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The Practice Ch. 01

By: wafflecone111



 All characters are 18 years of age or older, no exceptions.

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Jordan was in his last year of high school, and thankfully he'd made it without too much embarrassment and strife. He thought about this as he sat waiting in the front office of the school, his gaze settling on the yearly school calendar. Only five more months and he would be out of high school for good. It had all gone pretty well for him in school. He smiled. He was going to make it to college without incident. His thoughts drifted to the one time that his high school career had nearly ended in disaster. His smile faded.

It happened in the locker room, only a month previous.

Jordan had finished with soccer practice and had gone to the locker room to change before leaving the school grounds for the day. Usually he would just wear his soccer uniform home, but that day he wasn't going home. He was going to his friend Mark's house, and Mark's older sister was incredibly hot and available. Jordan didn't feel like showing up all sweat stains and body odor, so he began to change into his jeans and tshirt. He noticed that his body odor was particularly pungent that day. Did he dare shower in the school locker room?

Nobody ever showered in the school locker room. It simply never happened, at least to Jordan's knowledge. He wasn't even sure if the locker room showers worked. 

Jordan looked around. There was nobody in the whole of the large locker room except for him. The place was quiet. The coach's office was dark, and the door was closed. It was as good a time as any. Jordan stripped down to his boxers and walked back to the shower. He stepped behind the low tiled wall and reached up to the first water knob. With a twist, the nearest shower head sputtered to life and a violent stream of hot water shot onto the floor. He whipped off his boxers, jumped into the shower and rinsed off. It only took him a minute, and he was reaching for the knob to turn the water off, but then something happened. Unwittingly he moved so that his penis was directly in the stream of high-pressure water. It felt amazing. He just could not turn the water off and lose this incredible sensation. His penis began to swell, and before he knew it he was fully erect.

In the locker room shower. At school.

If anyone had come in the locker room, they would have noticed that Jordan was back there in the shower, but they would not have seen his erection unless they walked back and peered at him over the wall. He was reasonably safe from being caught in the act of catching a bit of action from the locker room shower. So, with this bit of confidence in his surroundings, Jordan let the high pressure stream of hot water pleasure him unlike anything had ever done before. 

Jordan still remembered what it felt like. Since that time, he had figured out a way to make his own shower head at home produce such a high-pressure stream, and it had given him no end of sexual ecstasy. Still, there was something about the thrill of doing it in the school locker room that made the memory stick with him. 

The part that made Jordan cringe every time he remembered that day, was what happened next. As the water continued to crash against his swollen penis, his discretion and watchfulness dwindled. It was only important now that the anxiety and tension of his predicament be relieved by his impending orgasm. It was happening fast. He began to twist and writhe uncontrollably as the intense sensation caused him to come. He clutched his madly throbbing penis and held it under the forceful stream of water as his semen was ejected from him. He suddenly felt a great fright at the thought of being discovered. He shut the water off quickly, pulled his boxers up and over his stubborn erection and made for his locker again.

There, standing in the walkway between the two banks of lockers, was the school janitor.

Jordan lost a lot of sleep over the incident in the following month, but it seemed that the janitor hadn't mentioned the admittedly humorous situation to anyone. Jordan had been embarrassed beyond belief after the incident, but also thankful that the janitor had seemed to take pity on him. Jordan never heard anything about it from anyone. Besides, the janitor hadn't really seen anything, had he? Still, the memory of that day caused Jordan to toss and turn at night. 

He remembered all of this, and unconsciously Jordan crossed his legs as he waited in the school's reception lounge. He waited there for the principal, Ms. Bisbee. He was to help arrange the next meeting of the Special Needs Assistance Program (SNAP). The students had created the club to help developmentally disabled kids with their studies. Jordan had joined up because he thought it would be fun, and there were quite a few cute girls in the club that he wanted to get to know.

Finally, after Jordan had waited almost ten minutes, Ms. Bisbee walked out of her office and greeted him. Ms. Elena Bisbee was the type of principal that every school wanted. She was loved by the students, parents and faculty alike for her sunny demeanor and dedication to the school. Her clothing was always colorful, her shoes always sneakers, and her red felt hat was always on her head. She was the fun principal. She was almost tall enough to be considered tall, thin and had a near constant, pleading smile that could only be described as cordial. Approachable to a fault, that was Ms. Bisbee.

"Well, Jordan, it looks like we're meeting at my house today." Ms. Bisbee announced to Jordan as he stood to greet her. "The others are all headed over there, so why not hop in my car and we'll get going?"

It was a half an hour after school was out on a Friday, so there were very few people left on campus. Jordan and Ms. Bisbee walked together out the front entrance and down the steps to the faculty parking lot. Ms. Bisbee's older white Cadillac Coupe De Ville sat waiting for them. Jordan opened the passenger door and slid into the sumptuous leather seat. The interior of the car was warmed by the sunlight and quite comforting. Without saying much, Ms. Bisbee got in, turned the key in the ignition and put the car in reverse. She put her right arm around behind Jordan's seat as she backed out of the parking space gently.

As Jordan rode along in Ms. Bisbee's car, she asked him about his day at school. Jordan didn't have much to tell, but soon he found himself wrapped up in conversation with the woman anyway. She seemed very interested in his plans after high school, and they talked about college. Ms. Bisbee's driving was surprisingly brisk, and Jordan was amazed at how she covered the miles between the school and her house with speed and ease. He caught himself admiring her strong yet slender and feminine hands as they worked the steering wheel. Her fingernails were painted light yellow. 

The sun dropped behind a cloud. For the first time that day, Jordan noticed the clouds in the sky to the west. They were dark. Storm clouds.

"Looks like rain." Jordan remarked, pointing towards the wall of gray in the sky.

"It certainly does." Ms. Bisbee replied. "I thought we weren't supposed to get any of that until tomorrow."

Ms. Bisbee's house was a good twenty minute drive from the school, out on a quiet country backroad. It was a very large, very old and very beautiful home. Ms. Bisbee pulled the car into the driveway and parked. There were no other cars there.

"Well," She clucked as she pulled the keys from the ignition. "I guess we beat everybody."

Jordan sat quietly looking around the yard and at the house from his passenger seat. Ms. Bisbee let him look for a minute. Soon, Jordan realized the two of them had been sitting in silence for what seemed like several minutes. He turned and looked at Ms. Bisbee. She smiled that eager, willing smile of hers that seemed to beg for his smile in return. She tilted her head slightly and her eyes pleaded for his happiness. Jordan was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was alone with his principal in her car, at her house. Jordan smiled at her, feeling overwhelming comfort and awkwardness at the same time.

"Let's go inside, I've got to get set up for our meeting." She said simply.

The two of them stood under the brick archway outside the front door as Ms. Bisbee found her keys and opened the front door. Inside, there was a hallway with more closed doors. The one to the right was a glass paneled door with a lock of its own. Ms. Bisbee unlocked this and stepped inside the room. Jordan followed.

It looked more like a business than a home. Everything in the front room was neat and orderly, but not without the comfort of a home furnished by years of antique shopping.

"My ex-husband is a psychiatrist. This used to be his practice. I never thought to change it because it works so well for company and PTA meetings." She explained. "Please, have a seat. I need to go turn the heat on in the basement and do a few other things."

Jordan sat on the old ornate couch and made himself comfortable. He looked around at all the decorum and furniture as Ms. Bisbee left him to attend to other things.

"There's a bathroom across the hall." She called out from somewhere else in the house. 

Jordan could hear her walking down some stairs somewhere. Soon there were more sounds, sounds of the furnace in the basement coming to life. Sounds of the old house beginning to heat up. He did need to use the restroom, so he stood and was going for the hallway when some pictures on the mantel caught his attention. Jordan's friend had told him once that Ms. Bisbee's daughter was really hot. There was a photo of a young girl in a frame above the fireplace. It was the largest photo there, and it must have been Ms. Bisbee's daughter. She was indeed very pretty.

Then Jordan's attention was drawn to a much smaller photo in a small silver frame. It was a black and white photo of Ms. Bisbee herself, but it had been taken when she was many years younger. Jordan thought she might have been his age in the picture, but he couldn't be sure. The image struck a chord with Jordan. In the photo, the young Ms. Bisbee had her hair down and was beaming that heartwarming smile of hers. She had been a very beautiful young woman, and the mere sight of the photograph stirred something in Jordan's loins.

He caught himself staring at the bewitching picture of a young Ms. Bisbee and tore himself away. He still needed to go to the bathroom. He crossed the hallway, glancing to his right to see back into the kitchen and dining area, and stairs leading to the second floor. Everything about the house was tastefully finished. The wood moulding around the walls was all stained or painted beautifully. The bathroom was quaint with old world fixtures and a small, stained glass window providing some natural light. Jordan closed the bathroom door and listened. There were soft, distant sounds throughout the house. Jordan could not be sure where Ms. Bisbee was in the house at the moment. He unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear and put the toilet seat up. For a moment he thought he wouldn't be able to go, because thinking about the photo of Ms. Bisbee had caused him to go half-erect, but he managed after a few moments. He pulled the old style chain flush handle on the toilet and rinsed his hands in the porcelain wash basin. When he left the bathroom and returned to the office, he found that Ms. Bisbee was sitting there in an armchair waiting for him.

"I called the other members." Ms. Bisbee said as Jordan sat down again. "It looks like there is a pretty nasty storm coming in after all. We may have to cancel."

Jordan was struck dumb for a moment by the sight of Ms. Bisbee without her hat. Her hair fell down around her shoulders in dazzling waves. For a moment, Jordan could see Ms. Bisbee as the beautiful young woman she had once been. In letting her hair down, she had transformed from the friendly Principal Bisbee to the strikingly beautiful Elena Bisbee.

"Huh," Jordan managed to reply. "Maybe I should call my parents?"

"I can give you a ride home, Jordan, don't you worry about that."

Jordan sat on the couch and looked around the room. "So, your husband was a psychiatrist? That's interesting. Did he deal with any abnormal cases or anything?" Jordan inquired.

Elena laughed. "Well, not really. There were quite a few patients of his that seemed pretty abnormal, but no outer limits stuff or anything."

Jordan stood and walked around the room, aware that Ms. Bisbee was watching his every move. He noticed an old pocket watch on the little desk in the corner. This piqued his interest.

"Did he ever hypnotize any of his patients?" Jordan asked boldly.

"Yes. He still does. He has a new practice up in Philly." Ms. Bisbee replied.

"That's so cool." Jordan exclaimed, sitting back down. "Did he ever hypnotize you?"

"Well, yes, actually." Ms. Bisbee answered "I used to be a psychologist for the school district before I became principal. I got to hypnotize my professor in college once."

"Wow." Jordan was impressed. "What's it like? Could you hypnotize me?"

Ms. Bisbee laughed again. "It is a lot like falling asleep, really." She explained. "And I'd have to ask your parents first or I could get in trouble for hypnotizing a student."

Jordan's curiosity wouldn't let up. "But I wouldn't tell anyone. You could hypnotize me just for a minute and bring be back."

Ms. Bisbee smiled. "You really like that idea, don't you?"

"It would be the coolest thing that ever happened to me!" Jordan declared.

"Well, I suppose it could be a learning experience." She gave him a sidelong look.

"Please? I promise not to tell."

"Oh," Ms. Bisbee said, standing and walking to the window. "I'm sure we could make it so that you never even remembered that you wanted to be hypnotized in the first place." She drew the lace curtains closed, darkening the room somewhat. As if on cue, the sound of thunder rolled in the distance. Elena walked over to the desk and picked up the pocket watch. She then resumed her seat across from Jordan.

"Now, I'm sure you think you know how this works, thanks to the movies. I'm afraid that's not really how hypnosis really works." She sat back and folded her hands in her lap. "If you will, lie down on the sofa and find something on the wall to look at. Focus on it and tell me when you're ready."

Jordan lay back on the sofa and looked around. His eyes came to rest upon a small crack in the plaster on the wall. "Ok." He said. "I found something."

"Now I want you to keep your eyes on it. Don't look away and listen only to my voice." Ms. Bisbee continued. "You are very comfortable, aren't you, Jordan?"

"Yes." Jordan answered simply.

"Very good." She went on. "Now, you are even more comfortable. You are sinking deeper and deeper into the sofa, hearing only the sound of my voice..."

After a few minutes of this, Jordan could hear Ms. Bisbee's voice, but he could no longer see the crack in the wall. Everything had gone black, and then the world was silent. Then, as quickly as he had lost consciousness, he was sitting upright on the sofa and Ms. Bisbee was smiling at him from her chair.

"What happened?" Jordan asked, puzzled.

"You were hypnotized for a few minutes." Ms. Bisbee explained. 

Jordan looked around the room, mystified. Outside the windows, the wind was picking up, tossing the trees from side to side. 

"Really?" Jordan wasn't convinced.

"Yes. What were you expecting? That I'd make you think you were a chicken or something?" Ms Bisbee laughed softly.

"No," Jordan seemed disappointed. "I guess I expected to feel different afterwards."

Ms. Bisbee stood and went to the window. She opened the curtains once more, letting daylight back into the room. "I'll be right back, just going to grab some refreshments for us and our guests if they should ever arrive." She left the room, and Jordan alone.

Jordan sat for a minute, listening. He could hear her footsteps going up the stairs out in the hallway. Once he was clear, he stood and waltzed back over to the mantle to stare into Ms. Bisbee's photograph. His heart fluttered once again. 

Jordan looked around the office and found himself at a bookshelf. There weren't many books on psychology, but Jordan did notice some old yearbooks from his school. He plucked the 1974 yearbook from its spot on the shelf and opened it. The hairstyles and clothing pictured within were enough to entertain Jordan, so he took the book and sat back down on the sofa. Jordan could hear the sounds of Ms. Bisbee singing and making tea down the hall. He thumbed through the yearbook quickly, searching for a photo of Ms. Bisbee. The pages fell open to somewhere near the back, and from out of the old pages fell a black and white photograph. It was a very old style photo with a white border and scalloped edges. Jordan picked it up and his jaw dropped. 

The photo was of Ms. Bisbee when she was very young. She was grinning at the camera, and wearing a bikini. The crotch of Jordan's pants suddenly grew tight and uncomfortable. The photo had been in the book for a long time. He was suddenly driven by the need to take the photo and hide it, keep it for his own. He stood, shoved the photo in his back pocket and resumed his position with the yearbook in his lap.

Ms. Bisbee returned after a while with a tray of tea and cookies.

"These were going to be for the group, but I guess we'll have to see how many we can eat between the two of us." She set the tray down on the small coffee table and smiled at Jordan. "I see you've found my old yearbook."

Jordan smiled. "Yeah. The school has changed so much. I can't believe the stuff you guys were wearing back then."

Ms. Bisbee sat down on the sofa next to Jordan and looked on as he flipped through the pages. "You probably won't recognize me, thank god." She said wryly.

But Jordan did recognize her. On the very next page full of senior photos, he spotted Elena Bisbee, third from the right and second row down. "Aha!" He exclaimed and pointed. In the photo, Elena had been wearing thick rimmed glasses and her hair was as long as ever. 

"Oh, drat!" She put her hand over the photo and laughed. "Nobody is supposed to see me with glasses on. Thank god for contact lenses."

"Hey, I was looking at that!" Jordan laughed and pulled the book away. When he did so, Ms. Bisbee's hand slid off of the page and onto his leg. Jordan had been struck with a bad case of the butterflies ever since she had sat down next to him on the sofa, and now they were swarming madly inside him. He blushed. Ms. Bisbee seemed perfectly content to leave her hand laying softly on Jordan's thigh. He continued turning pages in the yearbook, trying to act as if nothing was happening. There was, however, something happening in his pants. He was going erect, and Ms. Bisbee was sitting right there, touching him. He held the yearbook so that it was hiding his growing bulge from her sight.

As suddenly as it had happened, Ms. Bisbee slid her hand off of Jordan's leg. She swiveled in her seat and picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. Jordan looked up at her briefly, stole a glance at her as she was distracted with her tea. Then he went back to looking at the yearbook, pretending to be interested in it. The book was the only thing that was protecting him from embarrassment. His erection would not subside no matter how he tried to relax or think of something other than the woman sitting next to him on the couch. Jordan could smell her. She smelled lightly of perfume.

"Well, I don't think anyone is coming." Ms. Bisbee stood and went to the window again. "Maybe the storm knocked another tree down across the road."

Jordan looked up at her as she stood looking out at the stormy weather. Her body was slender, and her rear end was snug in her light yellow jeans. Jordan noticed for the first time that his principal had a nice butt, just as she turned back around.


The Practice Ch. 01



"Would you like to wait a bit longer?" She asked, smiling at him.

"Oh, uh..." Jordan shook his head. "Sure, I could stay a while." He said plainly. 

"We have tea, but I could make you some coffee if you like." Ms. Bisbee suggested.

"Sure, that would be great." Jordan replied. 

She left the room. Jordan stood and placed the yearbook back in its spot on the shelf. He needed very badly to look at the photo he had snuck into his pocket. Suddenly inspiration struck him: the bathroom.

Jordan glanced down the hall and ducked into the bathroom once more. He closed the bathroom door behind him and whisked the photo out of his pocket. Jordan instantly started to go erect again. He unfastened his pants with his free hand and forced them down, releasing his rising penis from his underwear. He simply had to stroke himself to the photo of Ms. Bisbee. She looked so sexy in her bikini. He would have given anything just then to be able to enter the photo and fuck her! His penis was so rigid that it ached. Jordan couldn't believe how huge and hard the photo had made him. He couldn't believe how uncontrollable his urge to commit this act of perversion was.

Through the hot frenzy of Jordan's depravity, he heard the sound of the bathroom door. He turned, as goosebumps spread over his body. The door was opening. The moment before Ms. Bisbee saw him standing there with his cock in one hand and her photo in the other seemed to last for an eternity. 

"Jordan!" Ms. Bisbee gasped loudly. 

Jordan froze for a moment before trying to cover his nakedness, hide the photo and turn away from the shocked Ms. Bisbee all at once. In his desperate reaction, he seemed to be unable to do either of these things. The photo fell, and with it, Ms. Bisbee's gaze. She looked down at the photo, up at Jordan's massively erect penis and then up into his terrified eyes.

"Jordan!" She said again, quieter this time.

Suddenly she had shut the door again. There was nothing else to do.

Jordan could not move. He stood there with his mouth wide open and his eyes blazing. His mind was all noise and the skin of his face blushed suddenly. He was in shock. Minutes passed. What could he do?

Eventually, Jordan emerged from the bathroom. He walked back to the couch and sat down, hands in his lap. He stared down at his hands.

"Jordan," Ms. Bisbee began from her spot at the window. "I am sorry for barging in on you. I had no idea you were in the bathroom. This is my fault."

Jordan was silent.

"I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed over this." She continued, turning to him. She sat down on the chair across from him.

"Jordan," Her voice was low. "It's OK. It's natural for boys your age. Don't worry."

Jordan looked up at her, scared out of his wits. He nodded and looked back down.

"I'm not mad at you, Jordan."

Jordan couldn't breathe. Ms. Bisbee slid off her chair and onto her knees before him. She took his hand and held it in her warm, loving hands. Jordan's goosebumps had goosebumps. His face went from pale to pink in moments.

"I didn't mean to upset you."

She rubbed the back of his hand with hers. It sent a chill up his back. He shivered.

"Jordan," She said quietly, "Please, I need to know that you're OK."

He was shaking uncontrollably as she ran her hands up his arm and back down again.

"Oh, Jordan," She sighed. "It's OK. I'm flattered that such a handsome young man would be so enamoured by my old picture. I want you to keep it if it means so much to you."

Jordan looked up at her then. His heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were full of kindness and love for him.

"Jordan, the only way I'm going to feel good about this is if you can tell me it's OK." She looked absolutely sincere when she said this. "Jordan, you just drink some tea, I'm going to go upstairs for a minute. I think I have something that can help."

Jordan nodded. He wasn't moving. Elena stood and walked from the room without another word. Jordan watched her go. And there he sat, trying to sip some tea, managing to swallow it. The tea was bitter but he felt it calming him. He sipped some more. He needed calm now, after what had happened. It had been the single most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to a man, he thought. Life would be all downhill from there. He had almost had the last sip from his cup, when he heard footsteps coming down the wooden stairs out beyond the doorway. They were loud footsteps. Louder than they had been. It sounded like...

Jordan's heart skipped a beat.

"Heels?" He whispered to himself. He had no one to exclaim it to, but the word just leapt out of his mouth.

Elena was coming down the stairs in heels. She had changed her shoes. Jordan looked up towards the doorway, teacup suspended in space. He would never take that last sip of tea.

There, bracing herself against the doorway wearing white high heeled shoes and a yellow bikini, was Elena Bisbee. She smiled at him. 

"Ever have one of your fantasies come to life, Jordan?"

Jordan could not move. Elena swung one leg forward and began to walk into the room, hypnotizing him for the second time with the action of her hips. Her legs were long and shapely. She stopped right in front of him and plucked the tea cup from his hand.

"I couldn't resist. I still had this old thing, and I didn't know if I'd ever get to wear it again." She said, stooping to place the cup back on its tray. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at him expectantly. "Well?"

Jordan's mouth had gone dry. He swallowed anyway. Her body was so close to him. He thought he could feel her heat. The heat from her naked body. His face was hot, and he could feel heat from her crotch on his face. "I..." he began, "you..." but could not continue.

"You're even cuter when you blush, Jordan." Elena bent her knees and squatted down before him, on hand on her knee and the other steadying herself on the sofa. "Now are you going to be a good boy and let me help you?"

Jordan couldn't even nod, but somehow his head nodded. Her hands moved to his knees and she pulled them apart. Then her hands ran up and down his thighs. A single spasm shook him, and then he was still. He could not believe the electricity being sent through his body from her touch. She was gentle, but firm. It seemed she knew just how much pressure to place on his body to make him dizzy. He wouldn't be able to stand up if she asked him to.

"I think I could help you a lot easier if you stood up, Jordan." Elena said.

Jordan stood awkwardly. Elena moved into a kneeling position before him. She ran her hands up his clothed body and underneath his shirt. Her hands were warm against his skin, and smoother than anything. 

"Good boy." She said, rubbing him softly. "Now, if it's okay with you," she popped the button on his jeans loose. "I'm going to take another look at that huge penis you have hiding in there. I figure it's only fair now that you've seen me in my bikini."

She unzipped him and looked up into his eyes, beaming.

"Oh, Jordan." She sighed. "I can't tell you how exciting it is to have a beautiful boy like you all to myself." 

She pulled his jeans down, letting them pull his underwear down partially. There was a telltale spot of moisture on the front of his briefs. Elena pulled the elastic out and down, letting the boy's cock grow freely. It grew before her eyes, until it stood nearly straight up.

"Oh Jordan." She put her hands to her chest, "My heart is fluttering! Your penis is absolutely gorgeous."

Jordan removed his shirt, getting ready for what he knew now was coming. He was going to have sex with a woman for the first time. His heart thumped in his chest, he could almost hear it.

Elena moved closer to him, wrapped her fingers around the back of his thighs, reached up with her brick red lipstick mouth and kissed the tip of his penis. She kissed it again, lower down the shaft. And again, lower. And again; kissing him all the way down to the base and up again. Then she opened her mouth and rubbed it against the shaft of him, gasping for air through her gaping lips, past his sweetly scented flesh. Her hands moved around in front and clasped onto his solid manhood. She caressed it and pressed it to her lips again, kissing him loudly.

"Such a beautiful boy!" 

Her voice came low and breathy. She kept repeating the phrase between kisses, and her hands explored his organs with outright fascination. She was lost in him. Jordan thought that someone could come in the room at that moment and Elena Bisbee would never notice. She continued fondling him, sending jolts of pleasure through his body as only an experienced woman knows how. Jordan watched her lovely face as she lost herself in her work.

Then she pulled his cock down from its lofty angle and set the tip on her extended tongue. Jordan knew what pleasure was when she squeezed his shaft and licked the tip wetly, exhaling loudly as she did so. She couldn't wait any longer though, and he watched as half of his penis disappeared into her mouth. Ecstasy took him then, and his hands went to the sides of her head. He almost pulled away, but caught himself and stayed still for her. He almost could not handle the feeling of the back of her tongue touching the head of his penis. Then he felt her lips tighten around his shaft, and with all manner of hungry, lustful noises, Elena began to pump her head back and forth. She sucked Jordan's stiff cock like it was all she had ever wanted.

Jordan began to gasp loudly, and found that it helped ease his tension. He moaned. That helped too. Soon he was more comfortable with the woman massaging his penis with her mouth. He watched her, his mind open and empty of anything but what was happening to him. Elena jerked his cock into her mouth, as if trying to jack him off while she sucked him. Jordan couldn't believe the sensations he was experiencing. He realized then that he wouldn't come, couldn't. It was too much. All of this was too much for him, and as rock hard as his penis was, he was too worked up to have an orgasm. Even so, Elena was having a field day with his cock, and he wasn't about to tell her to stop. Eventually it felt as if he had already finished, but his seven inch erection said otherwise. Elena moaned and moaned, and sucked loudly. Saliva ran down her cheeks, and down her chin...

"Ah!" She cried out. "I love it! Yes!" She sucked him deeply and pulled away again. "Oh god, Jordan, I love your cock oh god oh god..." She was babbling between sucking him.

Eventually Jordan put his hands around her head gently. She ceased her sucking and looked up, her eyes were empty, but they were burning with something Jordan had never seen before. "What is it my sweet boy? Do you want to fuck me?" She took his hands with hers and stood, placing his hands on her hips as if they were to dance. "Do you want to fuck me, Jordan?"

Jordan nodded.

"You can fuck me all you want Jordan, just promise me one thing." She begged.

Jordan paused for a moment. "Anything." He said, knowing it was the right thing to say.

"Promise me you'll keep my picture and use it whenever you need it."

Jordan paused again, staring into her now frightened eyes. They were beautiful. He nodded.

"I can't tell you how excited I get just thinking about you jacking off to my picture, Jordan. It is my fantasy come true." She smiled and wiped a tear from her face. "Now," she released a sigh, "how do you want to do it?"

Jordan ran his hands up her back and pressed their bodies together. He was amazed how good it felt to hold her, even in light of what he'd just experienced. He kissed her naked shoulder, causing her to gasp again. He felt her body go slightly limp in his arms. He kissed her again and again, on her chest and neck. It was like kissing a flower that wilted and quivered to his touch. Her body was warm but felt light, and ever so soft. He moved his hands down to her crotch and began to paw at her dampened thong, suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel her vagina. She laughed and it sounded girlish first but turned devilish as it ended. She took his face in her hands and looked him in the eye.

"How did you picture us doing it, Jordan?" She smiled. "I want to know. We'll do it, whatever it is."

Jordan was still bashful, even then. He spoke in a low voice, as if someone would hear. "I thought," he cracked, "I mean I want you on your hands and knees." 

Elena kissed his lips passionately, and briefly. "I should have known." She pulled away from him and sunk to the thick rug that occupied the center of the floor. She got down on all fours as Jordan wished, and positioned herself with her knees apart and her palms against the floor. She reached around behind herself and shoved the bikini cloth to one side over her rear end, inviting the boy in. "Come on, Jordan! You need it so bad!" She flexed her body so that her soft musculature rippled subtly, enchanting him further. "Get down here and fuck mommy like a good boy!"

Jordan was shocked by her words, but he was down on his knees. He shuffled up to her, feeling his legs rub against her calves. Every time they touched it awakened something in Jordan, sharpened his lust for her. He grasped his awkward, bobbing erection and pressed it against her. She giggled and reached back between her legs to find his hardness. Her fingers wrapped around him, sent a chill up his spine and thrust the tip of him into the sopping wet of her fully fuzzy vagina. He grabbed her ass as she pushed back onto him. He couldn't believe it when his cock entered her. It was like coming home. 

"Oh GOD." Jordan cried. 

"Fuck me, baby!" Elena moaned. "Fuck me and cum in mommy's pussy and then we can have some real fun!"

Jordan was shocked to hear those words, even while his cock was pressing deeper and deeper into her. She was tight, and he could feel the passage in her vagina. It felt full of texture but fully smooth all at the same time. It felt like pure heaven on his cock. He wanted this feeling to last forever. But Elena had other plans. She began to move her hips back and forth on him, like driving a piston. He grasped her around her narrow waist and moved with her. It was almost too much, he needed to be close to her. He bent down over her with his arms around her and began thrusting his hips into her. She shoved and shoved back against him, and it was all he could do to stay on his knees without falling backward. He intensified his hold on her, and pushed his cock into her forcefully.

"Yes!" She shouted at him. "That's a good boy, you know how to fuck me now. Fuck me! Don't hold back. Cum inside me Jordan, cum inside! You won't make mommy pregnant, just do it!" As she called out to him she could feel his arms wrapping around her like snakes as he humped her like a clumsy dog. She could feel his hands on her tits as he fucked her. She could feel his cock butting up against her cervix. "You can fuck me all you want, baby! Don't worry! Harder, baby... ungh!"

Jordan reared up and took hold of her waist again as he felt his orgasm taking hold. He was going to cum inside of her. He threw caution to the wind and instinctively began to pound her very hard. She began to wail like she had gone insane.

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah!" She cried as her arms fell out from under her. She fell bodily to the floor but never knew it, her face pressed into the carpet, her arms in a crumpled mess, her hands grasping at her own hair, at the carpet, at unseen flesh surrounding her. She was orgasming as he pounded her so hard that a loud slapping noise filled the room, above that of her now half-muffled screams. 

"AHHHH!" He cried as he shoved into her hard once, twice, and was done. "AH! AH! AH!" He could not contain the sounds he made in glorious release of energy. The room disappeared for a moment as he came into her. His climax was absolute; mind and body. He came like he never had before. He came like he never had before inside of her, filling her with seed.

She only moaned dumbly into the carpet, her face a mess of makeup, hair and spittle. Her forehead was damp with sweat. She could feel his semen running out and down her thigh. She hadn't been fucked that intensely for a long, long time.

After what seemed an eternity, she pushed herself up again and turned her head to one side. Jordan's cock was still stuffed inside her, and it hadn't gone completely slack. Jordan knew it wouldn't if he really didn't want it to. As satisfied as he was then, he knew without a doubt that they'd be fucking again in another few minutes.

"Jordan." She said, her breath returned to normal. She pushed back and rested herself against his body. His cock was still inside. She pushed herself up and back, until her back was against his chest. He held her as his cock began to slide from her.

"Jordan." She said again as he kissed her neck tenderly. "Jordan, darling, why don't you call and say you're staying at a friend's house tonight." She gasped lightly at his touch and resumed thinking out loud. "Why don't you call and say you're staying at a friend's house instead of going home, and you can stay here and spend the night, Jordan."

He didn't answer then. He kept kissing her around the back of her neck. 

"Jordan please, I need you." She nearly begged. "You can stay here with me tonight and you can fuck me all you want. You can fuck me again right now."

Jordan's cock never retreated from her fully, and, as if it was under her command, it began to grow and fill her insides quickly once again. Jordan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back with him. She straddled him in and gasped as his cock went up and so very deep inside her. She started to rock her hips side-to-side on top of him, working his cock over with the inside of her love box. They were going to fuck again, and it hadn't even been five minutes.

"Oh Jordan I am in heaven. Your cock is all the way inside me. I want all of your semen in my womb, Jordan."

"Yes..." Jordan said, kissing her back. He grasped her upper arms tightly and then released, caressing her. He moved his hands around front and grabbed fistfulls of her tits, forcing them free of the bikini top. Her nipples were hard against the palms of his hands. He wanted very badly to suck on them, but he couldn't think of breaking the coupling they shared then. It felt so very good to be inside her, with her legs wrapped around him, and her ass shoved against his middle...

"Will you stay with me, Jordan? Will you stay and make your mommy happy? Nobody can make me happy like you, Jordan."

The thought of being with this woman for an entire night was the most thrilling thing he could imagine. Jordan lowered his head and rested it against her shoulder. "Yes." he said simply. He felt her body relax then, as if a weight had been lifted from her.

Then he kissed her again and squeezed her down harder onto his cock. He pressed into her as hard as he could, and felt the end of her insides. His cock twitched and sent a thrill through her body. She gasped.

"Oh, Jordan. We're going to have so much fun. You can come inside all you want."

Jordan thought about this as they slowly ground against one another. He realized that if he was fucking some girl from school, he'd have to wear a condom and it would feel different. 

"You won't," He stammered briefly, "you won't get..."

"Pregnant?" She tossed her head back, showing him her smile. "You don't have to worry about that, Jordan." She purred. 

Jordan tightened his hold on her even more, feeling like he held the world in his arms.

Elena bowed her head and smiled again. A private, knowing smile. She felt him begin to thrust upward into her, as if new confidence had turned his cock into solid stone. Her lips parted and she exhaled, licking her lips. She pushed upward and off of him gracefully, with one hand on his chest. She stood up over him like the statue of some goddess. She then took his hand and pulled him up. No sooner had he stood, wavering, than she pushed him onto the sofa. He sat, sprawled slightly, bracing himself with both hands. Elena climbed on top of him, straddling her with her baby smooth thighs, and squeezed his cock in one hand. She sat straight on it, pushing it back inside of her.




The Practice Ch. 01



Jordan had his mind torn apart once more by the feeling of his cock entering her.

"Now let mommy ride you, Jordan!" She said haltingly, already beginning to bounce on him. Her tits bounced free of the ties of the bikini, and she held on; one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of the sofa. "Let mommy cum over and over again on your big fat cock!"

She ripped the bikini top free and tossed it aside. The bottom had fallen off onto the floor. Elena bounced excitedly on him, pushing his middle section into the cushions of the couch. Her breasts were large enough to bounce enticingly, and Jordan still longed to take her nipples between his lips. It felt to her that his cock went straight up into her, as if it wasn't even inside her pussy anymore. She had forgotten what it was like to have such a young cock buried in her.

"Oh god, Jordan, oh god!" She shouted, eyes squeezing shut against the near pain of sexual ecstasy. "Oh... OH! OH! OH!" She was so taken by the way he penetrated her, by the way his body felt, by the sounds her own voice was making, that she had another orgasm in under a minute of riding him. "AHHH GOD!!" She shouted, and nearly collapsed onto him. But she pushed herself up, and kept on riding.

"Oh God Jordan mommy needs your big dick so bad oh yes oh god yes!" She couldn't stop pleading to Jordan as he lay there helpless.

Jordan reached down and wrapped his hands around her bouncing rump. He squeezed and pulled, forcing himself into her even harder as she bounced on top of him. They fell into a blissful rhythm this way; Jordan marveling at the beauty above him and Elena lost in her desire to feel the boy's penis pounding deep inside her over, and over, and over. She needed nothing more than to feel like they would never stop humping.

After a long, steady fuck, Jordan reached up and took her by the shoulders. He pulled her down to him, and began to shove her torso downward. He heaved upwards and turned, forcing her onto her back on the sofa. He began humping her and it lit a new fire inside the woman. She grasped his head with her hands and kissed him. They started to kiss deeply for the first time, and Jordan started to hump her. Elena went nuts.

She whimpered, cocked her head to one side and grabbed Jordan's tight young haunches. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and was surprised when she sucked it in, as if to swallow it. They kissed and it was almost violent. Elena moaned into his mouth rhythmically as he humped her, and soon her moaning rose in pitch until she was screaming with his tongue nearly gagging her. She squeezed his butt as hard as she could into her. And Jordan humped, and humped, until his second load began to loosen. The boy's second orgasm came on gently, but he could feel it. It was like a wave building ever so gradually, but once it began there was nothing that was going to stop it.

"MMM!" Jordan exclaimed, his tongue still fishing for her tonsils. He was cumming in her again. As soon as his cock began to throb with the first ejaculations, Elena started to have her third orgasm of the evening. It would not be her last.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh!" Elena cried as Jordan humped her furiously. He was shooting semen into her, and she was cumming, and the ferocity of their sex almost frightened him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was bawling as she came. 

Jordan came to and he was laying on her limply. The two of them panted like exhausted animals; beasts of burden. There was quite a lot of sweat between the two of them.

As they lay, Elena looked into Jordan's eyes. He saw so much in them. So much desire. He felt his heart leap slightly then, but he said nothing of it and shifted so they lay side-by-side as comfortably as possible on the sofa together.

"Jordan."

"Yes." Jordan sighed.

"How about a shower and some dinner?"

Jordan felt odd accepting an invitation from a woman who'm had just given him everything.

"Ok." He answered. He thought about the fact that he was spending the night with her. He felt odd about it. He looked into her eyes once again, and the feeling went away, replaced by an undeniable urge to give the woman as much love as she could take, and more.

She smiled, and it was a smile that no man could say no to, much less a boy.

"Ms. Bisbee..." Jordan started.

"Please, call me Elena." She interrupted.

"Elena," He began again. "Will we be able to see each other again? I mean, after tonight."

Elena smiled again at him. "Jordan," she ran a finger across his cheek. "I would marry you if I could. Things being as they are, we'll have to keep this a secret."

Jordan nodded, looking pensive.

"If you want, we can pretend we're married. We can do whatever you want to do, Jordan. Anything your heart desires." She said, stroking his arm.

Jordan looked down, avoiding her eyes. She smiled at this.

"And I know you have desires in your heart. I am going to enjoy helping you discover them."

"What about you?" Jordan asked, changing the subject.

Elena gazed into his eyes. "Well, right now I desire to take a shower and fix us dinner. After that, you'll just have to wait and see."

Suddenly he moved in and kissed her tenderly on the lips. It was almost instinctual. She received it with a bit of a start, but melted into him almost instantly. They kissed, and time slowed, and they shared the moment together. And he held her.

Soon, after Jordan had made his very important phone call, they were both in the upstairs tub, showering together next to a large frosted glass window. Jordan thought he was finished when he received an extra thorough cleaning of his privates from the woman. She knelt down and went about this business tenderly, making sure his manhood was truly clean. He marveled at the way Elena handled him so gingerly, and despite his attempts to hold back, he soon became erect again. Elena looked up at him with surprise.

"Oh, Jordan! It's like you've grown more already!"

Later, Jordan was toweled dry and in sweats, sitting at the counter in the kitchen, waiting for Elena. She appeared in the kitchen minutes later, heels clicking away on the tiles. She wore tight black pants and a white button up. Jordan caught a glimpse of pushed-up cleavage, and his privates began to shift uncontrollably.

"Well, I hope you like spaghetti." She beamed at him.

"It's my favorite." He replied. It was true.

"Good. I feed you, then you feed me." She began to fill a pot of water in the sink.

Jordan watched her, wishing he could just tear her clothes off and fuck her against the counter. But he knew it would be better if he waited. He watched her cook, cutting onions and peppers for the sauce, crushing canned tomatoes, bouncing back and forth through the kitchen, humming and chatting with him. He watched her smile and laugh and make food with beautifully aged and experienced hands.

Then began Jordan's infatuation with the older woman he once knew as his principal. She was now his lover. It was a turn of events that Jordan couldn't believe, even though it was happening right before his eyes. It was a simple matter of two people meeting and falling in love, but Jordan knew the rest of his world wouldn't see it that way. He regretted that they would have to keep it a secret, but at the same time it made the whole thing that much more dangerous, that much more exciting.

"What's up? You look like you just swallowed a bad idea." Elena said, glancing up at him after he'd been silent for a few minutes.

"Oh," Jordan shook his head. "It's nothing. I was just thinking."

Elena smiled at him with that treasure of a smile she had. "Thinking of what we're going to do tonight, I hope."

Jordan's eyebrow went up. He sat up straight.

"That's a good boy." She said, turning back to the sauce and giving it a stir with a long wooden spoon.

Jordan looked at her, his eyes feasting on the curvature where her waist met her hips, and the way her butt looked in tight black pants. His gaze rested on her butt, and a thought crossed his stimulated mind. He wondered if he should ask, but almost didn't even want to risk thinking about it. Things were going so well, he didn't want to break the spell.

"You're being quiet again..." She chided him. "Jordan if you don't tell me what's on your mind I'm going to spank it out of you."

Jordan wandered over and examined the sauce, smelling the wonderful smells. He took the opportunity to slide his hand down her back and onto her backside. It was firm yet plump in his hand, and felt marvelous wrapped in cloth. Like the greatest present in the world waiting to be opened.

"That's my butt." She assured him.

"Mmm-hmm." He replied, patting her and moving on to see if the water was boiling.

Elena didn't look up from her sauce. She added a few capers and put the jar back in the fridge. Then she stirred once more and placed a lid on the pot.

"Why don't you open me up a bottle of wine from the pantry?" She gestured towards the pantry door. 

Jordan found a suitable bottle and a corkscrew in a drawer. Then he turned to her with the two items.

"Don't tell me you've never opened wine before..." She covered her smile quickly.

"Hey, I'm only 18... come on!" 

She sauntered over to him and relieved him of wine duty. It took her less than ten seconds to have the bottle open. She stirred a little of it into the sauce and then poured two glasses. She walked to where he leaned against the opposite counter and handed him his glass.

"You're old enough, right?" She winked at him and took a sip.

Jordan held the glass aloft and looked at the contents. "Hmm, nice legs."

Elena nearly spewed her sip out of sudden laughter. She choked it down. "Stop it, you're killing me."

Before he knew it, Jordan was sitting at the small dining room table with a candle, two plates of spaghetti and his second glass of wine. Across from him was a woman he thought he knew. The candlelight showed him one thing and one thing only. He had never seen Elena Bisbee before that moment.

He watched her while he ate. Watched her push her hair back over her ear, watched her take a bite, watched her look up at him and smile. Her smile was pure radiance in the candlelight.

"What? Gosh you're so quiet. And handsome, I might add." She sipped.

Jordan smiled. "Elena," he paused, it was hard for him to express himself to her, even when they'd been so very close. "I don't think I'd mind at all if people knew about... about us."

She set her glass down and rested her arms on the table. Her eyes took on an intensity that only made her more beautiful to him. "Well, that's wonderful. But we should probably keep it between ourselves for a while at least. You know? People won't respond well to it, for a lot of reasons.

He nodded and returned to his food quietly.

"Hey." She said, causing him to meet her gaze once more. "It's OK. I wouldn't mind it either. But no one can know until things are just right."

Jordan smiled.

"Good." She sipped and wiped her mouth with a napkin corner. "Now, you finished?" She took their plates away and returned to the table so they could finish their wine. They gossiped about other things; school, Jordan's family, and what next year would bring. When they had finished the wine, Elena was tidying things up in the kitchen.

Jordan found himself at the counter stool again, watching her in silence. He shook his head to clear the spell her hips had put on him and began putting things away to help. They waltzed around each other in the kitchen until all was finished.

Elena hung the dish towel back in its place and reached up to turn the lights out. She walked back to Jordan slowly. She reached out in the darkness and squeezed his arm. "Well, kiddo, I hope you enjoyed it."

"I really did, thank you." Jordan assured her.

"Okay. Well, we could watch some TV if you want. I'm afraid there's only one and it's in the guest room upstairs."

Jordan reached for her and placed his hands on the back of her arms above her elbows. He pulled her to him and her arms went around him, hugging him. She looked up into his eyes in the darkness. 

"Jordan, I..." She started. He kissed her. She returned his kiss there, in the darkness of the kitchen. She pulled her lips away. "Jordan, maybe we shouldn't do this."

Jordan's heart sank, even as he held on to her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, letting her put her head on his shoulder.

"I... I thought you said we were going to..." Jordan was confused.

"I know." She said. "But if you can't live without telling other people about us, I don't want to put you in that position."

Jordan held her back from her to look at her face. "Is that it?" He shook his head. "No, it's fine, I just want you. We can keep this a secret as long as you think it's right."

In the dark he could see her cheeks go up as she smiled. "Well then." She reached up to kiss him. He bent slightly to receive her. They stayed there, up against the counter in the kitchen, kissing slowly and tenderly in the dark. After quite a while, Elena shivered. Jordan put his arm around her and lead her out of the kitchen into the hallway. They made it to the stairs where they fell into each other's arms again, kissing with a bit more fire than they had in the kitchen. 

"Oh, Jordan..." She gasped. "You are a natural. I don't feel like I need to teach you anything."

"Let's just say I've spent some time thinking about all of this."

She give him a wry smile. "Well, lucky me." She mounted the first stair. "Wait here until I call you up, sweetie."

Jordan waited, watching her butt as she ascended the stairs.

Minutes later he heard her voice upstairs. It sounded surprisingly distant. Sound travels strangely in old houses, Jordan thought.

He found himself upstairs, walking down the hall that doubled back towards the front of the house. He could hear only the sounds of the increasing winds outside. He could see light from a doorway. He moved towards it slowly and peered in through the narrow opening. There, standing by the bed, was Elena. And there, standing in the dark hallway Jordan fell in love.