The Power of Eros , a short story by finch. Date added: 2010-04-12. Times viewed: 8328.
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- Intro: He discovers the power to bend women to his erotic will.
I woke up with a splitting headache, the worst of my life. I thought my head was about to explode. I managed to call work, praying that my boss would show a little compassion for once, and was shocked when he said "Don't worry. You just stay home and get better." Will miracles never cease? I took some aspirin and went back to bed, just as somebody's gardener fired up a weedwhacker. Jesus! My head was throbbing. I wish that friggin' noise would stop! I thought. Fortunately whoever it was turned the darned thing off. I went back to sleep. I woke up hours later, feeling better, but drenched in sweat. I took a shower and put some clean pajamas on, and went into the kitchen to look for a snack. I hadn't eaten all day. The fridge contained some old orange juice with a layer of blue fuzz on top, some ketchup and a plastic container full of mystery goo. Yuk.
I found my wallet on the hall table and dug through it, hoping for enough to order a pizza. Two bucks. Great. I just want a pizza! I thought. I considered going out to get some cash and a little food, but I was still weak and it just seemed too much to deal with.
The doorbell rang. I was tempted to ignore it, but out of habit opened the door. A kid stood there in a goofy uniform holding a box.
"Um, excuse me, but I have this extra pizza and I wondered if you'd like it," he said. "No charge." What the heck? I looked at the kid, and he looked back with a slightly vacant and confused expression.
"Uh, sure," I said, taking the pizza and shutting the door. I opened the box. Steaming hot pepperoni. Perfect. I thought about calling the kid back to see if he had anything to drink, but didn't want to push my luck. The doorbell rang again. It was the kid, holding out a bottle.
"Want some Coke with that?" He asked. I didn't even answer. I took the bottle, closed the door and sat at the dining table, munching pizza, sipping Coke and asking myself what the heck was going on. I chewed for a while but came up with no answers. Weird. Just one of those things, I guess.
I flipped on the TV and ran through the channels, finding nothing much to watch. Too bad football season's over, I thought. On the next channel I tried was a special of Manchester United's greatest matches. OK, this was getting really strange. Was I dreaming? I pinched myself. Ow! Nope.
So, I thought, let's review. Things I wish for keep happening. Why? Don't know. Something to do with that killer headache? Maybe, who knows? Weird friggin' shit. Hmm, what to do now. Test it out, bro! I looked around. Out the window, a fat guy was walking an ugly dog. Serve you right if the beast bites you, I thought. The dog turned and bit the fat guy on the ass. The fat guy took off running, or at least waddling fast, the dog nipping at his ass as they went down the street. I cracked up. This had potential! Now what?
A Mercedes pulled into the driveway of the house next door. The banker who lived there got out one side, and his hot young wife got out the other. I envied the hell out of them both. Fancy house, nice car, obviously plenty of money, and the wife was smokin'. Hey, I thought, wait a minute!
I concentrated, trying to keep my thoughts clear. The guy kissed his wife on the cheek and went in the house. She took off her jacket and tossed it in the car, then just stood there a minute, looking a little bewildered. I focused harder. She turned, looking around, her brow furrowed. Then she seemed to shrug, reached down to the hem of her top, and pulled it off over her head. Yes! She was wearing a hot black and purple lace bra and she looked every bit as scrumptious as I always imagined. Long blonde hair, gorgeous face, killer bod, and those tits were amazing! The skirt, I thought, the skirt! She pulled the zipper down and stepped out of her skirt, then bent and picked it up and tossed it in the car on top of the rest. When she bent over I thought she was bare-assed, but then I saw she was wearing a tiny little thong to match the bra. Around her waist was a black lace garter belt holding up sheer black stockings. She was like a wet dream.
She turned and looked at my house, appearing confused. That's right, I thought. Come here. Come on. Here, kitty, kitty. Slowly, she began walking across the lawn toward my house, apparently unaware or unconcerned that she was dressed only in her underwear. Damn fine underwear, too. She reached my porch and I heard the bell ring. Heart thumping, I threw open the door.
"Hello," she said, still looking dazed. "I'm your neighbor, Katherine. May I come in?" I stood back, holding the door open. She looked around. Wouldn't hurt to smile, I thought. She gave me a brilliant grin and my heart skipped a beat. Holy shit? OK, now what? Hmmm. Yes. Definitely.
"Would you mind if I give you a blowjob?" Katherine asked.
"Absolutely!" I said, grinning.
She knelt and brushed her long hair out of her face. She undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped me, and pulled out my schlong, which was already hard and getting harder. Katherine opened her mouth and sucked it in, then went to town, sucking and licking like my dick was her favorite flavor. I put my hands on her head, helping her as she bobbed up and down, then began lifting my hips and pumping her mouth with my cock. In no time the dam burst and I exploded into her mouth in the best orgasm I'd had in a while. She held her mouth still and sucked every last drop out of me, then swallowed it all. She licked her lips, stood up, kissed me on the cheek and walked out. I sat their stunned. Holy shit!
I was struggling to make sense of all this. What the hell was happening to me? All I knew for sure is that I wasn't going to waste a gift like this. So, OK, what next? I thought, then got dressed and went out.
On the way, I did a few tests. Cars moved over and got out of my way. The clouds parted and the sun came out. Oh man, oh man! The possibilities! Some cute girls on the sidewalk turned and blew me a kiss. I could learn to love this!
At the bank, I felt nervous. One person I knew I could handle, but a whole roomful? I wasn't sure. Walking in, I thought 'OK, every body cool, everybody chill. Everything's just fine, and this is all normal.' Everybody smiled at me and acted normal, and I began to relax. Then I saw the security guard, an old guy in a uniform with a gun at his hip. Not good. Hmm. I looked around, and settled on a manager type woman sitting at a desk, maybe 40ish. She stood up and walked over to the guard. They spoke a moment, then she knelt, pulled out his dick and began sucking him off right there in front of everyone. His eyes glazed over. People stepped around them, smiling, and appearing to think nothing off an old man getting a blowjob in the middle of the bank. Excellent.
I stepped up to the first teller window and smiled at the young guy there. He smiled back, and said "Lovely day, sir," then pulled out a zippered bag from under the counter and began shoveling cash into it. He said "Thank you, sir," and I moved down to the next window, where the process was repeated. By the time I reached the fourth window, I had about as much money as I could carry. The teller there was stunning, a young women with dark hair cut in a bob, a lovely face and a demure outfit that didn't conceal a knockout figure.
"You're beautiful," I said.
"Thank you, sir," she responded with a smile. "Would you like some money?"
"Sure," I answered, and she began stuffing cash in the bag. When she finished, I said "Would you take off your blouse for me?"
"Certainly, sir," she said with the same lovely smile, and began unbuttoning. The blouse was old-fashioned, with about a dozen tiny pearl buttons, and it took her awhile. When she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, she revealed a white lace demi-bra cupping gorgeous tits, and I couldn't help responding.
"Would you like to come back here, sir?" She asked, and I nodded. She directed me to a gate where she buzzed me in, and I followed her back to her window. An elderly woman had taken my place by then and passed a slip of paper through the window.
"Take off your skirt," I thought, and the girl said "Excuse me Mrs. Winslow, I just need to take off my skirt.
"That's quite all right dear, you go right ahead," she said. The lovely young teller unzipped and stepped out of her long skirt, and stood there in heels and white lace panties that matched her bra. Reading my thoughts, she smiled at the elderly lady, reached behind her to unhook the bra, dropped it to the floor and then pulled off her panties. She was stunning. I stepped forward and put my hands on her bare hips.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Winslow, she said, I'm going to get fucked from behind now. Perhaps you'd prefer another window?"
"That's all right dear. You go ahead. I'll wait," the old lady responded.
The other people in line stood there patiently smiling as I bent the girl forward onto the counter. I felt between her legs and found her opening, dripping wet. My raging cock slipped into her easily, and I fucked her hard and fast. No need to make this one last. I like it when a woman makes noise, and the beautiful teller began panting and moaning, and finally screaming "YES! YES! OH GOD, YES!!" just as my cum erupted into her pussy. I stepped back and zipped myself, as she pleasantly resumed helping Mrs. Winslow, apparently heedless of her nudity.
I left the bank with a big grin, my head swimming from the possibilities. I admired women on the street, and thought back over some I had been too intimidated to pursue in the past, or had pursued unsuccessfully. At a stoplight, I looked over at two women on a bus stop bench, and drove away leaving them with their hands in their drawers frantically masturbating. I began to whistle.
Wandering around town, I passed my old high school and had a sudden inspiration. I pulled a quick u-turn and was about to pull to the curb when I saw flashing red lights in my rearview mirror. Shit. I pulled over and got out my paperwork as the cop walked up to my window. As I rolled the window down, I suddenly realized that this didn't have to go the way it usually did.
"Good morning, sir," the cop said, taking my papers. I was a little surprised to see it was a woman, and quite an attractive one at that. She had the severe look one expects of police officers, with her long hair pulled back and covered head to tow in a boring uniform. But the uniform couldn't conceal her curves or the breasts that threatened to burst out of her top. She handed back my papers and said "That was an illegal turn there, sir," but her face took on an odd, unfocused expression and she seemed to forget what she was saying. She looked at me and licked her lips, one hand playing at her neckline, and unbuttoning one button, then another. Her cleavage sprang into view as if freed from a long bondage. "You really ought to be more careful, sir," she went on, reaching back and releasing her hair, which tumbled down her back and shoulders. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off, revealing some of the most astounding breasts I'd ever seen. At least 42 double-D's, they were like twin torpedoes, standing out straight from her chest in defiance of gravity. She licked her lips again, and stretched behind her back to unhook her bra, making her tits stick out even more. Holy cow.
Some school kids had gathered around the car, watching the show. I sent a feeling of calmness over them, and they just watched, grinning and nudging each other, as the buxom cop took off the rest of her clothes. I guess the cop habit went pretty deep though, because even though she stood there naked, she said "Please step out of the car, sir." I did as she asked, half expecting her to frisk me, or cuff me, or maybe even lock me up for my recent adventures. But she just stood there gazing at me with a puzzled look, one hand kneading her left breast and the other stroking absently between her legs. She looked around and said "You kids stand back there, there's going to be some heavy duty sex here. I don't want anyone getting hurt."
The cop looked at me again, nodded, then turned around and bent over the hood of her patrol car, back to me. Her fingers still worked between her legs, and I saw juices running down her leg. I stepped closer, placing my hands on her ass, waiting for her to object, but she just pushed her ass toward me and bent lower over the car. I unzipped and freed my cock, which sprang to full attention. Easing it between her thighs, I felt the warm wetness there and pushed upward. My cock slipped easily into the cop's pussy, and she growled with pleasure. I began pumping in and out of her as she cussed and growled, "Fuck that pussy! Yeah, fuck that fuckin' pussy! Gimme that fuckin' cock, yeah!" Finally she was reduced to just grunts. "Mmgh! Mmff! Unnggh!" I looked around as I fucked her, and the kids still stood there, smiling and watching, making quiet comments to each other. Cool.
I sent a quiet message to the cop urging on her the biggest orgasm of her life, and her grunts and growls rose in pitch and volume until they were a steady snarling roar. I felt like I was humping a mountain lion. She bared her teeth and growled even louder and I felt her entire body quiver and shake as her head thrashed back and forth. I poured my hot cum into the pretty cop's pussy while she thrashed, pumping and pumping until I was empty. She shook one last time and began to collapse. I helped her into her cruiser, where she slumped on the seat and passed out.
I sent the kids on about their business, and they drifted away, talking and laughing like nothing special had happened. I pulled myself back together, smoothed my clothes and hair, and headed into the high school. A bell rang and kids swarmed to their classrooms. I took a drink from a fountain, and wandered the halls, remembering the years I had spent here. Each classroom had a placard by the door: Andrew Berry, Algebra; Harriet Stearns, History; Marian Whistler, English; David...wait a minute. Marian Whistler? Wicked Whistler? She was still here? That woman had been the bane of my existence, one of those teachers who seem to hate kids. I heard a loud voice from inside the room telling the students to shut up and sit down and thought ‘Yep, she's still here!' I sent a wave of calm ahead of me and opened the door. She looked up at me and frowned, then nodded toward an empty desk at the back of the room. I smiled and nodded, then walked back and took a seat.
She looked the same. Trim, fit, every hair in place, clothing just so, but the lines on her face showed no trace of a smile ever having passed that way. She told the class to open their books to a certain page, and pointed to someone to begin reading out loud. I sent a general message out to all of the class, and there was a soft rustling as shoes were pushed off of feet, sweaters draped over chair backs, and belts loosened. Ms. Whistler walked back and forth in the front of the classroom as one student and then another read, likewise shedding her shoes, then her sweater, and beginning to unbutton her blouse. Several of the students were naked now, and more were rapidly joining them. Many of the girls were rubbing between their legs and the boys were stroking their rising erections. All of them focused intently on Ms. Whistler, who was now pulling off the last of her underthings, as boring and functional as you would expect. Still she looked pretty good naked, with full firm breasts, a trim waist and nice legs. Too bad I never noticed it when she was torturing me back in school.
Ms. Whistler was now sitting on the edge of her desk, talking about Blake or something, apparently unaware of her nakedness. The students all stared at her, then one of the girls stood and walked to the front of the class. She knelt and began licking between the teacher's thighs. Ms. Whistler sighed and stopped talking. More girls gathered around her. They lifted her to her feet as the young girl kept licking her, their hands roaming over her breasts and belly. Young men began moving to the front of the class, naked and with their erections standing out before them. I gave a mental nudge to one football player type, and he positioned himself behind the teacher, gripped her hips, and pushed his large dick into her pussy from behind. The young girl kneeling before the teacher never stopped licking as he fucked her from behind. He came quickly, and was immediately replaced by another young man who began pounding into Ms. Whistler's neglected cunt. The boys lined up behind him to take their turns. Ms. Whistler was making whimpering noises as I walked out of the room, leaving the door open. ‘Bet she'll be in a better mood tomorrow,' I thought.
I was smiling and already thinking ahead to my next adventure as I walked down the hallway. I idly scanned the door signs as I passed, not really paying attention, when suddenly I did a double take and had to back up for another look. 'Lori Cantor, Health Science.' Lori Cantor? Prom queen Lori Cantor? A teacher? Couldn't be. I moved to where I could get a peek through the window of the classroom door, but couldn't see the teacher. I craned my neck a bit more and there she was. Lori Cantor. I'll be damned.
Lori was probably the most beautiful girl in our school when she was a senior and I was a freshman. I used to fantasize about her, but she was hopelessly out of reach. I think I got up the nerve to say hi to her a couple of times, but no more than that. She always seemed friendly, just way out of my league, you know?
Wow. I needed to think this through. Wait. No I didn't. I thought 'Calm. Cool. No problemo,' and walked through the door. Lori smiled and nodded at me, and I took a seat at the back of the room. Some of the students glanced my way, but then they focused back on the teacher. Who could blame them? She was gorgeous. Wavy ash blonde hair, big brown eyes, full lips, pink cheeks, a terrific figure and a smile that lit up the whole room. I seemed to have walked into a sex ed class. Interesting.
"And the female reproductive organ is called the...?" she asked.
A girl raised her hand and Lori called on her. "Vagina." "Very good."
"And the male organ?"
"Penis," someone said and there were titters.
"Show of hands," said Ms. Cantor. "How many of you have a penis?" About half the hands went up.
"And how many have a vagina?" The other half.
"Did I leave anyone out?" she asked, and there was general laughter.
"You see," she said, "We all have a vagina, or a penis. It's perfectly normal, and there's nothing funny about it. Sometimes we laugh because something is unfamiliar and that makes us a little nervous. That's also normal. And that's why we're here in this class so we can learn to talk about these things."
Wow. This had potential. I sent out a gentle suggestion.
"The penis and vagina are what we call primary sexual characteristics." Lori went on. Men and women also have what we call secondary sexual characteristics. On men, this can include extra hair and bigger muscles. Can anyone think of a female secondary sexual characteristic?" A boy raised his hand and she pointed.
"Breasts," he said.
"That's right," Lori said, "Women have breasts. Just the boys now, please. Raise your hands. How many of you have seen a grown woman's breasts?" A couple of hands went up.
"Aside from your mom's," she added. There was laughter and the hands went down.
"OK, we need some visual aids," said the lovely teacher. "I want you to pair up, boy/girl, boy/girl. Come on, quickly now. Very good. Girls, I'd like you to please remove your tops and bras to show the boys your breasts." A hand went up. "Yes, Laura," she said, "If you're not wearing a bra, just take off your dress, please." She looked around. "Perhaps our guest would team up with me?" she said with a smile. You bet. I walked up to the front of the room between disrobing girls and goggle-eyed boys to where Lori was unbuttoning her blouse. She hung it on the back of her chair and unhooked a demure looking white bra, laying it on top of the blouse. She cupped her breasts in her hands.
"These are breasts," she said. "Sometimes called tits, though that's not a nice word. Boys, I want you to feel your partner's breasts. She beckoned to me, and I took her full breasts in my hands. Gorgeous. Big, firm, round, with large dark aureoles and prominent nipples.
"How does that feel girls?" she asked.
"Good. It feels nice," a chorus went up.
"Yes, it feels very nice to have a man touch your breasts, as long as he's gentle." She went on. "OK, boys, I'd like you to each show your partner your penis. Go ahead and take your pants off so she can get a good look." Pants fell around the room. Lori gestured at me, and I let mine hit the floor as well. "Underpants too, boys," she said, looking around.
"All right," Ms. Cantor went on. "Girls, most of you will have noticed that your partner's penis is erect. When a boy is stimulated, blood flows to his penis and it gets larger and hard. Can anyone tell me why this is?" A hand went up.
"So he can have sex," a squeaky voice said.
"That's right," said the teacher. "The penis needs to be hard before it can fit inside the vagina. All right girls," she went on, "I want you each to carefully touch your partners' penis." I heard coos and soft groans around the room, but was mostly aware of Lori's soft hands caressing my own hard dick.
"You need to be somewhat gentle, just as the boys were with your breasts. Sexual organs are tender," she said. "Try gently stroking your hands up and down the length of the penis." The coos and moans grew louder.
"Eeewwwww!" I heard a girl squeal.
"Jeremy just came all over Elizabeth ," a dark-haired girl said. I saw another girl dancing around in apparent horror and a boy near her hanging his head. Ms. Cantor quickly took control.
"Calm down, Elizabeth ," she said. "This is perfectly normal. Men will often have an orgasm quickly when first stimulated. One of the differences between men and women is that women often take much longer to climax. But you can learn to compensate for this." She walked to Elizabeth and handed her a tissue.
" Elizabeth " she said, "A man's semen is perfectly harmless. Why don't you go ahead and remove the rest of your clothes so they don't get stained." She raised her voice. "In fact, why don't we all take the rest of our clothes off. It will help our lessons and keep anyone else's clothes from getting semen on them. Sex is fun, but it can be messy."
Clothing rustled around the room, and I watched as a number of particularly attractive young girls shrugged out of their skirts, pants and underwear. There is nothing like the flawless form of a young girl. My dick throbbed. Lori seemed to notice, and took it in her hand.
"All right, class," she said. "Attention please. Jeremy and Elizabeth have given us an important learning opportunity. As I said, men often climax quickly. This can be frustrating for women, who often need more time. But there is an easy way to remedy this problem." She gestured to me, and I stepped close. She fondled my cock admiringly.
"As you can see," she said, "My partner is still nice and big and hard..." she seemed to lose her concentration for a moment as she stroked me. Felt damn good. She shook her head and resumed.
"But as you can also see, Jeremy's penis is smaller and soft." Jeremy hung his head.
"We're all going to learn the best way to help a man get hard again." Lori said. " Elizabeth , I want you to kneel in front of Jeremy." Elizabeth complied. "All right now," she said, "Give Jeremy's penis a little lick." Elizabeth tentatively stuck her tongue out and barely touched Jeremy's dick.
"Come now, Elizabeth " Lori said, "Give it a good lick." Elizabeth began licking Jeremy's cock up and down, and it began stirring. "Very good," Lori continued. "Now watch me."
She turned to me, knelt, looked up at my eyes and sucked my entire cock deep into her mouth. Oh my fucking God. Lori Cantor, the girl of my fevered high school dreams, was sucking my dick. It was the best feeling I've ever had in my life.
She smiled at me, and stood again. "Now you try it, Elizabeth ," she said. Elizabeth tentatively began sucking on Jeremy's cock, and it clearly responded.
"Very good," Lori said. "All right girls, everyone give it a try." I heard slurping and groans coming from around the room, and at least one startled strangled yell.
"One more thing," Ms. Cantor explained. "Soon the boys will begin having their orgasms. Girls, you will feel a warm jet of semen pouring into your mouths. The best thing to do is swallow this. Boys really like this. Do NOT spit it out. This is very offensive to men. If you feel that you won't be able to swallow the semen, a good alternative is to take the penis out of your mouth when you feel the boy about to climax, and direct the semen onto your face or breasts. Most boys and men enjoy this was well, and some prefer it. Allow me to demonstrate."
Lori resumed sucking me, and she really got serious this time. Gazing into my eyes, she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue working furiously around my shaft like a twisting snake. One hand caressed my balls, and I felt a fingernail tickle my asshole. I wasn't going to last long. I noticed Lori's other hand working between her legs and the erotic charge sent me over the edge. Lori noticed and just as I erupted she pulled back. She kept her eyes wide open as the first blast hit her square in the face, the cum splashing off her nose and into one eye. She opened her mouth for the second jet and swallowed it, a bit running out the corner of her mouth. I kept gushing cum and she directed it at her gorgeous tits, one splash, another and a third. Wow. I leaned against the desk, near collapse and she stood, naked and covered in cum, and making no attempt to clean herself off.
"Class, eyes on me, please," she said. The slurps and groans eased up for a moment. I heard gasps and murmurs.
"My partner has just graciously shared his cum with me," she said. As you can see, I'm rather covered in it." There were titters. "Any comments?" she asked. A hand went up.
"You look hot!"
"Thank you," she said. "I know it may seem strange at first, but as you can see a lovely lady drenched in cum is a very attractive sight for most men. Most women learn to enjoy it as well. I certainly do," she said, absent-mindedly scooping some of my cum up from one of her nipples and sucking it into her mouth.
"All right, back to your sucking" Lori directed. "I want all of you girls to give your partner a nice satisfying orgasm. You may swallow the semen if you choose, or let it splash on your face or breasts." The sucking and slurping noises resumed, along with assorted moans and groans. The latter rose in volume as the lesson progressed, and soon I heard cries and saw sperm arcing in every corner of the room, splashing into mouths, onto lovely young faces, dripping off of perfect young tits and running down flat bellies. The room smelled strongly of musk. Lori smiled as her students erupted with cum or let their partner's cum fill their mouths and run down their bodies. Finally the room settled into a stunned silence.
"You all look so beautiful," she said, "I wish we could do a class picture." There was laughter all around.
"Did all the boys have an orgasm?" Lori asked.
"Jeremy had two!" a voice called out.
"Excellent," Lori said. "Let's move on to our next demonstration. Girls, I'd like you all to sit on the edge of your desks, like me." She sat on the edge of her desk, facing the class, legs wide. The girls all took their places.
"Now boys, I'd like you each to kneel in front of your partner. Get nice and close so you can see properly. Very good. I'll ask my partner to demonstrate again." She smiled at me, and I moved to kneel between her legs.
"Now very gently, I'd like each boy to use one hand and touch his partner's vagina. Be very soft, vaginas are extremely sensitive. Girls, please open your legs nice and wide." She demonstrated, and I reached up and began lightly stroking her labia. It was very soft, with just a tiny bit of silky hair. Lori closed her eyes for a moment, than opened then and smiled at me. She turned back to the class.
"Girls, doesn't that feel nice?" she asked, and their were sighs and murmurs of assent around the room.
"Boys, you may begin to see some wetness, that's perfectly normal. This is how a girl's vagina becomes lubricated for sex. Notice there are several folds of skin surrounding the vagina. These are called labia. Can you all say ‘labia?'"
"Labia. Labia." They all called out.
"Very good. Boys, I'd like you to gently stroke the labia. Girls, you'll notice that this feels very good, and that the area is very sensitive." There were more sighs and some moans from around the room. I stroked Lori's beautiful inner folds and she opened her legs even more, her juices beginning to flow freely.
"Now, boys," Lori went on, "please carefully use your fingers to open the labia. It will look pink and wet inside. Now look at the top where the labia meet. You should see a small bump. This is called the clitoris. Can you all say ‘clitoris?'"
"Very good," Lori went on. "The clitoris is the most sensitive spot on a woman's entire body. The best way to stimulate it is with your tongue. Boys, I'd like you to lean in and carefully lick your partner's clitoris. I'll ask my partner to demonstrate." She smiled at me. I moved closer and licked Lori's clit. She was delicious. Holy shit. I was eating Lori Cantor's pussy. I could die happy right now.
The moans from around the room grew louder. Someone cried out "Oh my God!"
"Very good, Jennifer," Lori said. "Did you just have an orgasm?" Jennifer nodded, unable to speak. "Good job, Bobby," she smiled at the boy kneeling between Jennifer's legs. He looked proud. "Why don't you see if you can make Jennifer come again?" Bobby nodded and began enthusiastically licking Jennifer's pussy again."
The classroom was getting louder. More girls were coming, and their cries seemed to drive the others over the edge. Lori sat above me, her head thrown back, her lower lip caught between her teeth. I licked and sucked at her labia and clit, using my fingers to stroke the lips and probing inside with my tongue. ‘I'd love for her to have the biggest orgasm of her life right now' I thought. Lori's eyes shot open. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed.
"Oh. Oh. OH! OH! OH FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOOODDDDDD!!!!!" she screamed, her body thrashing in the throes of her orgasm. Lori's entire body quivered and shook and her eyes rolled back in her head. ‘Calm,' I thought. ‘Everything's cool.' Lori's breath finally calmed, and she turned to the class. They all stared at her.
"C-class," she stammered, "Please excuse my language. I'm afraid I lost control a bit there. Now where were we? Oh yes. Girls, did you all have an orgasm?" There were nods and sounds of assent.
"Very good. Now boys, would you all stand up for me, please?"
"Girls, you'll notice that even though they recently had an orgasm, most of your partners have an erection again. This is very important. Today we've learned one way to help a boy get erect again after coming. Boys, this will help you satisfy your girlfriends. Remember that most girls take longer to satisfy than most boys." Lori took a tissue from her desk and dabbed between her legs.
"Okay, class," she continued, "One more lesson. Girls, I want you to turn with your backs to the boys and bend over your desks. A dozen or more lovely young asses popped up around the room.
"Boys, put one hand on your partner's bottom. With the other, I want you to reach between her legs. Find the wet spot. Let me demonstrate." Lori leaned over her desk with her back to the class and smiled at me. Damn. I stepped forward and put one hand on her ass and reached between her legs with the other. She was soaked and swollen, ready to go.
"Now boys, use your hand to guide your penis into that wet spot. It should glide in easily. Some of you girls have never been penetrated before, and it will be tight, but if you boys apply gentle steady pressure, the vagina will stretch and let you in. Go ahead and give it a try." I took Lori's ass cheeks in either hand and spread them apart. I aimed my dick at her gorgeous cunt and zeroed in. Her warm wet pussy lips wrapped around my shaft and seemed to suck it in. Oh yeah.
"Now-now, b-boys, you can, um, just, uh, just do what comes naturally," Lori said, losing her train of thought. I began sliding my dick in and out of her and her breathing grew faster. Panting and groans came from around the room, along with the sound of flesh slapping together. Soon there were protracted groans as some of the boys came again.
"Bobby's fucking Jennifer in the ass!" one of the girls yelled.
"Yes he is!" Jennifer yelled back. "In my ass! In my fucking ass! Fuck yeah!"
More yells and groans came from around the room. Lori was pushing back toward me at every stroke, trying to take me deeper. I slammed into her as I hard as I could. ‘Lori fucking Cantor,' I thought. Damn. I let out a roar and another gush of cum erupted into Lori's hot cunt. At the same time she began thrashing again.
"Fuck yeah!" she yelled. FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK FUCKING YEAHHHH!!!" Her entire body spasmed as she same, and my cock slipped out.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" a deep voice yelled. Lori turned.
"Principal Wilson!" Oh shit. I thought fast. Principal Wilson, paused, his hand in the air as if about to say something. He looked confused. The kids all froze, every boy's dick buried in the pussy of his girl. Well, except Bobby's. I buttoned myself up and sent calming thoughts around the room. The boys all began pumping again and Jennifer started yelling again about her ass. Principal Wilson approached Ms. Cantor. He took off his glasses and put them on the desk. Standing behind her, he reached down, unzipped his fly, and pulled out a massive erection. He pushed Lori back down onto the desk and shoved his cock into her pussy, and began grunting.
I walked out of the classroom whistling.
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