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Art Ch. 01

By: Dave933



This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories! The story is my recreation of one I read years ago on a different site; so if it seems familiar, that may be why. If you know (or even wrote) the original, I hope you'll forgive my adaptation; and let me know what you think.

If there's a moral to this story - and I'm not sure that there is - it's to know how to keep a secret. Because if women know that their preferences aren't going to be the stuff of gossip, they might do anything with you!

I kept a secret about a girl I knew, a few years older than me, who crashed her car into a lamp-post whilst driving home from the pub a bit worse for wear. Just happened to be walking nearby, that's all, and heard the car crunch to a halt.

Anyway, there was no-one else involved, and it was a fairly low-speed accident, so when Janie staggered drunkenly out of the car, I helped her walk the half-mile home. I was fifteen at the time, and Janie was eighteen; but I knew her brother from school. Still, when her mum asked me not to tell anyone, I didn't. And three years later, I realised it was the best thing I'd never done!

Janie had gone off to university, and I was at college when her mum transferred there as the new head of Art; one of my best subjects. She was strict as hell, but fair, and very supportive to me. In fact, I didn't think anything of it when she asked me if I'd like to be involved in some extra-curricular classes...

I turned up at four as she'd suggested, and met her in the arts lab. The lab was isolated at the far end of school from the entrance, so there was no-one about apart from me.

"Hello, Tom." said Mrs Wood with a smile. "So glad you could make it."

"No problem," I said. "What's up?"

Mrs Wood spoke quietly and calmly. "Well, I've been concerned about your development, Tom. Actually everyone's, but yours in particular. Not that you don't show talent - far from it - but that your opportunities here are limiting you."

"What do you mean?" I asked a bit anxiously. Art was my favourite subject, and I was thinking about doing it at university. I thought things were going fine.

"Well, you've got real talent, Tom. Your oils are making good progress - and I think that your charcoal portraits are truly superb. But in order to develop your skills properly, you'd need to do more than simple portraits. I think you need to move on to full figure nudes."

We'd done plenty of work with still-lifes, and portraits, usually of each other. But school policy forbade letting us draw full or partial nudes, for some reason. I can't imagine why!

Still, we'd all made a few jokes about it. I'd even suggested it, casually, to a couple of ex-girlfriends. But to no avail. So what was Mrs Wood's plan?

"Um, that's kind of... I mean, I'd want to, but isn't it kind of against school rules?"

"Well yes Tom... But great artists need to break the rules sometimes... And I know you can keep a secret..."

I remembered Janie's drunken crash then, and wondered if this was some sort of payback.

"So Tom; I see three factors coming together... You need to learn to sketch nudes... I'd like some new sketches for my private collection...and I have a model who wants nothing more than to help me..." said Mrs Wood calmly, as if suggesting nothing more than a cup of coffee.

"I - er - wow!" I babbled, a little stunned. "You mean a nude model? A girl?"

"Of course, Tom. But she expects your total discretion - as do I." She raised a finger warningly. "And you won't disappoint me, will you?"

"No, ma'am" I said earnestly.

"Very well." She said. "Now set up the area. You see the inflatable mattress there? Lay it out with the white duvet in that cupboard."

I did as she asked, and she disappeared into her supply room. I heard low voices murmuring as I did what she asked. The blinds were drawn, and two spot-lights were already fixed on the subject area - usually used for pot plants or sculptures.

Mrs Wood came back out, smiling. She walked past me and told me to set up my easel as she locked the door.

"Now, I want you to be relaxed and mature about this, Tom. It's difficult posing nude for the first time, and some nervousness is only natural. You being calm will make it easier for her. And I'll expect you to thank her properly at the end."

"Sure, Mrs Wood. Who is it, though?"

"You're ready then? Good. Fernanda? Come on out now, there's a good girl"

Be calm, be cool I thought to myself. But I couldn't think of any girls called Fernanda. And then my jaw hit the floor as I saw who walked out of the supply room, wearing just a flimsy blue cotton robe.

There's one teacher like Miss Carter in every school, I guess. One young female teacher who drives all the boys wild. They aren't always that attractive, in all honesty. But Fernanda Carter was a full-blown knockout. In her late twenties; dark Spanish complexion with bright green eyes and long black hair. She taught English literature, and dressed pretty sensibly for the most part. Still, even 'sensible' clothes couldn't hide her large bosom, or the long legs that pushed her close to five foot ten in her socks. Not that she was wearing socks now.

I gaped as she walked out. She looked prettier than ever; her wavy black hair falling to her shoulders, face made up with a little blusher, eye shadow, and lipstick. She looked at the floor as she came out to the drawing area, and stepped onto the soft mattress.

"Very good Fernanda. Now, as we agreed; the Venus pose?"

Miss Carter kept her eyes down, slipping one arm and then the other out of her robe; whilst struggling to hold it closed. She arranged her hands underneath as the robe quickly fell to the floor. She was a dark Venus, rising from the depths... She stood there, naked, head down. One arm reached across her chest to conceal her breasts - or at least, her nipples - and the other snaked down to cover her pudenda.

I swallowed, mouth dry.

"Chin up now, Fernanda. Look at us." said Mrs Wood. "In your own time, Tom."

I jumped slightly at the sound of my own name, realising that I was supposed to be sketching. I picked up my charcoal as Fernanda lifted her head, finally looking at me with shame burning in her eyes. She looked unhappy, but didn't say a word as I moved my easel closer.

Eagerly, I drank in the sight of this live nude woman; this goddess made flesh. Obviously I'd seen plenty of porn before, and I'd been with a couple of girls; but this was different. She wasn't a teenager, but a woman; her body more mature and fully-developed. Although she was covering herself with her hands, it didn't really hide much. The soft flesh of her ample breasts swelled above and below her slender fingers erotically.

I began to sketch as I studied her; starting with the curvy hourglass of her body; the swell of her hips leading down to the long, long legs. In a couple of minutes, I had these roughly sketched, and moved on to her arms; a much trickier proposition. Her right arm was pulled back to enable her to cover her breasts; the right breast squashed behind her forearm and the left lifted a little as it was covered by her hand. Her breasts were truly amazing; I thought as I carefully shaded in her cleavage.  

The sketch was taking form now, as I moved on to her left arm. This snaked down her flat stomach and between her legs; modestly hiding her pussy from view. I wondered what lay underneath as I focussed on that hand. A Brazilian? Was she shaved? Maybe even a piercing... My cock was as hard as a rock in my trousers, and as I glanced up to Miss Carter's face, I got a shock as I realised her 'modestly' lowered face was directed straight at my crotch!

I gulped as Mrs Wood spoke behind my ear. "Very good, Tom. You've perhaps made the torso slightly long though. Now finish the head, and don't leave out the detail in her hair."

Her hair was glorious, if you like it long. I know that I do. A curly black mane tumbling onto her shoulders, and scattering both in front and behind. The hair framed her face beautifully; and complemented her coffee-coloured skin beautifully; the skin smooth and flawless.

I did my best to capture the tangled mass of curls cascading around her beautiful face. Her eyes flickered between my crotch, then up to catch my eye. I wondered what she was thinking seeing me study her, with obvious arousal.

"Very good, Tom." said Mrs Wood. "You can relax now for a moment Fernanda. Then, perhaps we'll sketch you from behind. Tom can practice on the simpler lines of your back."

"Yes, Mrs Wood" said Miss Carter in her gently accented voice. She sounded almost... submissive! I couldn't help noticing how she and Mrs Wood referred to each other. Mrs Wood was definitely... I don't know - in charge? I wondered what the deal was between them. Why was Miss Carter modeling for me? I knew she was single; was she into women? Were she and Mrs Wood...?

Miss Carter hadn't relaxed her hands, although she had padded from one foot to the other. God! In a room with Miss Carter, naked! If only I could tell my friends - well they'd never believe me, and it would never happen again, I guess, so that would probably be a pretty stupid thing to do!

"Turn around now, dear" said Mrs Wood coolly.

Miss Carter nodded silently, and turned her back on me, bringing her slender waist and beautifully rounded buttocks into view.

Oh! My! God!

I like a nice ass. And I've seen plenty on the net. What's that girl - Keyra? The one so many sites give 'best bum' award to. Well, she doesn't come close!

I have never, in my life, seen a bum so pert, high and firm-looking.

"What do you think?" came the whisper in my ear.

I didn't turn my gaze. "Perfect. Absolutely bloody perfect. Amazing." I muttered.

"Well, that's high praise. Tell Miss Carter what you just told me." she said, finishing loudly.

I blushed, glancing at her for a moment. She looked back at me firmly.

"Ah, Miss Carter... I was just saying, er... That you, er... You... You have a very nice ass." I said to her.

"That wasn't quite what you said, Tom." said Mrs Wood coldly. I hastily corrected myself, not wanting to upset her.

"I said it... Your bum was...perfect. That it was amazingly perfect. The best I've, er... seen."

Mrs Wood smiled at my blushing face. "That's better, Tom" she said warmly.

I looked at my feet momentarily, wondering what Miss Carter had made of the whole thing. God, how embarrassing!

Mrs Wood peeled off the sketch I had made, and told me to continue. I looked at Miss Carter's naked, graceful curves. Her hair tumbled over her back, hanging down to a point between her shoulder blades. Beneath this, the muscles of her back curved gracefully alongside her spine. Her hips flared out, framing that amazing ass, and becoming long beautiful legs that stretched down, becoming firm thighs and graceful calves. Just beneath her bottom, between her thighs I could see a tiny patch of light gleaming, but couldn't make out the treasures that lay beyond.

I wiped my mouth, aware that a little spittle had escaped my half-open jaws. It took quite a while before I managed to start drawing...

Mrs Wood stood beside me, gently guiding my sketching, helping me get the proportions right. If it wasn't for the fact that the model was my naked, gorgeous English teacher; I could almost believe that this really was a real Art activity!

From behind, Miss Carter had a real hourglass figure, all smooth curves and ass. I hardly felt I did her justice, but Mrs Wood seemed very pleased with my charcoal rendering.

As I got more charcoal, Mrs Wood repositioned Miss Carter; she sank to her knees on the mattress, and then turned herself. Her legs came halfway, displaying her firm thighs and ass as she removed her hands. She turned her upper body further until she was lying semi-recumbent with her legs curled beneath her, reclining back on both hands. The angle she leaned back at hid her pubis, but made her magnificent breasts thrust forward proudly; and once again I found myself staring. Her breasts were huge and heavy - probably an E or F-cup - with just the slightest sag to them. Her nipples were erect; raspberry red in the middle of soft brown areolae. She obviously tanned topless. As she saw me staring, she shook her hair back, biting her lower lip before looking at me proudly.

As she lay back, propped up on her arms; Miss Carter's breasts were pulled up and back, separating them clearly. All I wanted right then was to go to her and take her in my arms. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans; a prisoner fighting for release. I realised with horror that my empty left hand had moved to touch my cock inside my pants, and hurriedly moved behind the easel to sketch.

This was a difficult task; my head confused with lust and desire. The object of my dreams; hell, most of the college's male fantasies was lying naked before me; proudly exposing her flawless naked body. Nude, I thought to myself; but it wouldn't stick. Nude was an artist's word; it had nothing to do with desire. Miss Carter was naked. Very naked.

A trickle of sweat ran down my face; and Mrs Wood's finger caught it beside my ear.

"You seem hot, Tom" she said questioningly.

"Um, yes ma'am" I said; face flushed. Frankly it was amazing there was any blood left for my cock.

"Take your shirt off," she said. It wasn't a suggestion, but a flat statement; and it didn't even occur to me to question her. My T-shirt hit the floor in seconds. I looked at her nervously for some sort of approval, but she didn't even look at me. I turned back to the sketch, painfully aware that I was - well, less than ripped. Frankly I was a bit thin, with a slim waist and slightly delicate arms. I mean, I'd been thinking about hitting the gym; but if I'd had any idea I was going to be taking my shirt off in front of someone like Miss Carter...

Anyway, I was a little cooler now; but it didn't really help my sweaty fingers much. The charcoal pencil was crumbling in my hand as I tried to draw Miss Carter's magnificent breasts.

"It's important," began Mrs Wood "to keep one's mind clear of distractions when sketching a nude. It's all too easy for one to be distracted by one's basest desires. Are you distracted by your desires, Tom?"

"Aaah.... No...?"

"Are you sure?" said Mrs Wood, stepping close to me. "That bulge in your pants tells a different story. What do you think, Fernanda? Is our young Michelangelo distracted?"

I could have died on the spot.

My naked teacher spoke up again in her soft voice.

"Yes, Mrs Wood. He looks very distracted. And... uncomfortable..."

"You do, Tom. What shall we do about it?" She leaned in, conspiratorially. "I think you should jerk off, Tom. That should clear your head for a while."

My mouth fell open, and I gaped like a fish. Mrs Carter's eyes widened slightly and her breasts rose as she took a deep breath. She stared at me, breathing heavily.

"Take your trousers and pants off Tom," said Mrs Wood.

"Um, but..." I mumbled.

"Tom! I don't want to have to tell you again. Do as I tell you. Take them off." came the crisp reply.

I stared at her, and then looked at the floor as my hands went to my belt. Slowly, I unbuckled it, and then unbuttoned my fly. I pushed my jeans down my legs. These, at least, showed a bit of definition from cycling to college every day. My socks came with them, leaving me in my boxer shorts with a raging erection tenting out the front.

Shyly, I looked up at Mrs Wood, and she raised an eyebrow as if to say 'What's the hold-up'. I looked at Miss Carter, whose gaze was firmly fixed on my crotch. I put my hands on the waistband of my boxers and pushed them down an inch, but halted. I could hardly do it.

Mrs Wood spoke again; this time almost kindly. The stick and carrot approach, I guess. "Come along Tom - I'm sure Fernanda and I have both seen naked men before. There's nothing in there to be embarrassed about. Besides, Fernanda here has been kind enough to display herself for your benefit. It's a bit unfair not to show her your...appreciation."

I pushed.

My boxer shorts slipped down my thighs and dropped around my ankles; displaying my erect cock.

Now, I know the rest of my body isn't too impressive. I'm not muscular or exceptionally tall. But I do have a nice cock. Last time I measured, it was just less than eight inches from base to tip; and broad, measuring almost seven inches around. I know, that sounds a lot - but it's only a bit over two inches diameter, that's all. Still less than my wrists, and as I've said, I'm not a big guy. There's a slight upwards curve to the shaft, before the swelling head, covered by my foreskin.

I looked up sheepishly.

"Oh, that's very nice," said Mrs Wood with emphasis. "Don't you think so, Fernanda?"

Miss Carter blushed crimson as she stared at the hard shaft erupting from my crotch. She nodded, blinking furiously.

"I'm sorry Fernanda, I didn't hear that. What did you say?"

"It's very nice Mrs Wood. Very...nice." she stammered, lowering her eyes.

Watching her embarrassment didn't do my erection any harm, and when Mrs Wood told me to take hold of it, it seemed only natural.

With just a little encouragement, I was soon stroking my rod in front of the two older women; the older one dominant and clothed, the other one submissive and naked. So naked - breasts pushing forward...

"Well done, Tom" said Mrs Wood softly. "Now Fernanda, he's done so well showing his arousal - why not help him by showing yours?"

Miss Carter stared at her, not moving.

"Turn towards us and open your legs, dear." came Mrs Wood's cool order.

I began to pump my fist in earnest as Miss Carter's slender thighs rose and turned towards me. Slowly, they parted, revealing her pussy in all its glory.

Between her legs, Miss Carter's pussy was located beneath a dark patch of hair which was trimmed into a neat vee. Her pussy lips were bare, swollen, gleaming under the spotlights.

I gasped as her beautiful pussy was revealed, jerking my fist hard on my stiff cock. All the visual stimulation, and the heady eroticism of the situation was too much for me, and I came in seconds. I grabbed the head of my cock with my free hand, catching the erupting semen in my palm as I cried out with release.

I fell to my knees as I came; trying not to cry out. When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw Miss Carter watching me, breathing heavily; still reclining on her hands, her legs spread widely.

"That looked very enjoyable, Tom" said Mrs Wood, as though she was commenting on what a nice sandwich I was eating. She waited a moment for me to catch my breath before continuing "So, are you ready to finish your drawing?"

I looked at her, open-mouthed, before nodding mutely.

"Best go wash your hands then Tom," she said dismissively, and turned to look at Miss Carter.

I didn't really listen to what they were saying - my mind's never very sharp right after an orgasm - but they kept talking quietly as I washed my hands, and came back over to stand by the easel. The room had gotten so warm that I hardly noticed that I was naked, and I picked up a new stick of charcoal, sharpening one end to a point.

Miss Carter was now back in her (slightly) more demure pose; reclining on her hands, with her upper body directed at me, and her slim waist twisted so that her legs curled underneath her. Her pussy was hidden from view again, which helped me focus a bit as I started back on the charcoal drawing.

I have to admit, it was easier to draw without having an enormous hard-on nagging at me. Miss Carter's curvaceous form quickly took shape on the paper; and this time I managed to get the perspective on her breasts just right. They looked like they were thrusting out of the paper at us!


Art Ch. 01



Mrs Wood was very pleased with the picture, and had me sign it.

"Now, I think one more picture Tom. Leave the easel for this one, and grab a drawing board so you can get closer."

I got an A4 pad, and left the easel.

"Now Fernanda, let's get you back in the position you were in when Tom was relieving himself." said Mrs Wood.

Miss Carter's eyes flickered slightly, and then she slowly brought her legs back round.

"That's right; open your legs for us. Why not lay back completely, so you can go wider? That's good. Feet wide apart, knees spread... Show us your pretty pussy, that's a good girl..."

I swallowed, my erection returning in full as Miss Carter, my sexy English Lit. teacher, lay back and spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was displayed in the most blatant way possible, her pubic mound pressing up into the air. Her smooth-shaved pussy lips were wet and swollen; pinkly flushed. Above her labia, dark hair curled around atop her pubis.

"Kneel down Tom, and come in nice and close. Let's see how well you can bring out the detail in Fernanda's pretty pussy." I was told.

I knelt down between Miss Carter's spread legs; her body bouncing slightly as I knelt on the airbed. Mouth dry, I stared at her moist pussy, before finally bringing my charcoal up to the paper.

I used gentle strokes to trace out her labia; the large outer lips almost covering the smaller, pinker lips within. They were sticky with secretions, and I realised that I could smell my teacher's arousal easily. I tried to focus on the drawing, moving up to draw her clitoris; peeping out from under its hood at the apex of her moist slit; like a tortoise coming out from its shell.

I worked feverishly; feeling hot and horny; my cock rigid between my legs as I tried to ignore the scent of my teacher; the strength of her muscular thighs either side of me; the fullness of her swollen pussy...

Finally - maybe five minutes or five hours later - it was done. A masterpiece. On the paper, caught forever was my Spanish lover's beautiful, aroused pussy; the charcoal drawing somehow oozing life and desire.

Mrs Wood took it off me to study.

"That's marvellous Tom. Truly, truly superb. Of course, you always did have an eye for the detail. Won't you sign this one as well?"

I did what she asked, still kneeling in my place between Miss Carter's spread legs. I was breathing hard, and could see that she was too. The room reeked of her arousal; a hot musky smell like rich perfume that drew my attention like a baseball bat to the head. Miss Carter lay back, not moving; her legs wide apart around me.

"Now I think that's probably enough drawing for one day, Tom. Poor Fernanda has been very patient posing for you, hasn't she?"

"Um, yes...yes, she's been great."

"I think that you should show your appreciation, Tom. What do you think, Fernanda?"

Miss Carter swallowed dryly. "Yes please, Mrs Wood."

"I think you know how to thank your model properly, Tom.

I knew exactly what she meant, and obediently ducked my head closer to the beautiful pussy of the sexy Spanish woman spread-eagled before me. As I got closer, I thought that I could actually taste her arousal even before my tongue got to her. The truth was, I had never done this before - although I'd tasted pussy juices on my fingers before. Still, nothing had really prepared me for what I was about to experience.

The taste of the mature, aroused pussy pretty well blew me away; filling my mouth with musky heat. I closed my eyes as I lapped inexpertly at the fantastic feast before me; savouring the fabulous taste as I did.

Eventually, I opened my eyes again to see her beautiful body stretching out above me. Her body moved and stretched, undulating with pleasure. She was stroking her breasts with both hands, teasing her nipples into tight peaks. Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head, opening and closing with short little movements as I stimulated her wet pussy. I moved upwards, bringing my tongue to bear on her marble-like clitoris, peeking out shyly at the top of her pussy. I heard her gasp, and I tried to move my tongue more gently, slowly stroking it. Her hips started to buck softly against me, and I knew that I must be bringing her a great deal of pleasure.

"Just keep going there Tom. She likes that." came Mrs Wood's voice softly.

I did what she said, stroking Miss Carter's clitoris regularly. My hands rested on the outer curves of her buttocks, feeling the muscles clench and relax as she got more and more excited. Finally, she moaned deeply, pressing her pussy up into my face, her thighs opening wide as she came, trembling against me with pleasure.

I sat back on my heels, my cock jutting up rock hard between my legs; not sure what would happen next. Miss Carter lay gasping; legs spread wide, her face flushed and sweaty. I felt Mrs Wood's hand pat me on the head like a dog.

"Good boy, Tom. Fernanda liked that, didn't you dear?" came the authorative voice behind me. The beautiful woman in front of me closed her eyes and nodded softly.

"Is that all that you want, Fernanda? Shall we send Tom away now?"

"N... No, Mistress. Please..." came Miss Carter's soft voice.

"Please what, dear?"

"I... Please, I want... I want to be fucked, Mistress."

"Really? Just as I thought... Well, I give you my permission to ask Tom to fuck you. Let's hope you can persuade him."

Miss Carter's dark green eyes fixed on mine; burning with a hunger I'd never seen on a woman before. "Please..." she began. Her hands slid around to the front of her thighs; legs still widespread. "Please fuck me, Tom." she begged softly. As she finished, her hands gently pulled at her shaven pussy lips, stretching them to display her moist tunnel of love. Purest pink, quivering and wet, it was everything I had ever wanted.

In a moment, I was moving between her legs, holding my stiff cock to guide it into her wetness for the first time. It slid in easily, parting the soft tissues, feeling indescribably good. My deeply-tanned Spanish lover groaned deeply as I slid in to my full length without stopping, till I was filling her completely. Eyes half-closed, her hands grabbed at my hips, holding me there for a moment, before she began to move against me, her hips grinding slowly against me.

I placed my hands either side of her head, feeling her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing against my chest as I lowered myself onto her. My cock felt gripped in tight soft warmness, velvet-smooth and wet. My mouth hung open with awe as I savoured this moment; the defining moment of my life so far. My first experience of full sex, of penetrating a woman's secret softness with my hard shaft. And what a woman - what an experience!

Her face was just inches below mine, her half-open eyes watching mine. Her lips were parted, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss her. Softly at first, then with increasing passion. She held the back of my head with one hand as her mouth opened, her lips pressing against mine passionately. As if this was some sort of signal, my hips started to move themselves, slowly beginning to pump my thick cock in and out of her pussy. Our tongues met for a moment before she pulled back, groaning sexily.

"Oh!" she moaned "Oh, that's good! So good! Oh, please fuck me!"

I didn't need telling a third time.

Soon, I had found a rhythm, my hips sliding back and forth, bringing my cock in and out of her steadily. Softly, she moaned and groaned, pushing herself onto me with clear enjoyment. She began to moan rhythmically, her hips moving in short rutting movements against me and her eyes wide, and I realised she was close to coming.

From close by, I heard Mrs Wood's voice. She spoke softly, almost hypnotically.

"Look at me, Fernanda. Look at me."

Miss Carter slowly tore her gaze from mine, turning her head towards the sound of Mrs Wood's voice.

"I want you to look into my eyes as you come dear. To realise who you have to thank for bringing you such pleasure. Who is giving you permission to be filled like this. Who you love..."

Miss Carter came, her legs tightening around me, moaning deliriously, but keeping her eyes turned away. I slowed right down, and stopped for a moment. It was so sexy to watch her come, with my cock held firmly in her tight pussy. God, she was gorgeous!

As her orgasm faded, and she relaxed her legs; I began to stroke in and out of her again, this time more slowly. I lifted up on my arms so that I could see the whole of her, and appreciate her big, natural breasts bouncing up and down on her chest with every stroke. Her nipples were the size and colour of raspberries, and I dipped my head briefly to catch one between my lips, sucking momentarily. This interfered with my movements though, and I returned to focus on long smooth strokes in and out of my teacher's tight pussy.

Miss Carter looked up at me with big green eyes; her beautiful face flushed, and surrounded by a halo of dark hair. Her lips were parted and she was panting as her hands reached down to pull my waist in. I resisted her urges to pump faster, keeping slow and steady to build her excitement.

She was just starting to moan softly as I lay down, bracing my arms behind her head and shoulders so that I could rapidly build up the speed and intensity of my own thrusts. Within a few seconds, I was hammering away at speed, and she cried out, eyes bulging as her orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping for air.

As I watched her slowly recover, I felt a cool hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Mrs Wood squatting beside us.

"Very good, Tom. Now, I think that it's time you put yourself first... Don't stop until you come, this time."

I nodded eagerly, keen to do whatever she said. Hell, it was working well for me so far! And if she was happy, there was surely a better chance of a repeat!

I took things at my own pace this time, letting my eyes settle on my gorgeous naked teacher, and thinking of myself studying her naked body; wanking off as she held her legs open for me; kneeling between her thighs and licking her...

The sensation of pressure began to build in my hard cock, and I began to speed up. I wouldn't be stopping for anything this time! Over and over, I pumped in and out; just short distances this time as the sensitivity of my cock-head grew. My teeth were gritted, and I was breathing in gasps as I brought myself off, spasming deep into Miss Carter's delicious pussy, filling her with my spunk. I cried out, face contorted with pleasure, eyes closing as the wave of orgasm wept through me.

I collapsed onto the delectable body beneath me, gasping for breath as she did the same; her breasts swelling against me with each breath.

Well, after catching our breath - and not looking each other in the eye - I slowly moved off my recent lover and knelt up on the mattress.

"Well now, did you enjoy that, Tom?" asked Mrs Wood from where she sat, unruffled on a chair.

"Ah, yes Mrs Wood" I said, nodding emphatically.

"Good boy. Now you've done very well. You should get dressed and home now. Fernanda and I have a few more things to get on with."

I looked down at the nude, sweaty body of Miss Carter as she reclined on the crumpled white sheet. I would never get tired of looking at her beautiful curves; her heaving breasts tipped with raspberry pink nipples; or her delicate green-eyed face framed by heavy dark locks.

God, she was beautiful!

I was tempted to dress slowly, but decided that Mrs Wood obviously wanted to get Miss Carter alone, and it would be best not to keep her waiting. I dressed pretty quickly, and Mrs Wood shooed me away, closing and locking the door behind me.

I stood trying to listen for a minute, but the door was double-glazed, and I couldn't really hear anything. I sighed, but couldn't really complain. This had without doubt been the most amazing experience of my life. And as long as I kept it to myself... There was a good chance it could happen again!

Anyway, I headed home ASAP. Mrs Wood had kept my drawings. But I could draw pretty well from memory...



Art Ch. 02



This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories! The story is inspired by one I read years ago on a different site; so if it seems familiar, that may be why. If you know (or even wrote) the original, I hope you'll forgive my adaptation; and let me know what you think.




That night, I drew copies of all the pictures I had done in the art room; plus a beautiful close up of Miss Carter's gorgeous face, framed by the black hair I loved so much. She really was my perfect woman - and how lucky was I? I'd had this amazingly hot woman literally handed to me by an older woman who got off on watching the whole thing! I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I had to admit that being watched, and told what to do by Mrs Wood had made fucking Miss Carter even more amazing! The drawing practice was just a bonus, giving me - let's face it, not the hottest hunk at college - the opportunity to do nothing but stare at a beautiful, naked, curvaceous woman, and enjoy every slope and swell of her slender body.

I jerked off in the shower that morning thinking about her - and not for the first time, I should add! I dressed for college and went in. I had an English class that day, taught by you-know-who; and Art in the afternoon.

Miss Carter was dressed more conservatively than usual that day, but even a heavy sweater and floor-length skirt couldn't completely hide her curves. She avoided looking at me, and didn't speak to me for the whole class. Once she'd ignored my hand up to answer a couple of questions, I got the message. No mileage in upsetting or embarrassing her, after all.

In Art, Mrs Wood gave me a sly smile, and asked if I'd enjoyed earning my 'extra credit' the day before. I grinned nervously, and nodded.

"Good. Then I'll see you here tomorrow evening at the same time." she said briefly.

I nodded, although I couldn't help being a little disappointed that it wasn't going to be today!

That evening came and went, as did the next day. Despite the temptation, I didn't speak to anyone about what had happened, remembering the importance of promising my 'discretion'. Hell, I wasn't an idiot!

English was my last period the next day. As Miss Carter handed out assignments, she put an envelope on my desk casually, not looking me in the eye. I watched her legs as she walked past me a little way in her knee-length skirt. Hell, all the guys did - why wouldn't we? Then I turned my attention to the envelope.

Inside was what looked like a novelty key-chain; but there was no clasp. It was a tiny remote-control, with four square buttons and two up and down arrows on it. Confused, I looked in the envelope again, and pulled out a scrap of newspaper. On the other side was the advertisement, which I read quickly.

Remote-control love balls. Four 'pulse' programmes, and five power settings. A control range of thirty feet. My mouth opened in an 'o' of surprise, and I looked again at my sexy teacher. Was it my imagination, or was she walking a little awkwardly? I pressed the first button, bringing the controller to life. Two tiny digital LEDs came up with '1's. Miss Carter froze for a moment, and then continued till she was safely behind her desk. 

I figured one LED showed a program number, and the other intensity. As she explained the lesson, I toyed with the control, using the 'up' arrow to bring a setting of 1:3. Finally, she looked at me sharply, as she was giving out reading parts.

"Tom! You can tell us about Puck - his motivation, perhaps?"

I took the hint, and dialled it down as I tried to talk about Shakespeare. Once the class got going, people started talking more freely; and as Miss Carter sat back, I switched over to programme two, and hit her back up to a three.

She jumped, sitting up straight with a momentary look of panic. I don't think anyone else noticed, as someone else was talking. She shot me a look, but I just smiled gently at her.

After that, she didn't look at me again. I steadily worked it up to 3:4; and by halfway through the class, her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her nipples were plainly visible through her sweater. She also asked one of the guys to open the windows, which was unusual - she'd usually just get them herself. 

She had us writing our thoughts on our characters now, and I got up to approach her desk. I wanted to check how she felt about what was happening. I showed her my workbook as I spoke.

"Do you think I've done enough?" I asked, looking down at her as she stared at the papers on her desk. "I could stop now," I offered.

Finally, she met my gaze. I could see the hunger and desperation in her eyes, tinged with humiliation.

"No - no, I think you're doing well. Keep it up" she said, with a strange lilt to her voice.

I smiled at her, almost tenderly, and went back to my seat.

I don't know what the different settings were like, but number four seemed to be the most effective. Miss Carter's face was flushed; her nipples were like bullets, and I could see her breathing quickly. With a wicked thought, I dropped the power setting to 1, and she looked up at me with a pleading expression.

I arched an eyebrow, and she mouthed the word 'please' to me. Triumphant, I pushed it all the way up to five, and she melted back in her chair, trembling. I wasn't a hundred percent sure when she came, but it was definitely at least once before the end of the period. She dismissed us without getting up, and I lingered in the room.

When I wandered over to her, I could smell her arousal. She asked me quietly for the remote control, and I handed it to her. She stood, and walked into the supply closet. There was a huge wet patch on the back of her skirt, and I watched her legs scissoring into the closet eagerly.

A minute later, she reappeared; having simply rotated her skirt through 180 degrees. She held a large wicker handbag in front of her, hiding the wet patch.

"Follow me" she said coolly, leading me out of the room and down the corridor. I padded along behind her a few feet back, watching her walk. Damned if I knew how she managed to act so cool, walking through to the Art department, but she was completely normal, saying Hi or goodbye to the co-eds who called to her, without the faintest suggestion of stress.

Soon, we entered Mrs Wood's classroom. She was at her desk, clearing the top thoroughly.

"Ah Tom, Fernanda. How nice to see you both. Tom, close the door will you - and lock it. And Fernanda, close the blinds."

She sat calmly at her desk whilst we did what she said, and came to stand in front of her in a clear area of floor.

"So." she said firmly, but with a smile. "How are you both?"

"Fine thanks, Mrs Wood" I said clearly. Miss Carter was quieter, but said much the same thing.

"So, Fernanda. Did you enjoy being fucked on Monday?" asked Mrs Wood calmly. 

The younger woman flushed, and mumbled quietly.

"I'm sorry Fernanda, I didn't catch that. Did you enjoy being fucked by Tom?"

"Yes. Yes, Mrs Wood" she said, crimson-faced. Miss Carter's calm demeanour had melted away almost instantly.

"Oh good. And how about you Tom, did you enjoy fucking Fernanda?"

"Oh yeah! Yeah, very much thanks, Mrs Wood." I replied with a grin.

"Good. I think we'll have you doing that again this evening. But a little more art practice first. I have high hopes for you when we move on to oils, Tom. But I thought a little more sketching practice, to get your proportions just so."

"Fernanda, do you have the control?" Mrs Wood asked, putting her hand out. Miss Carter reached into her bag, and stepped forward to give it to the older woman.

"Fernanda dear, what are you hiding behind that awful bag?" said Mrs Wood in mocking tones.

Shamefacedly, Miss Carter lowered the bag, revealing her damp skirt.

"Oh dear. We did get excited, didn't we? Well, you can't stand around in that. Take it off and give it to Tom."

Miss Carter did what she was told, stepping gingerly out of the thin skirt and giving it to me. Beneath she wore white panties, soaked through. They sat high on her hips, and I stepped back slightly as she turned back to Mrs Wood. I was right in my guess, admiring her pert ass bisected by the thin white thong.

"Take it all off, you silly girl!" said Mrs Wood impatiently.

Miss Carter's hands jumped obediently to her front, quickly unbuttoning her blouse. She gave it to me, before reaching behind to unfasten her bra. Her breasts looked utterly amazing in the simple underwear, lifted up as if presented on a platter. As the bra came off, they sank just the slightest amount, her nipples thickly erect and flushed pink.

I watched silently, enjoying the show as my teacher stripped off in front of me. Finally, she put her thumbs in her thong panties, and slid them down her long legs. Her breasts swung gently from side to side as her weight shifted from one foot to the other. She straightened up, naked; and placed the damp panties on the pile of clothes I held.

"Tom, put those down carefully, and put the skirt over the radiator" said Mrs Wood. "Then get your sketch pad."

I did what she said, whilst Mrs Wood positioned Miss Carter. When I got back, my teacher was posing naked; arms above her head, back arched to thrust out her magnificent breasts. All her weight was on one leg, the other gently bent and her hips at an angle. 

She looked like a goddess. 

I walked around her, admiring her from every angle.

"I think from behind first," came Mrs Wood's voice.

I sat down, holding my sketch pad. I began with a few simple lines, and Mrs Wood came around to supervise me, giving me feedback on my perspective and proportions. I noticed that she was holding the tiny remote control, and wondered what the little love-balls were doing to Miss Carter.

A covering of tiny beads of sweat covered her back and chest. Her nipples were harder than ever; raspberry-pink thimbles on the tip of her glorious breasts. She was breathing quickly through pouting, full lips; clearly very turned on.

My sketch quickly took form under Mrs Wood's guidance; Miss Carter's classically feminine form transferring seamlessly to the paper. Her ass looked just fantastic, almost as pert and firm as the real thing. God, I could do this all night. Although there might be other things we could do that would be even more fun...

Sketching my nude teacher took about forty minutes, during which the room got hotter and hotter. Mrs Wood seemed oblivious, as she wandered the room and occasionally disappeared into the store cupboard. Eventually, as she admired my completed drawing, she noticed me sweating and told me to undress.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, and noticed Miss Carter's eyes turning towards me, although she didn't move until Mrs Wood spoke again.

"Fernanda, why don't you relax for a minute and stretch? We'll start again in a moment."

Miss Carter relaxed visibly, turning slightly to watch me as I undressed: now unbuckling my belt to slide my trousers off. Her eyes ran down my chest and rested on my boxers. I hesitated, but moved on as Mrs Wood inclined her head towards me, knowing that she'd just tell me to take them off anyway. I slid them down, exposing my firm erection to them both.

Miss Carter licked her lips unconsciously as she stared at my stiff cock once again, the pale shaft curving gently upwards for eight inches from between my legs; my balls up tight against the base. I might look unimposing fully dressed; but my naked erection was all the more impressive for my slim build.

I saw her fingers twitch as she looked at me, both of us now naked and clearly aroused.

"Tom, I want you to focus on Fernanda's face. Try and capture the passion you see there."

Miss Carter seemed to shrink back slightly, an expression of slight disappointment on her face; although not for long.

"Fernanda, I want you to take out those little love balls for me" said Mrs Wood "and give them to me."

Miss Carter reached down, keeping her gaze fixed on me. I didn't look down as she reached between her legs, as she clearly wanted me to look her in the eye instead. She turned away, and handed the love-balls over to the older woman.

"Good girl. Now stand in front of Tom with your legs apart. That's right. And put your hand between those pretty legs of yours. Tom, you may start now..."

I swallowed nervously, starting to sketch Miss Carter's pretty face as she reached down and began stroking her pussy, her slim fingers sliding through the neatly-trimmed bush down to her shaved lips...

Focusing on Miss Carter's face wasn't easy, as her face was filled with lust; her cheeks flushed as she breathed through her open mouth.

Her breasts danced from side to side as she jiggled her hand back and forth, sliding glistening fingers in and out of her wet pussy. I was supposed to be drawing her face, but spent half my time just drinking in the sight of this beautiful woman pleasuring herself in front of me. Her heavy breasts, dancing with each slight movement of her arms. Her flat tummy flexing. Her fingers sliding in and out of her wet snatch. Back up to her face; flushed with excitement, and groaning with pleasure.

How I managed to draw at all, I simply do not know. But the portrait slowly took form, with a few directions from Mrs Wood. I was, naturally, as hard as a rock the whole time.

Finally, Mrs Wood was satisfied that I had finished. She told me to set up a new pad, and sharpen my charcoal pencil. Whilst I took a few seconds doing this, she turned to Miss Carter.

"So, Fernanda, that's a lovely portrait. Do you think we should do another? No? What, then?"

"Please, Mrs Wood..."

"Now then Fernanda, if you want something, you know how to ask." said Mrs Wood firmly.

Miss Carter stepped forward, and sank gracefully to her knees in front of Mrs Wood, curling up at her feet. The younger woman's hands slipped under Mrs Wood's sensible skirt to rest on the backs of her thighs; and she hung her head.

"Please, Mrs Wood?" said Miss Carter softly.

"Yes Fernanda? You may look up"

She looked up, with a pleading expression. "Please Mrs Wood - I want to be fucked. Please let him fuck me."

"Look at the boy Fernanda. And tell me what you want him to do."

Miss Carter turned towards me; not meeting my gaze, but looking down at my cock.

"I want him to push his fat cock into my pussy, Mrs Wood. I'm so horny, I just want his cock thrusting in and out of me 'till I come." said my teacher, with incredible passion. Her Spanish accent was thick with desire.

"Very well, girl. I shall allow you this pleasure, as your obedience pleases me. Go to my desk, and lay face down across it." Mrs Wood ordered.

I was amazed at how horny and submissive she sounded, even now. Still, I guess she'd been getting pretty heavily stimulated for an hour and a half now, in the class and everything. She got up quickly and almost ran across the room to Mrs Wood's large (and thoroughly cleared) desk. She bent over at the waist, her breasts swaying heavily for a moment before they pressed into the hard wood.

"Move your legs apart dear, but keep them straight." ordered Mrs Wood.

I watched, open-mouthed, as Miss Carter did what she was told, her slender legs parting wide to reveal her swollen, wet pussy lips. Her bottom opened wide, revealing her womanly charms completely as she lay against the desk.

"Go and take a closer look," Mrs Wood told me.

I didn't need telling twice! In a trice, I was over there, close behind my naked and exposed English Lit teacher, who was panting softly against the wooden desk. I knelt down behind her, where I could see her pussy literally dripping; juices rolling down her taut legs. 

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I couldn't stop myself leaning forward, catching a droplet of pussy juice halfway down her thigh with my tongue. I moved upwards, and in a moment, my tongue licked long and slowly across the engorged lips of her honeypot. My face pressed between the firm cheeks of her bottom as I feasted greedily on her sweet nectar.

There was no finesse in my movements, as I brought my hands up to pull at her buttock cheeks, squeezing them roughly. I licked up and down her thighs, and back across her dripping cunny, eager for every drop of her sweet arousal.

But however hungry my tongue was, another part of my body was hungrier still. Almost unaware of it, I stood, and positioned myself behind her. As I took hold of my furiously erect cock, I heard Mrs Wood clear her throat meaningfully.

I looked over at her, freezing. Had I done the wrong thing? She had told Fernanda that I could fuck her, hadn't she?

After several tense seconds where Mrs Wood looked the two of us up and down, she nodded at me. I looked back down to where I held my cock mere inches from moist Nirvana. I moved forward; one hand guiding my throbbing cock to Miss Carter's wet lips. I pressed on, my swollen cock-head pushing inside her moistness. I tried to hold back, using just the tip of my penis to tease her, sliding in and out just an inch at a time.

Miss Carter was clearly in no mood to be teased by me though, and she pressed back against me, moaning for more. What man could resist a goddess like her begging for his cock? Not me, that's for sure. I slid my stiff shaft deep inside her, and she moaned loudly; a long low cry of pure pleasure as I filled her hungry pussy completely.

I pressed all the way in, till my thighs rubbed against her perfect, pert arse. I stroked it with my hands, caressing her perfect flesh as I pulled out almost all the way before sliding in again. I was almost painfully erect as I slowly fucked her, using every inch of my thick rod to stretch the walls of her cunt. She moaned deliriously.

"Oh! Oh God, faster! Do it faster! Fuck me... harder!" she begged.

I ignored her, holding myself back as I moved in and out slowly, my hands still squeezing her firm buttocks. Was any guy in the world having better sex than me right now? I didn't think so.

Mrs Wood came up beside me, and watched me closely, absorbing the sight of my wet cock sliding in and out between Miss Carter's bum-cheeks.

"Very good, Tom. It's good to hold back a little... Let things build up."

She watched for a few more seconds; her eyes travelling up my chest, then back down and across Miss Carter's naked back, streaked with sweat as she lay prone on the desk, hands pressed against the wood.

"Do you like Fernanda's bottom Tom?" She asked.

"Um, yes Mrs Wood" I said, gasping for breath slightly. "It's gorgeous"

"Have you thought about fucking her in her arse?" said the older woman crudely. She watched my face carefully, smiling at my surprise and shock.

"Ah, no Mrs Wood. Not really."

Miss Carter had gone quiet; still moving her hips rhythmically, but not speaking a word. Her face had turned so that she could look behind her, a look of concern on her beautiful features.

"Oh! I thought all boys did. Well, maybe we'll just let the two of you think about it for now. But just to give you both a taster for next time, get one of your fingers wet and slip it into her bottom whilst you fuck her. We'll see if you like the idea."

I gulped, mouth dry as my hips slowed. Obediently though, I lifted a finger and put it into my mouth. I had to suck for a minute, to get it wet enough, then took it out and moved it to her bottom. 

My index finger pressed against the tight star of her anus, as I prepared to slip my finger inside. She turned away, not wanting to see, and I couldn't tell if she was excited, ashamed, or turned on. All three, more likely.

I pushed, sliding my index finger into her tight bottom, my thin finger sliding with some difficulty between the strong muscles of her sphincter. God, how tight would she be to fuck in here? What would that feel like?




Art Ch. 02



Miss Carter pressed back against me, and I felt the resistance to my finger lessen. In a few seconds, my knuckles were pressed against her, and my finger was buried in her bowels.

She groaned softly, squirming a little on the desk. She pressed back on me, grinding down on my cock.  Her internal muscles tightened around me, squeezing my thick fleshy rod firmly, as I slid it in and out of her wet pussy, and I moaned myself.

My finger twitched, and I began to move it slowly in and out of her ass as a counterpoint to my cock; going in as my cock pulled back, and vice-versa.

We moved together, my sexy teacher squirming on the desktop as I pumped my hips, and fingered her asshole. Her naked back was so sexy; the tight muscles fanning out across her shoulders, and then tapering down to her slender waist before reversing their curve back out to her magnificent ass.

I like a nice ass. Given the choice between breasts and ass, I'd refuse to accept the premise and say both! But Fernanda's ass was something special. Lots of girls look good either in clothes, or out of them; standing or sitting or lying down. But this woman's bottom was beautiful in any position - and from any position! And seeing and feeling my finger working away in her butt as I fucked her soaking wet pussy gave me a whole new appreciation of her amazing bum.

Fernanda's moans began to reach a crescendo as I felt my own orgasm approach, and I slowed down slightly to delay her pleasure and allow us to come together. Finally I sped up again, delivering a brief but rapid rogering that brought us both to an explosive climax, her grabbing the desk and pushing back on me as my hot cum surged into her.

I sagged forwards, resting my head on her for a few moments, drained of strength.

After a few minutes, we picked ourselves up, and Mrs Wood told me to get dressed. Miss Carter lay over the desk nude and sweaty, breathing heavily; and watched me getting dressed.  Finally, I was dismissed, and left my two teachers alone - one fully dressed and dominant; the other naked and submissive, still draped over the wooden desk.

I wished I could stay and see what happened! But I wasn't about to jeopardise my opportunity to return again, when I was next called for. I went home quickly, keen to get my memories down on paper; including a sketch of the amazing view of her hourglass figure I had as I fucked her.

I wanked off two more times that evening as I drew my 'memories' and thought about what Mrs Wood might make Miss Carter do when I wasn't there...



Art Ch. 03



This story could have gone in a variety of other categories, as it involves domination and submission, and aspects of heterosexual and lesbian sex between participants of different ages. If that offends you, then I suggest you don't read it. If it works for you, check out my other stories (and favorite authors)!

*****

It was early next week when I was told to start late for Art tuition again. I had been eager for this for several days; and the evening before, had noticed Mrs Wood closing the art-room door behind a slim body with a waterfall of golden hair. I wasn't sure who; as there was no shortage of blondes in the school. The door didn't open again for the 20 minutes I risked hanging around; and I disappeared so as not to get caught.

A girl! What must Mrs Wood be doing with her? My mind was racing that night, I can tell you. Mrs Wood was an interesting character; and clearly had her own agenda; though she seemed happy enough if I enjoyed myself too. She liked to watch; to be the one in control, that was clear. And I got the impression she was more into watching girls than boys, on the whole. What did she make Miss Carter or the blonde do when I wasn't there? Were there just two of them in that art-room right now, or three?

So I was kind of hoping for something new that Wednesday evening when I returned to see Mrs Wood and Miss Carter once again. I didn't, as it happened; but only a fool would complain about that, after the two hours I spent there that night; fully half of them between Miss Carter's taut thighs, licking golden nectar from her pussy-lips.

I practiced my sketching as usual to begin with; and Mrs Wood began to guide me once more. We had begun to work on preparatory sketches for oil paintings in class; and for a while at least, she genuinely gave me what might be considered tuition. If it were normal to paint your English literature teacher completely naked, that is. 

If you haven't read my diaries before, I recommend you do. I've described my teacher, Fernanda Carter there; as well as how this situation all came about. Miss Carter is Spanish (her grandad was actually English, as I found out later- hence the name), but teaches English Literature. She is about five ten, and 105lbs of long legs, tight ass, and large firm breasts packed in smooth skin the colour of caramel. With her husky Spanish voice added to her smoking hot body, if she were a cartoon character, Fernanda would have been thrown out of the Jessica Rabbit casting for being too sexy.

My Art teacher Mrs Wood had decided, for reasons of her own, to develop my artistic talents by involving me in regular after-school nude sketching sessions. So far, these had always ended with amazing sex between Miss Carter and myself. How and why Miss Carter was involved in this, I didn't know. Was she Mrs Woods' submissive lover? Did Mrs Wood have sort of hold over her?

For now, perhaps selfishly, I wasn't thinking about that too much. Regular hot sex with a beautiful naked Spanish woman in her early twenties was not something I was prepared to jeopardise! 

So, even if no blonde teenager was forthcoming, I wasn't about to complain about an evening licking out the hottest teacher in college. The two of them seemed inclined to use this opportunity to teach me better technique; which was just fine by me. Hell, that's what most guys want to learn in college!

Surprisingly, given how intimate we had been, when it came time to return the favor, Miss Carter was a bit reluctant. 

"Please, Mrs Wood, I do not like to." she said shamefacedly. She was sprawled in front of me, legs wide and pussy lips swollen and soaked with fluid. I say back naked on my haunches, face gleaming with her sticky juices. 

"Why ever not, child?" said Mrs Wood huffily.

"I don't like to... it is dirty, where he pees from..." she stumbled.

"And where do you think he has been licking you for the better part of an hour?" demanded the older woman. "Now do as you are told, or I shall be very unhappy with you" she warned severely.

"And you know what will happen then..."

Miss Carter turned to me, her face turn with indecision, lust and worry - or perhaps distaste.

She knelt before me, reaching out for my cock with a dainty hand. I had lost a little hardness because of her clear distaste, and she got closer, het face wrinkled up further. However, as her lips got within inches of my cock, she began to look confused.

Gingerly, she kissed the swollen tip of my shaft. Hesitantly, her lips opened, and she took my glans into her mouth, momentarily sticking on it like a plum.

She looked up at me and smiled happily, before sucking my cock into her mouth again.

Maybe her previous experiences with oral sex had had poor hygiene. Or maybe she had never really done it before. Either way, I was glad I had taken the opportunity to 'freshen up' before coming along; as Miss Carter began to lick and suck my cock with increasing enthusiasm. I realised that this was no substitute for experience though, and began to guide her head with my hands. 

After a few minutes of now-enthusiastic oral attention, my cock was at full mast again, and Miss Carter was bobbing up and down on my thick shaft. I took her hand, and brought it up to play with my balls as she sucked away. The other, I wrapped around the base of my thick shaft. She was enjoying this, and I reckoned that trying to get her to deep throat would be pushing it. Still, it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm begin to rise, and decided that I should probably say something.

"Ahh. Oh, I'm gonna come!" I gasped, looking down at the gorgeous woman fellating me. Miss Carter looked up nervously, my cock still in her mouth. Her big eyes looked at me submissively, and God, it was so sexy!

"Good boy. Now Fernanda, I want you to be ready, as he's going to come in your mouth, and I want you to swallow it all." Mrs Wood warned her.

Inn a few seconds, I did just that, arching my back as my orgasm shot through me, and hot sticky cun erupted into my teacher's waiting mouth. I did my best to watch through half-closed eyes as she swallowed repeatedly to contain the mouthful of wet salty sperm as she had been told.

My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor besides my naked teacher, one arm across her shoulders. 

"Thank you," I gasped into her ear. "Thank you so much!"

I kissed her on the cheek, and after a moment's hesitation Fernanda turned to me and her soft lips met mine. We kissed, at first softly and then with increasing passion, our tongues entwining and mingling the tastes of our erotic juices. My hands were in her hair and stroking her breasts as hers pressed against my chest. It was several seconds before we parted, and she turned away with a look of embarrassment.

"That's nice, Tom. I like to see a young lad being grateful when he's given a treat." said Mrs Wood. "Now, I confess that I rather lost track of time, and I have plans for dinner; so you two should get dressed quickly. Chop chop!"

Even after being positioned like an erotic Ken doll and doing her every bidding, my mouth dropped open as Mrs Wood dismissed us like a pair of naughty children. Still, it made me smile all the way home!

As I said, I was wrong when I had expected something 'different' that day; but the big change I was expecting came two days later. On Thursday morning, Miss Carter had quietly signalled for me to hang back at the end of English class. She disappeared into the stationery cupboard as the rest of the class filed out, and reappeared after just a minute with a brown envelope. She handed it to me and dismissed me with a soft smile as the next class began to arrive.

I peeked into the envelope as I moved on to my next class, and quickly diverted into the men's room as I glimpsed the silky material inside. Behind a locked cubicle door, I pulled out a pair of still-warm lacy French panties; made of pink transparent lace. I put them to my nose and inhaled Miss Carter's musky scent deeply. I put the panties in my jacket pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper from the envelope:

Tom, 

Fernanda won't be needing these for the rest of the day. Look after them, and wear them tomorrow.

Mrs Wood

-

Well, I did as I was told, obviously. That evening, I jerked off in my room holding the panties to my nose. Later, checking the bathroom door was properly locked, I slipped them on. Standing nude except for silky panties, I felt pretty silly; but that first impression began to change as I wore them the next day.

As I walked around, I was constantly aware of the soft material against my skin as I moved around; how the gusset held my balls tight up against me - not to mention constantly checking that my shirt was tucked in, to prevent anyone else noticing! All in all, I had to admit that it was pretty erotic, and I was well in the mood when I finally headed for the Art department at the end of the day.

"Hello Tom," said Mrs Wood. "How was your day?" She was sitting on her desk, leafing through a sheaf of pictures.

"Um, great," I said. "Not too stressful"

"Excellent. And are you wearing Fernanda's underwear?"

"Um, yes"

"And how did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy wearing your teacher's panties? The feel of silk on your skin?"

"Um yeah, it was kind of... kind of sexy, I guess." I admitted sheepishly.

"Good. We'll just wait here for her. Get your easel ready - we'll be sketching again today."

I started seeing up, sharpening charcoal pencils and so forth, till I heard the distinctive tap-tap of high heels, and turned to watch Miss Carter enter the room, her legs scissoring quickly in a sensible pencil skirt. 

"Close us in, Fernanda" said Mrs Wood firmly.

Miss Carter did so, locking the door and covering the reinforced-glass window with a sheet of Blu-taced paper.

"Now, I'd like to introduce another student who I'll be involving in our sessions. She's a little shy, so I want you both on your best behavior and as obedient as possible."

Mrs Wood snapped her fingers. "Come on out Sarah" she called.

Nothing happened.

"Come out dear, we don't have all night." she said more firmly. "Don't make me ask again."

The door to the Art supply room opened, and a familiar figure came out. Slim, blonde, with long legs and washboard abs shown off by her incredibly short skirt and crop top, stepped Sarah Baker. Sarah Ferrari as she'd been known since her dad dropped her off in a bright red one on the first day of her junior year. 

"Now Tom, take your clothes off and show us what you're wearing underneath," said Mrs Wood, politely but firmly. My eyes widened. Oh Christ! She couldn't be serious! Strip down to a pair of sexy women's panties in front of Sarah Ferrari? I'd never hear the end of it!

Mrs Wood was clearly unimpressed as I paused. "Now, if I have to ask anyone else to do something twice, there will be real trouble... Tom!" snapped my Art teacher.

My hands went to my shirt buttons without consulting my brain, and went to work. My brain, meanwhile, was racing, although I can't say for sure that it came up with a coherent thought. Shirt off now - god, I wish I had bigger muscles - move on to the shoes and socks. Safe enough. But all I've got left is my pants, and... oh god... Sarah Ferrari - she's standing right there... and I'm wearing panties!

Okay, I figured. Time to man up! Either I strip off or this is all over - the sex, the drawing, the drooling over Fernanda's amazing body... And whatever the deal is with Sarah, that's done, too. 

I unpopped the fly of my jeans.

Oh, what the Hell! Might as well get it over with. She already heard you admit to wearing them.

Sarah's eyes widened as I pushed my jeans down. I looked away, down at the floor as I slid the jeans over my feet. I straightened and stood up, trying not to look at Sarah as she lifted her hand too her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle.

I must have been beetroot red as I stood semi-naked in front of the three women, my cock clearly visible through the lacy netting of the pink panties I wore.

"Good boy, Tom. Hands behind your back. Now give us a twirl, and then tell Sarah what you're wearing" I was told.

I grimaced as I had my back to them momentarily. This really was cringeworthy. "I'm wearing Miss Carter's panties. She gave them to me yesterday after class."

Sarah glanced at the teacher standing next to her as Mrs Wood spoke.

"Really?" And what underwear did you put on afterwards, dear?" she said, turning to Miss Carter.

It was the elegant Spanish beauty's turn to blush. "Nothing, Mrs Wood. I had no other underwear."

"All afternoon with no underwear? And what are you wearing today?" came the query.

"I... ah, I am wearing my red thong Mrs Wood, as you told me to."

"I'm glad to hear it. Now be a good girl and show us."

With the briefest of hesitations, Miss Carter followed me in unbuttoning her shirt. She slipped it off to reveal her fabulous body underneath; the olive-coloured skin as smooth as butter over her shoulders, with delicate clavicles bisected by the red shoulder-straps of her brassiere. It was a strong underwired bra; the bottom half solid red silk, the top half lace through which her large nipples could be seen. Beneath, she slimmed down to a tiny waist before her hips flared out again.

I glanced back and forth between my sexy Spanish teacher, and the English Rose that was Sarah; who was staring as she saw Miss Carter strip. I couldn't help wondering if it was the first time...

Held by her well-designed bra, Miss Carter's breasts only swung slightly as she reached down to unsnap her pencil skirt and lower the zip. She shimmied her hips as she pushed the skirt over them, and it fell to the floor revealing that she was indeed wearing a matching red thong; although I could only see the tiny patch of red at the front. Beneath, a beam of light shone through the gap between her firm thighs. 

At Mrs Wood's direction, Miss Carter walked to one side, still in her high heels. Three inches of heel pushed her to over six feet tall... And as she walked away, I watched the thin red string of her thong disappear between the cheeks of her ass as they flexed with each step.

Mrs Wood must have liked the look of Miss Carter's fine legs and ass in her high heels, as she had the younger woman stride twice back and forth across the art studio like it was a catwalk. Man, I would have killed for a camcorder!

"Now then, Sarah" came Mrs Wood's voice. "Now it's your turn."

Sarah's eyes bulged out, and she opened her mouth to speak.

"Um... Miss..." she began.

"Be quiet, girl! I will not tolerate you either questioning or disobeying me! Shall we repeat the circumstances of your first visit here?" snapped Mrs Wood, looking angry.

Sarah went slightly pale and glanced at me before she shook her head. Her hands went to the hem of her crop top, and lifted it quickly, revealing a pale blue bra encasing small but beautiful-looking breasts. After another couple of seconds hesitation, her skirt followed. Her panties were soft blue cotton, and wouldn't have been particularly sexy if it hadn't been her wearing them.

She stood with her hands at her sides, hanging her head.

"Did I tell you to stop?" said Mrs Wood sharply.

Sarah quailed. "No, miss" she said nervously. Her hands rose then fell twice before she finally reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She slipped the straps from her shoulders, and it tumbled away to dangle from her hand. Her breasts stood high on her chest; pale and pert, with small soft pink nipples. She hunched her shoulders, trying to hide herself as she pushed her panties down her legs. I stared at her, my eyes bouncing between her pert breasts and her neatly-trimmed blonde bush.

It was a few seconds before Mrs Wood spoke.

"Thank you Sarah. I want you to remember that you should be prepared to do this without question when I tell you to. Now, hands behind your back."

"Yes Miss" she mumbled, eyes down. She moved her arms, giving us a better look at her pert body. Sarah was very slim, with a totally flat stomach and really toned thighs and arms. Her arms looked stronger than mine, and I wished I had started doing regular workouts more than two weeks ago. I guess cheerleading is a pretty good workout!

Her boobs were high on her chest, without a hint of dag in them; topped with pink nipples which, if I wasn't imagining it, were at least a little bit erect! I reckoned a B-cup; compared to Miss Carter's F or G's. But where Miss Carter was voluptuous and soft, Sarah was a different kind of beautiful: slim and muscular, young and firm. Her pretty face was slightly rounded by soft cheekbones, hazel eyes and (when she used it) a beautiful smile; framed with pure blonde hair that fell halfway down her back.

"Are you embarrassed?" asked Mrs Wood.

"Yes Miss"

"Well, that's only natural. That's why I embarrassed Tom first. Have you looked at him lately?" said Mrs Wood with a slight smile.

Sarah looked up as I realised how tightly constricted my cock suddenly felt; fully erect within Miss Carter's tiny panties. She suddenly smiled broadly, before biting her lip.

"They look a little uncomfortable, Tom." remarked Mrs Wood. "Why not take them off?

No surprise there, I guess. And to be honest, I was happier to be naked than wearing see-through panties anyway. Sarah watched my every move, and my cock swelled to it's full eight inches as I watched her eyes broaden and her teeth gently bite her lip.

Sarah had relaxed a bit, and Mrs Wood seemed happy for us to stare at each other for a minute.

Finally, Mrs Wood told Miss Carter to take her underwear off, and the two of us watched her strip completely. I looked at Miss Carter's naked, graceful curves as she slid off the red lingerie. As always, her sensual curves took my breath away. Her breasts swung heavily and her dark hair fell forward as she bent at the waist to slide her thong off first one, then the other leg. Glancing across at Sarah, she was even more focused than she had been on me, once more biting her lower lip as though wanting more.

"Now, you've both been good, and you've both been a little naughty. So I have a gift and a a little punishment for you," said Mrs Wood. Come here, both of you."

Sarah and I moved closer to her - and each other. She was holding two mobile phones; and as we got close enough, revealed what was showing on them.

On mine, a picture of Sarah naked, biting her lip sexily. On Sarah's, a picture of me, smiling and erect in pink panties. I hadn't even noticed her taking them!

Sarah gasped. "Oh my god!"

"Now, my pets," said Mrs Wood calmly. "This is your reward and punishment. It's also your guarantee of confidence, Sarah."

She handed Sarah her phone, and gave me mine.

Sarah spluttered "But... but Ms Wood... Ms Wood, you can't give him that!"

Mrs Wood looked at Sarah over her glasses. "I can, and I have, my dear. And if he ever shows it to anyone, you have a far more embarrassing picture of him! Mutually Assured Destruction, you might say. So I suggest that you both look after them."

Sarah began to complain again, and Mrs Wood had clearly had enough. She stepped forward and grabbed Sarah by the hair, dragging her forwards and pushing her over the desk. A heavy hand came down on Sarah's unprotected bottom with a slap and she yelped.

"Sarah, you will be silent, or I'll have Tom do this for me!" said Mrs Wood sharply. Sarah stopped struggling as soon as the words sank in. I admired her tight, firm thighs and ass bent over the desk as Mrs Wood moved to one side. Her legs were slightly parted, and her ripe pussy was displayed clearly, beneath fine gold hair.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Sarah somehow remained silent, and my suspicions that this had happened before were confirmed when Mrs Wood spoke to her.

"Have you forgotten something, Miss Baker?" she said sharply.




Art Ch. 03



"Yes Mrs Wood. Sorry Mrs Wood. Um - Four?"

"Traditionally, one starts counting with the number one, my dear." said Mrs Wood, giving Sarah another slap.

"Ow! - one!" she said.

Slap!

"Two."

It went on for a couple of minutes, with twenty slaps before Mrs Wood stopped. Sarah's bottom was bright red, and she was sniffling as she counted aloud. My cock, meanwhile, was as hard as steel. Miss Carter had moved closer to me, and was breathing hard, her heavy breasts rising and falling magnificently.

"Tom, lie down on the rug there. And Fernanda, climb on top of him, and ride his cock. Neither of you is to come until I say so." said Mrs Wood, breathing a little hard herself.

I threw down the thick rug that was kept rolled up against the wall and lay down as I was told. Miss Carter stood over me for a moment, before stepping astride me. I looked up, awestruck by the vision of her long legs coming together at her wet swollen pussy, lips shaved bare and glistening with her juices. Above was her slim waist, flat belly and then those magnificent heavy boobs.

She sank down, taking hold of my cock and guiding it inside her. I slipped into her soaking wet pussy like the proverbial hot knife through butter; and in moments my sexy teacher was grinding against the base of my shaft.

I groaned, taking hold of Miss Carter's hips as we began to thrust against each other. She moaned, her whole fabulous body bouncing with each movement; already glistening with sweat.

I could no longer see Sarah and Mrs Wood, but could hear Mrs Wood talking softly to her. As I strained to listen, I heard a rustle of cloth, then Mrs Wood spoke again. Whatever she said, Sarah didn't answer; but after a moment, I heard Mrs Wood sigh softly.

If it was possible for my cock to get harder, it did. Was Sarah going down on our Art teacher? She had to be, I figured.

Still, even if it wasn't clear that we had been positioned so that I couldn't see them, I wasn't idiot enough to try craning round Fernanda's fabulous form just to see what was going on behind. God, she was wet! She must have got off seeing Sarah and I humiliated by Mrs Wood. She was murmuring to herself, her eyes half closed. I was already feeling my own orgasm in the distance; and realised that we had to slow down if we weren't to come.

I reached up, resting my hand on Fernanda's cheek. Her eyes opened and linked with mine; and I shook my head slightly. She looked confused for a minute, then nodded. She slowed down, her thighs moving more gently as she ground against me. We began to rock in time together, making smaller movements to not over-stimulate each other. I didn't know how long I would be able to hang on, all the same, given the gorgeous woman I was fucking and the crazy circumstances.

Fernanda rode me slowly, grinding her pubic bone on mine, my thick cock deep inside her. My hands rested on her firm brown thighs, occasionally slipping around to cup her curvaceous buttocks. Behind her, I could hear Mrs Wood beginning to moan. Thank God - hopefully she'd let us come when she did.

Soon, Mrs Wood was gasping softly, and I heard her murmuring to Sarah. I kept fucking Fernanda rhythmically and a couple of minutes later, Sarah appeared from behind her; still naked, nipples erect, and face gleaming with what must have been Mrs Wood's pussy juices.

"Now Tom, you can come when both of the girls have," said Mrs Wood, appearing unruffled as she came from behind Fernanda. She sat on the edge of her desk as my life once again continued to exceed my wildest fantasies: Sarah Ferrari walked over and stood astride me, then sank onto her knees facing Fernanda Carter, her glistening pussy pressing against my lips. As she lowered herself, I drank in her pert ass, thighs and pussy. Her lips were swollen and gleaming with her juices; and she had a natural light growth of blonde hair making it all the sexier.

I began to thrust harder at Fernanda whilst moving my hands to Sarah's tight ass-cheeks. I lifted slightly, and Sarah got the message, shuffling up slightly as I repositioned her to allow me to lick the full length of her swollen wet slit. I began eating her out, first licking greedily, then sucking her swollen pussy lips between my own lips one at a time.

I knew that the girls were doing something from their movements, probably making out. Having permission to come, Fernanda didn't last long, her thighs straining as her pussy clenched around my cock. My tongue ached as I stretched it to lick Sarah as deeply as possible. Her pussy was the sweetest I had ever tasted, like water to a drowning man. Her ass rubbed against me as I tilted my head to reach her clitoris, emerging from its hood at the top of her juicy pussy. Or the bottom, from my perspective!

As I focussed on Sarah, I stopped thrusting, but Fernanda continued to push back and forth on my cock. I could feel my sap rising, and tried to hold on. I wasn't sure I could make it, but finally Sarah cried out and her thighs gripped my head as she came; and with a desperate moan I did the same, my come surging deep inside my sexy Spanish lover as I convulsed. Fernanda came again too, the three of us climaxing as one.

Slowly, the girls untangled themselves; Fernanda lifting herself off me first, my softening cock slipping out of her to lie on my belly. Sarah had slumped down breathless, sitting fully on my face for probably half a minute before lifting her gorgeous posterior off me. I just lay there, reveling in the feel of her soft smooth skin and the taste and smell of her. As she stood, I watched with rapt attention as her thighs and butt flexed as she climbed off me.

We didn't have any attempts at art that evening; dressing slowly and making our separate ways. Still, I filled my sketch book anyway, with images of Sarah's slim body; lithe, athletic and naked. And in any case I thought it might have been some kind of dream, I had left with not just a photo of her naked and unaware, but her pale blue panties tucked into my pocket.