine times although after the fifth one she became so limp I had to hold her up until I finished pouring my load into her.

While laying facing each other and holding her tightly, she said "Now I know why all those girls want you to fuck them. You sure know how to make a girl feel good, honey." That was the first of several times I fucked Ms. Schowinski that year.

About three weeks after my next birthday in April, Jessica Stephens asked me to study with her on Saturday evening for a chemistry test coming up the next week. When I arrived, she tugged me into the family room to meet her family. There was Mr. Stephens, a rather stern and foreboding looking man in his late forties, Mrs. Stephens, who looked much too young at 41 to be the wife of someone like Mr. Stephens, and Jamilla, usually referred to as Jamie who was Jessica's sister about to finish her first year at the local community college school of nursing. Jamie looked like a more mature Jess while Mrs. Stephens was well-rounded in the places a man likes a woman rounded and tanned and muscular like a woman who spent lots of time on the tennis court, as she did.

When Jess introduced me, Mr. Stephens stood and stuck out his hand. "We've heard a lot about you, Kevin. Good to finally meet you."

"Thank you, sir" was all I could think of to reply. What had he heard?

"Sit, Kevin. Let's talk a little. First let me say that our family is very open with each other. For instance we know that you and Jessica have been having sex. Eight times already, if I remember correctly. Tonight will be the ninth time. Am I right?"

What could I say? I looked at the women and all three were wearing non-committal smiles. I said "Uh ... I don't really know." 
"That's okay. It's not really relevant. What you need to know is that we know about it. So ... I'm sure you can appreciate that we need to keep that information among ourselves since even a minor male having sex with a minor female is statutory rape in our state, right?"

My eyes popped open wider. It was the first time I had thought about any of what I did as being rape. Everyone had consented to have sex and I hadn't even had to ask. "Uh...I thought we were all of legal age."

"Don't worry about it, Kevin" Mr. Stephens continued. "You see, we believe sex is a personal choice and if any person chooses to do it with someone else who also consents, then that act is nobody else's business. Would you agree?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Because some people might not see what we do in the same light. You see, the four of us all have sex together whenever we want to. Do you see a problem with that?"

I looked around at the women, all of whose smiles had grown larger. "No, sir. Does that mean that you and ...?"

"Yes, I have had sex with both of my daughters. Some people wouldn't like that but my daughters both like it and I like it and my wife likes it. Why should I worry about other people?"

"Right."

"Neither did we have a problem with Jessica having sex with you. You see, she always tells us all about it when she has sex with anyone. And this year she has done it with you more than any other boy. She has explained that you have ... uh, well, that you have the biggest equipment she's ever seen and she likes it. I assume that you have enjoyed having sex with Jessica."

"Yes, sir!" I said enthusiastically. "She's very good, very sexy, very ... well, she's fun."

"Uh, huh. I know, remember."

I just smiled. He continued "We've been talking for some time about changing our family sex routine. I'm not as young as I once was and we'd like to have another male in the group. Jessica was emphatic that you would be the ideal person to invite and we've all agreed that we'd like to invite you to join our family fuck session. Would you be interested?"

"You mean ... " and I looked around at the women's faces.

"Yes, it means that you would get to fuck my wife and Jamie as well as Jessica. And it would give us the opportunity to experiment with some new techniques, if you wanted to."

"Mr. Stephens, I would be honored."

"Good. Call me Ted. Call my wife Amy. Come on, let's do it."

I was stunned. Was I really this lucky or was I being setup somehow? I didn't know but I looked around and the four of them were already up and taking off their clothes. Amy said "We'll just leave our clothes in here and we won't have to hunt for them later, okay?" So I followed suit, then followed Amy and Jamie's beautiful butts as they led me to the master bedroom. Jessica and Ted followed.

"Since you've screwed Jess a few times already" Amy said "we thought you should start with me and Jamie. Okay?"

"S ... sure" I managed to stutter. Amy and Jamie both made a to-do about the length of my cock, which was a good six inches longer than Ted's although they were comparable thickness. Amy said "You're going to get some strange tonight" and looked at me with a devilish grin. When I gave her a puzzled look, she said "Pussy. Strange pussy. This thing will be exploring some territory tonight where no penis has ever been. I've never had one this big and I'm sure Jamie hasn't either."

I laughed and she turned and crawled into bed. She laid crosswise closer to one end than the other, pulled her legs out to the sides and with both hands waved me into her saddle. I climbed on but pushed her legs up and buried my face in her hot muff. I knew when Jessica lay down beside her mother but turned in the opposite direction and then Ted climbed up behind her and, holding her legs, pushed his cock into Jess's pussy. However he just knelt there without moving while they watched me eating Amy's cunt. Jamie lay down on the other side of her mother and closed her mouth over her mother's left tittie and began sucking.

After I had helped Amy to her first orgasm, I crawled on up into her saddle and all four of them seemed to watch, mesmerized, as my sword began to pierce Amy. Maybe they were waiting to see if she really could take it but she had no problem with that and I was soon crushing her buttocks with my pubis. Jamie kept sucking her tittie and her left hand found my scrotum and massaged my balls. Finally Ted began stroking Jess's pussy with his own cock and I found myself watching another man fuck a woman while I plowed one of my own. What a weird sensation that was! Erotic beyond belief.

Ten minutes of gentle stroking made Amy cum. After the shakes stopped, I resumed stroking but bent down and sucked on her other tit, so that both of them were occupied. It took less than eight minutes to get her off again and only about seven to make her cum a third time. Ted had long ago cum in Jessica's pussy and Jess had turned around and was sucking him to get him hard again. I felt my balls contract and gave three more long hard thrusts into Amy's cunt, grabbed her hips to hold us tightly together and emptied my nuts into her hot body. 

I eased back until my cock was out of her and sat back on my haunches. Jamie left her mother's tit and sucked my cock, licking it clean and massaging my balls until I was hard again. In the meantime, Amy turned around and took Jessica's place in front of Ted with her ass in the air ready for to be fucked doggy style. When I was ready, Jamie scrambled around and lay on her back with her legs up in a wide V and watched as my cock approached and pushed inside her twat. As my pubis mashed against her buttocks, she filled her lungs with air and then let out a giant sigh. I bent over her and whispered directly into her ear "I'd rather start this by eating your beautiful pussy but you'll have to promise to let me do that later."

She said "Damn, sweetie, you can eat me any time you fucking well please. Now screw me, huh?"

I started stroking slowly, rocking on her mound with every completed cycle. For a while I bowed my body enough to suck on her tits, swapping every few minutes until I had made the rounds twice. Then I stood on my knees and started massaging her legs while I stroked. The first time my thumb pad circled her clitoris, she climaxed with a stifled scream.

I had forgotten about Jessica until I felt a leg lay over my calves and looked over to see that she had squirmed under her mother and spread her legs. Jess was sucking her father's balls while her mother ate her pussy. Ted seemed to be in total ecstasy, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face, but he was still stroking his wife's pussy. I searched Jamie's soles for the trigger spot and found it, making her scream again as the waves of pleasure overtook her body. I kneaded her titties for a bit before going back to her feet. Five times she screamed through climaxes before I shot a load of cum into her and left her panting on the bed.

I sat back and watched Amy eating Jessica's pussy and Ted plowing Amy's cunt and my cock grew stiff again. Since Jessica was my next partner, I wondered if I could get my cock into her while her mother still worked on her clitty. I moved over between Jess's legs and aimed my new erection to the spot just below where Amy was licking and easily pierced her hot spot. Amy started to pull back so I held her in place until I had ten inches inside Jessica. I felt Amy's tongue touch my shaft but mostly she was working Jess's clit. Ted held up a hand for a high five and I smacked it and we went back to work on the women.

Amy already had Jess cumming so I don't know how many climaxes she had ... at least three after I stuck my cock in her, although her mother's tongue may have been primarily responsible for that. I knew when Ted rammed into Amy's ass and held on, knowing from first hand experience that he was filling her with cum. I got a couple of handfuls of Amy's big tits and held on for dear life as I fucked Jess hard. A few more minutes and I spent another load of love lava in Jessica's tunnel of love. Jess looked back at me and said "You're a mother-fucker, you know?"

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Sure" she said, grinning. "You've fucked me and you've fucked my mother. That makes you a mother-fucker." Amy and Jamie were laughing. It wasn't the usual definition of mother-fucker but it was a good one.

We all needed to take some time to recover after that. Amy and Jessica had both been screwed twice but Jamie only once so Ted got under her and ate her pussy while his balls recovered. I remember thinking "I'd never suck another guy's cum out of a cunt" ... but little did I know what would be in store for me down the road.

Amy said she was going to get some sodas for everyone while we rested and I got up and padded after her to help, watching the magic swinging of her booty with every step. When she stopped at the kitchen sink, I snuggled up behind her and captured both titties in my hand. With my mouth near her ear, I said "You are so sexy, so beautiful. I really love these big titties and your magnificent ass. Just a glance at you makes me rock hard. Thank you for letting me sample your fabulous delights."

She cocked her head and mimicked kissing me. "Thank you, honey. But it is me that should be telling you about ... your cock is so ... wonderful. It makes me feel so full. And the way you fuck ... Ted makes me cum but not as much as you did. I loved every second your dick was inside me."

"Good. I hope it will continue to be that good. We are going to try it some more, aren't we?"

She laughed. "Sure. How long can you go? I think Ted is winding down."

"I can go all night, I think."

We took the sodas back and everybody relaxed for a while. After ten minutes though, Amy said "Ted, I think its time."

Ted asked "Kevin, have you ever fucked a woman's ass?"

I responded "Yes, sir."

"You like doing that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Amy wants you to fuck her ass."

"Okay!" I replied enthusiastically.

"There's only one thing" Ted said. "I'm going to be fucking her pussy. Have you had a double-penetration fuck?"

"No, sir."

"Well, it's a little different but I think a guy with your assets would love it. Let's try."

Ted lay in the middle of the bed. Amy crawled over and straddled him, easing back so that his cock slid into her still slippery cunt. They both spread their legs as Jamie brought a gob of lubricant and slathered on my cock. I could see what they were planning. On my knees, I walked up between them toward Amy's upstanding ass. Jessica held my cock and guided it toward her mother's anus. At the last instant, I saw her ass hole begin to open as Amy concentrated on relaxing her sphincter. My cock experienced little resistance as it pushed the ring of muscle aside and disappeared into the dark chamber.

It was fairly like the other times I had pierced a female's ass hole except that I could definitely feel the hard tube of Ted's cock inside Amy's cunt as my shaft slid in atop it. Between Jamie and Jessica, one was fondling my balls and the other stuck a finger into my ass hole and massaged my prostate gland. I was in a new world of sensations, one that soon had me feeling out of control as I banged Amy's ass. At first I was a little put off each time my scrotum slapped against Ted's hairy balls but then I thought about the sweet little woman between us and could see that, from the way she was jerking her head and the constant stream of words begging and pleading with us to keep fucking her harder and harder, Amy was getting as much or more pleasure than me out of it. I squeezed her titties unmercifully hard and rammed her ass over and over and over, hearing her declare four times that she was cumming again. I even felt the pulses of cum as Ted shot his load into his wife's pussy. And then I unloaded my own balls in what felt like the biggest climax I had ever had.

The three of us collapsed into a tangle of exhausted but well-satisfied flesh. Jamie brought a washcloth and carefully washed my cock and balls and I finally moved, all too aware of contact with parts of Ted's hairy body. Jessica brought two other washcloths fresh from a stream of hot water and applied them to our scrotums, she manipulating Ted's while Jamie gently worked mine around my balls in an effort to help us recover quicker. It helped and in twenty minutes Ted grinned and asked me if I was ready to do it again.

This time it was Jamie's turn and I got the bottom position in Jamie's pussy with her hovering over me while Ted eased into her anus from behind. Jamie began cumming quickly and nearly went wild while Ted screwed her ass for thirty-seven minutes before he came again. After he rolled off to the side for Amy to tend, I pushed and pulled Jamie up and down my body for another twelve minutes while Jamie came twice more and I spilled my seed into her cunt.

It was nearly forty-five minutes later that both of us were hard again and we used the same positions to fuck Jessica. We plied her twin holes for nineteen minutes to make her cum the first time. After that Ted blew his last wad of the night three minutes later and Jamie came continuously for the next nine minutes while I jacked her up and down my lance until I shot off another load.

Amy immediately massaged my balls with a hot cloth. The girls seemed to be tired and ready to call it a night and Ted fell asleep in a chair while Amy was tending to me but I asked her if I could fuck her one more time before we quit and she laughingly agreed. This time it was just her and me on the bed. I knelt between her legs and slipped my cock back into her still hot pussy and then snuggled down on her chest as she bear hugged me to her. We kissed long and hard and swapped spit while I rocked my pubis on her mound. Thirty-eight minutes we fucked, nine times she came, and then I filled her with my cum. When she could speak again, she told me that I would always be welcome in her bed ... and in her pussy. 




A Real Teacher Ch. 04



As I dressed, Ted sleepily told Amy that we were going to have to do this again. She and the girls discussed it enthusiastically and it was agreed that we would meet every four to six weeks at least. Jessica and Jamie both kissed me and said that they had a good night. I added a pair of panties from both Amy and Jamie to my collection; so far I had collected a pair from every woman I had screwed and most of them were lovingly autographed by the original owner. Both Amy and Jamie signed their panties to me with love.

End of Chapter 04



A Real Teacher Ch. 05



Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable.

The first Saturday in May, I went down to the school to shoot some baskets with some of the guys and walked home in the late evening. I cut through Carver City Park mostly just to vary my routine, since it was a little longer than the most direct route. It was a pleasant walk with the temperature just right, all the trees and grass very green from April rains, and birds and squirrels wandering around. There were people all around but none that I recognized. However when I passed the swing sets two girls began to follow me and I heard them whispering and giggling behind me. I zigged and zagged along a couple of paths just to make sure and then at a corner I turned and asked "Are you two following me?"

One answered "Uh, huh. Are you Kevin Carter?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

The blonde said "I'm Nancy Trotter and this is Carrie Wilder. We're in the sophomore class too but don't have any classes with you. We've heard about you and ... well, we wanted to know if it's true."

"What did you hear?"

The brunette responded "We heard that you're hung like a horse. At least that you've got the biggest penis that any of our friends have ever seen. Is it true?"

"Ladies, I don't know. Are you willing to find out?"

In unison, they both shouted "yes!"

I said "I've got a rule. You have to show me yours too."

Nancy said "That's no problem." She took my arm and pulled me. "We know where there's a spot where nobody else ever goes. Come on." We headed off the beaten path into the bushes, into some thick undergrowth. Sure enough there was a winding trail, if you could call it that, that let us get into a sort of park within the park, an area completely surrounded by low-growing bushes and tall trees but with a grassy spot in the middle about the size of my room at home.

Carrie began tearing at my belt and jeans while Nancy took off my shirt. I pulled on their tops one handed and struggled but the girls finally whipped them off as if they were suddenly hot. Shorts and panties quickly followed and they both dropped to their knees in front of me. Carrie squealed in delight as my dong inflated and stood at attention. Fingers probed the contours of my arrowhead, down my shaft and around my ever-ready nuts.

These were not two shrinking violets. They were take-charge types and pulled me to the soft grass, where Nancy threw a leg over me and guided my sword into her sheath. No sooner had she settled down and engulfed my entire rod than the sun disappeared from sight as Carrie lowered her bottom over my face and all I could see was a cute little ass as my mouth covered her cunt. Nancy whispered over and over that she felt totally, totally full ... and how she wanted to keep it that way.

Carrie was dripping cunt juice when she squatted over me and my tongue elicited more, much, much more in the next twenty minutes. She kept shaking and quaking so much that I didn't know how many orgasms she had but she was having a good time, at least up until she could no longer stay upright and fell off to the side to rest on the grass.

Meanwhile Nancy decided to use my flagpole as the point for a spinning top, turning herself through several 360º turns. Every time by my scrotum, she tugged at my balls and then in the next half circle, she would rub or pinch my nipples. Every so often, she stopped for a couple of minutes of hummingbird speed humping, ramming herself up and down my shaft like a jackhammer. I felt her climax several times but it wasn't until Carrie fell off that I knew the impact they made on Nancy ... to keep from crying out, she had bit down on her lower lip hard enough that blood was slowly dripping from her chin. She was oblivious to it though, so intent was she on the good feelings coming from our point of connection. About 35 minutes after sitting on me, she also fell off in exhaustion, forming a triangle of bodies with her head almost touching Carrie's.

I got to my knees and retrieved my jeans. I fished out a clean handkerchief and cleaned up the blood on Nancy's breasts where it had dripped, then held it to her chin until it stopped bleeding. My dong was still rock hard and throbbing and, since I hadn't been inside Carrie and she was laying with her butt up, I straddled her legs, pointed my tool between them and pushed forward until it slipped into her pussy. She hadn't protested ... in fact, she reached back and spread her buttocks to help me find the mark. I was soon lying on top of her with my crotch pressing against her cute ass, most of my thirteen inches inside her hot pussy. She made a tripod of her forearms and rested her head on it while I fucked her. I worked a hand under her and massaged her mound until she came ... and came ... and came ... and came again just as I spewed cum into her cunt. I rolled off, lay back on the grass with my head on Nancy's stomach and my legs across Carrie's ass and took a short nap.

Both girls had a hand on my cock when I awoke. My newest erection had them fascinated. I asked Nancy to let me fuck her doggy and she got up on hands and knees for me. By the time I had knee-walked around behind her and guided my schlong into her steamy quim, Carrie had squirmed around so that she was under Nancy in the 69 position and Nancy buried her face in Carrie's pussy while Carrie began to suck one of my balls. It was a delicious activity that resulted in multiple orgasms for both girls and a very satisfying one for me.

The two girls licked and sucked my cock until it was hard again. This time I mounted Carrie while Nancy sat on her face. I managed to fuck Carrie and suck Nancy's titties while Carrie was eating Nancy's pussy. By the time I climaxed, both girls had cum several more times. By then it was late and we were all exhausted. As we were dressing, I snatched their panties and explained that I needed them, preferably signed which they both did, giggling of course. We exchanged phone numbers and I walked home, tired but happy.

Into my junior year things became a little more hectic. The senior cheerleaders were gone replaced by a new crop of senior cheerleaders. A new class of sophomores moved in and they soon picked up on my reputation. Even more girls wanted to have sex with me, to test being fucked by the biggest cock they had ever seen. I tried not to disappoint any while still keeping up with my regulars from the prior year.

Elizabeth Stanton was still my favorite snatch. We had managed to fuck weekly, even through the summer vacation except for a week when she went on a trip, and still no one else was aware of our relationship, so far as I knew.

I still went by the Stephens' house and got my fill of pussy on a regular basis. Even though Mr. Stephens ... Ted ... did a lot of business travel, I was always welcome at their house, whether one or both of the girls was home or it was just Mrs. Stephens ... Amy. On more than one occasion, I dropped by only to find that Amy was the only one home. She always took me to bed and fucked my brains out every way we could think of ... oral, vaginal, anal ... and then started over again. If either of the girls was home, she would share me with her daughters. The next time I saw Ted, he would talk about how great his next fuck session would be because his wife and daughters would tell him blow by blow about what I had done with them. He never objected to sharing his women with me. Still the very best of times was when the two of us fucked our way through them one at a time.

Mrs. Schowinski was still a regular lover, about twice a month. She was very grateful for my services and I rather enjoyed playing hide the salami with her. So far as I knew, Monica still did not know that I was occasionally screwing her mother.

As the fall semester of my junior year progressed, I added three more female teachers and two female administrators to my list of mates, and it occurred to me that I was beginning to develop a 'thing' for older women. High schoolers were good but older women seemed to appreciate my efforts even more.

Ms. Irene Wagner was a 56 year old white haired spinster, frumpy and rotund and not at all the object of my sexual attention. She was a biology teacher and also in charge of the schools collection of text books, including fall distribution. She requested that I work with her the week before school started to count and distribute text books into the class rooms where they would be assigned as soon as school started. When she first showed me the book storage arrangement, I couldn't believe the chaos ... books piled high all around the room, no shelves in use and seemingly in total disarray. It turned out that she had a sort of cataloging system and she knew where everything was but getting to them sometimes was a problem.

The first afternoon, we were searching for a civics book that didn't seem to be in the right place and we crossed paths in the same narrow aisle, having to turn sideways to pass. She turned her back to me, I faced the same way. However I nudged a stack of books behind me and things began to shift, pushing me against her big round ass. Ol' Mr. Ever Ready perked up and poked her in the butt and she noticed it, especially when I had to lunge at the stacks in front of her to keep from falling over and in a falling domino scenario, she put one of her outlandishly large titties in each of my hands. I couldn't help myself ... I squeezed, causing her to push back and into my now solidly erect schlong.

She was such a sweet little lady and I didn't want to embarrass myself but I couldn't help it either. I pulled on one end and pushed on the other and she said "Mr. Carter, I see the stories about your anatomy are true."

"What stories, Ms. Wagner?"

"The stories going around school are that you have a particularly large protuberance between your legs. And I can feel that it is ... very large. And very hard. Did I do that to you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I can't seem to help it."

"I suppose it will be pretty difficult for you to work like that, wont it?"

"Yes, ma'am. Very painful."

"Do you want to use me to ... relieve it?"

"Yes, ma'am, if you would let me."

"All right, Mr. Carter. Just don't take all day." She slid the skirt of her dress up and pushed her cotton panties down before bending over the stacks in front of her. I worked the head of my throbbing cock between her big globes and found the opening to her pussy and worked it in. Even as I flexed my third leg inside her, I couldn't keep my hands off her huge milk jugs and soon managed to unbutton the top of her dress and unfasten the hooks that freed her. Between my work in her cunt and pinching and pulling her nipples, that little demur ball of flesh came six times before I shot off my wad. As she put her clothes back in place, she said "That was very ... rewarding, Mr. Carter. Now let's get back to work." At first she resisted my claim on her panties but eventually she laughed and signed them for me.

Ms. Wagner didn't mention the incident the rest of the day but when we got close mid-morning the following day, I got hard again. Without asking, I eased her skirt up, found that she was not wearing panties, and she bent over the books without a word. This time I also got a little finger work in around her clitty and she came eight times before me.

After lunch she spotted me looking longingly at her ass, the outline of my erection clearly visible under my t-shirt. Without a word, she raised her skirt and bent over, waiting for me to take advantage of her offer. My cock was in her in less than twenty seconds and her tits were bare and in my hands in another ten. Eleven times she came before I unloaded in her hot box.

The following morning I walked in on her sitting in her big office chair, one leg over each padded chair arm, her fingers working around her clitty and a glazed look in her eyes. I dropped to my knees and pulled her hand away, replacing it with my mouth. My tongue soon had her quaking with orgasm after orgasm until she passed out. When she awoke, I was standing in the same place carefully working my long rod in and out of her cunt. Seven more times she climaxed before she passed out again and then I came. I was at work in the book room when I saw her stirring again. Three times that day I made long trips with the heavy book cart down to the east wing, stacking hundreds of books in nine classrooms. Each time I returned to the book room, she rewarded me with another fuck. She told me I didn't have to do it but I could if I wanted to. I never missed an opportunity.

Each of the remaining days, I fucked the otherwise staid Ms. Wagner at least four times. I decided on Thursday that I would stay late and make sure we could finish the following day. Friday turned out to be a rather light day after that and she offered herself to me seven times and I fucked her all seven, giving her a fresh load with each new fuck. She climaxed a total of fifty-seven times by her count, more than all the orgasms she had ever had in her life before we met, according to her. Late in the day she was in her chair and I lay on her desk facing her. With the sweetest possible smile, she bared her breasts, rolled her chair up to the desk and fed me her titties for nearly an hour while her hand fondled my cock and balls, leading to our seventh and final fuck that day.

Once the school year started, I spent fourth period at a battered desk in the book room, now considerably more spacious than before. Teachers who had returns or needed more texts sent students to me for them but it was pretty slow. Ms. Wagner found time each day to come into the book room and let me fuck her doggy style, getting her off typically three times, sometimes four and me once. Maybe once a week, she let me eat her pussy before fucking her but she was always afraid that if we took too much time we would be discovered. However we were always in the dark foot of the L-shaped room where nobody could see unless we went over and opened the locked door first.

The last week in October, Ms. Wagner asked me if I could work with her at her house the coming Saturday. I cleared it with my mom and was at her house by 8:30 in the morning. I was not amazed to find that every room in her quaint old house was filled with books, some of them in stacks on the floor. However there was nothing on her bed and that's where she planned for us to work, to my everlasting delight. She told me that she was really an inexperienced lover so I taught her things I had learned, like additional cunnilingus techniques including licking her anus, fellatio which she had reservations about but finally decided that she liked the taste of my salty cum, and several positions for vaginal sex. We fucked and fucked and fucked but she would never let me kiss her, at least not with an open mouth. She never would call me Kevin, it was always Mr. Carter so I always called her Ms. Wagner, even though I knew her intimately. Several times that day I spent long stretches sucking her massive titties. Finally I pulled her legs up and rubbed her soles while plowing her cunt with my schlong. She began to go off, over and over and over again. She passed out, came to, passed out again, came to, passed out a third time and came to again, all while her body was progressing through one humongous orgasm. After she came around the last time, I pulled my cock out of her cunt and carefully pushed it into her ass hole. At first she was shocked that I would do that but then she started to cum again and again and again and she forgot what hole I was using as she collapsed into a quivering, quaking mound of hot lustful flesh. When I finally blew off another load into her bowels, I eased out of her, lay down on my side and pulled her close to me. She started crying and I asked why and she said "Because nobody ever cared enough to do that for me before now." After that, I 'worked' at Ms. Wagner's house on the last Saturday of every month.

Mrs. Inez Pearson was the assistant principal and the sponsor of nearly every after-school activity that involved girls, including the cheerleaders. In early November I was running to make my fifth period but the second bell rang just as I turned the corner into the west wing and I still had a long hall to go. Then just as I passed the school offices, Mrs. Pearson stepped out and called like a drill sergeant "Mr. Carter! Come here!" I turned and went back because Mrs. Pearson didn't brook any foolishness, not where breaking the rules was concerned.

"Why are you running, Mr. Carter?" she demanded.

"I .. uh, I'm late." I stuttered. I couldn't tell her that I had spent so much time screwing Ms. Wagner in the book room that I was late getting to the cafeteria and even wolfing down my lunch didn't make up enough time.

"I can see that, Mr. Carter. Why are you late?"

"Well, I was busy helping Ms. Wagner."

She stepped closer to me and I think she sniffed. "Why are my girls always talking about you, Mr. Carter? What makes you so interesting?"

"Uh, I don't know, Mrs. Pearson."

"Come to my office. You can't go to class now without a pass." She turned on her heel and marched through the outer office into her smaller side office. She closed the door after me and went around to her chair. Motioning to a chair at the end of her desk, she said "Come over here, Mr. Carter. Tell me about yourself."

"Uh ... I'm not sure what to say. I think I'm just an average student."

"What are your interests?"

Oh, boy! How could I answer that? Pussy? Girls? Cunt? Booty? Titties? Cumming? "Well, I don't know. I like watching most sports. And I like to study. Biology is good."

"Yeah, I guess. You mean the study of female bodies, Mr. Carter? Is it true what they say about you, that you have done it with more girls in this school than any other boy ... ever?" 
"Wow! Do you really believe that, Mrs. Pearson?"

"You know, Kevin, I just don't know what to believe. I do know that I hear your name multiple times every day and the girls are usually whispering in the way they have when talking about sex. Look at me, Kevin. Be honest with me. Are you having sex with several girls in this school?"

I hesitated but knew the cause was lost. If I denied it, she would know and then she'd think I was a liar to boot. I said "Yes, ma'am" in a rather soft voice.

"Why, Kevin? Oh, I don't mean why do you do it. Boys like to get laid by anything with a hole in it. But why do the girls do it? Obviously the girls know that you are having sex with several of them. How many is it?"

"This year? Uh, thirty-four."

"Holy shit! Oh, damn! Excuse me. Did you say thirty-four?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What do you do to them that they are willing to let you do that?"

"Uh, Mrs. Pearson, every one of them came to me. Not the other way around."

"Wow! Okay then. What do you have that makes so many girls come to you for sex?"

"Well ... it's kind of embarrassing. I guess it's my anatomy."

"You mean your ...?!?" and she pointed to my crotch. I nodded.

"You've got to be kidding! Show me."

"Mrs. Pearson, I have a rule. I'll show you mine but you have to show me yours."

"What? You think I'm going to risk my job just to see how a boy in the eleventh grade is hung? No way!"

Of course Mr. Ever Ready had popped to attention a few seconds after the conversation turned to sex. I stood now and she could see the outline under my shirt. I stepped up to her and watched her lick her lips. "Go ahead and touch it. It's not fake."

Her hand reached out tentatively and touched the bulb in my shirt just above my navel. There was no doubt about what it was but she let her hand trail down the shaft until she cupped my scrotum and there was no doubt in her mind that it was connected to the bulge that ran upward. In awe she said 'ohmigod!"




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Like touching a hot potato, she jerked her hands back. "I can't be seen doing this."

"There are some things I can do" I said, as an idea dawned. Dashing between the chair and desk, I ducked down and crouched under her desk, then turned her and, sliding my hands under her skirt, worked her panties off and pulled her to the edge of the chair. I spread her legs while she watched with mouth agape and buried my face in her curly brown-haired cunt. Rather than protest, she groaned "Ohyessssss" and the pussy juices began to flow. She actually humped my face for a while, until she came with a moan barely contained in the office. I was still working on her after her second orgasm when there was a knock on the door and one of the counter girls came in. She said "Here's the fifth period attendance report, Mrs. Pearson" setting it down on the desk. I glanced up but couldn't see above her skirt, so I kept eating pussy, trying not to make any slurping sounds. Mrs. Pearson, to her credit, remained in her slouched position and told the girl "Thanks. That's all, Melanie." I heard the door close just as Mrs. Pearson sucked in her breath and started shaking through her third climax. Finally she pulled my ears and said "Come out of there, Kevin." I surreptitiously stuffed her panties in my pocket as I squirmed out of the desk hole. She said "I want to continue our discussion after your last period. Now take this hall pass and get to your next period."

A hundred and ten minutes later I hurried back up the hall to the office. Mrs. Pearson met me at the door and said "Follow me." We turned to the stairwell and fought traffic to the second floor and down the west wing. She stopped in front of a door to a darkened room and unlocked it. After I was inside, she locked the door behind me, then led me to the small storage room behind the front chalk board. She turned and said "Okay. Now show me."

I said "Okay but you first."

Without hesitation, she began taking off her blouse "By the way, do you know what happened to my panties?"

"Yes, ma'am. I took them to help me remember that fantastic meeting."

"Oh, Kevin, you don't need to do that." She was in the process of unhooking her bra. Out spilled a pair of generous knockers with long hard nipples. As I dropped my pants and jockeys, she shucked her skirt and stood naked. Instantly her hands went to my erection "Oh, my! I didn't believe anyone really could be this big. It feels so nice. I wonder what it would be like ...?"

"There's only one way to find out. No one else ever has to know."

"But don't you think my husband will know I've been with someone else?"

"Not if you don't tell him." I was rocking back and forth and she had slowly pushed the head down until it was just piercing her outer lips. She still had both hands on my shaft but I slowly pushed forward, felt the tip find her opening and saw her expression freeze. I kept pushing forward until she was forced to remove her hands or stop me. She moved her hands. I pushed forward until our bodies were pressed together tightly. I hugged her and our lips met, our tongues soon intertwined, my cock flexing inside her love chamber. After a bit she broke the kiss and her fingers dug into my shoulder as I began thrusting slowly in and out of her hot cunt. She whispered "I've never done it standing up like this. Can we dance?"

We didn't have music but started to slow dance as if we could hear the Glen Miller Orchestra playing just for us. Her head rested on my chest, right hand in my left, left hand around my neck while my right hand held her waist ... well, a little lower actually ... it held her left buttock. With every sliding step we took, my dong shifted inside her, around and around. We both felt it. At one point she jerked her head back and her fingers dug into my shoulder and she didn't move for a few beats but then we started again as she relaxed. She was huffing "oh!...oh!...oh!" By the time she had cum five times, she was too weak to stand and I had to hold her. Then finding an old desk, I set her on the edge and carefully helped her lay back. I held her legs on my shoulders and started stroking her pussy, teasing her clit with the pad of my thumb or searching the soles of her feet for the spot, until she had cum seven more times. By then she was not the vigorous, vivacious person she usually was. Instead she was tired and sated and looked very happy. I rammed into her pussy hard for several strokes, felt my balls quiver and then shot eighteen spurts of hot love liquid into her steamy tunnel. While my dong was slowly deflating, I bent over and sucked her nipples and told her how wonderful she was as a lover.

I didn't expect to ever fuck Mrs. Pearson ... Inez ... again because there is no doubt that she is in love with her husband, and he would undoubtedly come unglued if he ever found out that his wife was having sex with someone else. However the first week in January before school resumed from the holiday break she called and asked me to meet her. Her husband was away and she wanted to try it again. She rented a motel room for herself and we spent a great afternoon and early evening sucking and fucking our brains out. Once again when we parted she said that we could never do it again. We spoke in passing but there was nothing intimate about it ... until spring break in early April. Her husband had gone south for a week and we met twice. Each time I screwed her head off and then screwed it back on. She came so many times she lost track every time. After the second evening, she admonished me again that we could never do it again. I think she is hooked on long dongs though and I think she will contact me every time her hubby is safely out of town. 

End of Chapter 05



A Real Teacher Ch. 06



Author's note: Many thanks to Literotica's own LadyCibelle for her editing expertise in making my stories more readable.

Miss Angela Lansdown was a 23 year old first year English literature teaching assistant. She had beautiful waist-length blonde hair and a magnificent all-over tan to go with her sparkling brown eyes. One day during discussion of Macbeth, she slipped a note into my hand that read "C me after u'r last class." I walked back to her classroom after school and found the room deserted, I thought. Then I heard her call from the storage closet. When I walked in, she was pretending to check out the old equipment in the closet. She turned and asked "Do you mind if I check to see if the rumors are true?"

Of course I knew what she meant. "No, I don't mind" I said. As her hands began exploring my crotch, I fondled her nice round titties before slipping down to cup her ass. She was quite satisfied with what she found and asked if I'd be interested in giving her a demonstration of what it could do. When she bared her neatly trimmed pussy, I was tempted to go down on her but she said that we had limited time so I whipped out Mr. Ever Ready and worked it into her, finding her snatch already wet and slick. We fucked in several positions but I finally had to push her up against the wall and hold her legs while I banged her through three orgasms leading to my own. She told me a few days later that the dirty wall had nearly ruined her white blouse but a lot of scrubbing finally got it clean.

Ms. Lansdown was living with her parents and two younger siblings and was not in a position to take me home for more frolicking nor were either of us in a financial position to afford a motel so we were satisfied with a quickie in the closet once every week or two. Angela did some clean-up work in the closet so that our clothes would not get so dirty and even uncovered a small desk that we put to great use many times. I got to eat her pussy just before the second time we fucked, making her cum four times orally and then four times with my dong high in her body. She said that she would like to do more sometime but it wasn't easy getting away from her family ... or her boyfriend. We were finally discovered by Ms. Kimberly Turner, the typing teacher and Angela's friend, when she came looking for Angela after school and we forgot to lock the classroom door.

Ms. Turner at first seemed shocked that Angela was letting a student fuck her but then when she watched and saw the size of my cock, she locked the door and came back and watched, licking her lips and rubbing a hand between her legs. After I finished with her, Angela suggested that Kim ought to "have a try at it" with me. She was already so hot that she didn't even seem to know that Angela and I undressed her and I stuck my cock into her steaming hot cunt. She came eight times in the thirty-three minutes it took me to work up another load of cum. Afterward I sucked her 38DDs for several minutes each before backing off and dressing.

Kim had a live-in boyfriend but he worked until seven every night so she invited me to her apartment after school one day. For more than three hours, I ate her pussy and then plowed her cunt and ass hole while she came every few minutes just like Old Faithful. I dressed and was kind of sneaking down the stairs a few minutes after seven when her boyfriend bounded up the stairs and went into the apartment. She laughingly told me the next day that she barely got a robe on before he caught her with our love juices running down her leg. As he usually did, he stuck his hand between her legs and noticed the unusually wet condition. She explained that she was unusually horny for him and he immediately took her to bed and plowed her wet pussy.

Given the option, I probably would have fucked Kim more often but we only got together about twice a month after that. She loved our sessions but didn't want to lose her boyfriend ... but then in the spring he told her he knew she was screwing someone else and he didn't mind that but he wanted to watch too. She was finally convinced that he meant it so one evening we arranged for me to be there later than normal. He walked in on me plowing her hot pussy, undressed and sat jacking off while he watched my cock boring her hole. Later he fucked her doggy while she sucked my cock and he had one of his greatest orgasms. After that I was given a standing invitation to screw Kim as long as our twice a month the sessions were late enough for him to join us. Kim said she thought she was getting the best of both worlds. 

In February I suggested a double penetration session. Neither of them had ever done it but it turned out great, with Jeremy on bottom, Kim in the middle and me screwing her ass from behind. Kim nearly lost her head, she loved it so much, and the DP became part of our bi-weekly ritual.

I encountered Mrs. Haley Forester, girl's physical education teacher, at the beginning of the second semester in January when Ms. Wagner sent me to take some health book brochures to her. Haley was a 28 year old true blonde with warm blue eyes. When I walked into the gym with the brochures, almost every girl in the gym class greeted me and she wanted to know how I knew them all. I just shrugged but three junior girls came running up to us and fondled my cock until it was rock hard and she could see its size. She sent the girls back to their games and asked me into her office. She had no problem showing me her beautiful body when I dropped my pants for her. She climbed onto the edge of her desk and I gave her a sample fuck in the twenty-one minutes before the girls had to hit the showers. She came three times and wanted to set up an after-school meet.

Since her husband was currently out of work and stayed at home most days, she agreed to meet me in the book room after last period ... Ms. Wagner would be gone for the day before the period ended. When Haley arrived, I took her around to the dark part of the room and fucked her standing, missionary on the desk, and doggy style for an hour and twenty minutes. She came fourteen times and I shot three loads of cum into her. I couldn't believe my good fortune in getting to screw another such beauty, one who rivaled Mrs. Stanton.

Haley was grateful for the pleasures of sex. She said that the sex at home had not been good, especially since her husband lost his job. After that he was not able to perform very often, even though she felt like she was a woman who had to have sex regularly to function well in the rest of her life. It helped that I was visiting part of her love chamber where no cock had been before. With my schedule of screwing other women, I wasn't sure how I could work her in very often but she had the perfect solution: if I didn't mind coming to school early, we could meet in the book room and fuck every morning before school. That way she'd be feeling fine when school started. For one of the first times in my life, I looked forward to going to school early.

We began meeting in school the following morning and we fucked our brains out for about fifty minutes. Then we'd dress. I'd go to my first class in the east wing while she went to her first class in the gym by the west wing. She said she had to start wearing a tampon every morning to keep my cum from running out and staining her gym shorts until she could get her first shower. The way she said it I knew she did not think of it as being a problem, or at least it was a problem she liked having. 

After that, the only time we didn't fuck in the mornings was when she had her period. On those days, she would give me some great blow jobs and let me spend lots of time sucking her titties. She told me one day in the spring that her girls were very suspicious that she was getting laid every morning because her attitude was much more mellow than it had been before we started.

In February of that school year, I used some money that I'd saved to purchase a fire-proof lockbox ... a little square home safe ... and a supply of shirt cardboard. Over the last seventeen months, I had developed quite a collection of women's panties. Each time I took a pair home, I carefully recorded the owner's name, the date of our first copulation and comments about how it went in indelible ink on the garment. In the case of a few of them where there was so little material or the color would not allow ink to show, I wrote on a tag which I then pinned to the garment. Once I purchased the lock box, I mounted the panties on the cardboard sheets and began to file them in the box. 

I had a pair for Mrs. Stanton, small silky white bikini panties. I had a pair of blue-and-yellow print bikini panties that belonged to Megan. I begged for a pair of the cheerleaders' uniform panties but they wouldn't let me have them; instead Candy Carlson and Linda Upshaw both gave me a pair of their usual printed bikinis, as did Angela Amondsen, Kelly Langer, and Rachel Goldsmith. I had a pair of large white cotton print panties from Ms. Schowinski and a similar pair of large white ones from Alice Morrison. Janeth Wilson gave me a pair of pink midi-panties. I never did get a pair from Mallory Owens ... she said she never wore panties. I didn't get a pair from Jessica Stephens at our first fuck in Megan's bed but I did get a pair of the tiniest baby-blue bikini panties from her at one of the family sessions at her house. Jamie Stephens gave me a pair of pale yellow bikinis and Amy Stephens gave me a pair of lacy black crotchless panties. Somehow I didn't collect a pair of panties from Allie Myers at our first fuck ... just forgot I guess ... but I got a pair a couple of months later and back-dated the comments. However Megan's mother even signed her white midis with "Thanks for a wonderful fuck, Jenny Styles" Faith Wilson gave me a pair of pure lace bikinis.

Trudy Upshaw was wearing a pair of blue bikinis printed with teddy bears when I first fucked her and she signed her name on them for me. Dinah Malone gave me a pair of Chinese red bikinis while Phyllis Jackmon gave me my first g-string, in black. Monica Schowinski donated a pair of purple midis while Angel Lipowski gave me a pair of red midis with a split crotch. Gina Thompson donated sea-green lacy bikinis. Ellie Reynolds gave me a white g-string as did Sandy Bracken. Nancy Trotter and Carrie Wilder both donated their little print panties that day in the park and both signed them. I took a pair of Ms. Wagner's large white rayon panties with lacy edges and she never mentioned missing them. Mrs. Pearson donated a pair of lacy black midi panties. I took a pair of pink bikinis from Miss Lansdown while Ms. Lansdown donated a pair of peach-colored midis. Mrs. Forester let me take her white-and-black pinstriped g-string.

There were others in my collection as well as some women I'd fucked that I had not obtained panties from. By the end of my senior year, I counted 97 pairs of panties in my collection and still had a little room to grow. By the time the summer was over and I was into my freshman year in college, the collection was into the low triple digits.

It was mid-way through that summer that a major event occurred in my life, an event that changed my outlook on life forever. I had been out with some friends to watch their senior league baseball game and came home around 10:30. I headed upstairs to my room and passed mom's room at the top of the stairs when I realized that something unusual was in the air. Her door was open and when I took a second look, she was lying on the bed, naked and face down. I called softly but she didn't answer. Carefully I crept in until I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing. She was asleep but I noticed something else ... her right hand was between her legs and from the puddle on the sheet, she had obviously been masturbating.

I had never thought of my mom in sexual terms but here she was completely bared and I was turned on. I formed a new appraisal of her and realized that she was a good looking, sexy woman. She was only 37 years old, had a strong working woman's body that I estimated at 145 pounds and 38DD-28-40, muscular but not bulging legs and was pleasant to look at to say the least. My dad had been dead for most of my eighteen (nearly nineteen) years and she had not done any dating that I was aware of but obviously she still felt the need for sexual release. Mr. Ever Ready jumped at the sight of my mother for the first time. While I watched she pulled her hand up beside her and turned her face the other way but kept sleeping.

I watched her for some time before I made a decision. I took off my clothes and very carefully worked my way up between her spread legs. I pointed my spear at her exposed pussy and very carefully, very slowly, very gently began to work it into her. When I had about five inches in, she stirred so I sat and waited and she settled down again. She muttered something unintelligible when I passed the eight inch mark and she sighed when my crotch nuzzled her buttocks. Both her arms were turned upward so that her hands were about the height of her head and off to each side so I carefully lowered myself and worked my forearms under her armpits close to her body so I could support my weight. Stretched out over her, I kissed her shoulders and neck and began rocking my bottom, causing my cock to search all parts of her vagina. For many long minutes I just moved around on her ass without lifting off her or pulling out of her pussy and gradually she began to respond, first grunting "mmmm mmmm mmmm" and changing to a moaning "ooohhhh oooohhhh oooohhh" and then, as she began jerking her head from side to side, a yelping "oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" and then she climaxed.

When her heart rate had slowed again, she said "Kevin?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"What are you doing?"

"Loving my mother."

"We shouldn't be doing it this way, Kevin."

"Why?"

"You know what people would say?"

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"No!"

"Neither am I." I pulled backward and sat on my legs. 

She turned over to face me. "But you know this is not right, don't you?"

"I know it felt right. I know I love you. I know you have needs." I eased forward again between her legs and she watched.

As my cock again pierced her pussy, she said "But Kevin, you're my son."

"Yes, I know. You are my mother. And I love you."

"Yes, I know. And I love you too, son."

I started grinding on her mound. She closed her eyes and rolled her head but then looked at me again. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure, mom." I kept up the motion and bent my body around so I could suck her titties for the first time in years, since before my memory. Suddenly the expression on her face softened and she looked like a mother nursing her baby son. She put one arm around my neck and with the other hand tenderly brushed my cheek. Slowly I picked up the speed of my sword and she was soon moaning and jerking until she came again. As I looked down at her, I was filled with overwhelming love for her, more than I could ever remember in my life. I hunkered down over her and concentrated on working my cock in her pussy and rubbing her mound with my pubis. Before I shot a load of cum into her hot box, she had cum two more times. I rested a little and got her to turn over onto hands and knees. I moved in behind her and slid my cock back into her pussy. During the next thirty-two minutes, she climaxed two more times while I massaged her back, kneaded her buttocks, and pinched and pulled her titties. I hugged her tightly to me while we rested for several minutes minutes. Then I turned her on her back again, raised her legs to my shoulders and stood on my knees with my cock in her cunt. While I worked the spot on the soles of her feet with my thumbs, she had another three orgasms before I sprayed my third load into her tunnel of love.

Once again I held her close while we rested. I had never left so close to my mother, both physically and mentally. Suddenly she was the love of my life. All the other women were nice and I liked fucking them but nothing was more important to me then than making my mother happy. So when I moved back after kissing her face and neck and saw tears streaming down her face, I became alarmed. "Mom, have I hurt you?"

"No, sugar, you didn't hurt me. Far from it. You've made me feel fantastic. I always felt great after sex with your father but even he never made me cum so many times as you just did. I always knew you were unusually well endowed but I didn't think about what you would do to make a woman feel good."

"I'm glad, mom, because being with you has made me feel so very, very fantastic."

"Yes, but you know this is not right, Kevin. I know this is not right, honey. We can't do this again."

"Okay, mom. At least not until next time" and I kissed her full on the mouth. She responded with her tongue dueling mine for several minutes.

When we finally broke apart, she looked into my eyes, then shook her head and said "Yeah, I know I'm going to have a hard time saying no to you. Now go to your bed before you make me lose my determination."

We never broached the subject for the next week but then on the following Friday, I came in after being out with some friends and then stopping by the Schowinski's to fuck Monica's mother. Mom was sitting in the den watching the TV as it played the sign-off pattern. I sat beside her and asked if she was all right.

At first she seem like she was in a trance. She didn't answer for several long seconds but then she said "Oh, Kevin! I'm in trouble."

"Mom, what is it?" I asked with alarm.

Instead of speaking, she took my hand and guided it to her crotch. Even though she was wearing slacks, and probably panties under them, I could feel the wetness that soaked the entire area. I asked "Are you hurting?"

She looked at me like I had been stricken dumb. "No, dummy. I've been thinking about you since mid-afternoon and I can't stop, no matter what I do. I'm so horny I've wet everything I'm wearing."

I reached over and hugged her. "Mom, that's something I can do something about. Let's go to your room."

"Kevin, I said we shouldn't do that again. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Absolutely not." I got up and scooped her up in my arms and carried her down the hall to her room. In a few minutes, I had her undressed and then shed my own clothes. Then I crawled into her saddle, stopping when my face reached the heat of her pussy. I kissed her up one thigh and down the other before going back and licking all around her cunt. Finally I spread her lips with both hands and buried my face in her. Inside of two minutes she bucked and jerked and came. Even after that it didn't take but a few minutes to reach another orgasm and then another and another and finally a fifth. After that I slid up and guided my raging hard-on into her steamy hole and fucked her long and gently through four more orgasms and then hard and fast through two more until I filled her with my hot seed. We rested kissing and hugging until her hands worked my cock into another erection. Again I turned her onto hands and knees and pounded her ass to another four climaxes before pouring out another load. Again we kissed and hugged and rested until I was hard once more. Then turning her into a jackknife position on her side, I stood on my knees again to screw her cunt and pound her ass while fingering her clitty. She had six small climaxes before she begged me to do it hard and cum so she could rest. I shot my wad into her again. This time she didn't ask me to go to my bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up in the same position the next morning. 

Four nights later we had our third session. It went just about the same as the last one but after my third cum as we lay together, I asked her "Mom, do you like anal sex?"

"Absolutely not!" she exclaimed. "It always hurts too much. I will never do that." I let the subject drop.




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Our fourth session was just three nights later. Once again we went through a similar routine, mostly because it felt great. Each time we did that, she was getting off twelve to fifteen times, some major explosions and some minor tremors, and I came three or four times, usually with a decreasing amount of sperm each time. That was success in my book. Now, for the fourth time, we were lying together and I was beginning to think about sleep when she whispered "Kevin, will you fuck my ass?"

"Only if you are absolutely sure you want to do that."

"Honey, I've been thinking about it and I want to try it with you." She handed me a tube of KY Jelly and I slathered my cock and her anus. She turned over so I could get to her doggy style and I eased my cock into her hole. She grunted in pain when my mushroom head first popped inside but I held still and the pain faded and she said "Go ahead." Twenty-two minutes later she'd cum five more times and I had coated the inside of her bowels with white cum. This time, after I had cleaned up, we fell asleep together.

The following morning she said that she was a little sore in her butt hole but the rewards had been worth it. She said that, if I wanted to, I could start sleeping every night in her bed. I've spent every night since then with her. Normally two out of every three nights, we just cuddle and go to sleep but the other nights are fantastic.

One Sunday afternoon we were watching a video on the TV when she said "I know about your panty collection."

"Oh? When did you find them?"

"A little over a year ago. I was putting some laundry in a drawer and there they were."

"Were you disappointed in me?"

"No, not really. I was a little surprised by how many there were but then ... well, I've always known you were big and I figured you'd never be a one-woman man. I guess now I'm sort of glad that you're not."

I smiled at her. "You're not mad at me for screwing other women?"

"No, honey, I understand. I don't blame the women either. Your father was a handsome man and a good lover but you're so much better it's unreal. I know why women let you fuck them and then they want to do it again. Once they try it, they are hooked. It's an addiction." She held out a pair of lacy white panties on which she had written in purple ink "To my beloved son Kevin, thank you for the greatest sex I have ever known. I look forward to whatever the future brings. Love, Mom."

We watched a few more minutes of the video but both of us seemed to have lost the plot. Finally mom said "I'm going to bed, sweetie. Good-night." She kissed me and disappeared.

I tried for ten minutes to get back into the video plot but all I could think about was the magnificent feelings my cock would generate if it was sliding in and out of my mother's cunt. I got up and turned off the TV, locked the front door, turned off the lights and went to the bedroom. To my delight, she had turned down the sheets and was lying naked, a hand behind each knee holding her legs up and apart. Hastily I threw off my clothes and dived into her muff. It was going to be another fantastic night.

There came a time when the demand for my services exceeded the time available for those services and I had to find a way to curtail my activities. At first I began to see some of my regulars less often than had been the case and then later I actually had to decline some requests to screw women. It nearly broke my heart to have to turn down such a request from someone who might turn out to be the greatest lover ever but that was the way it had to be. I tried to keep those events to a minimum and most of the time I was at least able to provide one-time services.

I set some priorities for myself and promised to retain them. First, I would service my mother any time, any place I could. Secondly, I would keep my appointments with Mrs. Stanton for as long as she would let me, and that still looked good. Thirdly my encounters with the entire Stephens family ... Amy, Jamie, Jessica and even Ted ... was too good to give up and besides it was not often enough to warrant discontinuing.

There were new girls from college and I accommodated most of those, usually on a one-time basis. Occasionally there was a new teacher, although those were few and far between. Three of the most notable additions to my panty collection came from referrals from my mother. Within eight weeks, she brought home, at separate times, three ladies she worked with. Molly and Sabrina were about mom's age while Clara was in her late forties. All three of them were my kind of voluptuous: huge knockers, modest-to-thick waist, and big, round bottoms.

Molly was the first. I was surprised when mom brought her home. Then I found out how eager she was to get to bed and see if mom's stories were true. She had a nice pair of 38DDs that I tasted before moving on to her snatch and eating her to two climaxes. Then I mounted her and turned her every way I could get into her pussy, making her cum six more times before I shot a load of hot cum into her. After that I switched to mom's cunt and screwed her to several orgasms and dumped another hot load into her twat. We went to sleep with me sandwiched between mom and Molly.

Nearly two weeks later, mom brought home Clara for me to play with. It went much the same as it had with Molly except that Clara had a set of 40EEEs on her chest and she loved it when I sucked them so I spent nearly 45 minutes sucking each of them while mom rode my cock. Then I climbed into Clara's saddle and took her for a wonderful spin around the world of orgasms. She was amazed when I turned her flat on her stomach and still managed to drive enough cock into her pussy to be able to fuck her. Most of all she loved it when I got her on hands and knees above mom and the two of them ate each other while I plowed Clara's cunt.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with my latest hard-on questing for a home between Clara's buttocks. With minimal help, it found her still-wet opening and I slow-fucked her while fingering her clit until she was wide awake and screaming for me to fuck her pussy.

A few weeks later, mom brought Sabrina home so she could sample my dong. She was much like Molly sexually and very enjoyable to screw. One difference came to light when she had climaxed a dozen times: she stuck my cock in her mouth and pushed forward until her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft, one of the very few women who have ever deep-throated me. Afterward she wanted me to fuck her ass and we both had a great time.

After our initial meeting, mom brought one of the women home from work one night every week and we had a ball screwing. Sabrina has since moved away but Molly and Clara still visit me frequently. I especially love spending time sucking Clara's big hooters

Some of my ladies have moved on with the years. A few have gone for a while and returned to the neighborhood and again have become my lovers, either regularly or infrequently. Some have remained over the years, moving from one school to another or to different jobs but continuing to live nearby. Some have gotten married but even most of those have maintained at least an on-again, off-again relationship with me. I count myself lucky to have a large number of female friends

Through the years my most faithful lover has been Elizabeth Stanton. Not only did she teach me much about the use of the English language but she also taught me enormous lessons about how to make my partner happy in bed. She has been a real teacher and continues to provide me access to her knowledge ... and to her delights. She has been a real teacher to me.

End of Chapter 06