3 comments/ 34121 views/ 4 favorites Teaching Too Well Ch. 01 By: shood1 All characters in the story are completely fictional and have no relation to any one person living or dead. All characters are also above the age of 18. Chapter 1: The Job and Mrs. Bramstead I sat in a waiting room with three other men about my age, all clearly having just left graduate school in search of a successful first teaching job. The difference between the other teaching candidates and myself was I did not need this job. After all, I was a Scarsdale. Scarsdale's were known throughout New York City and high society for their extreme wealth but their joy of keeping job's that usually the middle class holds. My father was a great surgeon and instead of working a job at one of the finest clinics in the world he chose to work at an E.R. in lower Manhattan. My mother who was trained to be a great violinist settled for a life of relative ease but painful five year olds playing the violin; she became a teacher. So then there is myself. Graduate of Bennington's High School, one of the finest private schools on the East Coast, who went on to be an undergraduate at Princeton majoring in Literature after which enrolling in Columbia Graduate School for Education, known as one of the finest institutions for Education. Why then was I applying for a job at a magnet school in Connecticut? I suppose I wanted some real life experience and the best idea I could come up with was the idea of teaching at a school in Connecticut called Sinclair High School. I was applying for the Senior English Department which meant I would be teaching only Senior year of high school. The interesting thing about this year was the system was a year more than most high schools. Instead of the traditional four years of high school there were five, pre-Frosh being the first. So I had my interview and my class session with the kids showing the faculty what I could bring to the school and I felt I had done reasonably well. The faculty seemed to like me sufficiently and I was able to strike up interesting conversation with the students. Being a Scarsdale we didn't have to give much effort to get people to like us. My parents were that of the top breeding, much like horses. Not only was my father born rich but so was my mother. The most interesting part about their relationship was that they were both extremely beautiful and for a couple in their late fifties still are. My parents were very much in love at the time they married and still are which I suppose granted them the right to have me. One of the things about being attractive is for the first few years of your young adult life when girls and adults keep telling you that you are quite attractive you don't believe them. You figure they must be mistaken and the girls must be horny so they just want to do anything to get you to bed. Then after a while you start believing them. You dress a certain way to accentuate your assets and you start working out at the gym to perfect yourself. Eventually you start believing what people have always been saying and you too belief that in fact, you are quite beautiful. Therefore I had always been stuck with an air of confidence throughout high school, college and graduate school. I wouldn't say that I was promiscuous but I had quite a bit of sex. Of course this wasn't just loose sex I was having but it was relationships with quite a bit of sex. So I continued to sit there as the three men next to me sat there as if they had just been called to the principal's office. I laughed under my breath looking at the three of them wondering why they were so nervous. I began to feel a little guilty because I knew they would give me the job here I was just too qualified for them not to hand it to me. After a few more moments of sitting with these awkward gentlemen Harold Jameson, the Dean of Students, came out to greet me. He extended his hand as he walked across the room. I stood up meeting his hand with mine and shaking firmly. I gave him my usual nice boy grin and he smiled heartily back at me. "Come on in, we are all waiting to talk to you." I followed him into the room where about five members of the school sat. I recognized all of them from previous meetings accept one. There was a woman in her late thirties or early forties sitting at the end of one table who was glaring at me. I stood by my chair waiting for permission to sit down. "Please sit down." I took my sit quickly and thanked him. "I know you've met almost everyone here." The group nodded as I looked around. A few of them gave a cordial 'good to see you' or 'how are you.' Then I looked at the woman at the end of the table hoping to elicit a response. "Nice to meet you Miss...?" I stretched out my hand to greet her. "Julia Bramstead." Finally she spoke, "Mrs. Julia Bramstead." She didn't take my cuteness to call her "Miss" playfully as I had intended. This show of distance from such a beautiful woman was oddly arousing. Not only that but she had an amazing voice to listen to. She had a seductive nature to her voice, a calming purr yet a forewarning that she was that of a 1940's femme fatale. The meeting began and Harold and other members of the school board spoke about what the school's mission is and how they go about their daily routines. I exchanged ideas briefly on how I feel class should be constructed and told them about the things I had learned at Columbia. Overall they seemed very impressed, all but Mrs. Julia Bramstead of course. In general she seemed very uninterested in me. Occasionally it seemed as if she were bored of hearing me talk. A few times I had glanced over and seen she was either writing down notes or she was tracing her cheek with her index finger. For the hour that I was there she never once smiled and when she and I did make eye contact it was in the most condescending manner. I left the meeting feeling very uneasy. I had gone in with confidence knowing I was assured the job. Still I assumed I had the job but Mrs. Julia Bramstead left me feeling uncomfortable. Who was she anyways? She was definitely not a teacher and it didn't seem she was a dean or member of the administration. All said I would still have to wait for the phone call from Harold. Three days went by before I heard anything. I had occupied myself by going to the gym and sculling out on the Charles River. I had returned from an early morning on the water at about nine when I received the phone call from Harold. "Pete." There was a tone of disappointment in his voice. "We have to talk. Look, it's not me Pete, I want to give you the job. It's that goddamn director of the Parent's Board, Mrs. Bramstead." So that's what she was. It seemed that Julia Bramstead was the liaison between the parents and the faculty. I continued to listen to Harold, "Don't be mad at me Pete. I want to give you the job but Mrs. Bramstead demands that she meets with you first. She said a few things about complaints she had about your character and your attitude towards learning. I don't know." "My attitude towards learning?" I interrupted him. I had become severely annoyed by this woman very quickly. Apparently she was out to get me the moment I walked in the room. "Look Pete, listen." I wasn't in the mood to listen now. "Harold, can I meet with this woman?" "Yes, she wants to meet with you tomorrow. Let me give you her number." Harold gave me the woman's number and as soon as we hung up and he apologized thirty more times I immediately dialed this woman. I heard the low cooing woman's voice on the other end. "Hello?" "Hi, this is Peter Scarsdale." "Ah, Mr. Scarsdale we have much to discuss and unfortunately for you I find it hard to find time for these things." What a rude bitch this woman was. She seemed so volatile for no apparent reason. Being curious of course I wanted to get to the root of this hatred. "Yes when can we meet?" "Tomorrow, be here at my house at ten a.m., alright?" She gave me the address and before I could bid her farewell she hung up the phone. I spent the night in a horrendous sleep tossing and turning. For the first time in my life I had encountered someone who was neither taken in by my charm nor appeased by my good looks. I awoke in the early morning and went out to go for a sunrise sculling expedition to get my endorphins flowing. I did not last very long on the water being very distracted by my upcoming meeting in a few hours. I took a shower when I returned home and prepared my nicest business casual outfit I could find. A light blue striped button down shirt with a pleasing yellow tie and black slacks were the outfit I would wear to Mrs. Bramstead. The slacks were snug fitting around the crotch and gave my package a nice look and perhaps an attractive woman like herself might be distracted by a straining eight inch cock. I drove speedily to her house, making sure I arrived early. I pulled into her driveway which revealed a gorgeous white mansion with black shudders on all the windows. I was quite impressed at Mrs. Bramstead and the whole family's status. I parked my Mercedes outside of the front door and walked up to ring the doorbell. After a minute or so which had seemed like an eternity, a young girl answered the door. This girl was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous; she was about five foot nine, light brown hair and thin. She had amazing green eyes that pierced me giving me a bit of heartache. As soon as she answered the door she looked at me and perked up a bit. She pushed out her beautiful tits to accentuate how full they were. "Hi." She had an angels voice, "can I help you?" "Uh, yeah." I stumbled for words. "I am here to see Mrs. Julia Bramstead." She was playing with her white blouse when I spoke and bit her bottom lip. "I'm Peter Scarsdale." "Oh, hi! Yeah, I think she's expecting you. She is out on a run now but she should be back soon. Come in." I entered the foyer of the house to see party directions strewn all over the place. "Excuse the mess," she guided me through the room, "we just had my eighteenth birthday." "Looks like it must have been a blast." I was not looking at the decorations as much I was looking at this beautiful girl with fresh eyes now. I didn't feel so perverted any more staring at a young girl only a few years my junior. When she turned around to guide me to the living room she had a button undone of her blouse revealing heavenly cleavage. "Yeah, we had a lot of fun. But I feel bad because now everything has to get cleaned up. I offered to help but mom, said Maria our maid would do it. Here you can wait in here." I entered an enormous living room with grandiose furniture placed throughout. She guided me to a sofa and I sat down. She plopped herself down on a lounge chair tucking her legs underneath her. Her short white skirt rose up a little on her leg. "So you are going to be a new teacher?" She started to force conversation, probably from feeling uncomfortable me staring at her up and down. "Well that's what I am here to discuss with your mother." I tried to give off a hint of spite towards her mother. "Yeah she can be a bitch." She caught on to my tone quickly. "Don't worry though, a teacher as hot as you deserves the job. When you start teaching the girls will all be clambering to get their hands down your pants." She laughed and I tried to but all that came out was a long deep exhale. I looked around trying to think of something to say to this girl but all I could think of was, 'would you like to feel my cock inside of you?' or 'have you ever had your pussy eaten out?' Finally I was able to think of something, "I don't think I caught your name." "It's Amanda. I am going to be a Senior at Sinclair." I nodded my head to show my approval. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Yeah, just a glass of water. Thanks." I watched as Amanda bounced out of the room into the kitchen. Her skirt and hair bobbed with every step and as she walked out I followed her beautiful hips swinging out of the room. I sat staring outside of the window and was startled by the sudden amount of commotion coming from behind me. I turned around swiftly to see Julia Bramstead walk in the room. She was wearing tight spandex shorts that accentuated her perfectly curved ass as well as a sports bra that could barely contain her breasts that looked even fresher than her daughters. "Hello, Mr. Scarsdale, who let you in." She was holding on to a towel wiping off her face. "Your daughter, Amanda." I stood while talking to her in hopes of winning points at being polite. That and I felt weird sitting. I felt weird no matter what. "Please sit down, Mr. Scarsdale, I just have to get a glass of water." The commotion left pretty quickly and I slowly sat down. Amanda re-entered the room holding a glass of water. "Here you are Peter." My god, hearing this girl call me 'Peter' was amazing. She handed me the glass of water and slid down onto the couch. I drank a big gulp quickly. "Thank you." Amanda and I stared at each other briefly and smiled. Julia walked in the room and broke the moment we had. "Amanda, I have to take a shower can you keep Mr. Scarsdale company for a few minutes?" My prayers had been answered. I got to be alone with this beautiful young girl and who knows what could happen. "Sure thing Mom." Amanda replied to her mother politely. We both watched her mother walk out of the room and up the stairs then I turned to smile at Amanda. "So, tell me about yourself." I tried to think of anything to break the awkwardness quickly. "Well, I just turned eighteen." She started counting all the things she could say about that. I nodded. "Wait, I already said that. I guess I am just really excited about that." "Sure, you can buy cigarettes and porn." I laughed trying to signal this was a joke. She paused and giggled. "Well I guess I'm most excited because that means I'm not illegal anymore." I stared at her with my mouth agape then laughed briefly. She giggled in a very girly manner and I gave another short laugh. "I mean, I've never had sex before other than with this one guy from school but I would hardly call that sex. Did you have a lot of sex in high school?" She probed trying to find out more about me. "Yeah, well no, I wouldn't call it sex either." I tried to change the subject even though this girl was clearly flirting with me. "You like your English classes?" I felt that this could get too out of hand with her mother being a shout away. "Well I like poetry. Romantic poetry gets me pretty horny and I get a little frisky in class." She moved closer and placed her hand on my thigh. "I keep thinking of some of the sonnets we read last year during our Shakespeare unit." Her hand slid a little higher towards my crotch. I began to strain against my slacks. "I can see you like poetry too." She was staring right at my crotch and her hand began to massage its way up closer to my strained cock. "You could say that." I looked into her eyes and she giggle again. She moved slowly towards my face and placed her hand around my shaft through the pants. I moaned softly. "Amanda," her mom shouted, "can you get me a glass of water?" We both jumped slightly as we heard her mom coming down the stairs. "Sure, Mom," she shouted back and moved her lips to my ear, "We aren't done here, you have a huge cock." Amanda jumped up and bounced again to the kitchen. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see the bottom part of her supple ass. Her black lace thong was slightly showing and I could see she was a little wet. Julia came down in a silk bathrobe. I thought to myself, this is too much, but what could I do? Julia was drying her wet hair with a towel as she sat down taking Amanda's place on the couch. Amanda walked in handing her the glass of water. "Here mom," Amanda said. "Honey, can you go upstairs while Mr. Scarsdale and I have our meeting?" Julia asked her daughter sweetly. It was the nicest I had ever heard Mrs. Bramstead speak to anyone. Amanda complied and I watched her leave the room and she bit her bottom lip as she looked at me. "Let me get straight to the point Mr. Scarsdale." Here it comes. "I know your family is very wealthy and that's all fine and well but there are certain things I have to take into account this year." I think she just plain didn't like me; that was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with for her hostility. "My daughter is sweet isn't she?" I was shocked at this question. "I suppose," I didn't know what to say, "I only briefly spoke with her." I was suspicious of this line of questioning. "Well, she is sweet. And I care for her very much. More than her father ever did and I am very protective of her." My stomach sank realizing that she must have seen what looked like me fondling her daughter. Surely there were cameras around this house. "And I would like to get to know all of the teachers who are going to be preparing my daughter, and of course all of the other children, to go to college." I was unbelievably relieved and I tried to hide my relief from my face. "I certainly understand Mrs. Bramstead. If she were my daughter I would want the best for her as well." I couldn't help but try buttering her up. "Well," the hostility was back in her voice. "She's not your daughter." I shook my head. "What kind of man are you Mr. Scarsdale?" "I don't understand." I was confused. "Are you married, or do you have a girlfriend?" I shook my head again. "But you plan on getting married, correct? I mean you aren't gay." "No." I responded quickly. "No you don't plan on getting married?" A confused look covered my face again. "No I plan on getting married and no I am not gay." "Well this job would be easier for you if you were gay. There are going to be a lot of temptations Peter." She turned her body towards me and I could see that her nipples were poking her silk bathrobe. I glanced down at her breasts quickly as she looked away to see her perfect supple breasts trying to escape from that thin material. Unfortunately I had gazed one moment too long. "Peter." I looked her square in the eyes. "Do you want this job?" I nodded my head. She beckoned me to come closer with her finger. "Come here." I slid closer to her and suddenly I saw a flash of white light. She had slapped me and stood up refastening her robe. "Jesus." I tried to restrain from saying anything more. She turned around and stared at me again. We gazed at each other. She spoke slowly in that seductive tone again, "I know what you want. You think I should give it to you." I was still holding my hand against where she had slapped me. She slowly walked with a sway towards me and stood over me. Her robe had come slightly undone and a good portion of her juicy tits were revealed. "You may not be the subtlest man I've ever encountered but you certainly are the most attractive." She bent over taking my hand away from my face and she kissed my cheek. Her soft lips felt like roses against my cheek and I quickly forgot the sharp pain she had left me. I moved my hand over her curvy side starting from her hips and moving up to her face. I took her face with both of my hands and kissed her lips passionately. We kissed, opening our mouths, our tongues playing and chasing each other around our moths. We would exchange, her putting her tongue in my mouth and me putting mine in hers. The kissing was passionate and fiery and lasted for a long time. My hands worked down slowly across her breasts feeling her erect nipples through the silk down to her hips. I grabbed her and moved her quickly down to the couch. Hitting the soft pillows she bounced and her silk robe opened a little more, teasing me with most of her perfect tits. I moved on top of her and continued kissing her. Her hands were moving furiously across my back and over my chest. I slowly caressed her supple breasts with my hands under her silk robe. They were absolutely perfect and were just a little bigger than a handful. Teaching Too Well Ch. 01 I broke our kiss and started working my way down her neck and to her wonderful tits. She squeezed them together with her hands as I flicked her nipples with my tongue. I would nibble on them lightly hearing her moan with ecstasy. She would run one hand through my hair and I started licking down her flat stomach towards her pussy. Taking advantage of the situation she undid her robe completely revealing a wonderfully bald pussy except for a small strip leading me towards her clitoris. I followed her body's instructions and started licking around her wonderful smelling lips. She had one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever seen. I couldn't hold back even though I wanted to torture her with my teasing, so I entered her pussy with my tongue, spreading the lips with my fingers. I worked her clit like a pro, flicking it gently and nibbling on it every so often to maximize her sensation. She squirmed and with every thrust of my tongue she began to sound more out of control. "Oh fuck," she squealed with delight as I worked her pussy, "fuck me with your tongue. Oh God, I haven't felt like this for years." I started pressing my mouth harder against her lips and she began sharper convulsions coming closer to reaching a climax. "Oh you fucking stud you are going to make me cum so hard." I gave her clit a few solid long licks before I entered her velvety entrance with my tongue. As soon as my tongue slid inside of her she gave a hard convulsion with her body and screamed. "GOD! Oh God, you made me cum so hard." She grabbed my head with her hands and guided me upwards onto the couch. "Sit down." She knelt in front of me untucking my shirt and undoing my belt. "I want to see if that cock of yours is as huge as I thought it would be." I felt myself growing bigger than I had ever felt. She unzipped my pants and my cock bounced out from its cage. I hadn't worn underwear so it popped right out in front of Julia. Julia looked absolutely surprised when she saw my dick. "My, you are fucking huge." She took my throbbing shaft in one hand and began stroking it up and down slowly. "So, Peter, what do you think I should do?" I chortled while watching her work my dick with her hand, "I think you should suck me off as a way to apologize for being such a bitch to you." "Oh! I see!" She began to become a little more playful. "You think I was being a bitch?" I nodded my head. "Well if I take your cock and suck on it you will forgive me?" I gave her a deviant half smile. She wasted no time as she licked from my balls up to my shaft. She engulfed the head of my meat quickly bobbing up and down, working her tongue around the tip. I moaned with excitement. She moved deeper and deeper in my cock, keeping one hand on my balls while the other played with her pussy. For a divorcee she was more experience than I thought she would be. She worked me hard and made me want to shoot my load in her mouth with every stroke she took. She stopped one moment and slurped up her saliva, "Jesus, you are so fucking huge I don't know if I can keep doing this. But I just love sucking on your huge cock." She giggled and started working my shaft again with her tongue, going up and down. My hips started to buckle and she figured out she was almost bringing me to the edge so she took my whole cock in her mouth and stood up. "You want the job Peter?" She grabbed my face. "If you can make me orgasm from fucking you then you get the job. Simple as that." I grabbed her hips and forced her down onto my cock. Her pussy was so wet that her pussy was able to swallow my cock in one thrust. She opened her mouth gasping for air as if I had just impaled her. I slowly slid her back up my shaft until I almost left her pussy then I slammed her down again. She moaned sharply as I did this and I continued to do this to stretch out her pussy. I then began to fuck her with solid rhythm moving her more gently up and down my throbbing dick. With every thrust her tits bounced in a circle away from each other. Her silk robe was falling off her shoulders as I fucked her harder and harder. She kept moaning and crying out my name. Feeling her on the rise to climaxing and my wanting a challenge I took my cock from outside of her pussy and grabbed her. She looked at me confused but aroused, willing to do anything. "Get on your stomach." I commanded her. She complied and I positioned myself behind her entering her pussy. She was soaking wet and I slid easily inside of her even though the position had tightened up her entrance. I fucked her slowly at first then I grabbed her hips bringing her up to me so we could kiss. She turned to look at me and our tongues began playing again. Then I pushed her down onto all fours reaching around to play with her tits as I fucked her. Her nipples were so hard from the excitement I couldn't help but flick them as I played with them. I squeezed her tits hard and she fell into a complete state of ecstasy. She moaned louder and louder, burying her face in a pillow to muffle the sound. Her pussy felt so good, I was completely wrong when I figured that she was a frigid bitch. I cocked my head back as I got deeper and deeper inside of her hearing the smack of my skin against her sweet ass. I stretched out my neck and caught a glimpse of something on the stairwell. While Julia's face was buried in the pillow her daughter had come down onto the top of the steps and started watching. She had gotten so aroused she starting playing with her pussy, trying to get off on watching us. Seeing this had gotten me so aroused I knew I was close to coming. Fortunately Julia was hitting her climax too. "FUCK! FUCK ME HARD!" She curved her body backwards and she shut her eyes. "Oh God! I'm cumming!" I fucked her as hard as I could, thrusting my cock hard into her. "Oh! My! God! You're cock is so fucking huge. I love your cock!" I grabbed her ass, holding onto her as I shot my hot liquid inside of her. She could feel my juice fill my pussy and she moaned deeply as she played with her tits. She looked at me with her seductive eyes, "you liked that?" I couldn't believe what just happened had happened. I smiled at her and looked up to the stairwell to see Amanda had left. "Well, how was it for you?" My cock was still stuffed inside of her pumping out the remaining cum. "You couldn't tell?" She laughed. I started to pull out of her. "No wait. Not on the sofa." She slipped off her robe which had mostly fallen off and placed it under her vagina. "Go ahead." I took my still throbbing cock and exited her velvet pussy. She wiped everything off and stood up. "I have to change and clean up, but you know your way out?" Needless to say I got the job. Teaching Too Well Ch. 02 Chapter Two: Summer Maid in Heaven After I received the job at the prestigious Sinclair High School I decided to surprise my parents with a visit and tell them about how things have been going. I had spent the weekend up in Maine with a few friends before I was to head down to New York City and decided to fly into JFK airport. I had my friend Jeremy meet me at the airport so he could drive me to my folks' place. Jeremy was an old friend that I knew ever since I was a child. Our parents were good friends and knew each other from the country club we belonged to so Jeremy and I pretty much grew up together. We had a good understanding of each other and no matter how much time we spent away we always started up where we left off. I told him about my rendezvous with Mrs. Julia Bramstead, the director of the Parent's Board at Sinclair, and he told me about some of his recent escapades. We had a lot of laughs on the long ride into the city and I was glad to see him. After a little over an hour we arrived at my parent's townhouse in midtown Manhattan. I was surprised when Jeremy said he wasn't going to come say hello to my parents but he said he had to go back to work. I grabbed my luggage from the trunk of his Lexus and parted ways with him. I lugged my baggage up the stairs to the entrance of my house and even though I had a key I decided to ring the doorbell. I waited impatiently to see my parents for I was very fond of both of them. After a few moments the door swung open and I was greeted by an unfamiliar face. For the second time in a matter of months I have gone to a house expecting to see one person and only greeted by a beautiful young girl. This one was incredibly striking. She had soft blue eyes that stood out around her dark brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail. She was a tall girl standing at about five foot ten and had long slender legs that were a beautiful white. This girl was staring at me with a curious smile and she raised her eyebrows as if expecting something. "Oui? Yes?" I was shocked to find that she was a young French girl, and not only was she standing in my parent's doorway. I stepped back and leaned around to look at the house number, for some reason I wasn't quite sure if I had the right house. "Uh, yes, uh, is Mr. or Mrs. Scarsdale here?" I smiled at her but still kept a confused look about my face. "Yes, but 'zey are not to be disturbed. May I inquire as to what 'zis is pertaining to?" Her French accent was absolutely heart stopping. I decided to step closer to her and let her in on the secret. "I think they might want to come to the door for me," I moved in to whisper in her ear, "I am their son." A look of panic overtook her and her face turned a bright red from embarrassment. "Oh, monsieur, I am most sorry, please come in." She bowed deeply which was very unexpected. "No, it's not a big deal." I put my hand on her shoulder to let her no I had friendly intentions. "I should have recognized you; you are like your father, just very young and more handsome." She smiled comfortably and walked behind me a few steps as I looked around the house. I turned to look at her and her white skirt swayed with her luscious hips. I decided to be more playful with her so she would relax. "I am not that young looking am I?" "No!" She blushed again. "You are older than I am correct?" "Well I don't know," I looked her up and down, "How old are you?" "Twenty." She spoke proudly. I think she was very satisfied with getting that number correct in English. "So what is your name? Mine is Chloe." I extended my hand, "nice to meet you Chloe, I am Peter Scarsdale." I looked around the house as Chloe followed me like a puppy. "So Chloe, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" She thought about this question very deeply trying to calculate the correct answer. "I clean, and I cook, and I go to school at Columbia." She smiled politely as I sat down on the couch. I pointed to the seat next to me and said, "Please sit down Chloe, your standing is making me nervous." "Sorry," she plopped down into the seat quickly. Her breasts bounced in her tight yellow t-shirt as she sat. I decided to examine this girl further. "So how do you like Columbia?" "Ah," she shook her head, "tres difficile! I mean it is very difficult. I know English well but I can't speak it very understandably." She suddenly stood up very quickly and I realized there were footsteps entering the room. My mother rushed in the room with her arms extended as my father slowly walked in. "PETE!" My mother embraced me and I returned her hug. My father extended his hand and I shook it. "Peter, son, how are you?" Our handshake turned into a hug with a few manly pats on the back. "Good dad. Really good!" We all sat down. "I see you met Chloe," my father pointed over to her. "We've been paying for her college and giving her a place to live in exchange for a little work around the house." My parents were known for their generosity which sometimes was abused by business men and politicians but occasionally they were able to do some good. "Yeah, she's absolutely great, and makes great dinners. Really exotic." My mother spoke about Chloe in the highest regard as she did with everyone. My mom was an excitable woman who found pleasure in everything, especially those of the exotic. "So Pete, what is new? Why do we deserve this splendid visit?" "Well, I thought I should tell you that starting in August I will be working at Sinclair High School in Connecticut as the Senior English Teacher." My mom squealed with delight and gave me another hug. "Good for you, son." My father spoke with great esteem. "You know I just read something about that school in the newspaper. Apparently it has the most successful graduates because of their alternative methods. You must be very excited." Being an avid reader my mother knew something about everything. No stone went unturned with her. "Listen, Peter, we have dinner reservations, if we had known you were coming we would have made them for three but I don't want to hassle them." My dad was very apologetic which he didn't need to be. "Not a problem. I want to relax and I'll just make myself a sandwich or something." I smiled at them both. I was very happy to see them. My father rose and grabbed my mothers hand, "Well, we should get going. We figured we would walk since it is such a pleasant evening out." I stayed sitting as my mother bent over and kissed me on the cheek. My father put his hand on my shoulder then they both left the house. My parents were known to have late nights when they went out and I was sure that tonight would be no exception, even though I was home. My mother returned suddenly and peaked her head in the room speaking to Chloe, "Listen Chloe, there isn't anything more that needs to be done so just take the night off, we will be home late." I laughed as they left. I looked up at Chloe and she smiled back at me. She really was exquisitely beautiful. The idea that she was foreign too was quite attractive as well. She didn't have the biggest breasts but they were perky and round. Like most foreign girls she didn't wear a bra and her nipples got hard as I stared at her smiling. "Well I should take my things to my room. Are you going to be around?" I looked at her intently with a puppy dog look on my face. "Yes, would you like me to help you to your room?" I shook my head. "That's alright, I think I'll be okay." I walked over to my luggage and started hauling it upstairs. I imagine Chloe was just standing in the room with no earthly idea of what to do but I wasn't sure. I moved all my stuff into my room which still had all my college posters and pictures of beautiful yet unrealistic models. I sighed as I plopped down on to my bed. I closed my eyes and started thinking about Chloe naked. Her perfect tits in my hand, her nipples erect from me pleasing her. I started trying to picture her smell, how she would taste and how her pussy would feel around my cock. I slowly fell into a wonderful nap, dreaming about a French girl I had just met. I awoke startled lying half off of my bed with a full erection straining against my slacks. I yawned and stretched, standing at the side of my bed. It was fully dark out now as I looked at the city lights outside of my window. I had been asleep only for a little over an hour but I felt very refreshed. Then I noticed footsteps coming down the hallway and the sound of a door creaking shut. I walked out into the hallways stealthily to find out what it was. Slowly creeping down the hallway I saw a light coming from the guest room. The door was cracked open slightly. I was still waking up from my nap, trying to figure out who was in the house. As I reached the door it dawned on me that I was not the only guest in this house. I had completely forgotten about the girl I had just dreamt about. I looked into the room to see, to my surprise, Chloe was completely naked except for a skimpy lace black thong. I watched her walk around the room completely unaware of my peeping. She looked stunning. The type of girl that makes you forget there are other girls in existence. Her breasts sat so nicely against her body and her ass was the type of round that men only dream of. She grabbed a black shirt off of her bed and slid it over her body. She then stopped to look at herself in the mirror, striking a models pose. Her hair was in a fashionable bun held together with chopsticks. She was obviously preparing to go out. Then to my surprise she bent over taking off her thong. I got a great look at her voluptuous pussy. It looked so sweet to taste, I almost burst in on her but I didn't know if I would scare her or not. She looked at herself again in the mirror and her fingers slid down to her pussy lips. She spread herself with her fingers and inserted one finger into her pussy. Chloe giggled with delight as she penetrated her entrance with her fingers. I was almost breaking the seams in my pants watching her do this. Granted I was an easily aroused young man but this was a whole greater level of arousal. She played with her slit for only a few more seconds then went to her dresser to grab a white thong out. She bent over to put on the thong then went out of sight to put on a pair of white Capri pants. When I saw her fully dressed I figured if I was going to talk to her now would be the best time. I knocked on the door and opened it slightly. "Hey there." She was completely startled by my presence and put her hands to her chest. "Sorry." "No, monsieur, it is alright. You scared me, zat's all." She smiled in relief to see it was not a burglar. "Chloe. Can I call you Chloe?" She nodded in approval. "Then you call me Peter okay?" She nodded again. "So, Chloe. Are you headed out tonight?" She shrugged her shoulders, "maybe. I would like to but in zis country I can not have anysing to drink, so I 'sink maybe I won't have a good time if I do." Chloe for some reason always smiled after she said anything. "Well, it looks like you are headed out. You look quite beautiful." I looked at her from head to toe and she did in fact look very beautiful. "Oh 'sank you," she blushed, "you make me feel very sexy." I laughed, that was the first time someone I barely knew had said that to me. Either she didn't have a command of American culture or she was coming on to me. I thought to myself either way I was going to take my chance. I stepped into her room fully even though my erection had been positioned to an upright against my body but still was showing through my pants. When I stepped in her room Chloe's eyes immediately went to my cock. "I see Peter you may be going out tonight? See your girlfriend?" "I don't have a girlfriend." I moved in her room and walked around a little, trying to show my nonchalant attitude to me finding her extremely sexy. "'Zat is a shame for someone as gorgeous as you are." I looked over at her and she was staring right back at me. She paused and gave me a devilish smile. "What woman would not want a cock 'zat huge inside 'zeir body?" I stopped dead in my tracks. I think she had gotten the hint and didn't want to be at all coy or discreet about it. "Only a second ago I was 'sinking about what a big cock you had and how I wanted you to fill me up." Her voice became sultry and pouty. I turned to look at her and saw that she was moving closer to me. She came within inches of my face and I could smell her intoxicating perfume. "Is it alright if I have you?" Her bottom lip stuck out, coming within centimeters of mine and so I took her face and kissed her. Her hands immediately grabbed my pulsating cock through my pants. I felt her hands strongly sliding up and down my solid shaft. I was bubbling on the inside and sick of her teasing me. She should just take out my cock right now! Why was she waiting? We continued to kiss intensely, feeling the flames run through our mouths, igniting with passion. I was overcome with a sense of heat as I realized I loved everything about this girl from her immediate curtain of shyness to her intense sexual fury. My hands ran up and down her side, caressing her soft skin underneath her shirt. She began taking off my polo shirt over my head and as I threw it across the room she kissed my body, starting at my neck and working her way down my abdomen. She held my sides as her tongue took long slides over my chest and down my core. I moaned, feeling her warm mouth massaging my upper body. I placed my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair. She had soft delicate hair that moved like silk through my hands. She fell to her knees lightly and began undoing my pants. "I want to see what look like Peter." I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything; I was just overtaken by ecstasy. The brown slacks dropped to the floor and my dick fell straight out towards Chloe's face. She giggled as she licked her hand. She placed her lubricated hand lightly around my red tip and began making circles around it with her palm. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, comforted by the idea of a young girl who was in control. She began taking longer strokes with her hand, up and down my strong shaft. I twitched as she worked harder and harder with her soft smooth fingers. "Pete," she had stood and looked at me, "would you like me to take you in my mouth? I don't know if I can fit it all but I would like to taste you." I stared at her, desire in my eyes. I grabbed her face and kissed her. She understood and quickly put her mouth around my cock. She began licking the head at first as she continued to slowly slide her hands up and down my wet cock. Licking the tiny bit of cum that had escaped from my tip she began slowly taking my hard beam in her mouth, bit by bit. The feeling was excruciatingly enjoyable. I placed my hands on her head to guide her deeper around my cock. She continued to lick even as she got further down my shaft; I loved the feeling of her warm tongue circling around me. She twisted her hand down my shaft one last time before she moved her fingers to hold my balls. Taking a breath for a moment, she moved her tongue up and down my glistening cock. My hips buckled as I could feel myself getting ready to cum. She saw how she was torturing me and then with one stroke she took almost all of me inside her mouth. Like a well experienced woman, this girl took about six and a half inches of my throbbing meat inside her mouth, her lips closing around me completely and still licking me without once gagging. Her mouth felt fiery around my wet cock and she let me exit her mouth. She then put me right back down her throw, only faster this time. I loved fucking her mouth and as she sped up I came closer and closer to cumming down her throat. I grabbed her hair and felt her move back and forth on my dick before I exploded an epic amount of cum into her mouth. I moaned loudly but she moaned even louder with excitement of having my juice inside her mouth. "Oh you are so warm Pete. I am so aroused by you." As she soaked up my cum with her tongue she continued to moan but also started lifting her shirt and playing with her bouncy tits. I watched her play with her erect nipples before I couldn't take it anymore. "Would you like me to please you?" I looked at her with my puppy dog eyes and a pouting lower lip. I smiled to let her know that I wanted to taste her now. "If you would like to taste my pussy Pete, you will have to beg for it." I was stunned to here this from this girl. But I complied, "Chloe, I beg of you let me nibble and lick your pussy. I want to make you cum inside my mouth as you let me cum inside of yours." I pleaded as best I could for this French beauty. "Hmm," she pondered for a moment, " I suppose 'zat is good enough." I kissed her deeply tasting the remains of my cum inside her mouth. I grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto the bed. I quickly unbuttoned and tore off her white Capri pants. Underneath her pants rest a lovely white lace thong that I had only caught a glimpse of earlier. I kissed her stomach, caressing her tight flesh with my tongue. As I worked further down towards her lovely smelling pussy, she ran her fingers across her hard nipples. Right before I moved to pull off her panties and lick her pussy I looked up at her. She was biting her lip and playing with her tits. I had seen this look on girls and I was glad to know that she would probably be very easy to make orgasm. I worked my tongue around her inner thigh, teasing her as long as I could. After the teasing became too much for Chloe she grabbed my head and shoved my tongue between her wet pussy lips. My tongue began flicking her clit lightly, making circles around her exterior. I ran my hands around her legs, caressing her softly, feeling her silky white skin. I wrapped my arms under her legs lifting her hips slightly as I licked harder and harder against her glistening entrance. She squirmed delightfully and played with my hair as I kept licking harder and harder with every stroke of my tongue. Her hips buckled as I gave her swollen clit a soft nibble with my teeth. Her movements became faster and faster as my tongue and my mouth worked harder and harder. Her moans turned into soft screams and my cock started to grow just listening to her. With Chloe enjoying my tongue as much as she was I took advantage of the situation by thrusting my warm tongue inside her entrance with one hard stroke. My hands grabbed onto her cute ass helping my tongue get further down her velvety slip. She began to scream louder now with a few phrases she moaned in French. I worked harder and harder slipping my pinky into her ass. "Yes! YES!" She screamed as loud as she could, "Oh! You make it feel sooo good!" She grabbed my hair hard and pulled on it as her cum sprinkled down between her lips. Chloe buckled over and over again as she finished cumming. I continued to lick her pussy gently to continue the sensation. I ducked my head down to wipe off my mouth. I sat up between Chloe's heavenly legs and smiled at her. Chloe opened her eyes still breathing hard, "Can you enter me with your cock?" This girl knew exactly what I wanted to hear. I stood up showing her how hard I was again. She gave a sexy giggle then licked two fingers. She slowly ran them down her body then grabbed my throbbing meat in her hand. "Peter, I want you to have me," she pleaded with me. I bent my knees as she guided my cock inside her still wet pussy. She moaned and tilted her head back as I gave a soft thrust inside of her. Chloe's pussy felt even better around my hard dick. I gave her another thrust letting more and more of me pound inside of her. She moaned more as I got deeper. Teaching Too Well Ch. 02 Abruptly I had to stop, hearing a sound come from downstairs. We both stopped looking at the door, but continued to breathe hard. We looked at each other panic-stricken. "Chloe! My parents are home I don't want to get you in trouble." I spoke in an urgent whisper. "Yes, you must go. But I will see you soon!" She kissed me quickly and then I picked up my clothes and ran out the door without dressing. "Pete? You home?" My mom yelled from downstairs. I ran into my room dressing on my bed. "Pete?" My mom began to walk upstairs. I then went to lie down in my bed and turn on the TV as she came in. "Hey, Pete. How was your night?" "Eh, it was alright, I've just been watching TV." I hated lying to my parents but I had to. "Your father and I had a fun time but I think it's about time he and I go to bed. Shall we grab breakfast in the morning?" She walked around my room, I was hoping she wasn't able to identify the smell of sex in the room. "Sure, but then I am leaving in the afternoon to go see Mike and Jay." I hated that I had made plans with Mike and Jay, my two college buddies, because I wanted nothing more than to stay home and fuck Chloe. "Okay, in the afternoon we are going to drive Chloe to the airport since she is going home to France for a couple weeks." My mom stated this so matter-of-factly but I was definitely panic stricken for the second time in the evening. After a brief talk my mom left to head off to bed and I waited in my room. I began to doze off and eventually fell asleep in my clothes disappointed at the fact that I could not have sex with Chloe. I woke up, or at least I think I did, to see Chloe sitting on the edge of my bed stroking my hair. "Pete, I will be back soon and we can finish what we started." Chloe bent over and kissed my mouth. I softly kissed her back. She then whispered in my ear something I will never forget, "I want to love you again and I always get what I want."