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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer" by  deirdre  (MF FF D/s anal MM bd nc)  -- rp  by  H. Jekyll  and Please Cain
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Summer 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month (hopefully)

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Tue, 31 May 1994 08:58:24 UTC 
Subject: Repost: Summer

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Summer 
by deirdre

Ms. Wood didn't usually fill in for our regular gym teacher when he was
out--in fact she only ever did that one time. I guess they didn't
manage to get a regular substitute. Ms. Wood was one of the girls' gym
teachers.

She was pretty strict with us and it was actually a pretty normal gym
class--we went through a normal set of warm-up exercises and continued
our basketball drills which is what we had been working on. But when we
were heading back, she stopped me for a moment and asked if I had study
hall later in the day during fifth period. I told her I did, and she
asked if I could come assist her with some things. I agreed, and she
told me to dress out and come to her office.

Well, that intrigued me. Ms Wood is fairly good looking--with short
blond hair and a very athletic body. As a normal red-blooded, high-
school boy, I certainly started thinking about some of the more
outlandish things she might want from me, but actually, I was
stymied--I had no idea, except maybe to help with a class or to help
with some equipment.

Well, I knocked on her door as soon as I was dressed and Ms. Wood said
to come in. She was sitting at her desk, doing some paperwork and she
didn't even look up. The office was small, with the desk and a file
cabinet against one wall, and only a little walking space along the
opposite wall. There wasn't any window.

After a few seconds, she looked up at me and almost looked surprised to
see me there. She told me to shut the door, and then she told me to
turn around and face the wall! I was confused, but I did it. Her mind
seemed to be back on her paperwork before I had even turned around. I
just stood there looking at the wall, listening to her writing and
moving papers.

"Don't turn around." Her voice almost made me jump out of my skin after
the minute or so of relative silence.

"Yes m'am." I really didn't know what to say, much less do except to do
as she asked.

Then there was another knock at the door.

"Come in," she said. I heard the door open, and then close.

"Gee, I'm awful sorry I'm late... what's *he* doing here?" It was a
female voice. I felt funny standing there, but turning around seemed as
embarrassing as standing there, so I just stood. And then remembered
that that is what Ms. Wood had told me to do.

"He's here to give you what you said you miss." Now what did Ms. Wood
mean by that? The other voice sounded familiar. I tried to place it.

"You must be kidding!" I still tried to place that voice, "I couldn't
possibly..."

"Oh, no?" There was amusement in Ms. Wood's voice. I finally placed the
other woman! It was Ms. Sherwood! She was an english teacher and she
was an absolute fox! All the guys were in love with her, and I'd even
heard of guys who found out where she lived and hung around across the
street sometimes just to get a glimpse of her! "I don't think you'll
have any trouble at all." Ms. Wood had this way of giving orders that
was almost scary. Even though she was perfectly calm, you wouldn't
*think* of crossing her!

"Please, I can't! He's one of my students..."

"You asked for it, you're getting it," replied Ms. Wood, "slip off your
panties and lean over that file cabinet... *no more protesting*!" She
had cut off Ms. Sherwood's obvious attempt to speak up again. This was
getting very weird... but interesting! I heard moving around behind me,
and what sounded like *panties coming off*!

"OK," it was a whisper, right next to me, "turn around." I turned, and
couldn't believe my eyes! It was Ms. Sherwood, leaning against the file
cabinet away from me, just as they had said! She was looking away from
me, right at the wall. Ms. Wood picked up the back of her skirt and
lifted it, and her rear was completely bare! A soft whimper came from
Ms. Sherwood!

"OK, go ahead!" came Ms. Wood's whisper and she pulled on my arm,
pulling me toward Ms. Sherwood! Then she pulled down my gym shorts and
jock strap!

"Rub up against her rear to get ready," said Ms. Wood. I couldn't
believe this was happening... it was too much! I did it and boy it felt
heavenly! Ms. Wood had gone back to her desk and started working on her
papers again! My cock was hard and growing harder!

"Finger her, and make sure she's ready," said Ms. Wood. She hadn't even
looked up! I felt between her legs--she was wet!

"She is, isn't she... do it!" Ms. Wood still wasn't looking at us. I
lifted my cock with my hand and guided it to her cunt. I grabbed her
hips and pushed it in, and man did it feel sweet! Ms. Sherwood gasped.
I pushed all the way in, and then started to go back and forth in small
strokes. Her breathing was rough and hard. She never had looked back at
me.

"Make sure you do it hard." said Ms. Wood. She still hadn't looked up
from her papers. I continued fucking and I felt Ms. Sherwood pushing
back against me each time I pushed in! Soon she was doing a little
whimper with each stroke. I couldn't stand it any more, and went crazy,
picking up speed and banging against her. She was going crazy too, and
we heard a "sh" from Ms. Wood. I don't know how long we came, but it
was so long and hard!

But eventually it was over! My embarrassment returned at my position
standing there.

"Put your shorts back on and face the wall," Ms. Wood didn't let me
stand there confused. Soon I as back as I had been before.

"There, that's what you said you missed! Put your panties back on!" Ms.
Sherwood didn't reply at all, but just got dressed and left.

"Good! You can go now." And that was it? She was working at her desk
again.

"Oh, come back Thursday, a week from today, in your gym clothes, at
fifth period." And she closed the door and I was out!

Talk about walking around in a fog! I didn't know what to make of that,
but let me tell you, when I was laying down to sleep, memories of
having Ms. Sherwood like that kept me awake! At first I could hardly
look at Ms. Sherwood during class, but then I forced myself to overcome
it, and discovered that she was absolutely afraid to look at me! I
couldn't blame her! It was so weird sitting in class, thinking about
what she and I had done, and I thought *a lot* about what might happen
when I went back!

Of course I was going back. For one thing, I wouldn't want to cross Ms.
Wood. And go back I did! It was practically a replay of the first time
except that Ms. Sherwood wasn't so surprised by it all. Oh man was that
nice being inside her! And Ms. Wood told me to come back in a week, and
we did the same scene for several weeks straight! Complete with Ms.
Wood sitting at her desk, doing paperwork--after a couple of weeks, she
never even said a word to us after telling us to come in!

I dreamed about Ms. Sherwood! It seemed like I never looked at the
girls anymore--none of them could compare to Ms. Sherwood! Clara was
her name. Clara Sherwood. She was so beautiful, and I often
surreptitiously stared at her during class. Other guys did too,
sometimes, so probably no one thought anything about it. But they
didn't... have the *relationship* with her that I did!

One week, there was a tube of K.Y. jelly sitting on the file cabinet
when I came in. When Ms. Sherwood had come in, and I turned around to
*do* her, Ms. Wood stood up and took the tube and started fingering Ms.
Sherwood's rear. "No!" came a gasp from Ms. Sherwood.

"Quiet!"

"Please..." Ms. Sherwood's voice was a desperate little whisper now.
She didn't say any more. Ms. Wood never stopped applying K.Y. Jelly and
I could see that she was pushing it into Ms. Sherwood's rear hole!

"Do her ass." I couldn't believe this. "Cover your cock first." She
gave me the tube. I'd certainly never done anything like this before
and never dreamed I would for a long time. I covered my cock with it,
and then rubbed it up and down on Ms. Sherwood's crotch like I usually
do.

"Are you ready?" I said to her really softly.

"Quiet! Not another word!" Ms. Sherwood and I weren't going to disobey.
I held my cock right to her rear hole and started pressing. She let out
a little whimper and I pushed a little harder. It went in. There I was,
my cock inside Clara Sherwood's ass! No guy in the whole school would
ever believe it! I pushed.

"Fuck it."

I started stroking back and forth. I tried to be gentle. I heard her
breathing harder. She was turned on by it! I went faster. She was
bucking the way she usually did, and pushing back against me too! I
came so hard I was afraid of fainting! After that, Ms. Wood let me
decide whether to do her ass or her cunt. She seemed to like either,
and I did her ass a lot.

Then one Thursday I arrived and there was a girl in there! And not just
talking to Ms. Wood or something, she was standing against the back
wall facing it! She was in a gym outfit too, and as usual, Ms. Wood was
doing paperwork. There was something around the girl's head, like a
blindfold! Oh, man, I didn't know what to think!

Ms. Wood glanced at me with that look of hers and I realized I had
better just follow the routine until she said differently. I stood and
faced the other wall. I had recognized the girl. She was Brenda
Thompson and was one of the cheerleaders! I was someone she'd never
even look at!

Well, Ms. Sherwood got worried again: "What's *she* doing here!?"

"Don't worry about *her*. *I* ought to get a little fun, too. Go to
it!"

"Please..." was Ms. Sherwood's reply in a desperate-sounding whisper,
but she evidently gave it up because I heard her start to get ready.
Ms. Wood came up to me and tied something around my eyes, blindfolding
me.

"Go ahead," I heard her say again from across the room in a minute. I
groped my way to Ms. Sherwood and we started our usual fuck. I heard
some noises and gasps and some strident whispers. It was so weird,
somehow I was extra turned on. And so was Ms. Sherwood--I could tell!
We came so hard I couldn't believe it! When Ms. Sherwood was gone, Ms.
Wood took off my blindfold. Brenda was standing in the same spot, still
blindfolded. Ms. Wood told me to leave. Brenda was still there.

That week I couldn't get over seeing Brenda Thompson like that. It was
really something seeing her in the hall and imagining what she had been
doing. No one would possibly believe it of her! She was one of the
"popular" kids! Always talking with the other kids in the most popular
group. I don't think I'd ever exchanged a word with her.

The following Thursday, Brenda was there again, and the same scene
played again! The week after, Ms. Wood didn't blindfold me but somehow
I knew I'd better not stare at her and Brenda. But I caught that Brenda
was still blindfolded, that she undressed and was nude, and her hands
were handcuffed behind her! She was on her knees between Ms. Wood's
legs as she sat next to her desk! Later I noticed Brenda was leaning
over the desk and Ms. Wood was fingering and slapping her rear!

That scene repeated itself, though Ms. Wood had Brenda doing different
things. Sometimes she fingered Brenda and once she took off her own
shorts and was nude from the waste down! After a couple of weeks,
Brenda wasn't blindfolded. She was always standing against the wall
when I got there, and I always left first. I never did see her look at
me.

It was something to see Brenda like that, but actually my thoghts went
back to Ms. Sherwood. I couldn't get her out of my mind! The way she
responded, always so responsive and when we got into it, so
enthusiastic. I got so I was always aware when she was around and I
knew her schedule and where she was going. It seemed she had gotten
over some of her initial embarrassment when she couldn't even look in
my direction--she got so she could glance across the room where I was
sitting. But she never ever called on me or said anything to me. I
wondered what she thought of me.

I did notice one strange thing, once. The Principal came in the room
once during class and sat in the back. I could tell that Ms. Sherwood
got nervous, though she seemed to control it well. But as she was
lecturing us, she walked over to my desk, which was next to the
windows. She sometimes strolls around while she is lecturing and stands
over to the side of the class, but this day, she stood right next to
me, and seemed to stay there for a lot of the class! She even leaned on
my desk for a little while! That's the only time she did anything like
that, which made it seem even more significant.

Well, our Thursdays remained the same, until finally, then end of the
school year was approaching. On the last Thursday, after Ms. Sherwood
had left, Ms. Wood broke the pattern by talking to the two of us. We
were still standing, facing the wall.

"You two had better get together over the summer. Now that you're used
to this kind of stuff, you just won't enjoy what the *other kids* are
doing."

It was true that I was going to miss those Thursdays. Doing it with Ms.
Sherwood was so nice... I felt like I was in love! In our town, we
spent the summer on the beach. I went out there as usual and hung
around with my friends, Mark and Jim and Jim's girlfriend, Sandy, and
his brother, Craig, and a few other kids. We hung around like we
usually did in the summer and it was a great relief from school that
first week or so. But then I began to miss those scenes. I really
missed Ms. Sherwood. She was so great, and loved it so much! I missed
Ms. Wood and Brenda too, believe it or not. Ms. Wood was right: things
just weren't the same.

Mark mentioned that I was just sitting around and seemed to be in
another world. It wasn't more than a day later that Brenda came and sat
next to me! I had seen Brenda once or twice on the beach, but she was,
as usual, hanging out with her crowd, and we certainly hadn't said
anything to each other. Now she sat next to me, and started talking to
me as if we had been school friends since first grade! I wouldn't have
known what to say to her, but she seemed to be very good at starting
and holding up casual conversations.

After that, believe it or not, she stuck to me like glue. She was
always there. When she wasn't around, the other kids kidded me, and
Mark asked me how I had gotten her, and what we were doing. It was so
strange. I realized that I could easily ask her out one evening, or
suggest we go the mall one afternoon or something and it seemed like
she was ready to go along with it. A couple of times people from her
group would come over and talk to us for a little while, but they
seemed confused by it just like my friends were. 

Never, before that year, would I have predicted that Brenda Thompson
would be hanging around me. But, believe it or not, I just wasn't into
it. I was still thinking about Ms. Sherwood and those scenes. I
couldn't get my mind off her--the way she responded. She had a *real*
woman's body, and Brenda's just couldn't compare. 

Then one day, when we were just leaving, and no one was in earshot, I
heard Brenda say in a low voice "Fuck me! Please!" Just out of the
blue! She hadn't even looked at me! Her voice, though low, was filled
with desperation! I didn't say a thing or even look at her. She added
another "Please," and then went on getting ready to leave. 

She was there the next day. As we sat there watching everyone else swim
and play Frisbee and so forth, she brought up the subject of our
previous scenes. 

"You miss those scenes, don't you?" I didn't answer. "It's Clara
Sherwood, isn't it? She's absolutely gorgeous." 

I didn't speak right away, but then I said "It was the whole scene." 

"Yes," she replied and paused. "I *know*," she went on. Then she added,
"But you do like Clara." After I didn't answer, she added, "We could go
see her." I still didn't say anything. "She's in town. Ms. Wood is out
of town, but Clara is still here." 

That was all we said on the subject, but that afternoon Brenda said,
"Who knows what she'll do. She loved the scenes too." I immediately
knew exactly what she was talking about. She added "She can't say it's
too strange of us to stop in. There's nothing wrong with students
saying hi to one of their favorite teachers." 

"OK," I said. She suggested we go right away, because Ms. Sherwood's
house was on the beach, and all we'd have to do is walk down the beach.
So we were off in five minutes. 

Ms. Sherwood's house was sort of on the beach--it didn't have a beach
view because another house was between it and the beach, but obviously
she enjoyed access to the beach. We rang the front bell. 

She was there! She answered, and stared at us and looked confused, but
Brenda gave her a confident "Hi, Ms. Sherwood!" and she let us in.
Brenda was wearing a wrap over her swimsuit and I was wearing a
tee-shirt and swimming trunks. Ms. Sherwood was wearing shorts and a
tank top and she looked great! Her living room was extremely neat, and
seemed a bit fancy and modern compared with the house's exterior which
was obviously weatherbeaten. Brenda complimented her on the house and
soon she was giving us a tour. I didn't say much, and Ms. Sherwood
seemed to speak only when asked something, but Brenda kept up a steady
stream of patter. When we reached the bedroom, which like the rest of
the house, looked absolutely spotless and, well, like something out of
a magazine, Brenda sat on the bed and looked right at Ms. Sherwood and
told her it was a great bed! That was a little strange, but Brenda
pulled it off, and Ms. Sherwood looked a little startled, but didn't
say anything about it. 

After that, we left, but Brenda told her we'd come back to see her
again. That night I thought about nothing but Ms. Sherwood in those
shorts and tank top, and I thought about making it with her on that
bed. 

The next day, Brenda said we should go over in the morning! I didn't
think it would seem natural, but Brenda said we couldn't wait long, and
that Clara (as she referred to her) obviously knew something was up and
it would be better to just go ahead and confirm her suspicions. Finally
I went along with the idea. 

Ms. Sherwood had a nervous look when she answered the door. Brenda
walked right in without saying a word and Ms. Sherwood seemed to edge
away from the door and eyed Brenda suspiciously. I finally came in,
wondering what was going to happen. "Shut the door." It was Brenda who
said it. She sounded like she knew *exactly* what she wanted. I shut
it. 

"Ms. Wood won't like this," said Ms. Sherwood, finally. 

"Well, she's not here, is she?" answered Brenda who advanced on Ms.
Sherwood slowly. She motioned me to get behind Ms. Sherwood. 

Soon Ms. Sherwood was backed into me and Brenda was standing just
inches from her. Brenda reached out and started unbuttoning her blouse.
Ms. Sherwood didn't do a thing ... I think she didn't even breathe.
Brenda finished, and slipped off her blouse. Then she reached around
behind her and unhooked her bra. Ms. Sherwood's breasts were completely
uncovered! I looked at them over her shoulder and wished for a better
look. 

Brenda silently knelt down in front of Ms. Sherwood and undid the front
of her shorts. Ms. Sherwood raised her hands and covered her mouth, but
didn't do anything to cover herself or stop Brenda. Soon her shorts
were around her feet and Brenda was sliding down her panties. Brenda
stood up and fingered her nipples for a minute. Then she backed off. 

"Kneel," she said. Ms. Sherwood immediately got down on her knees.
Brenda looked at her with amusement on her face. Then suddenly she was
serious again. She came over and pulled me in front of Ms. Sherwood so
that her face was right in front of the front of my pants. 

"Unzip him." She did it. "Take out his cock ... Now, put it in your
mouth ... Suck him off! Make him come in your mouth!" Oh, it felt so
sweet. I'd never had anything like that before. It felt so good. She
just went on and on--it was everything I dreamed of. She kept sucking
and sucking and when I came, she didn't stop and she swallowed and
swallowed. I stood there facing Brenda who just watched with an
unreadable expression on her face. After that, she had Ms. Sherwood zip
me up again, and then we just left her like that, kneeling, nude in the
middle of her living room. 

When we were back outside Brenda suddenly went crazy. She was ready to
give me a high-five, and she jumped up and down and hugged me. I was
excited too--it seemed beyond our wildest expectations. We were
grinning all day, and that evening Brenda seemed reluctant to leave the
beach--actually, she seemed reluctant to leave me! We had shared so
much and we didn't want it to end! Finally, we agreed to meet again
after supper, and go back to the beach. A nighttime stroll! 

You may think I was thinking about getting Brenda onto the beach at
night, but in reality all I could think about was how easily we got
Clara Sherwood to go along with our schemes! I met Brenda and I could
tell that she was still feeling excited about it though she was calmer.
We were still grinning and we walked a bit, and then we decided to sit
for a while. Brenda had brought a blanket and a beach towel so we laid
out the towel and sat on it and talked. I had my arm around her and I
looked down at her and kissed her, and she kissed me back. She was
still obviously excited after our short kiss, and she was obviously
willing to do anything I asked! She asked me if she should take off her
blouse! Strangely enough I decided against it, and she understood. We
both saved ourselves for our bright future with Clara Sherwood. 

I asked her what it was she was getting, or going to get from our
sessions with Clara. She was perfectly willing to talk about it: she
*liked* Clara's body and had enjoyed seeing it today and seeing Clara
servicing me! She was looking forward to seeing Clara take my cock in
her rear and she was looking forward to using a leather belt on Clara's
rear, too! And she wanted to feel Clara lick her cunt! And she
especially wanted to see Clara getting it in the rear while Clara
licked her cunt. I couldn't believe all the things Brenda said. It was
obvious that she had a wide lesbian streak and a dominant one as well.
That was the frankest discussion of sex I ever recall having with
anyone, male or female. We seemed able to talk about anything. Later,
we were tempted to have sex again, but we managed to restrain ourselves
in anticipation of the next morning. But somehow, that evening was
better than sex: I actually didn't want that evening to end. 

But I can't say I wasn't raring to go the next morning. I was at the
beach early and couldn't wait to see Brenda. When she finally arrived,
she had to make me wait--she didn't want us bursting in on Clara too
early in the morning: it would make us seem too eager. We waited until
mid-morning and then headed over to Clara's house. 

We rang the doorbell, but instead of coming to the door, Clara called
us to come in. I checked the door and found it unlocked and we went in.
Clara was standing, right in front of us in the living room, totally
nude! She looked fantastic! She was facing us and looked as if she were
standing at attention! I couldn't believe it: she must be into it much
more than Brenda or I suspected. She didn't say anything but just
looked straight ahead, her eyes not even meeting ours. I was very
impressed and we walked over to her and started walking around her in a
little inspection tour. Then I noticed Ms. Wood sitting over to the
side of the living room where we couldn't see her as we entered. She
was sitting there with her legs crossed, watching us. Next to her was
another woman, who was standing at attention just like Clara except
that she was fully dressed. I froze, looking at Ms. Wood. In a few
seconds, Brenda apparently noticed her too and froze. We just stared,
stock-still. 

"So rather than take my suggestion, you decided to play some games with
Ms. Sherwood." Words caught in my throat, but in a few seconds I
started to answer. But she cut me off: "Don't say a word." 

She stood up and started a leisurely walk around the living room. "Both
of you, go out in the garage, remove all your clothes, and wait." She
said nothing more, but just stood there and waited for us to act. We
remained frozen for a little while, then we looked at each other
briefly, and then we both went towards the garage. 

We got out in the garage and its door was closed though there was no
car there. The walls were unfinished and the floor was concrete. We
stood there for a second, looking at each other. "We'd better do it,"
said Brenda. There was none of the giddy excitement we felt before,
only a cold fear. And a *different* exciting feeling! Soon we were
standing there, nude, wondering what was going to happen. I heard the
front door and some voices. 

Suddenly, the door opened and a whole bunch of men came in! "There they
are," came Ms. Wood's voice and the men all surrounded us. Immediately
I was grabbed and something was stuffed in my mouth. They were all big
and muscular and most of them were wearing swimming trunks. A gag was
secured around my head. They were tying ropes to my arms and soon they
were hoisting me with hooks in the ceiling and I found myself tied,
spread-eagled, hanging in midair with my ankles tied so my legs were
apart! Brenda was tied the same way: both of us were suspended in
midair. I heard stuff being dragged behind us and soon I noticed
platforms behind us. Men were standing right behind us and soon I felt
lubricant being pushed right into my ass! A guy behind me was pushing
his cock right between my cheeks! I could see that Brenda was getting
exactly the same treatment! Occasionally the guy pulled all the way out
for a minute, and watching Brenda I could see that guys were taking
turns. I felt a sharp pain and realized I'd been whipped! They did that
some more and then a cock was in my rear again! 

The door from the house opened again and Ms. Wood came out. She walked
over in front of Brenda and looked up at her, and came up and looked up
at me, too. She grabbed my cock and began stroking. "Hey! You're
supposed to force them to enjoy it!" she said. My cock was growing hard
even though the guy's cock was in my ass. Soon my cock was sticking
straight out! Ms. Wood was fingering Brenda's cunt with her other hand.
Ms. Wood kept it up, and soon I was coming, even with that guy inside
me. I could see that Brenda was coming too: she was bucking and
grinding even though she was suspended. Ms. Wood left and went back
toward the door to the house. But as I watched her, some of the guys
grabbed her and gagged her! She struggled hard, but soon they had
handcuffs on her and had her ankles bound together and had her naked.
She was on her hands and knees and a guy started pushing his cock into
her rear! She struggled to escape. A few of the guys went into the
house and I heard a scuffle through the open door though I couldn't see
anything. The guy had come in Ms. Wood's ass and had pulled out and
another guy was whipping her something fierce. I felt a sting on my ass
again. As I watched, a guy pulled off Ms. Wood's gag and stuffed his
hard cock into her mouth. I heard female moans from inside the house.


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