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(F/mf-teens, ped, 1st, mast, oral) *** Prolog - Bonnie Jensen Bonnie Jensen was a twenty two year old vocal music teacher at a small, rural high school. She had long brunette hair and big brown eyes. She was five feet, eight inches tall, with a slender build and a fantastic figure. Her legs were long, her hips were wide, her waist was slim and she had plump, full 36C breasts. She always wore short skirts and dresses and was every high school boys' wet dream. Bonnie was married to her twenty three year old college sweetheart. They appeared to have a normal sex life, however, no one really knows, do they? Bonnie always seemed to have a number of teenage boys around her, running errands, doing favors, and paying her a lot of attention. Being in their own world, the other faculty members didn't seem to pay much attention to this. In hindsight, maybe they should have. Chapter 1 - Nathan Nathan, or Nate, was a seventeen year old junior. He did not have the greatest voice, yet wanted to part of the school musical. In order to solve this problem, Bonnie made him the Set-Director, in charge of designing, building, and painting the sets. This was a job that was time consuming, and he often worked late past the end of play practice. One night, everyone else had left and they were wrapping things up. "Time to go," Mrs. Jensen said, "can you help me out to my van with these costumes?" Gathering up the costumes, Nate accompanied her to her van, in the dark corner of the parking lot. After placing the load in the back seat, Mrs. Jensen reached out and gave Nate a big hug. "Thank you," she said, "you've been so much help. I don't know what I would do without you." Thinking of this as some kind of queue, Nate leaned in a planted a kiss right on her lips. "Good night then," she said, "not seeming to react to the inappropriate action of her young charge. The next night, Mrs. Jensen asked if Nate could help her bring some books out. Like the night before, she reached out and gave him a thank you hug. Nate again leaned in kissed her, this time however he lingered there longer, and opened his mouth. Surprising to him, she did not pull away but opened her mouth, and inserted her tongue down his throat. Not knowing what to do then, Nate pulled away and said, "Goodnight Mrs. Jensen." "I think you can call me Bonnie, when we're alone." she said, and she drove away. Nate approached the next night with much anticipation. Walking her again to the van, they slid onto the back bench seat, on the pretense of adjusting it to fit the props she needed to bring in the next day. He reached over and closed the door, leaving them alone, in the dark empty parking lot. While hugging, they started to kiss, continuing where they left off the night before. Their hot, wet, open mouth kisses were having an effect on both of them. Bonnie reached over to Nathan's crotch and began rubbing his penis, which she noticed was starting to grow, through his pants. "Oh my, what do we have here, Nate?" she asked. Being a typical, shy adolescent, with no previous sexual experience, he stuttered, "Oh well, it's, um..." "Oh well, it's, um what?" she said, as she unzipped his pants and took out his seven inch hard penis. She stroked it up a down a few times and then straddled his lap. As she did this, her dress rode up, and the underside of Nate's shaft, pressed up against the cotton crotch of her bikini panties. He could not believe how hot and wet it was. Being a typical teen male, the first thing he reached for were her breasts. He felt first for them over her dress. He then unbuttoned the top, undid the bra clasp that was in the front, and caressed her lovely mounds as they fell into his hands. Mrs. Jensen had something else in mind, however. As Nate was preoccupied with her nipples, she pulled aside the crotch of her panties and directed his hand down there instead. Like a heat seeking missile, his finger found it's way into her hot, soaking wet, very hairy pussy hole. As he pushed it in and out, his hand was not only being coated by her juices, but his senses were being overwhelmed by the most pleasant, pungent aroma he had ever smelled. She finally reached back down, taking his hand away and placing the head of his penis, into the open entrance of her pussy. She then pushed herself down, forcing his penis deep into her pussy. Wow, Nate thought, I'm a virgin no longer. As a teen, he thought he knew it all. This feeling, however, was like nothing he had ever felt. As she rocked up and down, her pussy lips literally surrounded every square inch of his penis. His hands would never again be a match for a hot, wet, silky pussy. On each upward stroke, her tight pussy walls would grip the skin surrounding his shaft, pulling it upward, stimulating every nerve ending possible. The downward strokes squeezed the head of his penis as it plunged into the deepest, wettest recesses of her molten womb. "Don't worry about cumming inside me, Nate." she said. "I'm on the pill." Hearing this, it only took a few more pumps before Mrs. Jensen's pussy walls contracted and clamped around Nate's penis and he was spewing perhaps his biggest load ever, deep into her pussy. As she climbed off, gobs of white cum gushed out of her pussy and onto the front of Nate's jeans. "Just tell your mother, its paint from the sets." she said, as if she had seen this situation before. "Oh thanks Mrs. Jensen, I mean Bonnie," he said, "I'll always be your helper." "Darn right you will," she said, "and I intend to thank you often." And that she did, although unknown to Nate, he was only one of many young students that Mrs. Jensen often "thanked". Chapter 2 - David David was a sixteen year old sophomore. He was tall and lean, with an athletic body. He also had a great voice and was one of Bonnie's best singers. In fact he was chosen as the choir soloist for the regional vocal contest. Since this year's regional vocal contest was out of town, the high school booked a block of rooms at a moderate hotel. As chaperone, Bonnie had a room of her own. At 11:00pm, the night before the competition, Mrs. Jensen finally got everyone settled down and into their rooms by curfew. She took a shower and got into her short cotton nightgown, robe and sat on the bed, reading the next day's schedule. All of a sudden there was a knock at her door. It was David. "Mrs. Jensen," he said, "I have a problem. I seem to be losing my voice and I have to sing tomorrow." "Come on in," she said, "let's see what the problem is." She looked down his throat and then felt the glands around his neck. "I don't see any redness, and don't feel anything." she said. "I think it may just be nervousness. You seem awfully tense." "I'm trying not to think about tomorrow," he said, "but no matter what, I can't seem to get it off my mind." "Well maybe I can do something to help." she said, as she pushed him backwards onto the bed. To his surprise, she lifted off his tee shirt and then pulled down his pants and underwear in one movement. To her surprise, he sported a ten inch boner which pointed straight up. She got onto her knees, plunged his penis into her mouth and sucked it in and out. It was so hot and wet, that in no time, his massive load erupted into her mouth and down her throat. She continued to suck and swallow until there was not a drop of cum left. She removed her mouth and looked up at David. "I hope that has taken care of your tension." she said. "Well I don't know." he said, directing her gaze down to his still erect penis. "Is there anything else you can try?" She stood up and removed her robe revealing the skimpy, light blue, cotton nightgown. She reached up and pulled the top half off, leaving her naked except for the thin cotton bikini panties. It was then he got his first look at real female breasts, and what magnificent breasts they were, 36C, full, natural, and with tiny nipples, erect and pointy. His gaze soon turned to her long legs and the narrow swatch of fabric of the bikini panties, covering her crotch. Before he could even fantasize about what it covered, Mrs. Jensen reached down and pulled them completely off. David need fantasize no more. Before him was the real, live pussy, of his beautiful music teacher. He wanted to take a long look, so it would be etched in his memory forever. Her pussy lips were mature and plush. Her crotch was covered by a generous amount of dark pubic hair, which still allowed a clear view of her open, moist, slit. Before he could admire her further, she climbed up and straddled his pelvis. Not using her hands, she wiggled over him, until she felt the bulbous head of his penis, land in the moist hole at the entrance of her pussy. When she pushed down, his ten inch penis buried itself deep in her pussy. She gasped at the full feeling. Although she had had a lot of sex in her life, no boy, or even man, had ever filled her up so completely. Mrs. Jensen began to rock up and down. Neither could believe how tight it was, the flesh of their organs seemed to cling together, inseparable. Her rocking increased and she was about to orgasm. When David felt this, he rolled her over, on her back, and pounded into her with quick, deep, strokes. They both exploded together. Her pussy contracted around his penis as he shot his load of hot cum deep inside her. This boy knows how to take control, she thought. He stayed inside her until his penis deflated and plopped out. A large pool of sticky cum oozed out of her pussy onto the quilt. "It looks like you're not tense anymore." Mrs. Jensen said. "Thanks, that helped a lot," David said, "I only hope you can be around if I get tense again." "Whenever you need me, I'll be there for you." she said. And she was... Chapter 3 - Jessica Jessica was a fifteen year old freshman. She had long blond hair, blue eyes and a great figure for a fifteen year old. She had full 34B breasts and a firm round butt. Besides being in choir, she was a cheerleader. Jessica was receiving private voice lessons, once a week, in Mrs. Jensen's home. She arrived at the weekly lesson, in her cheerleader outfit, and took her seat next to Mrs. Jensen on the piano bench. As the lesson progressed, Mrs. Jensen could not help but notice the crotch of Jessica's panties as her short cheerleader skirt, rode up past her thighs. After the lesson, they sat on the couch to have tea and talk. "You know, you're a very pretty girl," Mrs. Jensen, said, "I bet you have lots of boys going after you." "Not really," she said, "my parents won't let me date yet." "It's really frustrating," Jessica continued, "I have all these feelings." "What kind of feelings?" Mrs. Jensen asked, as she noticed Jessica's skirt riding up again exposing her panties. "Well you know, since you're more of a friend than a teacher, Mrs. Jensen," she said, "I guess I can tell you." "As your friend, you can tell me anything," she said, "and please call me Bonnie." "Well I get feelings, you know," she said, "right down here." pointing to her crotch. "I feel like I want to dig in and rub, but I know I'm not supposed to." "Oh, it's OK to rub down there," Mrs. Jensen said, "every girl and women does, even me, see." With that she reached down, lifted her dress, and began rubbing her slit up and down through her silk panties. Seeing this, Jessica reached down to her own slit, and started rubbing, keeping her eyes glued to what Mrs. Jensen was doing. After a while, the panties of both were starting to get quite wet. "Why don't we remove these," Mrs. Jensen said, "and I can show you other stuff." Both Jessica and Mrs. Jensen, pulled off their now soaked panties. Mrs. Jensen then got a good look at Jessica's teenage pussy. It was fairly plush for a girl of fifteen. It was covered by a thick bush of blond pubic hair, which was so light in color, that it did not obscure the protruding lips below. "You know," Mrs. Jensen said, "It feels even better if put your finger or something else into it and pump in and out." "What do you mean something else?" she asked. "Follow me." she said, as she led Jessica into the bedroom. "Lay here," as she patted on the bed, "and I'll show you." Mrs. Jensen went over to her dresser drawer, pulled out a box of assorted dildos and vibrators, and came over to the bed. "Like these," she said, as she lay back and inserted a medium, cock shaped dildo into her wet pussy and pumped it in and out. As Jessica watched this, she put her finger into her own pussy and began pumping. It only fit in a little way before it came against the barrier that was her hymen. "The deeper you go the better it feels." Mrs. Jensen said not realizing it was Jessica's hymen keeping her from penetrating further. She then pulled the dildo from herself and plunged it into Jessica's pussy, breaking through her hymen, and pushing it all the way in. "Ouch!" Jessica yelled. "That hurt, I was saving myself for a special day." "Sorry, my bad," Mrs. Jensen said, "consider this your special day." As she pumped the dildo in and out, she noticed there was a little blood on it, but that soon dissipated as it mixed with her juices. Jessica's discomfort was also dissipating. Her pain was soon turning into pleasure. As Mrs. Jensen continued pumping the dildo in and out of Jessica, she noticed a small clitoris peeking out of the slit at the top of Jessica's pussy. She put her mouth on it and began to suck and lick. At the same time, she grabbed a vibrator from her pile, switched it on, and placed it directly on her already excited clitoris. After only a few moments of this, both girls exploded in powerful orgasms. "That's how you deal with the feeling down there." said Mrs. Jensen. "There's only one problem," Jessica said, "the feeling is still there, and it's even stronger." "Well I guess we'll need to take stronger action then." Mrs. Jensen said. "Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes." They both stripped totally naked. For the first time, they got a good look at each other's bodies. Jessica, with her light skin, medium breasts, and light blond pussy was a nice contrast to Mrs. Jensen's darker skin, mature full breasts, and dark pubic bush. Mrs. Jensen put her arms around Jessica, and the girl followed suit. The woman and girl's bodies were pressed closely against each other, skin to skin, and breast to breast. When Jessica went in for a kiss, Mrs. Jensen opened her hot, wet mouth and pushed her tongue down Jessica's throat. They kissed like this for a long time and then Mrs. Jensen did something surprising. Mrs. Jensen sat upcoming face to face with Jessica. She intertwined her legs with Jessica's, making pussy to pussy contact, a sexual practice known as tribbing or scissoring. They began grinding away against each other, vulva to vulva, clit to clit. As they did this, they resumed their passionate kissing and also used their hands caress every part of each other's bodies. After more of this, Mrs. Jensen reached over and grabbed a double headed dildo. She separated their bodies slightly and pushed one end of the dildo into her pussy, and the other into Jessica's. As she pushed forward, the dildo sank completely into both of them and their pussy's resumed contact. They continued to rub and grind their vaginas together, while also pumping the dildo in and out, at a faster and faster pace, until both of their bodies rocked, in mind altering orgasms. After embracing for a moment, they fell backwards limp in each other's arms. Exhausted, they fell asleep. Waking up a half hour later, Jessica saw that she had her half of the dildo still inside her. She reached down, pulled it out, and threw it on the floor. Hearing the thump, Mrs. Jensen opened her eyes. Mrs. Jensen spoke, "Well student, what did you think of today's lesson?" "I think, I think," sighed Jessica, "I'd like to have more lessons." And she did, week after week after week... Epilog - Consequences One day, towards the end of the school year, Mrs. Jensen was summoned to the principal's office. "Close the door please, Bonnie," Mr. Silver said, "there is something I need to talk to you about. This note has come to my attention." He handed her a piece of stationary. She recognized it as her handwriting, and her signature. It was a note she had written to David, describing how she felt when she took his virginity, and during other sexual encounters. "David's parents found this and they are very upset." he said. Bonnie was also upset that she was so stupid as to have written that thing. "Am I going to be fired?" she asked. "Not only that, but I am considering having you arrested." he said. "Arrested!" she said, "Wouldn't a scandal be bad, for David, his family, and this school?" "How about if I resign, effective today, you say nothing about it in my record, and I help you out of your dilemma?" Bonnie continued. "What dilemma would that be? Mr. Silver asked. "The dilemma in your pants." she said. "I noticed you've had a hard-on since you read the note." Bonnie walked over to his chair, unzipped his pants, and took out his nine inch penis. She then reached down and pulled off her panties, throwing them to Mr. Silver to sniff, straddled him in the chair, and plunged down, ramming his cock into her hot pussy. She rode him hard and deep until she felt he was about to cum and then she suddenly stopped during an upstroke. "Do we have a deal?" she asked. All he could manage to utter was, "Deal." Hearing this, she pushed all the way down and his cock exploded emptying a massive load of hot cum into her pussy. As she climbed off, gobs of white cum gushed out of her pussy and onto the front of Mr. Silver's pants. "Just tell your wife, its paint from the art class." Bonnie said, as she grabbed her panties, turned, and went out the door. THE END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 74