3 comments/ 113042 views/ 2 favorites Love Lessons Ch. 01 By: KenJames * * * * * * * * * * Written by Diane (cuddlydbear) and Ken James Author's note: When Diane and Ken decided to write together, she sent him this. "It would be fun to role play with you, any scenario . . . especially my favorite ones. How about being my teacher and giving me some extra credit assignments? I've been a very good girl, and want to earn an A in your class. Tell me what to do to get it." That's the origin of this story. We took turns writing sections without discussing content. A lot of the fun was throwing plot twists at each other. Except for minor editing, the posted version is unchanged from the original. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Diane and Ken * * * * * * * * * * Hello Diane. Come on into my office. Close the door, please. It's noisy out in the hall. Go ahead and lock it. I hate to be disturbed. I'm always pleased when a student wants to do extra credit assignments. You've been a good girl and you're already near the top of the class. With some extra work, you'll definitely get an A. I like to challenge my students, so you'll find it hard but rewarding. Before we discuss that, I have to say that you're a very attractive young lady. You realize you were a little careless with your skirt in class today. I think it's a little shorter than the dress code allows. Sitting there in the front row, you opened your legs wide and I was able to see your panties. The black lace suits you very well. I'm surprised the dean hasn't talked to you about the dress code. Not only is your skirt too short, but your blouse is too tight and low-cut. It certainly shows your breasts off, though. They're big and beautiful. I doubt there are many men who wouldn't love to caress them. I've been teaching for a long time. I know what you want. I don't do this often, but I want it just as much as you. Come here and kiss me. You're a good kisser. You really know how to use your tongue. Your breasts feel good pressed against my chest, too. I know you can tell how aroused you're getting me. * * * * * * * * * * Oh, Mr. James, I love kissing you. I'm glad you think my breasts are beautiful. I've had a crush on you since the 9th grade, and now that I'm a senior, I think about you all the time. You are a very good kisser, and I love the way your tongue slides into my mouth. I dressed like this just for you. I know you watch me in class, and I always sit in front just so you can see me the way you want to. You feel so good pressed against me. I love how hard your cock is getting. You're such a wonderful teacher and an incredibly sexy man. You're getting me all excited. Dean Johnson made me come into his office today so that he could talk to me about what I'm wearing. He was lecturing me about the short skirt and tight blouse. He tried to sound stern, but I could see the bulge in his pants even with him sitting at his desk. He kept staring at my breasts and he was breathing a little funny. I know he wants to touch and kiss me, but I only want you. All the time he was talking I kept saying " yes sir" so I could get out of there and come to see you. You're all I can think about. I try to do my best in your class so you'll be happy with me. We can talk about my extra credit assignments another time. Right now I just want you to touch me . . . please open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts. The nipples are so hard from rubbing against your chest. Oh, that feels good. Yes, go ahead and take them in your mouth. Ohhhhh, Mr. James . . . suck them . . . let me take your head and rub it against my chest. I love the way you feel. Take your shirt off. I want to feel your chest against me. Yes, that's the way. Let me lick your nipples. I know men like to have their nipples sucked too. Your nipples taste wonderful. Rub them against me. Press yourself against me now. I want to feel your hard cock pushing against my skirt. Oh, yes! Mr. James, your cock is so hard. It feels so good pressing against my crotch. I want to rub it through your slacks. Kiss me some more. I love the way your tongue goes down my throat while you're humping me . . . oh, I'm getting so wet down there. Let me feel your bulging cock . . . mmm yes . . . you're so hard . . . Oh, darn it . . . I have to go . . . I have cheerleading practice and if I'm late again the coach will throw me off the squad. I'll come back again tomorrow and we can talk about my work again. I'll wear another short skirt and tight blouse just for you. * * * * * * * * * * Hello Diane, come on in. I've been thinking about you since yesterday. The way you were "absent-mindedly" rubbing your nipples during the pop quiz this afternoon was really exciting. If I hadn't been sitting behind my desk, the whole class would have seen how aroused I was. I noticed you in the ninth grade, even though you weren't in my class that year. You were a little sexpot, even before you matured. I watch you in your tight little cheerleading outfit at every game. I've overheard a lot of boys talking. They all dream about fucking you. I can't believe how lucky I am that you want me! Don't worry about Dean Johnson. He likes looking at you too much to do anything about the dress code. I saw you leaving his office. He headed straight for the faculty men's room and locked the door. Come into my arms. You don't have cheerleading practice tonight, do you. No. Good! I want to take a long time kissing you, all over. Your mouth, of course. I don't know how you do it. You're better with your tongue than any of the older women I've been with. Also your forehead, your eyelids, cheeks, earlobes, neck . . . your nipples are already so hard. I can feel them so clearly even through your blouse and my shirt. Kiss me the same way. That's so good . . . oh yeah, I love having my earlobes nibbled. God! You've already got my cock so hard! Kiss my mouth some more. MMmmm! Now your blouse. Let's take it off completely this time. I'll put it on the chair. We don't want to get it messed up. I might as well take my shirt off now, too. You have the most beautiful breasts. I can't believe I'm actually fondling them. I've dreamed about this for so long. They're so heavy in my hands. I love kneading your breasts and pinching your hard nipples. It's wonderful burying my face between your breasts, licking and sucking them all over, teasing you until you grab my head and guide it to a nipple. Your nipples are so hard, swollen like tiny cocks. I can't get enough of them. You want to suck my nipples again? Yes, please! I do love that. It gets me so hot! Yeah, unfasten my belt. Unzip my slacks and let them fall down around my ankles. My cock is so hard, straining against the confines of my briefs. No, don't take it out. Just rub it through the thin tight fabric. Your fingers feel so good caressing my head and shaft. Pre-cum is leaking from my tip, soaking the cloth. Oh Diane! Wait a minute, what have I heard your friends calling you? Dee. Oh Dee! Sweet sexy Dee! Fall to your knees and lick my balls, so tight, trapped inside my clinging briefs. Oh yeah! Lick your way up my shaft, soaking the thin fabric with your saliva. Up to the big wet spot, lingering at that supersensitive place on the ring between my shaft and cock head. Stop! Dee, please stop! You've got me seconds away from cumming and I'm not ready for that. You are so good! Now what can I do for you? * * * * * * * * * * Oh, Mr. James! Your cock is so big and hard. I love kissing you and sucking you. You taste so good. I love it when you kiss me all over like that. Play with my hair. It feels so good to be in your arms again. I don't want you to cum yet. I'll stop sucking you for now. I know all the boys in class want to fuck me. I haven't fucked anyone yet. I want you to be the first, but not yet. I want everything to be perfect when you take my virginity. Let me sit in your chair. I want you to play with my legs. Take off my shoes and stockings. Oh, you didn't know that I wore a garter belt and thigh high stockings? They are so much more comfortable than those school tights. Kiss your way up from my toes. I want you to kiss and lick my legs all the way up to my pussy. That's it. OH, your mouth feels so good on my clit. Lick me all over my pussy through my dripping panties. I wore the black lace ones again tonight just for you. Feel how wet you make me? Tomorrow I'll wear the purple crotchless ones. No one knows I have them. I thought of you when I bought them, and it got me so hot I had to fuck myself with my fingers in the dressing room with my skirt up around my waist and my panties off. I moaned your name when I exploded, very quietly so no one could hear. That's right, use your teeth gently to take my panties off. Go up under the skirt. I'm going to leave it on while you suck my pussy. OH, Mr. James! Your tongue feels so good . . . lick my clit while you put two fingers inside me. That's it . . . oh god . . . I'm going to cum any second. No, don't stop . . . I want to cum all over your face and get your beard all wet. I love your beard on my pussy. OH Yes . . . I'm going to . . . . . . . . OH MR. JAMES! I'm CUMmmmmmmmmminnnngggggggggggggggggggggg so hard! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that's it . . . suck me and fuck me with your fingers . . . put your tongue inside me . . . . . . yessssssssssssssssssss . . . . . . . . . . . . .I'm going to cum all over your face . . . . . . .OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Oh, that felt so good. Come up here and kiss me. Take me in your arms and cuddle me. I love being close to you like this. No one has ever made me feel so good. I've wanted this for so long. I'm so glad you want me. Just hold me and kiss me for a few minutes. I can taste my cum on your mouth. MMMMM it tastes good. I'm going to go now, but tomorrow I'll tell my parents I have practice, and I'll tell the coach I have to go to the dentist. I'll wear my cheerleading uniform for you. The skirt on that is even shorter than this one. The coach likes us to show off our legs. I think he wants me too. Good night, Mr. James. You are so wonderful and sexy. I'll be dreaming of you tonight . . . . . . sexy, hot dreams. Dream of me too. * * * * * * * * * * Baby Dee, you look so wonderful! I've had a boner all day, thinking about you. Liz . . . Miss Robinson . . . noticed. She saw me in the faculty lounge, smiled slightly and winked discretely. I can't hide anything from her. We were lovers until she took up with Brenda Johnson, the art teacher at McCormick. Don't worry, she won't say anything, not even to Brenda. Stand still for a moment. I want to admire you. Your cheerleader blouse is so tight! It's molded to your breasts like skin. You must be wearing a push-up bra today. I can see your nipples through the cloth. I'd have noticed if you were showing them like that on the field. Now, turn around slowly. I love your super short skirt. Of course, Coach wants to fuck you, just like everyone else in school! Your butt is so tight and muscular and your legs are so long and beautiful. Bend over. God, you're so hot! I'm almost ready to cum without even touching you. Did you feel how wet my briefs were while we were cuddling yesterday? I creamed my shorts while you were cumming all over my face. I didn't want to wash your juices off my face, but I had to keep up appearances. I wore my sticky shorts home with my cock hard the whole way. I got out last year's annual with the big picture of you in your cheerleader uniform and rubbed my cock through my briefs until I came again. I can hardly believe that you've chosen to give your virginity to me. I'm the luckiest man in the world! I promise I'll make it as special as you deserve. How did you know I love garter belts and thigh-high stockings? Spread your legs a little wider and lift your skirt. The sight of your purple crotchless panties is getting me so turned on I could almost cum without touching my cock. You're already wet. I can see your juices from here. They're flowing down your legs and getting the tops of your stockings wet. I can even smell you, the wonderful hot musk of an excited woman. Come into my arms and kiss me now. I can't wait another second. It's so good holding you close, stroking your hair and running my hands all over your body. Oh! The way you grind your crotch against my stiff dick. I can barely resist bending you over my desk and fucking your sweet hot pussy right now! Sure, I'd love to strip for you. First my shoes and socks. There's no way to take them off gracefully and I like going barefoot, anyway. Now my tie. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I'm glad you like my chest so much. It makes going to the gym worthwhile. Remove the shirt and reach for my belt. Unfasten my belt and slacks, pausing with my fingers on the zipper. "Take it off, Baby," you growl softly, like a lioness. Only the briefs remain, my cock straining against the fabric, its head peeking out of the elastic band. Savoring the lust in your eyes, I pull the briefs down and step away, leaving them on the carpet. "Oh God Mr. James!" you whisper. "Your bare cock is so beautiful. You're so beautiful! You're my ravishing cheerleader Baby. I wish I could have seen you finger-fucking yourself in the dressing room. Sit in my chair and show me just what you did. Were you wearing the garter belt and stockings? Sweet Baby, you dressed up to go shopping for me! Leave the panties on. The pre-cum flows from my tip, running down my cock and balls as I watch you lift your top and play with your already-swollen nipples. I'm not touching myself, but I almost cum when you lift your right breast and lower your head, catching your nipple between your lips. "Baby Dee, that's amazing," I gasp as you suck your other nipple. You look up at me wild-eyed. "Ready to fuck me?" I'm sweating and don't seem to be getting enough air. I could be inside you in five seconds. It takes all my strength to resist. "No. Not until we can do it in a bed and spend a whole night together. Show me what else you did," I whisper hoarsely. You lean back in the chair with your eyes almost closed, pulling your skirt up around your waist. "I love you Mr. James," you say almost inaudibly, spreading your legs wide and running your fingers slowly around your open pussy. "Fuck me now!" You drive two fingers into your wet cunt, fucking yourself while you stimulate your clit with your remaining fingers. Your other hand plays with your bare breasts. You softly moan and thrash in the chair. "Mr. James, you're making me cum!" You lose control and I press my mouth against yours to muffle your screams. Finally spent, you collapse in the chair. I move behind you and softly stroke your hair and face. You're such a sexy Baby! I haven't actually ejaculated, but I feel like I came with you. * * * * * * * * * * I didn't know you and Miss Robinson used to be lovers. I don't understand how she could give you up for Ms. Johnson. You are so hot and sexy, I can't resist thinking of you with that boner. I'm glad she won't tell on us. I know Coach wants me too. I've seen the bulge in his shorts every time we have practice and I do cartwheels. He's kind of sexy, but I think you are so much hotter. I can't believe you came in your shorts. That's such a waste! I'm glad you liked that picture of me in the annual though. I was thinking of you while they were taking it, and my pussy was so wet I thought they would see the juice dripping down my legs. I was almost as wet as I am right now, modeling my uniform for you. You get me so hot, thinking of you watching me on the field. I'm glad you like the panties. I've been dripping all day, waiting to show them to you. OH yeah, kiss me like that. Your mouth feels so good on mine . . . and all over me. I love the way you hold and caress me. MMmmm, Mr. James, your cock feels so good and hard against my pussy. I can't wait until we can be together and spend the night making love. The State football championship trip is coming up next week. You are going to be a chaperone, right? I'm going to have a room to myself. Dean Johnson and the coach arranged it. They said they want their star cheerleader to be comfortable. I think they're planning to try to get into my pants, even though I saw them kissing and stroking each other in the Dean's office yesterday when I went to hand in my permission slip. Their tongues were in each other's mouths, and the coach was moaning, "Oh, Harold, your hard cock feels so good against mine!" The Dean was panting as he humped the coach. They didn't see me. I got so horny I had to go into the locker room and finger my pussy, but I thought of you when I was cumming. Oh, Mr. James, your body is so gorgeous! I love seeing you naked with your stiff cock poking out. I want to cum for you again. Yes, I wore the garter belt and stockings. I always wear them now. They make me think of you. You like watching me lick my nipples? It feels almost as good as when you bury your head between my breasts. Lick my nipples now. See how hard they are for you? Yes, that's the way . . . lick and suck on my breasts before I cum for you. Mr. James! I love you so much! Let me show you how I want you to make me cum. Oh, god that feels so good. I love fucking myself with my fingers. Watch me. I'm going to cum for you, my big sexy stud. Ohhhhhhhhhh Mr., James, I'm cummingggggggggggggggg . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . mmmmmm yes that's it . . . . . . oh I'm cummmingggggggg all over your chair. Kiss me so I don't scream too loud. MMMM yes that's the way. Did I get you hot talking about the coach and Dean Johnson humping? I knew you were bisexual, but I don't care. I want you to fuck me when we go on the trip. We can be alone and make hot, passionate love in my room all night. I'm so glad I make you feel like you came . . . .oh, Mr. James! You did cum! Look at my breasts. You shot your cum all over my neck and my breasts when you were kissing me. I was so wet I didn't even feel it. Rub your cum into me. I want to take it home. No, I don't want to wash it off. I want to smell you on me all night tonight. Kiss me again before I go. Goodnight, Mr. James, I'll see you tomorrow right after the early practice. I love you. * * * * * * * * * * Hold it, Baby Dee. You're not leaving that quickly. I want another kiss from my lusty cheerleader baby. MMMmmmm. That's good. Let me hold you for another minute. Liz and I still get together every now and then. Brenda doesn't mind, she understands that Liz needs a cock occasionally. The three of us were even together, once. Brenda was curious about guys. The last time Liz and I did it was after the Spring Formal. She'd spiked the punch bowl . . . yeah, she was the one! Afterwards, we came back to my office. That time, she wanted it up the . . . I'll tell you later. I didn't know about Coach Spooner and Dean Johnson, but last year I saw Coach butt-fucking Paul Weller, the senior quarterback. I went to see Coach after practice and heard noises from his office. The door was open and I looked around the corner. Paul was playing tight end that night. Coach had him bent over his desk and was fucking the hell out of him. I pulled my cock out of my pants and jacked off while watching them. I came first, then slipped off while they were finishing up. Coach has five kids and wants to fuck the hell out of you, but he's mostly into guys. A while back, I saw him at the baths in Central City. I ducked out before he could see me, but the doorman told me he was there every week. I'll make sure Coach and Dean don't try to mess with you on the trip. Don't worry Babe, I'm never going to waste my cum on shorts again. I couldn't help spraying you while you were cumming in my chair. I'm going to lick the seat clean before I go home. Love Lessons Ch. 01 Ana sighed and stared at the clock impatiently. She twirled her glossy brown hair around a finger absentmindedly as the teacher droned at the whiteboard. Come onnnn....one more period... Ana was your typical A student. Friendly but lacking social skills, she scared most people away from conversation the second she opened her mouth. Adults were the only people she really managed to get along with, and that was because she impressed them with her matureness. Ana sighed. At least in college, she might find someone who understood her. For all eighteen years of her life, Ana had been boyfriendless. She shook her head violently. No. Don't think about that. You can have a boyfriend in college. Right now, you need to concentrate on getting A's. Ana's parents refused to pay for college, and so if she was to have any hope at an Ivy League, Ana needed a scholarship. Her heart was particularly set on Cornell University. It marketed a refreshingly crisp atmosphere to study in, and the green grass mixed with the blue skies on the poster in her room was her lullaby each night. The image of a perfect college life was what propelled her through this drab high school life. So many people had told her, "The best years of your life are in high school!" So far, she felt that high school was merely work, gathering credits. College was where she would prove herself. BRRRRRRINNNNNNNGGGG! Screaming shrilly, the bell rang, marking the end of seventh period. Ana scooped up her books and quick strode through the hallways. Swerving left and right, she Her long brown hair swung behind her, running in the air to catch up with the rest of her body. With her long, lean legs and perfect hourglass figure, complete with a C-cup chest, people always told her, "You could be a model!" Yeah, right. If she could be a model, then why was she stuck here, boyfriendless, in a miniscule town far away from any opportunity? She forced the boyfriend thought out of her head. Forget it. Move on. She stopped suddenly. Stuck in though, Ana had completely overshot her class by several feet. Ana sighed for the third time. Why am I a complete ditz? she wondered, mildly annoyed. As she thought this, she suddenly smacked into another person. Ow. Perhaps it was the fact that she had bumped her head or the fact that she was tired from studying all night long. Either way, she passed out. The last thing she pondered before losing consciousness was that the person she bumped into seemed to be wearing an awful lot of Axe deodorant. Running. That was all she knew. Spinning, the world psychedelically laughed at her, ate her up, than spit her back up. Ana woke up, and vomited all over herself. In shock, she froze, sitting up in one of the School Nurse's beds, hands trembling, trying not to look at the puddle in her lap. The nurse came over and inspected Ana, trying to figure out where on earth to begin. Officially breaking down, Ana burst into tears. "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed "I didn't mean to! Really!" Suddenly she was like a little girl again who had made a mistake, and was trying desperately to account for it. "How's my student feeling?" An unfamiliar English-accented voice floated over from the doorway, and room filled with the scent of Axe deodorant. Looking around hysterically, Ana stared at the owner of that voice. Standing tall at at least 6'2'', he towered over the barely 5'' nurse. "You're..not my teacher..not Mr. Krisner.." wobbled her voice. She couldn't get a good look at him, as tears were flowing out of her eyes like a furious river. Wiping ferociously at her eyes, Ana managed to finally get a good glimpse of her..teacher? He seemed barely 24, fresh out of college. Eagerness and excitement reflected in his eyes, unlike so many of the teachers in her school whose eyes had dulled with the unfairness of life. And then there was that slick English accent. His eyes met hers, and she noted they were not quite brown, but not quite green...a peculiar hazel. Ana realized she was staring and quickly looked down. Big mistake. She turned her head quickly to the side, trying to avoid the nausea. "You're right." He spoke again with that smooth accent she was so unaccustomed to hearing. "I'm not your teacher. Or at least, I wasn't until today. Mr. Krisner, regretfully, has had a heart attack, and will be in the hospital for the rest of the year. I, Mr. James Smith, will be your new teacher." Ana looked at him suspiciously. The nurse interrupted. "I'm going to call your mother, Ana. She needs to pick you up so that this doesn't spread. I'll have her bring some extra clothes as well." With that, she left, striding quickly into her office. Ana stared at the man, studying him. He stared back, shrinking a little under her gaze. She seemed to be looking through him, and suddenly he felt bare. "You look like you've just finished college to me...if I were you, I'd be careful," she warned. James stiffened. How did she know he was new..? "Your eyes," elaborated Ana. She flushed red, and turned away. Wow, that sounded completely creepy. Nice job at a first impression, Ana. "Anyway, the kids in this school are rich and stuck-up. Don't let them know this is your first teaching position, or they'll never listen to a word you say." She then glamorously turned to the side and vomited again. Repulsed, she sobbed, "Oh gross!" James immediately busied himself with finding his handkerchief. Ignoring the vomit, he leaned over and wiped off her mouth gently. "Keep the handkerchief," he winked at her. Ana giggled through her tears, flashing a radiant smile at him. Immediately, James felt his heart jump, but ignored it. He couldn't be attracted to this girl. She was his student, and despite being drop-dead gorgeous, she was off limits. Or so he told himself. Deep down, he found himself becoming unconsciously attracted to her. Whether she realized it or not, Ana was definitely one foxy chick. Love Lessons Ch. 01 One more kiss . . . yeah! God, I want to fuck you right now! I can hardly wait until tomorrow. I love you too. * * * * * * * * * * Hi, Mr. James. I can't stay long today because I have to pack for the trip. Are you ready to be with me once we get to Dallas? I can't wait until we can spend the whole night making love. Kiss me like you did yesterday. MMMm that feels good. I've been thinking about you all the time. I can't wait until your beautiful cock is inside me. I know the Coach fucked Paul last year. The football players have all fucked the Coach at one time or another. I don't know how he got it up for his wife often enough to make all those kids. Last spring, after practice, the coach called a special strategy session for the players. I forgot my gym bag and went back to get it. When I passed the boys' locker room, the door was open a bit, and I heard loud noises. I went to see what was going on. All the first string players, Coach Spooner and Kurt Smith, the trainer, were naked. The defensive players were fucking the offense. The Coach had his cock in the Mr. Smith's mouth and he was groaning louder than anyone. I watched for a few minutes, fingering my pussy, and then the Coach yelled "Touchdown!" and came in Mr. Smith's mouth. At the same time, Paul Weller and the other offensive players started screaming and they all shot their loads on the floor as the defense pulled out and came on their butts. It was so hot I had to go home and masturbate again, although I came with all the guys too. Mr. James, your cock is so hard! Did I get you hot with that story? Come here and let me undress you. I want you to cum in my mouth tonight. No, that's okay, don't try to get me hot. Just sit down in your chair and let me take care of you. I know we can't fuck yet, but I want this to make you feel good. Oh, yeah, let me kiss you all over your body. Your nipples are so hard. I know you like it when I suck them. Mmmm, your body feels so good. Lean back and close your eyes while I lick my way down. Does that feel good? Your moans make me think it does . . . mmm your cock is so hard, baby . . . let me take care of it . . . Oh, Mr. James! I love sucking your stiff cock. Your balls taste so good too. Let me do all the work. Oh, yes, I love sucking you. That's right, just stroke my hair like that. Do you like this? I want to finger-fuck your ass while I suck you off today. Come here and lean over the desk. I'll sit in your chair. Oh, it's all wet with your precum! I want to lick it off the seat before I sit down. Okay, now face me. Let me wet my fingers. Oh, yeah, your asshole is so tight. Uhhh, yes . . . oh, I love fucking your ass. You haven't had a man in a while, have you? Mmm, yes . . . I can feel your balls tightening . . . yes, cum in my mouth . . . mmmmmmmmm that's it . . . oh your cum is so sweet. Let me lick all the cum off. I want to taste your ass too . . . Turn around . . . mmmmmmm that tastes good too. Oh, god you came so hard! I have your cum all over my mouth. Come here and kiss me. Hold me close for a few minutes. I want to feel you next to me. My pussy is so wet. I came just from sucking you and fucking your ass. When we go on the trip, after we make love for the first time, maybe we can get someone else to join in. I've had a crush on Mr. Smith for so long. I used to tell him my ankle hurt after practice just so he could check it out. I know he is bisexual, since I saw him sucking off the coach. and I have seen him around the baths too. I saw him looking at you at the last assembly. He couldn't stop looking at your crotch and ass. He had a bulge in his pants too. I know he wants both of us. Let's see if we can seduce him. Okay, Mr. James, I have to go now. I'm glad I got you off so nicely. You are such a sexy stud. I love you, and I'll see you on the bus when we leave for the trip. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James and Diane (cuddlydbear). All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. Love Lessons Ch. 02 * * * * * * * * * * Written by Diane (cuddlydbear) and Ken James * * * * * * * * * * Hi Baby. I'm sure glad everyone's settled down. I doubt if any one is going to sleep soon, but they'll stay in their rooms. This is a pretty randy crew, especially the chaperones. Remember Mrs. Garcia having her baby three months ago? Her husband wasn't the father. It was either Jeff Barnes or Rich Howard. They got her pregnant in a three-way at State Championship last year. Maria told me all about it while we were making love. That was such a long bus ride. It was hard being crowded in with all those people when I just wanted to be alone with you. I'm so glad we're staying here tomorrow night, rather than going right home. We can see about seducing Mr. Smith then. It shouldn't be hard. I know Kurt's had the hots for both of us for a long time. Tonight, I want you all to myself. Don't worry about Coach Spooner. He's going to be busy. I told three of the players he needed some special attention. They're already in his room. Right before I came here, I tipped off Dean Johnson that something was happening in Coach's room. That should keep everybody busy all night. I hope the players save some energy for the game. You feel so good in my arms. I love the sensation of our bodies pressing together. Yeah, I'll stop talking and kiss you. MMmmm! You're such a hot baby! I'm glad you're wearing your uniform. You look so good in that super-short skirt and tight top, especially since you're not wearing a bra. When you walked out of the restaurant right ahead of me working that tight butt and making your tits bounce, it was all I could do to keep my hands off you. I didn't want to let you go yesterday. It's amazing that you'd never sucked a cock before. You really made me cum. I almost came again while you were licking my asshole. Would you believe I'm nervous. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I'm going to eat you right now. You're so hot and wet I can smell your juices. I know you're wearing the crotchless panties. I couldn't believe the way you flashed me in the restaurant. Half the boys saw you. What? You want it right now. Up against the wall, with you wearing your uniform and me in my slacks and sport shirt? Sure. There'll be plenty of time to use the bed later. I'll get a condom out of my pocket. * * * * * * * * * * Mr. James, I want you so much. You don't have to use a condom. I got birth control pills a few months ago, because I wanted to be ready if you ever wanted to make love to me. It's safe now. Kiss me while we open our clothes. I want your cock inside me right now! Oh, that's it . . . you feel how wet my panties are? I'll pull them down. It excites me to know you've been with so many of my other teachers. I always thought the teachers in our school were hot and exciting, even the women. I think Mrs. Garcia is very pretty. I didn't know she fucked Jeff and Rich. They have always been part of the team and fucked the other players a couple of times. I know that Coach Spooner fucked both of them at the same time last year after Homecoming. Paul told me. He was upset that he didn't get fucked by them that night. He wanted to fuck me in my uniform, but I wouldn't let him touch me. I said I wanted to wait until I fell in love with someone. I didn't tell him I was waiting for you. OH, Mr. James! Your cock is so beautiful. I want it inside me. Push me up against the door and put it inside. Let's do this slow. Oh, yes, I love that. Rub the head against my clit. Baby, that feels so good. I can feel your precum running down the shaft. Put it inside me a little, just the head. Yes, fondle my tits while you enter me. My nipples are so hard. Kiss them through my blouse. I want to keep it on while we fuck. OH GOD! OH, Mr. James! I'm going to cum with the head of your cock inside me! It feels so hot! Put more of it in . . . and more . . . yes, fill me up with your cock. That's right, push it in. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I'm so wet from being with you. Oh, that feels good. It's all the way in! Fuck me now . . . fuck me hard, baby. Oh OH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes Mr. James! Make me your woman. I love you . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . OHHHHHH I'm Cummmmmingggggggggggggggggg.....oh. cum with me Mr. James . . . shoot your load inside my pussy.....cum for me..........that's it.........oh your cum feels so good..........ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mr. James . . . I love you . . . hold me close and kiss me. That was wonderful. I want to fuck you again and again. You made my first time so great. I'm glad I waited to give you my virginity. Let's go lie on the bed and kiss and cuddle for a while before we make love again. I want to hold you and feel your body next to me. That's right, lie down here. Hold me close. Oh, Mr. James. I love the way you feel. I want to stay here in your arms all night. We can make love again soon. Tomorrow, after the game, we can celebrate with Mr. Smith, and all have fun together. We'll leave the Coach to the Dean and his players. I just want you and Mr. Smith, but tonight I want to be yours completely. MMMMM yes, kiss me like that. You're getting me wet again, and I can feel how hard you are. Let's take off our clothes and shower together. I still have blood on my thighs from your making love to me. After the shower, we can lie down and make love again. I want you to eat me, and I want to suck your beautiful cock and have you cum in my mouth. That shower felt so good. I love being all clean and fresh for you, like a baby. I'm your baby, aren't I? Kiss me and cuddle me in your arms. Oh, Mr. James, you're already hard again! Wow, that didn't take long. I'm glad I turn you on as much as you turn me on. Feel how wet my pussy is. Oh, you'd rather taste it? Go ahead. I love it when you eat me. Yes, that's right . . . eat your baby girl.....lick and suck on my clit. OH my god . . . yes that way . . . ohhhhhhhhhh Mr. James . . . Ken . . . Ken . . . oh god . . . you don't mind my using your first name when we're alone, do you? I promise I won't do that at school but we're so close here. Ken . . . lick me . . . yes put your tongue in me.......ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby I'm going to cum again . . . UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I'M CUMMMMIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG SO HARD! OH KEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Oh, god, that was wonderful. Let me take care of you now. I want to suck you off and make you cum. What's that? You'd rather fuck me again? Okay, but let me taste that beautiful cock and balls just for a minute. MMmmm, you taste so good. I love the way your precum runs out of the tip. Your balls feel good in my mouth. Stroke my hair like that. That's it, moan for me. I love hearing you get excited. Your cock is so hard. Okay, I know you want to fuck me now. I'm ready for you. My pussy is so wet. Let's do it doggie style. I want you to fuck me hard this time. Shove that beautiful cock inside me. Oh yes, Ken, yes! Fuck me baby . . . fuck me . . . oh, yeah, play with my clit while you pound me with that hard cock. Oh, god I'm going to cum again. Your cock is so hard inside me! Cum with me baby! Cum all over me . . . ohhhhhhhhhh your cock is shooting inside my pussy! Oh YES! Fuck me harder while you shoot your big load! Push that cum all the way up inside me! OHHHHHHHHHHH . . . That was incredible. I guess we should get some sleep. The halls are very quiet and we have to be up early for practice before the game. Don't leave yet. I want to sleep in your arms all night. We'll set the alarm for 5 am so you can get back to your room before anyone is awake. I would never get you in trouble. Good night, Ken. I love you. * * * * * * * * * * Hi Baby. MMMmmm! It's so great kissing and holding you. You can always call me Ken when we're alone, but it's exciting when you call me Mr. James while we're making out. It was so great waking up this morning with my Baby Dee! We must have been dreaming about each other because I was hard and you were already wet. I took you into the bathroom and bent you over the counter so you could see your face while I fucked you from behind. You're beautiful all the time, but you look like an angel when you cum. I was hard all day from remembering all the ways we made love last night. I'm so lucky you gave me your virginity! Hot little wench, don't unzip me yet! I want you just as badly as you want me, but I've got some things to tell you. That was such and exciting game, back and fourth all the way. I never thought we'd win by getting that field goal in the last second. Half the team is bedded down with Coach Spooner and Dean Johnson. The other boys are having an orgy with the cheerleaders. I had to call their room and tell them to hold the noise down. Two of the cheerleaders - the twins - went off with the girls' track coach. I saw Mr. Smith going into the men's room after supper. I followed him in and stood at the urinal beside his. Kurt stared at my cock and started getting hard. I told him I wanted to play with him tonight after things settled down. Then I left quickly so he could get his erection under control before someone came in and saw him. Kiss me again. Yeah, your body feels so good. I love the way your tits feel pressing against my chest while I caress your ass, pulling your crotch against mine. Yeah Baby, grind it! No, that's enough. I don't want to cum in my shorts. Ready for Mr. Smith? I'm feeling selfish and don't want to share you, but I know how much you want this. I'm going to call him. "Hi Kurt . . . Yeah, me too . . . Look, something's come up . . . No, it's not like that. Dee, ur Diane hurt her ankle again . . . No, I don't think it's too bad . . . I'm in her room. Could you come here . . . Good . . . Yeah, definitely. We'll do that afterwards. See you in a minute." I hope we don't have any girls get pregnant tonight. We've certainly been emphasizing safe sex at school. Last year, Mrs. Garcia wanted to get pregnant. Her husband Joe had a vasectomy after two kids with his first wife. He was so happy to have a baby and didn't care that he wasn't the father. Maria is so horny. Joe told me she wanted to fuck on the way to the hospital. I had sex with them when she was in her seventh month. Joe and I took turns fucking her. We had to be a little careful about positions, but she never wanted to stop. She finally had Joe lie on the bed and spiked herself on his cock. Your panties are sure wet. Kurt better get here soon or we're not going to answer the door. Anyway, while Maria was on top of Joe getting her pussy fucked, I greased my stiff prick and moved behind her. "Yeah Ken Doll," she growled, "you know what I want. Fuck my ass hard while I ride my husband's big beautiful cock." It felt so good driving between her buttocks, feeling Joe's cock moving in time with mine through that thin layer of Maria's flesh, listening to her scream as she came over and over, finally shooting a big hot load up her asshole while Joe came in her cunt. Did that get you hot Baby Dee? I knew it would. It's great being your teacher. I'm going to teach you a lot of things outside of class. I'm learning from you, too. I love you so much! You sure liked me playing with your asshole while I was fucking you in the bathroom this morning. Have you ever . . . There's the door. Button your blouse and straighten your skirt. You need to be presentable for Mr. Smith. "Hi Kurt," I say. "Come on in. Diane sure looks sexy tonight in her clinging translucent blouse with no bra and that tight short skirt, doesn't she? Walk for us, Diane. Swing your hips and work that beautiful muscular butt. Gets you hard, doesn't it, Kurt?" "Ken, what's going on here?" Kurt asks, trying to pretend he hasn't already developed a spectacular bulge in his pants. "Come on Kurt," I answer. "We know you have the hots for Diane. I've seen you getting a hard-on every time you watch her on the field. She's really got wet panties for you, too. Show him, Diane." You grab his hand and put it up your skirt. His eyes widen as he feels the dampness between your legs. "This isn't right," Kurt protests, although he can't stop staring at your hard nipples. "Diane and I know about you and the boys on the football team," I say, placing my hand on his crotch. "You were sleeping with Jordan Goodall last year, too. I was dating her big sister Karen and she told me all about it." "Now Diane and I both want to fuck you," I continue. You kiss him passionately, open mouthed, while pressing your breasts against his chest and rubbing your crotch against his. He grips your buttocks, moaning with excitement. When you finally pull away, Kurt's penis is visibly throbbing and he's breathing hard. I take your place, kissing him with the same intensity as you. "We know you want us, too. What are we going to do?" * * * * * * * * * * Mr. Smith, don't be so surprised! I know you want me, and Mr. James and I planned this night so it would be special for all of us. You don't have to worry. This will be our secret. Kiss Mr. James again, then come here to me. We'll take good care of you. MMMM that's the way! I love watching you two kiss. Oh, Mr. Smith! You're such a good kisser. I want you to hold me like Mr. James does. Yes, press yourself against me. Not too hard, I don't want any of us to cum yet. We have all night. Come here, Mr. James. I want to feel both of you touching my breasts and fondling my legs. You are both so hot. Mr. James and I have been waiting to be alone, and last night he got me so hot with his stories after taking my virginity. Today, before we called you, he got me so ready telling me more of his adventures. I want to hear about yours too. I know you sucked the coach off a few times, and I saw you at the baths in town once. It's okay. All of us like to have a lot of partners. You know that Mr. James is bisexual too, don't you? He says you always stare at him. I like looking at all my teachers, but you two are the hottest. Let's lie down on the bed. There's room for all of us if we stay close together. No, don't undress yet. I want to cuddle and kiss and fondle both of you some more. Oh, yeah, you both feel so hot! Mr. James, you made me so wet when you told me that the twins went off with Mrs. Berger. I know she has played with a lot of the girls. When the twins and I made love last year, during a cheerleading competition, we talked about which of our teachers we wanted to go to bed with. Your name was first, then Mr. Smith, and they told me about fucking Mrs. Berger with a strap-on dildo. I got so hot that I went to Mrs. Berger after track practice one day and told her I needed some help learning stretching exercises. She stretched my muscles all right, especially the ones in my mouth and tongue, my breasts and pussy. We ate each other out for about an hour in her office. She had me screaming with pleasure, almost as much as you do. After that, I have made love with almost all the cheerleaders. It was so exciting, and I could still save my virginity for you. I'm so glad I waited to give it to you. You made my first time the best. Oh, Mr. Smith! I didn't mean to leave you out! Let's all get more comfortable. Mr. James, help me undress Mr. Smith and then we'll take your clothes off. Wow, Mr. Smith . . . you have such a beautiful body. Look at Mr. James. His cock is so hard . . . I know he wants both of us to kiss and caress him all over. You start at his feet and I'll take his mouth. MMMMMMM Mr. James . . . Ken . . . I love kissing you. Let me suck your nipples while Mr. Smith kisses your legs. You love that, don't you, baby? Yes, fondle him too. Oh, Mr. James! You want to play with my tits? Yes, take off my shirt and suck on my nipples while Mr. Smith plays with your stiff cock. Feels good doesn't it. We have to give Mr. Smith some loving now. Lie down between us, Mr. Smith. Let me caress your cock while you kiss Mr. James. Yes, put your tongue in his mouth. Oh, You're both so hard! You're both making me so wet. Reach under my skirt. Feel how wet I am? I came while you were both playing with me. Let's take my skirt off too. I want to be naked with you. That's the way. Now we can really have some fun. Mr. James, you were asking me if I ever had anyone play with my asshole? No, only you while you were fucking me in the bathroom this morning. I love watching you fuck me like that. You got me so hot telling me about fucking Mrs. Garcia's asshole while she was pregnant. Her husband is a real hottie too. Since he had the vasectomy, all the senior girls want to fuck him every time he picks her up from school, because they know he can't get them pregnant. One day, we were having practice and he was parked right behind the field. We walked off the field right behind his car, and saw him getting a blow job from Jordan Goodall. She was waiting for you, Mr. Smith, but I guess she was too horny to stop. You knew about that? Oh, you went to the car and told him his wife would be late and both of you fucked Jordan in the back of the van? Wish I could have been there to watch. Let's get comfortable here on the bed. I want to have one of you on each side of me. That's right. Take me in your arms, both of you, so we can all be very close. Let's not rush. We have all night. * * * * * * * * * * Kurt and I lie still for a moment, just staring at your beautiful face and magnificent body. Then, moving as one, we begin kissing you, starting at your forehead, planting soft butterfly kisses on you closed eyelids, moving to your nose and cheeks, down to your throat. We pause briefly and kiss each other open-mouthed. You're looking up at us, wide-eyed. Kurt gives you a long deep kiss. Afterwards, I kiss you, just as long and hard. You moan as we put our hands and mouths on your breasts. "This is heaven," you gasp. "I haven't had both nipples sucked since I made love with the twins last year. That was wonderful, but having my two dream men doing it is so much better!" What a hot baby you are! You're cumming already! You spread your legs wide, giving Kurt and me access to your inner thighs. I stick a pillow under your buttocks. Your juices are soaking the bedding as he presses his face against your burning core. You pinch and twist your swollen nipples roughly. With Kurt tongue-fucking your hot wet snatch and me sucking your clit, you cum explosively, screaming and bucking so hard I have to use all my weight to keep you from flinging yourself off the bed. "Say 'hello' to the nice house detective," Kurt whispers roughly when you've finally spent yourself. "Was I really that loud?" you ask dreamily. "Don't worry," I answer. "This is a good hotel and the walls are soundproofed. It's not like we're the only people making noise tonight, anyway." "This is a dream come true," you say. "Making love with my two favorite teachers. Now I need a good hard fuck. Who's first?" "Go ahead, Kurt," I say. "You've never had Dee's sweet pussy." He stands up, grinning widely, and looks around the room. "Where are the condoms?" he asks. "Don't worry, Mr. . . . Kurt," you answer. "I'm on birth control pills." He stands still for a moment, gazing at you with the lust blazing in his eyes. I'm a big man, but his cock is a full inch longer and much thicker than mine. He positions himself between your legs. You scream softly as he takes you with one long slow slide. "OOOhhhhh! My! Goooooddddd!" I kneel behind your head, stroking your hair and caressing your face. Kurt fucks you slowly, making it last. "Sit on my face, Baby," you command. I lean forward to kiss Kurt as you lick and suck my balls, eventually taking them both in your mouth. Kurt's fucking you faster. I turn around and press my stiff prick against your lips. You suck it eagerly, alternating between stroking my cock head with your hot wet tongue and taking my whole shaft down your throat. I want to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face as violently as Kurt is fucking your cunt, until wave after wave of hot cum bursts from my straining dick and floods your throat. Love Lessons Ch. 02 A full two days had passed before Ana could finally go back to school. She hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, but Mr. Smith was cute...very very cute, and suddenly, Ana was looking forward to the prospect of another school day. It was weird. Before meeting him, she had detested the absolute idea of school. Now it wasn't so bad after all! The first two periods dragged their tails in the muddy ground. Having Mr. Smith last period increased Ana's impatience with each passing moment. She caught herself third period. I can't afford to be daydreaming about a teacher, no matter how cute he is or how sexy his accent is, she reminded herself, finally buckling down and paying attention in class. By fifth period Ana was in full study mode, organizing her notes and finishing homework with pinpoint precision. Homework was for school. Studying was for home. This system worked with perfect results for Ana, but it required intense worth ethic each day in school. AP classes weren't called "Advanced Placement" for nothing. By the time seventh period rolled around, Ana's hair had wilted in a glossy brown puddle of frizz and her cheeks were flushed from stress. Ana had washed the handkerchief twice and ironed it to perfection when she presented it to Mr. Smith before class. She smiled at him, a little shyly. "Here's your handkerchief, Mr. Smith." She flashed him an extra wide smile, hoping to cover up her thumping heart. James turned around from his computer and gawped. Ana, the pale-faced sick girl from Monday, had been transformed into a gorgeous sex kitten. Her hair, with little frizzy tendrils from the heat and flushed cheeks reminded him of someone just stepping out of a passionate quickie. Ana hoped there wasn't spinach left in her teeth from lunch. Mr. Smith was staring a lot at her face, and her smile wobbled a little. James shook his head suddenly like a mad dog and looked at the ground, trying to regain a little amount of composure. Speaking to the floor, he replied, "I thought I said you could keep the handkerchief." He pulled his eyes off the crack in the cheap plastic tiling to wink at her. The effect on her was profound. All he did was open his mouth with that lovely rich accent spilling out. All he did was close one eye and open it, but Ana immediately flushed pink. "I'll just keep it then." she muttered, and shuffled away awkwardly. Right now she hated herself for not thinking up something witty. Why did she have so much trouble talking to him? Why did he make her feel so self-conscious, so...out of control? I'm not sure if I like this, she thought. Ana tried to calm down, opening her notes and doodling before the bell rang. It was no use. As the students filed in, her face turned redder and redder until Ana was sure she must look like a tomato. James wondered if he'd stepped over the line by winking at her. She refused to meet his eyes the entire class, and when he'd called on her for answers, she'd mumbled to her desk. The people around her ended up repeating her answers for her. He hoped he hadn't freaked her out. James Smith definitely wanted to get to know Ana more. While the class worked on a mini lab assignment, James logged onto Ana's grade system. Checking her classes, his eyes bugged out. Four AP classes? He moved to her averages, and his jaw dropped. Straight A's. Impossible, yet here it was before his very eyes. Damn. He checked again, just to make sure his eyes weren't failing him. Ana...was this country's future. With brains like that, she deserved to go to Princeton and lead the world. He felt guilty. Even as a college graduate, she was out of his league. James had breezed through life as the son of a rich English family. Girls, money, he'd had it all, until his parents died in a car accident when he was 17. And according to their will, he was not to inherit the money until he was at least 25 or older and happily married. So James was shipped off to America to live with his uncle. He never lost his British accent, despite being bullied for it nonstop. Surviving in America had hardened him. No longer the playboy, James had not been in a serious relationship since his parents died. That's not to say he hadn't been tempted. Women seemed to throw themselves at him, but they were all just looking to use him. He could tell with one look at their heavily make-up'd faces and long fake nails. But Ana was different. She was younger, purer, natural, gorgeous and smart. All the qualities he admired in a girl. James stopped himself. What the hell am I doing? He felt like smacking himself. She's a goddamn high school student, MY student, and here I am, getting off on her. I'm completely and absolutely pathetic. For now, James could control himself. But for how long, he didn't know. Ana had finished her lab assignment and was now doodling again. Secretly staring at James, she studied the curve of his chin and lips, the soft texture of his hair, then reciprocated it onto the paper. Deep down, Ana wanted to be an artist. She loved art and had a natural gift for drawing, but her parents scorned it. To them, a starving artist was not a profession admirable. And so Ana had given up all hopes of ever having a creative future. "I'm collecting your reports now," announced James. Ana stared down at her assignment. Shit. She had doodled on the side of it, a perfect portrait of James. Frantically, she grabbed an eraser from her bag, but James had already taken her paper. Her eyes widened with embarrassment, and she studied his expression, scared, and just a tad hopeful. Up and down went his eyebrows, and she saw his eyes widen. His eyes met hers, and she immediately stared at the desk. "Ana Herz, I will be seeing you after class today." Shrinking in her seat, Ana wished she could disappear. How embarrassing! She had NEVER been asked to stay after class, at least, for something bad like this. How could I do something so stupid? she wondered wildly. What if this goes on my permanent record? Oh no.... James sighed. They were alone, but he tried not to think about that. Concentrate on the issue at hand, concentrate James. He held up her paper. "Why would you ruin a perfectly good paper with a drawing like this?" he asked. Ana bit her lip, trying not to burst into tears. "I'm s-sorry s-sir, it won't h-happen again." Goddamn. He'd scared her. He was the lowest of the low, the scum on the bottom of a pond. Sighing, he put his face in his hand. "I'm not upset." He faced her again. "This is a lovely drawing but..." Ana bursted into tears. "I'm so sorry! Really! I swear I'll n-never e-ever d-do it ag-gain!" Sobs racked her entire body. James freaked when he saw her cry. Without even thinking, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her thin frame. She was so strong, taking on so many classes, yet so fragile from stress. It made him want to hold her and never let go. He bent down, whispering in her ear, "Shhhhh. It's all going to be ok. I'm not upset. It's a gorgeous drawing. I'm honored." Tears streaming down her face, Ana just kept on crying. He smelled like too much Axe, assaulting her senses. And his hot breath on her ear caused her entire body to tingle with attraction. Their relationship was one of teacher and student. But all that changed that day, when, alone in the classroom, James kissed her. Love Lessons Ch. 02 Now Kurt is hammering you. Every impact shakes the bed. Air whistles loudly through your nostrils. Your eyes are wild and you seem to be suffocating. I pull my cock, rock hard and gleaming with my pre-cum and your saliva, from your mouth. You suck air greedily. "God oh God oh God oh God!!" you scream as your back arches. "Fuck me, Mr. Smith . . . I'm CUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" Kurt screams as he slams his body against yours. He's cumming too! His driving cock slips out of your pussy, sending a pulse of semen arcing over your belly and striking between your breasts. He stuffs himself back into your cunt and continues cumming and cumming. Finally spent, he lowers his body onto yours and lies still, gasping for breath. I kneel beside your intertwined bodies, stroking your forehead and shoulders with one hand while I fondle Kurt's muscular back and buttocks with the other. He eventually moves off your body and rolls onto his back. I slide two fingers into your pussy and work them in and out, gently flicking your G-spot with my fingertips. Your vaginal muscles tighten and you clasp my hand between your thighs as you cum again. When you finally relax and release me, I put my fingers in my mouth and suck them, savoring the taste of Kurt's cum mixed with your juices. That just increases my lust. I need to cum so badly I hurt. I stare for long moments at the sweet hot spot between your legs, remembering your agile muscles trapping and milking my cock last night and early this morning. The desire to take your sweetness, mingling my sperm with Kurt's, is almost irresistible. And yet . . . Your eyes widen with surprise and disappointment as I step away from the bed, retrieving my discarded slacks from the floor. "What . . .?" you begin as I reach into my pocket and remove the little bottle of lubricant. Kurt knows what's coming. He moves to the edge of the bed, gripping his knees and lifting his butt into the air. "Are you going to . . .? Oh yeah!" you growl as I squirt the lubricant into the palm of my hand and grease my stiff cock with one smooth motion. You bend over to watch as I position my head against his asshole. My balls slam against his buttocks as I take him with one violent thrust. "Fuck his ass, Baby!" you cry, as I pound Kurt's butt. You stare at my cock sliding in and out of his ass, driving three fingers into your cunt in time with my motions. You're cumming as I flood his asshole with wave after wave of my hot juices. His untouched cock sprays its own load. The three of us finally collapse into one gasping, sweat slick, erotic heap. Later, much later, the three of us rise and stumble into the shower. * * * * * * * * * * OH, that was wonderful You are both such hot lovers and I really got off watching you fuck Mr. Smith. Mr. James, you know all the ways to make me cum. Let's go take a shower now. We wash each other in the shower and that makes all of us feel wonderful. You and Mr. Smith get hard again just looking at the water running down my naked body. I love to see your cocks and balls all clean and shiny. We go back and lie down on the bed, this time with you in the middle. " I want to make a human sandwich", Mr. Smith says. You kiss and caress both of us, then turn to me and start to suck on my nipples. I moan with pleasure and fondle your cock and balls, while Mr. Smith slides down and licks your asshole. You and I are both screaming with pleasure, when you sink your cock into me all the way to the balls and grunt with satisfaction. We fuck slowly, both writhing in ecstasy. "Oh my god, Mr. James! Your cock is so hot! I want you to fuck me harder! " I can barely get the words out before you thrust deep inside me and I cum over and over. You're about to cum, so you pull out of me and just kiss me deeply. " I don't want to cum yet baby" you whisper as you hold me close. Mr. Smith slides back up and greases up his cock. Without warning, he slides the entire length into your asshole. You gasp with pleasure as he begins to fuck you. I reach out and pull him close to you, so that your sweet body is squished between us. I kiss and caress you, and reach over your shoulder to play with his hair. You can't stand it any more. He is fucking you so hard you are about to explode. You push back just enough to slide your cock into my wet pussy and we both scream. " Oh that's right, fuck me Mr. James! Oh, Mr. Smith . . . push your cock into him . . . make him shove that hard cock deep into my pussy. " Mr. Smith screams as he unloads his cum into your ass. You and I are both sweating, and without any more motion, your cum fills me as I cum over and over. We collapse in each other's arms. "That was the best" you sigh softly, kissing and cuddling me. You turn onto your back so you can pull Mr. Smith close. We lie on the bed, totally drained. It's only 8 pm. We have the rest of the night to play, before both of you have to leave at 5 am. I don't want you to get caught in my room, but I want to spend the night between you, cuddled in your arms. We hear a noise outside the room as we're lying close together. " I thought everyone was settled down. Mr. James? " I whisper fearfully. There are more footsteps and giggles outside my door. One of the voices sounds very deep, like it's the Dean. We lie quietly and the footsteps go past. That was close. Come here and kiss me again, and let's rest awhile. * * * * * * * * * * We've just settled down again when there's a loud knock on the door. "Diane?" It's Dean Johnson's voice. We lay still, hoping he'll go away. "Diane, are you all right? I know you're in there." Kurt and I jump out of bed and start collecting our scattered clothes. "You better answer the door," I whisper. "We'll hide in the bathroom." "Just a minute," you shout as you grab a robe from your suitcase and put it on. I pause on the way to the bathroom to admire you. The robe ends at mid-thigh and its neckline plunges between your breasts. You run your fingers through your tousled hair just before opening the door. "Hello Dean Johnson." "Hi Diane," he says as he steps into the room. "I got a call about a naked boy and girl running through the hall. I couldn't find anybody. I'm sure it wasn't any of our students. They'd never do anything like that. I met the twins in the vending machine area and they told me you'd gone to your room by yourself. I just wanted to make sure you were all right." "I'm fine Dean," you answer. "Just a little tired. I was so worked up about the game I didn't get much sleep last night." Kurt and I are looking through the cracked bathroom door. The hem of your robe rides up as you sit on the chair beside the desk, almost exposing your pussy. We can't see his face from the bathroom, but we know the Dean is staring, moving his gaze back and forth between your spectacularly exposed cleavage and your temptingly open thighs. "You are very attractive," he croaks, taking two steps towards you before stopping, frozen with indecision. "Why Dean Johnson," you begin, looking up and down his body. "There's something wrong with your pants." You stand up and put your hand on his crotch. "There's a bulge . . . Oh! It's getting bigger." Your robe falls open as he pulls your body to his and kisses you fiercely. "I know you've wanted me for a long time," you purr as you unfasten his pants. "I've wanted you, too. When you called me into your office to talk about my sexy dress, I almost asked you to fuck me then and there." "My God!" you continue, sinking to your knees and fondling his hardness. "This is even more beautiful than I'd imagined." He moans as your mouth engulfs his swollen cock. The two of you have turned your bodies so we can see every detail of you going down on the Dean. I push the door open. Kurt and I are almost invisible in the darkness and Dean Johnson is staring at you, anyway. We stroke each other's dicks as we watch you suck the Dean's cock and lick his balls. Without warning, he pulls out of your mouth and sprays cum in your face and onto your breasts. "That was so good," he whispers. "What now?" The Dean's eyes widen with astonishment as Kurt and I emerge from the bathroom, stiff cocks at the ready. * * * * * * * * * * The Dean gasps in surprise when you and Mr. Smith walk out sporting your impressive erections, but then a smile spreads over his face. His cock starts to spring back to life. " I should have known! You two have always had a reputation for being 'friendly' to your students, especially hot ones like Diane here." He motions for you to join us, and takes my hand to walk me over to the bed, pulling my robe off and tossing it on a chair. All three of you stare longingly at my breasts and pussy, aroused beyond belief at the sight of the Dean's cum dripping from me. You're the first to break the silence. "Well," you sigh in relief," obviously you aren't going to cause trouble for us, Dean Johnson. Why don't we all get comfortable?" You push me over on the bed and lie beside me, kissing me passionately as Mr. Smith lays down on my other side. The dean lifts my legs and settles down between them, kissing my belly and thighs as he says softly " If we're going to be together, you might as well call me Harold...you too, Diane" I smile as I fondle his now-restiffened cock and say that I want to call all of you by your last names. My fantasy about making it with my teachers always involved some formality. That really gets me hot. Mr. Smith sits up suddenly and kisses Dean Johnson hard on the mouth. They begin to tongue kiss and the Dean pulls Mr. Smith up to his knees, as they start to play with each other's nipples, cocks and balls. You and I watch in amazement as the Dean deep throats Mr. Smith's beautiful cock. I turn to you and push you down onto the bed, lying on top of you and thrusting my tongue into your mouth as I lower my wet pussy onto your cock. Our moans of delight soon mingle with those coming from the Dean and Mr. Smith, who are lying on their sides in a 69, sucking each other off. I ride your cock fiercely as you reach up and start to suck my breasts, hanging in your face. You scream with pleasure as I slam my dripping pussy down onto you again and again. We turn our heads to watch Mr. Smith push the Dean onto the floor and kneel behind him, thrusting his stiff cock into the Dean's ass. The Dean screams" Oh, god, yes, Kurt! Fuck me, baby! Fill my ass with your cum!" A few strokes later, Mr. Smith does just that, pulling out at the last second and spraying his cum all over the Dean's butt. The Dean screams and his untouched cock sprays cum onto the carpet. Mr. Smith climbs off and takes the Dean in his arms. They lie on the floor in each other's arms, kissing tenderly and listening to our sighs and moans. You scream " Ohhhh Deeeeeeeeeeeee! Yes, baby, cum with me...I can't hold it much longer!" Just as you're about to explode inside me, the door flies open. It's Coach Spooner and Ms. Robinson. As they stand there in astonishment, staring at me riding your cock, the Dean takes his mouth away from Mr. Smith's and says " Well, don't just stand there, you two. Come in and close the door. We don't want the whole football team in here. Diane and her two favorite teachers are enough to satisfy all of us." For a minute, they just stare at him, then Ms. Robinson pushes the Coach in and closes and locks the door. She walks over to us, undressing, and kisses you, stifling your screams. You push her away, and pull out of my pussy. spraying both of us with your cum. I scream and cum with you. We collapse in a heap on the bed. The Coach has walked over and pulled Mr. Smith and the Dean up from the floor over to the sofa in the corner. He sits down and pulls Mr. Smith down next to him. They kiss and fondle each other until they are both hard. The Dean sits on Mr. Smith's other side and kisses him again. Meanwhile, Ms. Robinson and I have moved over and she lies between us, kissing me deeply while playing with your nipples. You moan with delight and pull her onto her other side. I snuggle against her back and reach over to fondle her large breasts. * * * * * * * * * * Liz presses her body tightly against mine, grinding her crotch against my still-stiff cock. Her nipples are already hard from you playing with her breasts. We kiss passionately as she rubs her clit against my cock-head, humping me harder and faster until she screams and cums. "Oh Ken, it's been way too long," Liz sighs as she rolls onto her back. "Yeah," I agree. "Eight weeks. How's Brenda?" "She's great. We love each other more each day. I can't get enough of her body and it's great with the strap-on, but sometimes I need a man . . . you." Liz kisses me tenderly, then puts her hands around your waist, guiding you into a kneeling position, straddling her hips. "Sweet Diane," she purrs, "I've been dreaming about you for years . . . your big breasts, muscular butt, long legs, angelic face, always dressing in those clinging blouses and short tight skirts, opening your legs to flash the boys . . . and girls. You don't know how many nights I've fantasized about you." "I'm here now, Ms. Robinson . . . all yours," you purr as Liz pulls you forward and begins licking your breasts. "Oh wow!" you gasp a little later. "I didn't think my nipples could have gotten any harder. The way you suck and nibble them is divine! Do you like the cum coating?" "MMMmm . . . MMMmmm . . . Mummh . . . MMMUUnnhhh!" Liz answers, sliding her body down the bed and pressing her face against your crotch. My cock is rock hard as I kneel at the head of the bed, watching Liz eat you. "Oh Gawd, Ms. Robinson!" you scream. "Your mouth . . . tongue . . . tongue fuck my cunt . . . clit . . . I'm . . . " You're thrashing so violently, Liz grips your thighs to keep you on the bed. You lift your body slightly and I can see Liz grinning and licking her lips. Her face is drenched with your juices. Relentless, she pulls you back down onto her hungry mouth. Her legs are hanging over the edge of the bed. I spread her thighs. She says, "Yeah Ken, please fuck me while I eat Di . . . Oh! Yes! Yes!! Drive your cock up my cunt! Oh fuck!!" I place her ankles on my shoulders and ram her hot tight snatch while she eats you to another climax. This time she cums with you. My cock throbs and a wave of pleasure washes over my body. My penis slips out of Liz's pussy. Your legs are unsteady, so I help you off her face. The three of us sit on the edge of the bed, watching the men in the corner. Mr. Smith is lying on the floor. Coach Spooner is riding Mr. Smith's cock, stroking himself and sucking Dean Johnson. "Jesus Phil," the Dean suddenly gasps, "I'm gonna shoot . . . AAhhh!" The Coach sucks greedily as the Dean empties a load into his mouth. The Coach rises to his feet, a little unsteadily, and comes over to the bed. His penis, stiff and gleaming with pre-cum, is even longer and thicker than Kurt's. "Diane," he says hoarsely, "I think you know how much I want you. Do you . . . May I? . . ." You rise to your feet and move into his arms, kissing him passionately. Your hands roam over each other's bodies. You look startled when he grips your thighs and lifts you effortlessly. He's so slender it's easy to forget he was a college weight lifting champion. "Ooooh . . . COACH!" you cry as he spikes you on his giant prick. The rest of us stare in awe as he fucks you while standing in the center of the room. You're holding onto Coach's shoulders and bouncing on his dick. Liz is caressing your rolling buttocks. She's so intent on you, she hardly notices when I slide a finger into her hot wet cunt. A moment later, you squeal with excitement when I push my pussy juice-lubricated finger into your asshole. You're so tight and hot! I finger-fuck your butt while Coach continues ramming your snatch. Now you're cumming, screaming like a banshee! He's grunting rhythmically, cumming with you. You go limp in his arms. "Thank you," he whispers as he gently lowers you to the bed. You lie there spread-eagled with your breasts rolling gently as you gasp for air. Cum and juices are leaking from your open pussy. You open your eyes briefly and whisper "Wow!" Liz settles on the bed, gently kissing your face and stroking your hair. I lie beside you, taking you in my arms. The Coach looks at Mr. Smith and Dean Johnson. "We'd better hit the road," he growls. "There are a lot of horny football players in Room 809 and they're probably getting restless." * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James and Diane (cuddlydbear). All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * * Love Lessons Ch. 03 Written by Diane (cuddlydbear) and Ken James * * * * * * * * * * You and I lie in each other's arms quietly for a few minutes after our guests leave my room. We kiss and cuddle, thinking of the wonderful time we have just had. " I love you, Mr. James" I sigh softly. "Thank you for making my first lovemaking experience the best." You just pull me close and kiss me tenderly. Exhausted from the day's activities, we quickly fall asleep. You wake me at dawn and lead me out onto the balcony. Bent over the rail with my body glowing in the golden light, I scream lustily as you take me fiercely from behind. After I climax, we return to bed and make long tender love until you cum in my pussy. We realize that it's time to go, so we reluctantly get up and you go back to your room to pack. I start getting my things together. Three hours later . . . "Wow, that was a long bus ride. I'm sure glad to be home", you say as we get off the bus. As we take our luggage, the school secretary comes up to me. She has a message from my parents. They have been called out of town because my grandmother is sick. I start to cry, until the secretary explains that my grandmother will be fine, but my parents need to be there for a couple of days until my uncle can get there. Now I need a ride home. You offer to take me back to the house, since I do have a key. We say goodbye to the other students and our faculty friends, exchanging a secret smile with the Coach, Mr. Smith, the Dean and Ms. Robinson. We get into your van and start down the road. I lie back, thinking of your cock, and start to get very wet. I squirm in my seat, trying not to moan. You glance over and ask if I'm okay. I just give you my sexiest smile and tell you I'm just reliving our adventure. Just hearing me say that makes you hot, and I notice a growing bulge in your pants. I reach out and caress your cock, and you groan with pleasure. You're harder than any time I've been with you. "Maybe we need to make a pit stop" I purr softly. "After all, no one is waiting for me at home, and you're single." You smile at me and pull into a secluded rest area that no one uses since the interstate was built. You reach over and pull me close, kissing me passionately as your hands roam over my body. We go into the back of the van, where you have a carpeted area, and start to undress each other. Your mouth moves down to my breasts, freed from my shirt. I'm not wearing a bra, so you start to lick and suck my nipples, but that's not what I want. I push you down onto the floor and turn around so we are in a 69. You groan with pleasure as I push your pants down and take your stiff cock into my mouth. As I begin to suck you, your tongue finds my clit and sucks hard on it. It feels so good! Both of us are panting with pleasure, and you thrust your tongue into my pussy as I scream and cum all over your face. You are so close to cumming . . . but you push me away just before you explode. "Please stop, baby...I don't want to cum yet. I want to fuck you one more time before I have to take you home." I smile and turn over, kissing your neck, your earlobes, your eyes and your mouth over and over as I lie back next to you. You pull me close, both of us lying on our sides, and slowly push your cock into my dripping pussy. As you start to fuck me, holding me close and kissing my lips. I notice a small bag behind you. I reach over you and pick it up. Unzipping it, I find a butt plug and a dildo with some lubricant. I pull you on top of me and take the butt plug out, lubing it up. You're moaning with pleasure as you pump your cock into me. Suddenly, you scream loud enough to be heard in the next town. I have just thrust the butt plug into your waiting ass. "Oh, God, Deee! Yes baby! Oh, that feels so good in my ass!" You fuck me harder and faster as I twist the plug into your asshole, but then I pull it out. You're surprised, and a little upset, until the dildo slides firmly into your butt. I shove it into you in time with your fucking. We can't control our screams now. I cum hard all over your cock, pumping the dildo into your ass as I explode. You can't take any more. Screaming with pleasure again, you shoot the biggest load of the weekend into my cunt. We're shaking as we slow down, finally collapsing in each other's arms. The dildo stays in your butthole as you cuddle me. "That was incredible, Mr. James" I say as we kiss. We know we have to get going, because my parents will be calling to make sure I got home okay. Reluctantly getting dressed, we exchange a final kiss and climb back into the front seats. You start the car and drive me home. * * * * * * * * * * "I'll help you with your bags," I say as I park the van in the driveway. We start making out in the entry as soon as the front door closes. After we kiss passionately for a few minutes, you reach for my zipper. I stop you, saying "Let's do this in a bed." "Okay," you answer, taking my hand and leading me down the hall. "My bedroom's this way." "No," I say, coming to a sudden stop. You look into my grinning face, a little shocked. "Where's the master bedroom?" "You want to fuck me in Mom and Dad's bed? That's sort of sick!" You pause for a moment. "But exciting. Let's go!" In the bedroom, you unzip my pants and fall to your knees. "I'll bet you've got a vibrator," I say. "Mr. James, I've got a whole toybox," you reply. "Go get it." You run down the hall. I remove the quilt and blanket from the gigantic bed with the big mirrored headboard and fold them neatly on the dresser. It seems to be taking you a long time to collect your toys. I'm just about to go looking for you when you step into the room. "Wow!" I whisper. You're now dressed in a tight black bra with your already-erect nipples sticking through circular cut-outs, shiny black spike-heeled shoes, black nylon stockings supported by a garter belt, and frilly black panties. A black leather collar with chrome studs circles your throat. You're carrying a small wooden chest, bound in brass. "Your cheap slut whore is here, Mr. James," you purr as you set the chest on the nightstand. "Baby Dee, there's nothing cheap about you," I say mock-reprovingly. "You're a fucking expensive slut whore." "Oh Mr. James, I'm so glad this turns you on," you say as I catch your swollen nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and begin pinching and twisting them. Your areolae quickly puff into half-domes. "I saw some pictures on the Internet with a man who looked a little like you making love to a woman dressed like this. I printed them off and took them to bed with me every night to look at while I was masturbating. I fantasized about it being us in the pictures." "Please strip for me," you continue, pulling away to open the chest and reach inside. It only takes me a moment to undress and stand before you, naked and almost unbelievably hard. You fasten a leather collar matching your around my neck. "The man was wearing something too. Would you mind?" You hold out a cock ring, another simple strip of black leather with chrome studs and snaps. "I don't need that," I say, "but I'll be glad to wear it for you." I slip the strap under my balls and pull it upward. It's almost too tight to fit around my cock and balls, but I manage to snap it. You stand motionless for a moment, staring at my bulging balls and swollen pecker. "I can hardly believe it," you marvel. "It's making you even bigger and harder. And your balls are wonderful." You drop to your knees and begin kissing and licking them. You don't even touch my cock, but it begins throbbing violently and I wonder if I'm going to shoot right now. I pull you to your feet, wrap my arms around you and kiss you passionately. My rock-hard penis is between your legs, pressing against bare flesh. I realize the frilly panties you're wearing are crotchless. Your naked folds are already slick with your juices. I can barely resist my desire to drive into you. Your panties aren't just crotchless. The split in the cloth runs up the back to the waistband. I cup your buttocks and start running a finger up and down your crack. You growl deeply and cling to me even more tightly as I tickle your anus. You start moving, catching my shaft between your folds and rubbing your clit against my cock head. At first, I'm sure I'm going to cum, wasting my semen on the outside of your vulva. Then something magical happens. My insistent need to ejaculate fades while my arousal continues to increase. You're humping me rapidly now. You cum violently when I slide my fingertip into your asshole. I have to hold on to keep you from collapsing. "Oh Baby," you gasp. "That was so good!" I hold you and stroke your hair. "You're so wonderful," I whisper. "I love you so much. Let's get into your parents' bed. I want to take your cherry now." "But you've already . . . Oh! Of course I want to give you that. First I want to play with another toy . . . something else from the pictures. Bend over the bed, Mr. James." I watch our reflections in the headboard mirror. You look like a dark, untamed angel. You take a butt plug, much longer and thicker than the one in the van, from the toy chest and lubricate it carefully. I gasp and my cock throbs as you press it into my ass. When it's safely in place, you touch something and the plug begins vibrating, gently but insistently. I'm sure the stimulation is going to set me off within seconds, but once again my body backs away from its imminent orgasm. "What else?" I finally ask. "Mr. James, I want you to be the first man to take me through my back door," you answer as you lie down on the bed. I join you and we lie on our backs, side by side. Kinky Mommy and Daddy! There's a huge mirror on the ceiling. You touch a switch on the headboard and lights come on, illuminating the bed brightly. "We look so good in the ceiling mirror," you say. "Just like the man and woman in those pictures. Sometimes when Mom and Dad are gone, I dress up like this and bring my toys in here. It's so exciting watching myself get off." Just as I'm reaching for you, the phone on the nightstand rings. "Hello. Hi Mom, how's Grandma?" As you talk, you catch my hand and put it between your breasts. I stroke you through the slick tight fabric, amazed at your concentration as you talk about your Grandmother and the game. I put my other hand between your legs. "Hi Dad," you say as I slide a finger into your tight hot pussy. Your juices are running down onto the bed. We're going to have to launder the sheets. "Love you Dad," you finally say. "I love you too, Mom. Tell Grandma I'm glad she's doing okay. Bye." "God Ken, it's so good watching you play with my body," you say, hanging up the phone. "You've had my virginity. Now I want to give you my butt cherry." There are three pillows at the head of the bed. I arrange them under you, elevating your buttocks. Kneeling between your spread legs, I pause to admire the steady stream of fluid oozing from your open pussy. Your hood is completely retracted and your clit is a beautiful little swollen bud. "Please Ken," you whisper, "fuck my ass now." "Now Diane, a student should be respectful of her teacher. My name is 'Mr. James' and I'll decide what the lesson is going to be." "Yes Mr. James," you reply softly. An instant later, you squeal with pleasure as I slide my hard cock into your sweet tight cunt with one smooth stroke. You've always been orgasmic, but it seems you cum more quickly and with greater intensity every time we make love. I fuck you to three rapid climaxes before pulling my penis out of your pussy. "Please Mr. James," you gasp. "Fuck me more." "Don't worry Diane, the lesson's only beginning." I thrust my stiff tongue into your gaping cunt, caressing your hot slick pink walls and sucking your juices. I move to your clit and begin sucking it. You cum explosively within a few seconds. You squirm with excitement as I lick the sensitive area between your vulva and anus, gradually working my tongue along your spread cheeks. I lick your sweet pink rosebud with my flat tongue, giving it a liberal coating of saliva. I tease you open with the tip of my tongue, gradually entering your hot hole. You moan with pleasure as I eat your sweet ass. The little bottle of lubricant is on the nightstand. As I'm picking it up, I lift the toybox lid. There's a cock and balls dildo on top. It's somewhat larger than my penis and lifelike, except for being hot pink and transparent. I place the dildo between your breasts and smear lubricant on my dick. "Please Mr. James!" you exclaim as I slide a lubricated finger up your ass. Your anal muscles clamp me tightly, then relax. "I'm ready. Please fuck me!" I withdraw my finger. "Oh Mr. James! You've got your cock-head against my asshole. Oohh! You're opening me. I can't believe how good it feels! How far? Your whole head's inside me. Now your shaft! Oh yeah! You're sliding your big hard cock into my asshole!" You're thrusting two fingers in and out of your pussy while rubbing your clit with your thumb. Your anal muscles clamp me tightly as you cum. Our bodies are slick with sweat. My penis is all the way inside you. "Fuck me Baby! . . . Mr. James Baby! . . . Fuck my asshole!" You're moaning with pleasure as I begin moving, slowly withdrawing, and then sliding back inside. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" you whisper. You're staring at your reflection in the ceiling mirror, watching yourself as I fuck your ass faster and faster. You're twisting and pulling on your nipples and rubbing your breasts. The juices flowing from your pussy are running down onto my cock. The dildo is still trapped between your big tits. You suddenly grab it and thrust it violently into your hot wet cunt. You're screaming and thrashing, fucking your hot pink snatch inches above my cock driving into your asshole. The butt plug is fucking my ass just as hard as I'm fucking yours. "Oh Mr. James . . . Mmiissttteeerrrrrr. . . . Jammmeeeesss! . . . Fuck! . . . ass cunt cock! . . . OHGODOHFUCKOHMYGODOHFUCKME! . . . Yeah, shoot your hot cum up my asshole . . . OhYeahShootSoGoodSoGood! . . . I'm cummmiiiinnggg!!!" I'm screaming too, spraying wave after wave of juice up your butt, emptying my overloaded balls into your body. We collapse together, gasping for breath. After we've recovered slightly, I pull my penis out of your asshole and unfasten the cock ring. The plug in my butt is still vibrating. I switch it off, but decide to keep it in place. You're lying flat on your back, limp, with your eyes closed, still gripping the dildo in your pussy. I pull it out and lift your body off the pillows. You roll onto your side as I lie beside you and we kiss tenderly. "Thank you, Mr. James. Getting my butt fucked was even better than I'd fantasized. You're the best lover!" "Sweet Dee, I love you so much. You're the best piece of ass," we both chuckle at the phrase, "in the state . . . maybe the world." We kiss some more, then lie on our backs, holding hands and gazing up at our reflections. "You're my first man," you confess, "but I did practice a little." "With the plug you used on me? That seems awfully big." "No, a little vibrator . . . much smaller than your penis. I've never had the nerve to put something the size of your cock up my . . . " "DING-Dong!" The doorbell is almost shockingly loud. "Oh shit!" you gasp. "I wonder who that is. Maybe they'll go away." "DING-Dong! DING-Dong!" "They know someone's here. My van's in the driveway. You'd better go answer it." The doorbell continues ringing as you dash to your bedroom. You're putting your robe on as you run down the hall to the door. I suddenly realize your hair's all tangled and you're still wearing the spike heels and nylons. * * * * * * * * * * I run to the door with the bell still pealing insistently. Whoever it is can't wait, and I don't worry about how I'm dressed. "Hi Dee! " It's Julie and Joan Coleman . . . the cheerleader twins . . . and Paul Weller, the team's star. As I open the door, and smile at them, they stare at me in my robe, stockings and high heels. I try to act natural and invite them in. They crash into each other in their haste to get inside, still looking at me. "Wasn't that a fantastic trip? " I say, inviting them into the living room. "It sure was, " Paul murmurs, reaching out to caress my hair, "but we didn't see much of you . . . or some of the teachers either. It was strange that no one came to see why there was so much noise in the other rooms." I just smile innocently and explain that cheering at the game tired me out so much that I fell asleep early. We sit in the living room, sipping Cokes, until Joan Coleman reaches over to touch my robe. "You must have been getting ready for a hot date, Dee . . . of course, anyone would be hot looking at you dressed like that." She and I smile at each other as she caresses my hair. The look in her eyes tells me that she remembers our past encounters. It's enough to get me wet, so without saying a word, I reach for her and kiss her gently on the lips. Suddenly, her tongue is in my mouth and we're on the sofa, pressed together, both moaning from the contact. She unties the belt of my robe and pulls it off. Everyone in the room stares at my spike heels, nylons, garter belt, frilly black crotchless panties, cut-out bra and studded collar. Paul and her sister Julie watch silently. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bulge growing in Paul's shorts. Julie notices too, and reaches over to caress it, bringing a groan from Paul's full lips. He moves closer to Julie, as Joan and I hump wildly on the sofa. Paul and Julie start to caress each other, kissing deeply. Julie kisses her way down Paul's stomach and pulls his shorts down, taking his jockstrap off in the process. He moans loudly as she takes his stiff cock in her mouth. By this time, Joan and I have moved into a 69 on the carpet, and our sighs of pleasure mingle with Paul's moans. We're all so intent on our oral play that we don't hear you coming down the stairs. "Dee, is everything okay? I thought I heard . . ." you break off as you stare at the action on the carpet and loveseat. You're still undressed, and your cock hangs limply between your legs, as you take in the action. At the sound of your voice, Julie jumps up with a wild stare. "Mr. James! What are you . . ." She can't finish the sentence because she's stunned to see you in my house, naked except for a collar matching mine. Joan takes her mouth off my cunt just long enough to giggle and say "Dee, I knew you were going to get him. Last time we made love, you called out his name while I was eating your pussy, and when Julie fucked you with her dildo you screamed 'oh, yes fuck me Mr. James' as you were cumming all over the fake cock." Paul is sitting on the loveseat with a still hard cock, grinning at all of us. He looks at your body and licks his lips, then stands up and comes over to you, taking your hands and looking into your eyes. He explains that Coach Spooner got him to have sex with him by telling him that he would be able to get you to fuck him one day, because Paul told the coach that he has always wanted you. You smile, and take Paul in your arms, burying your tongue in his mouth as your hands roam over his hard athlete's body. Joan, Julie and I watch as you push Paul to the floor, taking his cock in your mouth as you slide yours between his lips. You suck each other eagerly. The moans coming from you and Paul are getting us all so wet, that we have to do something to ease the heat. Julie pushes me down onto the carpet and spreads my legs. She begins to lick and suck my clit and pussy, thrusting her tongue inside me. Joan lays down so that her pussy is in my face, and I begin to eat her out as she turns so that she can eat her sister's pussy at the same time. Love Lessons Ch. 03 As the excitement builds, you and Paul switch positions. You murmur softly, "Okay star, time for the kickoff," as you wet two fingers and slide them into his ass. They are immediately swallowed up, and you know that he's ready for your cock. You place him on his hands and knees facing the three of us, and walk over to us. Pushing Julie aside for a minute, you thrust your fingers into my crotch, taking them out dripping with my honey. You smear my juices over your cock and walk back to Paul, kneeling behind him. As Joan and Julie and I start to cum, you thrust your cock into Paul's waiting ass, burying it up to the balls with one stroke. He screams with pleasure as you start to fuck him hard. The twins and I are cumming . . ." OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhh DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH Yessssssssssssss baby!" Joan's screams can be heard all over town as she explodes in my face. At the same time, Julie and I scream that we're cumming. This is enough to push you and Paul over the edge. You groan and fill his ass with your cum, as his untouched cock sprays his seed all over the three of us. You collapse on top of him, pulling him into your arms as we lie in an all-girl pile a few feet away. Julie is the first to speak. Pulling me and her sister into her arms, she kisses us gently before she says "You know, Dee, we just came over to tell you that Dean Johnson and Ms. Robinson told us after you left school today that they have hired the ballroom of the Dorchester Hotel for our graduation night party. There's going to be a DJ, and since all of the graduates are going to be over 18 by that time, they are going to have an open bar for us. They hired 3 of the largest hotel suites for after dinner. They don't want any of us drinking and driving, so we will all be staying there overnight . . . with all our favorite teachers as chaperones. You're a chaperone too, Mr. James." The twins and Paul then stand up, explaining that they have to get home before their parents worry. They dress quickly and leave, after each giving both of us a warm and affectionate kiss. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James and Diane (cuddlydbear). All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are nonexistent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. Love Lessons Ch. 04 * * * * * * * * * * Written by Diane (cuddlydbear) and Ken James * * * * * * * * * * "I'm glad the graduation party is starting," I say as I close the door of the Dorchester Hotel suite's master bedroom behind us. "Starting?" you ask innocently. "What have we been doing in the ballroom for the last few hours? All those kids dancing, drinking and occasionally making out when the lights were low?" "That was just preliminary," I answer, pulling the champagne bottle from the ice bucket and popping the cork. "The real party is just beginning." I fill two flute glasses and hand you one. "To the rest of the night." "That's so good," you say after taking a sip. "Mr. James, are you doing this to seduce me? You know I don't usually drink." "You got it, Doll," I answer in a fake hard-boiled detective voice. "Now drink up." "Jordan Goodall was a really cute valedictorian," you say after downing half the glass. "Do you think it's really true that she was naked under her graduation gown." "Absolutely not," I answer. "She was wearing black nylons and had a red ribbon around her neck. She opened the gown and showed me backstage. I finger-fucked her before she went to make her speech." "She was a lucky girl," you purr. "I've been wanting you all night and all we could do in the crowd was a quick feel behind the DJ booth." Our glasses are empty and we set them on the table. "That's changing right now," I say, taking you in my arms and kissing you passionately. "I love your low-cut red dress. Watching you has kept me hard all night." I bend over and begin licking the exposed part of your breasts. You growl with pleasure and pull my face down into your cleavage. You've dabbed a little perfume there and the scent is intoxicating. When I finally straighten up, my dick is straining against the fabric of my briefs and slacks. You unzip my pants and reach inside, releasing my cock and balls. In an instant, I'm as stiff as a steel rod. You sink to your knees and start licking and sucking my balls. Pre-cum is already leaking from my tip and flowing down my shaft. I almost cum as soon as you take my cock in your mouth, but manage to hold back. I pull you to your feet and we kiss again. "You look so hot in that suit," you say when our lips finally separate. "You're hot in everything and nothing," I answer, reaching between your legs. "Naughty Dee! You're wearing crotchless panties again and you're already wet." "I've been wet all night," you say, stepping out of your heels. I peel you out of the red dress and pause to admire your body. Tonight, you're wearing pale pink panties and a matching push-up bra, cut low to leave your nipples bare. I bend over to suck your nipples. They're already swollen and they grow even harder between my lips. You move to the bed and lie on your back with your legs spread. "Come on, Mr. James. I really need to get fucked." You pull your pussy open. It's bright pink inside, brimming with juice and your clit is already exposed and swollen. I fill a glass half full of champagne and move to the bed. After kissing your clit and sucking most of your juice, I pour the champagne into your open snatch. "The bubbles tickle!" you giggle. I suck the wine out of you. It tastes amazing. Your juices are still flowing. I pour more champagne into your pussy and suck a mouthful out. Holding it in my mouth, I press my lips against yours. Your eyes widen with surprise as you drink the fluid. "Yes . . . Please . . . Now . . . Oh Ken!" you gasp as I slide my cock into you. I know you want it rough this time, and that's how I fuck you, driving mercilessly into your cunt. You begin screaming and cumming almost immediately. I think I hear a sound behind me, but I don't care. I'm too intent on pushing to my own orgasm. "God Ken!" you cry. "Cum in me now. I'm cuummmiing! . . . You . . . cum . . . too . . . OOOHHH! YYYEEEAAAHHH! . . . Shoot it!" I'm flooding you with white-hot man juice. I collapse on top of you, gasping for breath and with my heart pounding. "Diane, that was so good," I whisper just before kissing you. "Yes it was!" a strange voice agrees. I practically jump off the bed. You're looking around wildly. We suddenly realize the room is full of people, all watching us. We instantly recognize Dean Johnson, Coach Spooner, Liz Robinson, her lover Brenda Johnson, Jordan Goodall and Kurt Smith in the crowd. * * * * * * * * * * "Well, I guess this is going to be a real party," I giggle as our friends come in and close the double doors. You and I stretch luxuriously as the Dean, the Coach and the others come over to the bed, smiling gleefully as they take in our naked bodies. Dean Johnson reaches down and smoothes my hair out of my face before kissing me deeply. At the same time, Ms. Robinson and Ms. Johnson pull Jordan Goodall over to the sofa in the corner and push her down onto it. They pull off her short black dress as Mr. Smith and Paul Weller watch intently. Jordan reaches up and kisses both women deeply. The three of them start to fondle each other as the two older women undress. Meanwhile, Dean Johnson and Coach Spooner push us into the middle of the bed and lie down on either side of us. "You looked so hot fucking Diane, Ken" the coach murmurs as he pulls you onto your side and into his arms. "Oh, God, yes . . . take me" you whisper as the coach starts kissing and fondling your body, working his tongue down until with a groan he takes your stiff cock, wet with both our juices, into his waiting mouth. Dean Johnson licks and sucks on my tits, kissing his way down my body. He sucks on my clit for a minute, tasting your cum, and suddenly, with an animal groan, he rolls over and picks me up, skewering me on his huge cock as we both scream in pleasure. I cum almost instantly from his cock filling me. "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSS DEAN! OH GOD FUCK ME HARD!" He does just that, pounding his prick into me as he pulls me down on top of him to suck my nipples. I bounce wildly on top, watching the coach suck you. In the corner, watching all of us, Kurt Smith bends Paul Weller over a chair, jerking Paul's pants down and taking his own cock out with the other hand. He strokes Paul's long thin cock a couple of times. Paul whimpers, "Mr. Smith, I want you so much . . . please fuck me." Mr. Smith does just that, sliding his dick into Paul's ass in one smooth stroke. Paul groans, "Oh Kurt . . . oh baby . . . fuck me now . . . fuck me harder!" Mr. Smith pumps deeper into Paul's butt, moaning "Paul . . . oh Paul baby . . . let's go for the touchdown and extra point." All of us are lost in our sensations and screams of pleasure fill the room. The door flies open and bangs against the wall. None of us hear it. All of a sudden, there is a roar of outrage from the entrance. "What the hell is going on here?" It's the principal, Mr. Dolan, and the assistant principal, Mrs. Ford. They stand there with their mouths open as they watch the action. You're the first to speak, after groaning and unloading your cum into the coach's mouth. You almost have to yell to be heard over Jordan's moans as Ms. Robinson eats her pussy and she eats Ms. Johnson. Mr. Smith is so close that he screams "Watch me cum, Arnold" to the principal as he pulls out and sprays Paul's backside with his cum. Paul cums all over the chair, moaning with pleasure. You tell the shocked administrators, " It's alright. All our students here have graduated and they are all over 18. Don't worry, no one will complain." Mr. Dolan suddenly smiles. He walks over to the bed, where Dean Johnson has just shot his load into my pussy. He pulls me off the Dean's still-hard cock and shakes his head. "You started this, didn't you Dee . . . oh sorry, I should have said Diane . . . I knew something like this would happen ever since you seduced me." "You were new to the school and you wanted my help with those girls who were calling you a dyke, just because they saw you kiss the Coleman twins after practice one day. You came into my office crying, and when I took you in my arms to comfort you, you pressed against me so hard I couldn't help getting an erection. You took my cock into that beautiful mouth of yours and I was lost. I wanted to make love to you right there on my desk, but you said you were saving yourself for Mr. James. The only thing I could do was eat you. Now you're a woman, and I want you so much." The Principal gently nudges the Dean aside and lays me down on the bed. Everyone watches as he gently slides his stiff prick into my juicy twat. I groan with pleasure, cumming again just from the feel of his cock. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . . . MR. DOLAN . . . . . . . . . .yes, fuck me please . . . . " As I sigh and moan, squirming under the principal, Mrs. Ford walks over to Paul and Mr. Smith. She pulls them apart, kissing them both. The three of them sink to the floor, where Paul pulls up Mrs. Ford's gown. She's naked underneath, and Paul quickly slides his mouth onto her pussy. Mr. Smith climbs on top of her and sticks his cock into her mouth. She sucks him with the same rhythm that Paul is tongue-fucking her with. All of them lick and suck furiously. Mrs. Ford screams. "Paul! Kurt! OH Yes! God I want both of you so much! Can you take me at the same time? " The two men grin and look at each other, then pull off Mrs. Ford's gown. She throws Paul down on the floor and mounts him, lying flat on top of him. Mr. Smith grunts as he pushes his cock into her open ass. The rest of us watch in amazement as Mrs. Ford humps back and forth between the two. It's such a hot sight that the Dean starts to fondle the Coach. You pull me away from the Principal and into your arms for a deep kiss. When we look over, the Dean is assfucking the Coach. We move over on the bed to give them room. Jordan and the two lady teachers are sprawled on the sofa, with a glazed look in their eyes. They don't see anything. I pull you off the bed and into the bathroom. We lock the door and I push you into the shower stall, kissing you hungrily. Your arms go around me as you murmur "Dee . . . oh sweet baby Dee . . . " Suddenly there's a crash from the other room and Jordan is screaming "Oh NO! How did you get in here?" We unlock the door and rush in. At the doorway is Oscar Greene, the school's audio-visual technician, with a video camera in his hands. It's running. The principal, rushing to cover himself, says "Oscar . . . what the hell . . . . . . " Oscar says, "This will make a great recruitment video for the school next year." No one can move. * * * * * * * * * * Oscar spins around and fumbles with the door. Someone locked the deadbolt after the orgy started. "Stop him!" I shout. Coach Spooner and Mr. Smith overcome their shock and rush to grab Oscar's arms, just as he's opening the door. As they drag him into the center of the room, Principal Dolan re-locks the door. "Well Oscar, how much did you get?" When he doesn't answer, I take the camera from his hands and hand it to Assistant Principal Ford. Kat skips through the playback. "Good work, Oscar," she finally says. "You slipped in at the beginning and taped everything. You were on your way out when Jordan saw you." "So, I figured you'd like a tape," he answers. "Remembering the graduation orgy and all that." "It looks like something you'd see on 'High School Video Bandit,'" I say. Oscar's eyes widen, but he doesn't seem surprised when I name the notorious pay site specializing in videos of high school students in naked and erotic situations. Several "hidden camera" videos appeared to feature our students. "I found the webcams hidden in the locker rooms and showers," I continue. "They have school equipment numbers on them." Oscar is silent. "You have a choice, Oscar. You can go to jail and be bitch for a lot of mean guys, or you can be our bitch right now. Which do you want?" "Now," Oscar mumbles sullenly. "Do you want this on tape?" Kat suddenly asks. "Sure," I answer. "Oscar's not leaving with this tape and we might as well get everything." "Good," she says. "I'm already recording." Coach Spooner and Kurt Smith hold Oscar in place while Jordan Goodall strips him. While removing his boxer shorts, she squeezes his balls and he gasps in pain. "Leave his socks and watch on," I command. Jordan looks puzzled. "It's an old porn movie tradition." Kurt and the Coach force Oscar to his knees in front of me. "He isn't looking too excited yet," I comment, callously fondling his limp penis. Kat moves in slightly to film the action. "Let's fix that. Dee, come show him your pussy." "You like to look, don't you Oscar?" you purr teasingly. I move behind you, placing my already-erect cock in the cleft between your buttocks and pinching your nipples with my thumb and index finger, making you moan with pleasure. You pull yourself open and say, "Here's a nice hot teenage snatch, all open and dripping. I bet you want to do more than just look." Kurt and Coach catch his hands as Oscar tries to grope you. Kat is getting every detail on tape. "None of that!" you chide. "Be a really good boy and I might let you lick me . . . later." "Right now, you can watch Ken fuck me," you continue, placing your hands on the kneeling man's shoulders and positioning your vulva inches from his face. I slide my cock into your pussy and begin slowly moving in and out. Oscar stares longingly as I fuck you from behind. You're getting close. "Lick my clit!" you command, pressing your crotch into Oscar's face. I pull my cock out and hastily slip a finger into your juicy snatch to lubricate it, then finger-fuck your ass as you cum. When you stagger away, Oscar's face is shiny with your juices. "Now suck this!" I say, pushing my stiff prick into Oscar's mouth. I'm only slightly surprised when he clamps his lips around my coronal ring and strokes my cock-head with his tongue. "For a married guy, you're a damn good cocksucker!" Oscar moves his mouth up and down my shaft, occasionally stopping to lick my head. I finally grip his head and drive into his mouth. "Are you getting this Kat?" I ask, although I know she is. "Get a good shot of me fucking hetero voyeur-boy's face." "Don't cum in his mouth," Kat says. "Pull out and splash his face. That'll make a better shot." I pull out and stand motionless, my throbbing cock an inch from Oscar's face. "I'm not ready to cum." I move behind him, fall to my knees and spread his buttocks. "Not when he has this nice virgin asshole." I pick up the bottle of lube. Oscar screams and tries to lunge away as he feels the pressure against his butt. Kurt and the Coach hold him tightly in place. "That's just my finger," I growl. "Wait until you feel my cock." Brenda Johnson comes over carrying a big scarf, which she stuffs in Oscar's mouth. "We don't want him making too much noise when you pop his butt-cherry," she says. Kat zooms in as I position my cock. Even with the gag, Oscar's screams are loud as I force him open. I move slowly in and out. It takes hree strokes to get my cock head completely inside his tight hole. With another dozen strokes, pulling almost out and pushing in further each time, my whole shaft is filling Oscar's hot butt. All of the people in the room are gathered in a rough circle, watching me fuck Oscar's ass. He's on his hands and knees. "Look how hard Oscar's dick is!" you exclaim. I pull him to a kneeling position as Kat gracefully moves to capture the new action. I look over his shoulder to see his stiff cock, his head and shaft shiny with his pre-cum. "He's tight as a virgin," I say as I push him back down onto his hands and knees and begin thrusting more aggressively, "but he's going to be a real anal slut when we're through with him." I'm pounding his butt now, slapping my balls against his buttocks as I drive into his asshole. "I'm really close now," I finally gasp. Kat films me pulling my cock out of Oscar's ass and spraying cum over his back. As I step away, Dean Johnson takes my place. He rams Oscar's butt for several minutes before cumming. There's a long line of men behind the Dean. One by one, they plow Oscar's ass. Some make him blow them first. Oscar continues screaming throughout the gang bang, but he's soon screaming in pleasure, crying out for more cock. The women are cheering the men on as they continue pounding Oscar's butt. Some of the women are being fucked from behind or playing with each other. The air is heavy with the scent of sweaty sex. I'm hard again, standing behind you and playing with your nipples while you watch Coach ram his oversize penis into Oscar. "Mr. James," you whisper primly. "You've only taken me anally once. Surely you don't intend to do it in front of all these peo . . . Oh! Yeah! Push it in!" You scream softly and arch your back as my cock slides up your asshole. Jordan Goodall had been standing between Liz Robinson and Brenda Johnson, with the older women fondling her breasts and buttocks. She lies down with her head near your feet. With me still plugged in, you get on your hands and knees over her. As I continue fucking your ass, Jordan thrusts her fingers into your pussy and sucks your clit. You're eating her out, as well. Liz moves beside me pressing her lush breasts against my face. I begin licking them and sucking her nipples. "Hey, Lucky Pierre!" a woman's voice hisses as something big and round presses against my asshole. "Come here first," I say, catching her arm. It's Brenda Johnson, now wearing a huge strap-on, at least ten inches long and incredibly thick. I kiss her passionately before she moves back into position. When she first enters me, it hurts a little, but I concentrate on the sensations of your anal muscles gripping my cock. After a few moments, the pain is gone and Brenda is fucking my ass as aggressively as I'm fucking yours. Jordan is making you cum. Liz is kneeling between Jordan's legs, roughly finger-fucking her pussy. Jordan reaches between your legs and grips my balls gently as I explode inside you. Brenda continues ramming my ass until I've spent myself. The men have moved Oscar to the bed. Nobody is bothering to restrain him. He's lying on his back with his legs in the air. The next-to-last man is fucking his ass. Kat had grown bored and wandered off to film other groups. She returns to capture Oscar's last customer. Her instincts are always good. She's a celebrated erotic videographer, to a small select circle of people. The last man fucking Oscar pulls out, spraying thick cum on Oscar's crotch and belly. Kat dutifully records it. "Are you ever going to shoot?" she asks. "I'll make the butt-slut come!" a female voice growls. It's Brenda Johnson. She's still wearing the strap-on, but she's replaced the large dildo she used on me with a MUCH bigger one. A crowd gathers as she moves between his legs, positioning her monster cock. Oscar screams over and over as Brenda slowly slides her immense length into his ass, but he doesn't try to squirm away. Finally, she's all the way in. It's hard to imagine the length and girth of the dildo filling and stretching his asshole. When she starts pulling out, the sight is almost unreal. You and I stand hip to hip and arm in arm, watching Brenda fuck Oscar's ass. "Big cock," she's cooing. "You like it! You love cock, the bigger the better, the rougher the better! Well, I'm going to give it to you." She starts screaming "Fuck you, butt-slut! Fuck your slut ass!" as she drives into him. He reaches for her big bouncing breasts, gripping them tightly enough to leave finger marks. She fucks his ass even harder. Jordan suddenly gets on the bed, straddles Oscar's shoulders and presses her open vulva against his face. She groans with pleasure as his tongue enters her. "Oh yeah," she gasps. "I'm gonna give you what you want!" She grinds her crotch against his lips. "Yeah, take it," she whispers. "Ooooooh! . . . Yesssss!" I've never seen an orgasm like it, going on and on with no violence but just prolonged excitement. Love Lessons Ch. 04 Oscar's cock is throbbing. His head and shaft are slick with pre-cum. Jordan lifts her dripping snatch from his face and moves down his body, spiking her cunt on his swollen prick. He drives into her violently, synchronizing with Brenda's thrusts into his ass. "Fuck!" she screams. "Cum in my pussy! . . . Yeah! . . . Again and again!" Several of the football players are kneeling over Oscar, showering him, Jordan and Brenda with cum. Masturbating women are screaming as they begin cumming. A few more men are stepping forward to spray the group. When the spectacle is over, I take your hand and lead you to the bathroom. As I'm locking the door, I say "We're not going out again for anything. Kat, the Coach and Kurt will deal with Oscar. There won't be any trouble." There's still a stray thought in the back of my mind. "Oscar sure had fun . . . it's almost like he intended to get caught." "Does it matter now?" you ask as I join you under the warm water. Our arms circle each other's backs and we kiss hungrily. "Nothing matters," I whisper, stroking your hair tenderly. "Nothing except my Baby Dee." * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James and Diane (cuddlydbear). All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. * * * * * * * * * *