English 101

When Dave Stewart, fresh out of college started his job at Orange County High School teaching English literature, he was full of enthusiasm. He was excited by the opportunity to shape these young people into productive members of society. Who knows, he thought maybe one of them would even become president! But Dave had no idea what it was like to deal with the students of Orange County High.

Dave was a rather meek individual of average height. He wasn’t particularly strong but he did manage to keep somewhat fit with his early morning jog before heading off to school. He was young and rather handsome with sandy brown hair that always had a youthful tussled appearance and sad brown eyes framed with somewhat long lashes that looked as though they belonged to a woman and gave him an almost feminine appearance. Dave was also kind of shy, a trait that was in conflict with his determined nature and made him reluctant to ask the direct question of a date with the object of his affection, Sally the girls gym teacher. In college he attended many a peace rally but he always avoided confrontation with the police and arrest, but when he had to he wouldn’t hesitate to become involved although it usually didn’t turn out well for him. Once in his first week on the job he stepped between two of the football team players engaged in a fight over a cheerleader. Dave ended up being rescued by Sally and the coach of the football team managing to escape with a black eye.

Dave was adamant about departing knowledge unto his students though and insisted that they all do their assignments and complete them on time. He knew in the real world there would be consequences for those that didn’t live up to what was expected of them, and he wasn’t going to pass someone like Sandy just because she was a senior and captain of the cheerleading squad.

Sandy was a statuesque girl with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She always wore the best clothes, carried a Gucci bag and wore Prada shoes. Sandy was used to getting what she wanted. She was terribly spoiled by her stockbroker father who bought her anything she asked for, if she asked in the right way, and she learned how to do that from the time she could speak her first words. All she had to do was get good grades in school, good enough to get her into an Ivy league school like Brown University her father’s Alma Mata.

It wasn’t so easy for her to get what she wanted from Mr. Stewart, a passing grade. She tried sweet talk, dressing sexy and bending over his desk allowing him to see her ample cleavage. All this made Dave nervous but he never did relent. Sandy was getting desperate. She had to come up with a plan to get her grades up and she enlisted her best friend Jenny to help her carry it out.

Jenny was co captain of the cheerleading squad and was a lot like her friend Sandy, rich, beautiful, and spoiled. She had long dark hair pulled up on either side of her head and secured with elastic “crunchies”. She wore a tight white top with a curved neckline that passed over the top of her firm, perky, 34c cup breasts revealing just enough cleavage to draw the attention of one’s eyes for a hopeful glimpse of more. She had light brown eyes with specs of green around the circumference that called to mind a flower of some sort.
Sandy and Jenny had Mr. Stewart’s English class last period and their plan was set to go!
It was five minutes before the bell when Sandy staged a mock argument with Jenny presumably over a boy. They were out of their chairs shouting at each other and began a shoving match when Dave stepped between them. “Okay girls, break it up!” Exclaimed Dave. He had them sit in the front row on opposite sides of the room. “I want to see both of you after class.” Dave said in his best stern voice. The girls gave each other a glance a wry smirk on their faces. Their plan was working!

The bell rang and the class rushed out of the room heading for the busses that would take them home while Jenny and Sandy waited. “Okay girls, you want to tell me what this was all about?” Asked Dave. The girls walked up to the front of his desk, gave each other a glance and began shouting, “I heard she was making out with my boyfriend” yelled Sandy. Dave stepped between them again. “Look you two are best friends, you shouldn’t be fighting over something you heard, now shake hands and make up” Dave instructed.

The girls started to comply, first shaking hands, then hugging, pulling each other tighter together, then looking deeply into each other’s eyes and suddenly pressing their lips together, kissing deeply their hot young mouths parting tongues clashing flicking passionately one tracing the lips of the other. Dave watched in shock, his jaw dropped, not knowing what to do and feeling somewhat embarrassed by this display of passionate expression between these two beautiful girls.

Sandy and Jenny’s hands were now feeling each other’s body roaming freely over their breasts while kissing passionately. Dave was standing by trying to think how he could stop them, separate them, but he couldn’t focus, his mind was racing and he could feel the growing excitement straining against the zipper of his kaki slacks. “Girls, girls!” Dave shouted placing his hands on the girl’s tummies trying to pry them apart. “Stop that now!” Dave demanded as they parted flanking Dave on his sides. “What’s wrong Mr. Stewart?” Sandy asked in a sexy tone her hot breath splashing over Dave’s left ear warming the side of his neck. Jenny followed suit on his right side “Oh we didn’t mean to ignore you Mr. Stewart.” The girl’s hands were exploring Dave’s chest stroking over his nipples and his belly teasing his pulsating manhood through his slacks on one side and roaming over his back and ass on the other.

Dave was frozen, he wanted to protest, but it felt so good! He knew it was wrong but all he could manage was a weak demand to stop that was ignored by the girls. Jenny dropped to her knees as she undid Dave’s slacks. Sandy was sucking his neck, nibbling his ears and tongue kissing him passionately as she undid his shirt. Jenny freed his pulsating prick and engulfed it, swallowing his sword down to his balls. Her head was bobbing up and down his glistening shaft as she stroked him. Sandy was biting his chest nibbling and licking his nipples while Dave just tilted his head back his eyes closed and moaned “noooo…”

Dave had given up to the seduction. His mind had become blank refusing to accept the signals from his brain telling him this was wrong. All he could do now was focus on the pleasure signals that seemed to originate over his entire body flooding his brain and carrying him away like the outgoing tide does a powerless boat.

Sandy swept the books and things off of Dave’s desk in one motion and pushed him back. She hiked up her skirt revealing her panty less pussy and the garter that held her white thigh high hose. She straddled his body clutching his cock and guided him into her honey hole. Sandy’s pussy was tight and wet and obviously very experienced. Sandy was in complete control contracting her muscles onto Dave’s throbbing cock as she slid up and down on him. Dave just kept his eyes closed not wanting to look but only to give in to the pleasure.

Jenny had retreated to get the cell phone and film the momentous event just as they planned. She watched and filmed as Sandy bucked wildly on Dave’s member. She was moaning now enjoying the feeling of power and dominance over her authority figure as well as the throbbing cock that slid against her hard bud. Jenny had resorted to giving herself pleasure seeing her friend in control and moaning, watching her manipulate Dave’s cock the taste of his pre cum still on her lips left her wanting. She rubbed her clit rapidly in small circles moaning until she couldn’t hold back and crying out as her pussy spasmed cum dripping down her trembling thighs.

The sight of her friend’s release was too much for Sandy. She slammed down of Dave’s cock taking him all inside her as her cunt quaked and twitched in waves of orgasmic release. Dave let loose simultaneously unable to withstand the cunt clutching his cock and milking him of his cum his cock erupted hot spurts of jism propelled from the tip like ash from a volcano filling Sandy’s pussy and dripping down his ass and onto his desk.

Sandy left Dave panting on his desk, got up, put her arm around her friend Jenny, and kissed her passionately. “Did you get it all?” Sandy asked. Jenny played back the video captured on her phone, “It’s all right here!” she exclaimed. “So Dave, I guess Jenny and I will be getting an A in this class.” Sandy said sarcastically as she and Jenny left the room.

Dave just lay on his desk thinking, “What could I have done?” “I should have stopped them!” He was struggling with whether or not he should tell the girls. Dave believed everything a person did in life had a consequence. He knew what he did was wrong, “But what about what they did, wasn’t there a consequence for their actions?” he wondered.
He decided not to tell them about the outbreak of herpes he suffered from. He was surprised they hadn’t noticed the blisters. He’ll give them an A for the course he thought it will be up to them to decide if it was worth it.

Card Night

It was already 8PM and Allen and John had been waiting for more than an hour. They had come to Steve’s house for the weekly game of cards and viewing whatever game was on TV at the time. Allen, John and Steve were all first year college students, athletes and best friends. They worked out together at the gym every morning except Sunday when they slept in recovering from the Saturday night partying they indulged in.

Allen was the strongest of the three with budging biceps, a barrel chest and thick thighs, the perfect build for his position as the running back on the school football team. John was a gymnast with no more than 5% body fat he displayed excellent definition of all his muscles six pack abs, tight gluts and the flexibility of a snake! Steve was the track star tall and lanky with great speed and stamina he supplemented his workouts with a part time job loading trucks for UPS.

Cindy at 45 still was attractive. She didn’t look her age at all! She kept her blond hair longer than her shoulders, which added to her youthful appearance. She like her son Steve was a runner. Indeed it was because of her that Steve had developed his interest in track. Steve was only 12 when his father walked out on them and that was when Cindy began running. She made Steve go with her partly because she didn’t want to leave him alone and partly because she felt it was a good way to spend quality time together.

Cindy jumped at the sound of the phone. She had been sitting with Allen and John sharing a beer and enjoying relaxed conversation. They had been Steve’s friends for a long time and she was quite comfortable socializing with them. They talked about everything, their schoolwork, their families, and even their girlfriends with her. Cindy was the mom that everybody thought was cool. She was beautiful and as teenagers all of Steve’s friends talked about their fantasies of being with her, at least until Steve got angry.

“Looks like Steve isn’t going to make it tonight boys, the weather is getting worse and the trucks are running way behind” Cindy reported “If it keeps snowing like this he may have to sleep there!” Cindy exclaimed. “Well we can’t play cards with just the two of us why don’t you take his place Cindy?” suggested John. “I’m not much of a card player” said Cindy “all I know how to play is strip poker.” She teased. “All right!” shouted Allen “Game on” he said passing out another round of beers.

Cindy giggled, she was well versed in poker and was not the least bit worried about losing this game! She imagined her son’s friends sitting across the table from her stripped down to their skivvies looking all embarrassed and that thought of their naked bodies sent a shudder down her spine that seemed to ignite a flame between her legs. She could feel the heat spreading down to her inner thighs before she caught herself.

One hour and three beers later both boys were exactly as Cindy imagined they’d be, except she had lost her blouse with a pair of aces in her hand and nothing significant showing on the river save a king when added to the two held by John gave him his unexpected victory.

The beers were beginning to get to Cindy. She lost another hand and was now forced to slip out of her jeans. She was beginning to worry. She couldn’t concentrate on the cards anymore. Her mind kept imagining erotic fantasies with her card buddies. How did she let it get this far? One thing was certain she wasn’t about to lose! She dealt out the cards looking at Allen’s barrel chest and imagining his bulging arms wrapped around her, her eyes moved to John and a image of them together in a weird sexual position flashed across her mind and she felt her pussy begin to moisten. The river! A pair of sixes for Allen, a pair of jacks for John, Cindy displayed her cards, a pair of queens!

“Okay boys, you lose” Cindy squealed in excitement. Allen and John stood up looked at each other and looked at Cindy as they slowly peeled their briefs from their muscular bodies. Cindy eyed them up and down in awe as her mind flashed with erotic images of them. Her nipples swelled pushing against her bra and her pussy was getting wetter now dampening her panties.

John and Allen were eyeing Cindy up and down. They noticed her erect nipples and thoughts of the object to their teenage fantasies becoming a reality sent the blood pumping into their youthful anxious cocks extending like pointers towards the hunters prey.

Cindy stood up her legs shaking as Allen moved behind her sliding the chair away from the table. He put his strong hands on her shoulders kissing her lightly at the nape of her neck. John cleared the table and dropped to his knees sliding his hands up her legs under her panties and cupped her firm ass while he gripped her damp panties in his teeth ripping them from her body. Allen had unhooked her bra and was cupping her now heaving breasts tracing the erect nipples lightly with his fingers while nibbling her neck.

Meanwhile John was nibbling and licking the insides of Cindy’s thighs, lapping up the moisture that was now dripping steadily from her quivering pussy his hands massaged her ass and extended fingers reached under her from behind tickling the spot between her ass and her slit. Cindy tilted her head back and to the side her eyes closed moaning with sensory overload as Allen’s lips pressed against hers, their tongues clashing in a fit of passion.

John gripped Cindy’s ass tightly and began to lift her up. Allen followed his lead guiding her back down onto the table. Allen was leaning over her head from behind kissing her deeply, passionately as he pinched and rolled her nipples in between his fingers and allowed his hands to wander over her belly and back over her breasts. John’s mouth was now massaging Cindy’s ravenous pussy, his strong hands holding her trembling thighs wide open, his fingers spreading the lips of her pussy apart, his lips teeth and tongue in attack mode assaulting Cindy’s clitoris as her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

Now Allen’s mouth launched into attack mode. He was bent over Cindy sucking and nibbling her erect nipples, biting her belly tracing her tits with his tongue and lightly flicking wildly over the tips.

Cindy was lost in pleasure and passion. She no longer had control over her body. Pleasure seemed to becoming from every part of her. Her heart pounded and her chest was rising up and down with quick deep breaths. Her ears were ringing as she squealed and moaned in delight. She tilted her head back off the edge of the table to find Allen swollen throbbing cock poised at her lips. She took it in to her mouth with both hands her tongue circling the head wildly flicking along the vein gorged with blood. She guided him into her mouth swallowing his entire shaft. Allen clutched her breasts tightly throwing his head back and moaning in delight thrusting his hips forward and back sliding his thick cock in and out of her mouth over her full lips.

John took Cindy’s ankles and lifted them over his neck. He guided his rapacious cock into Cindy’s wanting cunt. Cindy could only gag as John’s long shaft penetrated her wet pink depths. He used his thumbs to massage her clit as his hips moved harder and faster back and forth. Cindy’s pussy gripped and released his cock over and over again causing John to scream out in pleasure. Her thighs tensed and her body convulsed her pussy twitching violently as she released cuming and cuming in waves her cries stifled by Allen’s huge cock which was now filling her mouth with what seemed like quarts of musky sweet jism spilling out of her and running down the side of her face.

John made his final thrust slamming his balls against Cindy’s soaking wet pussy the head of his long cock pressing against her womb, his fluids filling her up inside and dripping down the crack of her ass. John collapsed on top of her his head resting upon her left breast his hot breath flowing over Cindy’s still erect sensitive nipple.

Allen had collapsed too. His head lay on Cindy’s moist belly panting hot air over her still dripping wet pussy. Cindy’s head lay back gasping for air, her body so sensitive that even the invisible hairs stood at attention. “These boys aren’t very good at cards,” she thought, “but they sure are useful.” “Anybody up for another round?” she quipped breathlessly.