0 comments/ 101528 views/ 16 favorites Bigger By: edmead Ten years earlier Ted and Alicia met one summer in college. Ted's girlfriend of two years had gone home for the summer and he stayed to get in a few extra classes. Alicia wasn't really his type. She was petite and short with small breasts and red hair. One afternoon she began flirting with him and there was just something about her that he liked. He slept with her almost immediately and their affair lasted the rest of the summer. Ted's girlfriend came back in town and they stopped seeing each other. Years passed and through a chance online encounter they began emailing one another. They had both married, Alicia married a software engineer named Mike and Ted married a product manager named Cindy. The emails between Alicia and Ted were terribly inappropriate, but they were only emails. That was about to change. Cindy met Ted a year after he finished college. She was a virgin when they met and Ted fell for her immediately. Ted and Cindy had a great sex life, having intercourse two to three times per week. Over the years Cindy learned how to have an orgasm if she was on top of Ted. For some reason she could never seem to have one if Ted as on top. Mike met Alicia two years earlier and for some reason Alicia just didn't appreciate him. She took every opportunity to put him down; to belittle his sexual ability. Mike was a handsome man, the truth was Alicia always felt as though she didn't measure up to him. Mike could never bring Alicia to orgasm, a fact that always bothered him and caused him to doubt his own abilities. Maybe she was right.. Four months earlier Mike was transferred to the same town Ted and Cindy lived in and Alicia came into town each weekend while they tried to sell their house and she tried to find a new job. Cindy knew who Alicia was, but she didn't seem to mind when he invited her and her husband over to the house for dinner. As it turns out the four had a great time and they had lots in common. The two couples got together every other week for a couple of months. Ted and Alicia were on the brink of doing something they would regret when Alicia mentioned one evening that she had always wanted to try swinging. Everyone laughed and the uncomfortable idea and it was dropped. That night Cindy told Ted that she might be willing to give it a try, if he wanted to as well. Ted mentioned this to Alicia and she began to work on Mike. Unbeknownst to Alicia, Mike was quite taken with Cindy. He immediately agreed to the idea. They decided to get together the next weekend when Alicia got back in town. There was a code word if anyone got uncomfortable and everyone agreed to use condoms at all times. Cindy also made it clear, this was a ONE time thing. They would never be a second time, everyone had to agree. When Alicia and Mike arrived they were clearly nervous, as were Ted and Cindy. Ted and Alicia had been together in college so this was going to be like old times for them. But for Cindy, who had never been with another man, this was going to be like walking on Mars. Mike had been beaten down for so long he was unsure of himself, but keenly interested in Cindy for some reason. The couples paired off and talked. Soon Alicia and Ted found there way to one of the bedrooms and began where they left off ten years before. For Mike and Cindy it was much slower going. Cindy was kind of hurt seeing Alicia and Ted walk away. She looked at Mike and realized that he was really quite attractive. She wondered why Alicia was willing to let him go so easily. Finally, curiosity got the better of Cindy and she leaned forward and gave Mike a kiss. He responded and soon they were groping one another like a couple of high school kids. Mike couldn't believe his luck. Cindy was tall, slender and dark. Her eyes were green and her breasts were much bigger than Alicia's. Cindy smelled great too. Cindy placed her hand on Mike's crotch and felt his cock bulging through his pants. She then stood up, took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They stood in front of each other, both nervous as hell, and began undressing. First Cindy took her top off and then her skirt. Mike removed his shirt and then his pants. Next Cindy removed her bra. Mike reached to touch one of her breasts. It had been so long since he felt a breast bigger than an A cup. He ran his finger over the nipple as it got hard. Cindy then removed her panties revealing her shaved pussy. Mike's underwear hardly hid his erect penis and when he removed them Cindy was surprised. Cindy realized how much bigger Mike's penis was compared with her husband. It was almost an inch wider in diameter and almost two inches longer. She was mesmerized by it. She took his hand and they climbed into the bed. He took his time with her and when she was lubricated he slipped his bare cock inside of her. It was so much bigger than her husbands. She gasped when the tip passed the entrance to her womb and when his full length was inside of her she gasped again feeling the pressure of his penis in her belly. Mike's shoulders were wide and she felt a little overwhelmed. He had her pinned down with each thrust of his hips. His penis felt different than her husband. First as it penetrated her it pressed against her clitoris causing stimulation, as it pulled out the reverse pressure relieved the stimulation; this in and out stimulation was building with each cycle. Second, his penis must have been two inches longer and when was completely inside of her the tip of his penis caused a pressure she could only associate with her belly. To accommodate his additional length she arched her back and lifted her knees. Once she positioned herself to accept the fact that he was bigger than her husband, Mike was able to go deeper and deeper. He was in virgin territory, and Cindy realized that by accommodating him the stimulation on her clitoris changed again. The pressure was slightly less, but the stimulation was longer and steadier. Look up into his eyes she smiled for the first time. She ran her hands across his chest, over his arms and then down to his bottom and with a light touch she pulled him ever so deeper inside of her. She felt completely out of control. This man had her completely helpless, there was nothing her tiny frame could do stop him even if she wanted to. It was so refreshing after years with the same man, she had no idea what she was missing. Just then a familiar feeling washed over her, she was about to have an orgasm. The only way she had EVER had an orgasm was on top, Ted could never get her to climax in the missionary position. Cindy spoke softly, "Mike... I am about to have an orgasm, please don't stop." Mike responded by offering that she didn't have to worry, he wasn't going to stop. Her head tilted to the side as her clit began to pulse. The pulsation, combined with the stimulation created a wave of pleasure unlike anything she had felt before. When she was on top she had to concentrate on the motion causing the orgasm to be weaker and shorter in duration. This one just continued to build. She began to squirm as she didn't think she could take it if it continued. Her movement just intensified the feelings. She arched her back even more and with each thrust Mike became more excited. Seeing Cindy in such pleasure was a sight he had not seen in years. With Alicia he could never satisfy her. Mike saw the effect he was having on Cindy, she was writhing with pleasure, her arched back accepting his thrusts, he took one arm and held her back almost lifting her off the bed with each additional thrust. He couldn't hold her up any more and laid her back down, still pounding her she seemed to be coming down from the high. Meanwhile, in the other room Ted was standing naked in front Alicia. He penis was fully erect and Alicia took it in her hand. She had not remembered how small he was. She knelt down in front of him and was able to put his entire cock into her mouth. After sucking on it for a few minutes she stood up and kissed him. She was starting to remember why she liked Ted so much back in school, he made her feel good about herself. Her breasts were smaller than the other girls, her hips were a little wider, her red hair was the source of ridicule when she was younger. Pushing Ted back on the bed Alicia positioned herself over his cock. She slid down on his undersized penis and began to ride him. Ted looked into her eyes and began telling her how much he had missed her, how fabulous she looked and how big a mistake he had made letting her go so many years ago. Soon he was ejaculating inside of her, both realizing he was not using protection as he did. Just as he came Alicia began to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. She remembered that she would often cum when she fucked Ted and she wanted to see if she could again. In the other room Mike had just brought Cindy to a place she had never been sexually. His penis dived in virgin territory and having a man on top of her bring her to orgasm was amazing. She didn't think it was possible. Just as she relaxed, Mike's continued motion caused her to have another wave. In a louder, more exciting voice, "Mike I don't believe it, but I am about to have another one, can you keep going?" With this news Mike's penis got harder and his resolve to hold back his own climax was emboldened. Cindy couldn't count the number of orgasms she had, but she could see Mike was losing steam. She took her hands, placed then on his bottom and began helping him with each stroke. She then said, "Mike I want you to cum, cum inside of me." She and Ted had stopped using protection a couple of months before, but she knew that she was safe right now. Mike asked, "are you sure? I can pull out." Cindy quickly responded, "No, no its alright, please cum, cum inside of me, it is safe right now." With that Mike quickly fired a shot of hot semen inside of her. Cindy could feel the pulse of his penis and the warmth of the semen. His cocked filled her so completely that by second pulsation she could feel some of his cum dripping down to her anus. He shot five more significant loads inside of her and by the end the bed below her was completely soaked with semen. She laughed and asked, "do you always cum that much?" Not really understanding the question chose to say, "Wow, Cindy that was great. That was the best sex I have had in years." Cindy cautiously offered, "Mike, you were great, thank for taking your time with me. Don't tell Ted I told you, but he has never been able to bring me to orgasm like you did." She knew she said too much almost immediately. Back in the other room Alicia was riding Ted again, this time concentrating on having an orgasm. Very quickly she was able to have not just one, but two orgasms before Ted ejaculated inside of her again. She was very fertile and the chance that Ted might have impregnated her crossed her mind more than once. She wanted his semen inside of her as much as she wanted him. When she was done she laid next to Ted and told him how she felt about him. She explained that she wanted him not just for one night, but forever. She was in love with him and had been in love since they first made love. She asked him to call her the next day. After it was all over and Cindy and Ted had a chance to talk, Ted claimed that the fantasy was far better than the reality, he had enjoyed making love (and he was making love) to Alicia, but he still loved his wife. He told Cindy that he was very lucky to be with her and that this only made him more sure of his feelings for her – he was certain of his feelings for her, but he was not certain of his feelings for Alicia. For Cindy she was confused. Mike had definitely showed her a part of her she didn't know, a sexual side she never knew existed. For Ted she simply explained that it was strange being with a man besides him. She never really thought about having sex with anyone else and assumed she would only be with him for the rest of her life. She admitted that it was almost too much to process, having a strange man have his way with her. Ted explained that this was a one-time thing, they would follow the very same rule Cindy laid out when they first met. Ted was certain he would be with Alicia again, but for the next week he did not call her and for some reason he was not interested in having sex with Cindy. Cindy had masturbated a few time, each time she thought about Mike's cock inside of her and not her husband, but that was to be expected, right? Finally, they both were in the mood and planned to have sex on Friday night. After discussing it, they decided that they would hold off a few months with their plans to get pregnant and as a result Ted would wear a condom when they made love. This reminded Ted that he had made love to Alicia without protection, a fact that worried him greatly. Cindy wore her sexiest lingerie and as they began floor play she could not help but think about Mike. She helped him put on his condom, she was getting closer to ovulation and for some reason she didn't want to get pregnant right now. She had wanted to so badly just a couple of weeks before, but now the opposite feeling struck her. Ted quickly pulled her on top of him, but she said she wanted him on top. Surprised, he obeyed and began fucking her in the missionary position, a position Cindy had never preferred. She felt him slide inside in and out of her, but she didn't feel the pressure on her clitoris. She arched her back and moved her legs into position, but still, she could not feel the same sort of pressure on her clitoris that Mike was able to accomplish. Within minutes Mike ejaculated into the condom and rolled off of her. Laying flat on her back without satisfaction she began rubbing her clit. With each stroke she imagined Mike's penis penetrating her. She began to respond to her own touch and soon she was having her own orgasm. She woke up the next day and while she was sitting by herself at lunch she began punching Mike's number into her cell phone. One ring, two rings, "Cindy? Is that you? I am so glad you called." They arranged to meet that afternoon at his apartment. She showered, put on a flowery body scent and her white hose, with a garter belt, no panties and a white push-up bra. Instead of putting on clothes she put on her rain coat – she felt terribly silly, but completely turned on. Mike would not be confused by this message. By the time she got to Mike's she could feel the wetness accumulating on the raincoat from her pussy. She had no idea what she was doing. Was she really going to cheat on Ted? Was it really cheating? It was his idea in the first place. Thoughts were swirling through her head as she walked toward his door. She knocked on the door twice and almost immediately Mike opened the door. He laughed when he saw she was wearing a raincoat, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, what must his neighbors had thought. He stopped laughing when she took it off. Where as Alicia was short with small breasts and milky white skin, the woman who stood before him was stunning. Her skin was tan and glowing, the contrast between her skin and her white lingerie was perfect. Her lacey white push-up bra made her ample breasts seem even more luxurious. Her white garter belt rest snugly over her hips properly framing her exposed vagina. She was wear tall pumps, adding three inches to her already tall body. She was everything Alicia wasn't and best of all she wanted HIM! He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She was holding a condom in her right hand, she knew that he had to wear it because she was quite likely very fertile today. Leaning back on the bed, with her shoes still on, Mike undressed and climbed over her. He took in a deep breath and commented on how beautiful she smelled. He released the clasp on the front of her bra, releasing her breasts from their bindings, as they appeared, he noted how perfect they were and proceeded to kiss them. The way he was handling her made her blush. This man, who wasn't her husband, had led her to his bed effortlessly. She was completely under his control. She wanted him and he wanted her. Ted didn't cross her mind again. She raised her hand to give him the condom, but as she felt his penis press against her vagina and slowly penetrate her sopping wet lips she released to condom and rested her hand on his back to stead herself as he took her. She whispered that he needed to wear the condom, Mike obediently pulled out and put it on and quickly reinserted himself inside of her. She wasn't a virgin this time, she knew immediately what she was in for and tilted her pelvis to the exact position necessary to accept the full length of his shaft. The pressure on her clitoris was just as she remembered and now that she knew what was going to happen it became effortless. This time she wrapped her legs around his as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Just as she climaxed she could feel his shoot his load inside of the condom. Mike failed to mention that he really needed a larger size condom, this small rubber would not be able to contain his semen without breaking. She squeezed him with her legs and help him close to her body and she kissed him. On only the second thrust the condom, stretched too thin around his penis and now full of his seed, ruptured allowing his semen to fill her once again. She could feel his semen inside of her and soon it was leaking from her vagina and spilling over her anus. With her tongue in his mouth, legs wrapped around his and his cock in her vagina, she thought about his sperm filling her womb. He was so strong, so big, she was sure that he had impregnated her out of sheer force if nothing else. His movements slowed as he had spent all of his semen inside of her and soon his root rested against her as his penis became flaccid. He laid on top of her kissing her for a few minutes and finally rolled off of her. She noted that the condom broke, but decided that there was nothing they could do now. Mike didn't say anything. After a time she removed her stockings and garter and knelt next to Mike. He was on his back dozing a little, his penis was soft laying on its side. She put her hair over her shoulder as she leaned over his pelvis, with one hand she cupped his balls and with the other she lifted his penis to her lips. Lightly at first she kissed it, then touching softly with her tongue and soon she was sucking the tip. Mike opened his eyes and began caressing her hair as she began to taste his semen on his cock. She proceeded to lick the underside of his shaft and as she did he got hard. With that she started feeling dampness between her own legs. Hopping out of bed, Cindy ran to her purse and grabbed another one of Ted's condoms. Mike simply asked, "why bother now?" Cindy responded, "we shouldn't take a chance if we don't have to." As she rolled the condom on his penis he realized that these must have been Ted's condoms. Mike wondered why Cindy didn't realize that they were stretching past their limit. Again, he didn't bother to say anything. She straddled him and positioned herself over his cock. It was hard enough that it stood straight up meeting her vagina as she began to lower herself on to him. This was her first time on top of Mike, he had always taken control and she was curious how he would like her being on top. With Cindy riding him he had a great view of her tits from below. They were bouncing slowly up and down. The sight of them got him ever so much harder. If she wasn't careful her cervix would land on top of the tip of his cock and she would wince. But the good part of it was she would say, "God you are so big, I have to be more careful." Feeling Mike inside of her was different when she was on top. The walls of her vagina seemed to be stretched to their limit. Her clitoris was vibrating from the up and down motion, but the pressure she experienced when he was on top was gone. Shortly thereafter the condom gave out, breaking at the top and freeing Mike's cock allowing him to come in direct contact with Cindy's vagina. She felt so good he smiled. Bigger Bites of Taboo Apples My indoctrination into Lesbianism Author's note: My email address at the end of each chapter of Starters Only was wrong, so I have no idea how much, or what sort of feedback I received on those chapters. This has been corrected, so anyone who reads this (and has also read the previous part) please let me know what you think of this so far. JL Main character’s admonishment: If you find yourself becoming lost while reading this, my English Literature Teacher advice is that you go back and read part one (Starters Only). I refuse to re-hash what you should have studied, instead of impulsively jumping ahead. Anxiously awaiting my 1st Slut… School, the following Monday, was sheer hell for me. I kept waiting for the all-knowing glances from some of my students, or the telltale whispering between them, even some crude remarks made to me from one of them concerning my weekend’s double taboo transgressions. However, nothing of the sort came my way. Not even so much as a quizzically raised eyebrow. Apparently, D’bone hadn’t so much as hinted to his friends that he had spent the entire weekend with his hard black cock filling and refilling his English Lit teacher’s burgeoning white slut mouth with his delicious cum, or shooting his hot cum deep into her eagerly receptive cunt, or fucking in and out of her willingly offered, nasty-slut asshole. And, if anyone knowing that all this had taken place in my home (with my nearly a-sexual Economics Professor husband conveniently out of town) wouldn’t have been damaging enough for a supposedly straight-laced, White teacher, then the mutual pee games the two of us had playfully indulged in would have had me behind bars—with the key melted down—in less time then it would have taken for me to even bother denying it. I was extremely grateful for Darnell’s prudent discretion… at least on my behalf. I also admired his intestinal fortitude. Think of what it took for him to be so adultly discrete. A healthy, young, American guy, not regaling his friends with the gory details of how he had spent the weekend turning one of their white teachers into an insatiable black-cock slut… Not bragging to his cohorts about accomplishing something of such degrading magnitude, you will have to agree, has to be totally unthinkable to libidinous male psyche. In fact, the only incident that clearly showed me that I wasn’t the only aware of what had transpired was Darnell stopping at my desk at the end of my last class and—in a voice loud enough for all to hear—asking me if I would still be here when football practice was over, and could he stop in and maybe clarify a disturbing point he had concerning Othello. Of course I would still be here; for all intense and purposes, D’bone had just told me to be. Fighting back an all-too-reveling blush, I answered that I had some papers to grade and that I could just as easily work on a lesson plan here as I could at home, so “Yes” I would be available to answer any questions he might have about one of Shakespeare’s most inspiring works. That was the sort thing any good teacher was supposed to do. To his credit, D’bone didn’t even smirk when he thanked me, then turned and walked out of the room. I, on the other hand, had a serious problem that required a quick trip to the faculty ladies restroom. The crotch of my panties was more than damp; it was very nearly wringing wet. Standing less than three feet from me, the heady scent of my young black possessor, plus the possibility of his reveling the identity of who he had in mind for my next taboo transgression had caused that. If I continued on this illicit course and became any more of an insatiable slut than I already was for irresistible D’bone, I would have to start wearing a double thick sanitary pad inside my panties to school every day, not just those times of the month when I actually needed them for their intended purpose. By 6:00, I had finished grading the papers and had worked up a lesson plan for the following week, and still no Darnell. I got up from my desk and went to the window. How long could football practice take, anyway? I nervously glanced at my watch. Another ten minutes and D’bone could just go fuck himself. No, I’d still be here at midnight, waiting for Darnell to show. I was too afraid of what D’bone could revel about us if I wasn’t here when he waltzed in. I was also far too curious about who he intended to pair me with so we could entertain him with some hot and sweaty lesbian intimacy. D’bone sauntered into the room at quarter after 6:00 and closed the door behind him. “Miss me, Slut?” My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. “Do you mean all day long, or only while you were at practice?” He crossed the room and nonchalantly shoved his hand up under my sweater. “Missed my sweet black cock that much, huh?” he said groping one of my tits. I grabbed his hand, but didn’t attempt to make him removed it. “Damn it, D’bone, someone could see you doing this to me, and…” “Ain’t no one ‘cept us left in the building, Diane. I made real sure of it ‘fore I came up here.” He worked his hand underneath my brassier and tweaked the rock hard nipple. “And the night janitors don’t get here till at least 10:00.” The way he was mauling my tit felt so good my pussy was leaking down the insides of my quaking legs. “Even still,” I weakly protested, “here in front of the window, someone might look up and see us, and…” For a heart-stopping moment, I could see in D’bone’s eyes that he was seriously contemplating continuing this right here in front of the window, where anyone looking up would be able to clearly see a black student feeling up his white teacher, and that she wasn’t doing anything to stop him. Grabbing a handful of my bra, he snapped, “Follow me, Teach,” Using the bra like a halter, he led me over to the door, locked it and led me back over to the desk. “Just like in the garage, Slut,” he instructed, “assume the position.” D’bone was going to fuck me right here, in school, at my desk. Not that I was against D’bone taking what was rightfully his, but… “Here!” “Now!” D’bone commanded. Over the weekend, I had become D’bone’s to use, as he wanted, when he wanted, and where he wanted. I had no choice and obediently prostrated myself on my desk for my young black possessor. He pulled up my skirt and chuckled. “No panties.” He slapped both of my asscheeks. “Naughty, Teacher. Naughty, Teacher.” “They were… They were soaking wet,” I meekly explained. “I… My pussy was running so badly after you left, that I had to take them off. They… They’re in my purse.” He laughed. “So, you got a pussy that smells like pussy and now you got a purse that smells like pussy.” His hand shot between my legs. “Damn, you weren’t kidding.” He plunged three fingers into my sopping cunt. “Like stickin’ ‘em into a tube of hot oil.” I was becoming lost to my rapidly escalating lust. I wanted to tell him to pull them out, but what came out of my mouth was, “Don’t stop. Pleeeeese, don’t stop!” D’bone wasn’t about stop. Thank God! “You’ll never guess who I got lined up for you to give your lezzie cherry to, Teach,” he said as he finger fucked me. “Go on, try and guess.” “Julie!” was the only name that came to mind. “Naw. Julie’d do it, no question there, but she ain’t good enough… not for your first time.” He worked his fingers deeper, harder, and faster in my hot, oily cunt. “Try again.” I was close to cumming and holding on to the desk as tight as I could was hard enough to accomplish, let alone think. “Patty!” I finally gasped. Patty was the only other girl in school I could think of who might not mind some hot lezzie action with a teacher. “Patty Pee!” D’bone snorted. “She’s okay for some really freaky entertainment, but that’s about all. No, Slut, I got someone real special already lined up for you.” My cunt muscles clamped down around D’bone’s thrusting fingers and I no longer cared whom my impending lesbian affair would take place with, or even where. What I wanted to know most of all right then was, “When?” D’bone laid himself across my arched back. “In just about an hour from… right… NOW!” He thrust his fingers into me hard and I came violently. He held me there, with his fingers buried in my spasming cunt until my vaginal convulsions began to lessen, before slowly—excruciatingly slowly—extracting them. I relaxed my death grip on the desk and sank to the floor. D’bone had finger fucked me better than I could ever finger fuck myself. Or, maybe it was simply having someone else masturbating me, instead of doing it myself. Either way, I couldn’t have agreed more when I heard him say, “That should get you sufficiently warmed up, Diane.” I was more than sufficiently warmed up for any FUCKING thing D’bone might care to throw my way. He waved his slimy fingers in front of my face. “Now, clean up this mess you made, and let’s get to it. We don’t want to keep your first piece of lezzie ass waitin’, do we?” After dutifully licking his fingers clean of my vaginal secretions, I shakily got to my feet, opened the bottom drawer of my desk, and grabbed my purse. “No, we certainly do not want to keep her waiting,” I said as I purposely led the way to the door. I was so far gone by then that I didn’t want to postpone meeting the person who was going to be my very first piece of hot lesbian ass any longer than was absolutely necessary to get to wherever she was located. “She” turns out to be the most unexpected of all… Where my first lesbian tryst would take place was settled when Darnell got in the passenger seat of my car and instructed me to drive straight home. “But, what if Edwin’s come home early?” I reasoned as I backed out of my parking place. “Drop me off at the corner and I’ll come down the alley,” Darnell said after a long moment’s thought. “If your husband’s not there, kill the lights and leave the back door open and go on in the house.” “And if he is?” I asked, peeling out of the empty parking lot. “If he’s home, then make some excuse for needing to go right back out. Drive around to the alley and we’ll go find someplace else for you to eat your first pussy.” So, whoever she was, she would be waiting in the alley for Darnell and his experimenting teacher to let her in. “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,” I snickered. “Something I learned from my father,” Darnell responded. “If you don’t have a backup plan already in place when the primary strategy goes right in the crapper, then you best be able to think fast and loose on your feet.” I had seen our nimble-footed Assistant DA in action and that sounded exactly like a useful piece of advise he would pass on to his only son. I dropped Darnell at the corner and was anxiously pressing the control button for the garage door half way down the block. The garage door went up and the interior light came on just as I pulled into the driveway. Seeing that Edwin’s car wasn’t in the garage, I let out the deep breath I had been holding for nearly a block. I hit the down button, bolted from the car, killed both the interior and outside lights, opened the back door, then went in the house, leaving the connecting door to the kitchen open behind me. D’bone hadn’t said whether he wanted me still dressed, or stark naked when he brought “her” in, so I decided to play this half way in between. My sweater was already being pulled over my head as I hurried up the stairs. I pitched it into the closet and kicked my pumps in after it as I yanked down the zipper of my skirt. It and my bra quickly followed. I dashed into the bathroom and gave myself a cursory sponge bath—my face, under my arms, mopping up the wet mess that was my sorely-in-need pussy—and dapped on some expensive perfume for my “date”. It was an expensive brand that I only used for very special occasions. And I do think my first excursion into lesbianism qualified as a being VERY special occasion. Of course, I was assuming that whoever “she” was, she would be one of the students. But “she” could just as easily be another white woman D’bone could very well be banging the livin’ shit out of. She could even be another teacher. This last possibility I found more than mildly intriguing as I adjusted the lighting in the bedroom to a soft, mellow glow, then retrieved my filmy negligee from the corner where it had ended up sometime Saturday night. I considered this new possibility as I slipped the negligee on and tied the satin bow at the throat—leaving my naked body exposed from there down. Several “possibilities” came to mind, but none of them could I picture myself being intimate with… not voluntarily, anyway. Not that I would have any choice in the matter. Once Darnell and “she” entered the house, D’bone—not “she” or I—would be calling the shots in whatever transpired after they entered the bedroom. I was reclining as seductively as I knew how in the middle of the bed when I heard noise coming from the kitchen—the solid thump of the connecting door to the garage being closed and the distinctive snap of the bolt being thrown. There was some fumbling around, someone bumping into something, a muffled laugh, the sound of a chair being slid back from the kitchen table. Then hushed voices were coming up the stairs—Darnell’s, and someone else’s; a much softer voice… that sounded strangely familiar. Darnell’s dark form appeared in the doorway. “Like the setup,” he commented. “It’s pure-D sexy, Diane.” I was about to thank him when I heard a startled gasp in the hall. “Damn… damn you, Darnell! You… you should have told me whose house this was. God FUCKING damn you!” I sat bolt upright. That voice was no longer “strangely” familiar; it was VERY familiar, and the profanities she was spewing at Darnell were none I had ever heard come from her always-polite mouth. “Chantel?” My nipples were instantly hard and aching terribly. My pussy was leaking seriously this time. My heart was racing out of control. Chantel was the last girl I would have ever suspected of something like this, but I could think of no one with whom I would so willing want to have a lesbian affair. Chantel was, undeniably, the most strikingly attractive girl in school. Every boy in school—and most of the male teachers as well—hungrily followed Chantel with his eyes, if not bodily, around campus. And I couldn’t blame any of them one bit. Nineteen years old, tall and willowy—5’ 8”, 5’ 9”, maybe 120 pounds, with the face of an angle, raven-black hair, a flawless complexion that was a creamy mocha-caramel, a model’s bearing—though not a model’s emaciated figure, with a regal grace about her—Chantel was the aloof, sophisticated vision of every boy’s wet dream come to life. And now mine, too. But that wasn’t all there was to Chantel; she also had the brains to go along with her classic beauty. Having started school much later than she should have—8 1/2 was what was listed in her transcript—she had caught up fast, skipping several grades, and had been only a year older than the majority of her woefully inept peers upon graduation. An exemplary student, who ravenously devoured extra work and begged for more; four years at the very top of the Dean’s list in high school with a consistent 4.0 GPA, a cheerleader and co-captain of the college’s volleyball team, invariably the female lead in the school plays—who somehow managed to sandwich in four nights a month voluntarily manning a phone at the Rape Crisis Center, Chantel was not only the college’s, but MY most prized student. What in God’s name she was doing here at this small, nothing community college, instead of showing everyone that she had everything it takes to make the grade at a major university was more puzzling to me than why Edwin couldn’t fathom the reason why “supposedly catastrophic” Y2K had turned out to be such minor fizzle. “Chantel?” I barely managed to croak out. “Is that you out there, Chantel?” “Ohhh, God!” I heard her moan. “I ought to kick you right in the fucking balls, Darnell!” I heard her body slump against the wall. “I think I’m going to be sick.” For the first time, I saw real worry come to Darnell’s eyes. He had dealt the cards in this salacious game, but had he overplayed his hand? One of us had to take control of this embarrassing situation and they had to do so quickly, or risk having unnervered Chantel unintentionally spill the beans. As illogical as it sounded inside my head, even more painful to me would be missing out on what Chantel looked like underneath the rather plain clothes she normally wore to school. I was the adult here; it would be up to me to take control. I cleared my throat and closed my negligee. “Chantel? Chantel, I want you to come in her, dear.” “I can’t, Mrs. Chapel,” she whispered back. “Knowing… knowing it’s you, I… I just can’t come in there.” “Please?” My heart stopped while I waited for her reply. Finally, her angelic face peered around the door jam. As usual, her raven hair was held back from her face in a tight bun at the upper back of her head, secured in place by her customary white barrette. I smiled and held out my hands to her. “As you can see, I am tastefully attired—given the circumstance, and I promise you that not one single thing untoward will happen in here without your explicit, and unequivocal, permission.” Chantel took a hesitant step into the room and my breath caught in my throat. Instead of the long skirts and bulky sweaters I had always seen wearing her in my classes, Chantel was attired as the most desirable sex goddess imaginable—a short waisted, long sleeve, white cashmere sweater that showed her belly button and didn’t hide, but actually accentuated her rounded breasts; a micro-mini white wool skirt that just barely concealed her buttocks; and white, open-toed platform sandals with what appeared to be 4” stiletto heels, which did marvelous things for her dancer’s legs. “My Lord!” I wheezed. “Chantel, your outfit is absolutely breath taking.” And that was putting it mildly. If Chantel ever showed up at school dressed like this, there would be a lethal outbreak of terminal hardon, and there would be no telling how many pairs of severely wet panties would be going home in other girl’s—and female teachers—purses. “Please, turn around so I can get the full affect.” With a whimsical cock of her head, Chantel slowly pirouetted in a full circle. I had been wrong concerning the length of her short skirt; the bottom portions of both of her nicely rounded buttocks were clearly visible when she had her back to me. ”Once more, Mrs. Chapel?” she asked with a coquettish lilt in her voice. “Chantel, you could do that all night long and you still have a totally captivated fan when the sun comes up.” I motioned with my hands. “But, please, move into the light so I can see you even better. Please?” Chantel took a couple of steps further into the room and stopped a couple of feet from the bed. My eyes slowly traveled from her face, down her body to her blood-red toenails, then even more slowly back up again. “If you want to turn and walk right out of here, there will be no hard feelings, Chantel. I’m satisfied that I have seen a vision of the most desirable creature on this planet.” The light in Chantel’s dark eyes couldn’t have been any brighter if she had just been elected a member of Mensa and handed the keys to Vassar. “Is that what you want me to do, Mrs. Chapel?” she asked softly. “Turn around and walk out of here?” “Good… God… NO!” The smile she returned to my nearly shouted exclamation went beyond captivating; it owned me… body and sole. “Then… I won’t.” Chantel turned slightly and sat on the edge of the bed. I could smell her perfume. I couldn’t place the alluring fragrance, but whatever she was wearing, it was a lot more expensive than the cheap toilet water I had splashed on my own merger excuse for a woman’s body. I could also smell Chantel beneath her perfume. It wasn’t the sweetish smell of a girl, or even that of a blossoming teenager, but the unmistakable scent of a mature young woman. Bigger Alicia had even seduced her OBGYN telling him how her boyfriend liked to watch. At her eight month check up she and Ted went to the doctor and once she was in the stirrups he unzipped his pants and fucked her on the exam table while Ted watched. For the next several nights the doctor came to the house and fucked Alicia. He had a thing for pregnant women – imagine that. Finally, just a week before the baby was due Alicia did the unthinkable, she asked Mike to come over. Mike had no idea why he was coming over, but it soon became apparent what Alicia wanted. He was strangely attracted to his ex-wife. He was even more excited about fucking the mother of Ted's child in front of him. Ted pulled out his huge penis and began fucking Alicia as Ted watched. Alicia began to tell Ted how much bigger he was than Ted. How much she missed his huge cock. How jealous she was of Cindy. How she had made a mistake letting him go. How she wished her baby was his. Then Alicia began to have an orgasm, something she had never had with Mike. Mike could see that Alicia was cuming and he smiled. Just then an earsplitting noise came from the other side of the room. Ted shot himself in the head, he was dead...