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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in your comments. It gives me a better idea who
my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.
- TRUE TO LIFE-
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
"Yes, exactly right!" She said with a smile.
"Well, yeh, that's what I look like. I only
make something up in my drawing if I don't know
what it really looks like." He said, hopeful that
would satisfy her and he would be out of here with
his book in a few minutes. With all the trouble that
book had caused him, he was now thinking of
burning it.
"Please don't take offense," Arlene said.
"But its been my experience that young men tend to
exaggerate in this area. I afraid I'm going to have to
have more concrete proof than just your say so."
"Like what?"
"Well they say seeing is believing." The
Teacher replied.
"You want me to drop my pants and show
you?" Michael asked. This was getting really weird.
"That would definitely answer the question."
She replied. "And after that the book is yours."
"I don't know...." Michael said, he had a
funny feeling about this.
"Oh come on," She said, and then added in a
whisper tone. "I promise not to tell anyone if it turns
out to be really small if that what you're worried
about."
That did it. Michael knew he had drawn
himself true to life and if he didn't do it now she
would think it was because he really was small.
Standing up he quickly undid his belt and
pulled down his pants. A moment later his
underwear followed.
He felt pretty funny standing there half naked
in front of one of his teachers - his cock hanging in
the wind so to speak. Mrs. Koda seemed to be
studying his organ with great interest. Finally she
spoke.
"I don't know, it seems to be somewhat
smaller than the sketches." She noted. "But then
again it is only semi-erect and you've drawn it in the
throngs of passion."
"Jeez," Michael thought, "What am I going
to have to do now, jerk it off until it's hard."
No sooner had that thought appeared in
Michael head when Arlene reached out with her
long manicured fingers and began to do just that.
Michael was dumbfounded. The salty language had
been one thing, but he couldn't believe that his
teacher was masturbating him.
Totally excited by her touch, it didn't take
more than a half dozen stokes for Michael to reach
his full hardness. Mrs. Koda stopped and looked at
his boyhood tool with a look of satisfaction.
"Well I guess you were telling the truth after
all." She said. "It is as big as you've drawn it."
"Great," Michael thought triumphantly.
"Now I'm out if here!"
"Of course, now what kind of hostess would
I be if I let you go out in such a state, all agitated
like that." Arlene remarked as she took a long close
look at his stiff dick. "You might attack the first
young girl you see out of uncontrollable lust!"
"What is she talking about?" Michael
thought as he looked down at her.
"I guess I'll just have to do something about
it myself." She concluded.
Before the impact of what she said could
even register, Arlene leaned forward and took his
hard cock into her mouth.
"Oh Shit!" Michael exclaimed as he felt the
warm softness engulf his cock. This had to be a
dream, any second he would wake up and find
himself in his own bed.
That thought lasted only a few seconds as his
mind turned to the ripples of delight produced by his
Teacher's skillful tongue. If anything, his cock had
grown even harder as he looked down and watched
those soft red lips he had seen day after day in class
now slide up and down his manhood.
Michael quickly dismissed any thought of
trying to stop Arlene. A few minutes before, he had
felt guilty about not walking out when she had asked
to see his cock, then even guiltier when she had
jerked him off. It was, he told himself, the result of
her having had too much to drink. But now, with
the woman he had fantasized about all year on her
knees in front of him, Michael couldn't think of
anything except how good her mouth felt.
Arlene was a born cocksucker. With a skill
that could only have come from years of practice,
she took Michael's seven inches deep into her throat.
Michael had only had three blowjobs before, one
from Carol Myers and two from Cynthia Rodriguez.
None of those had felt like this.
The wetness of Arlene's mouth seemed to
engulf his entire being. Her tongue was everywhere
at once. Licking up under the crown, tickling the
sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the sides
of his cock as she took him all the way into her
throat.
"Oh Mrs. Koda...." He moaned.
Michael placed his hands against the back of
Arlene's head and began to thrust his cock into her
mouth. He had never done this before but it seemed
to excite Mrs. Koda. The pressure on his cock grew
and grew until he knew it would only be a minute or
two before he exploded. He wondered if she would
let him come in her mouth, something he had always
dreamed of. Or would she pull away at the last
moment.
Michael needn't have worried, Arlene had no
intention of letting even a drop of her prize spill to
the floor. She continued to hold his balls with her
free hand, delaying his climax. She could feel the
fire building inside him, it felt so good. It had been
years since she had really sucked a cock, her
husband viewed it as sometime only the lower
classes did.
Finally she released her grip and Arlene felt
the first drops of hot cum splatter against the back
of her mouth. Furiously pumping his cock with her
hand, she opened wider and swallowed as much of
her student as she could. The salty white fluid filled
her as she closed her eyes and savored the tangy
taste. Memories of years past when she had a dozen
different lovers flashed through her mind, and the
different taste each had . Of course that was before
she'd become Mrs. Doctor Perfect.
Words couldn't describe the ecstasy Michael
felt as his seed burst from his cock and disappeared
into Mrs. Koda's mouth. His legs felt weak, his heart
raced and a cold film of sweat covered his body.
Never in his young life had he had an orgasm this
intense.
It seemed like it would never end as he
erupted a third and then a fourth time. The last
burst as powerful as the first. Finally the fifth spurt
signaled the end as Arlene slowed the motion of her
head and gently began to lick the length of his cock
clean.
She took a final lick of his now softening
cock and let it slip from her mouth. She looked up
at him, a very satisfied smile on her face. Michael
smiled back, unsure what to do next. He felt
incredibly awkward. What do you say to a married
woman who had just given you the most incredible
blowjob of your life.
"Did you enjoy that?" Arlene said as she
stood up.
"Oh yes." Michael said as she reached her
full height.
"Good." She purred like a cat who had just
finished a saucer of milk.
Arlene then pressed her lips against
Michael's, giving him a passionate kiss. The taste of
his juices was still on her lips and when she reached
into his mouth with her tongue, he sampled an even
larger measure. Once, in a moment of boyish
curiosity, he had tasted his cum after masturbating -
he had hated it. Yet now, he found it highly erotic.
Stepping back from Michael, Arlene took
another drink from her glass. She seemed to ignore
Michael now, and he figured it was time to go. It
was likely that she might regret her actions after a
while and he'd rather be long gone when she did.
"I supposed that this is going to lead to
another set of drawings." She suddenly said.
"No M'am." Michael quickly answered.
"Oh?" She replied, a look of disappointment
on her face. "You've grown tired of me already?"
No, of course not!"
"Good, so you will draw me again?"
"If it makes you happy." Michael said, torn
between a desire to make her happy and get his ass
out of there.
"Well in that case, I should make sure that
you draw me as I really am!" Arlene said as she put
the now empty glass down.
As Michael watched, she reached up behind her neck and undid
the clasp of her cocktail dress. In a flourish of red, the
material fell to the floor, displaying an impressive set of
breasts.
Like she had stated earlier, her nipples were indeed very
large, sitting atop wide pink crowns. The size of her breasts
also surprised Michael. Buried beneath the conservative
blouses she usually wore to school, they were in fact an
impressive 36D. Even Jenny Greene was only a 34C.
"You can take a closer look if you like." Arlene said as she
smiled and ran her fingers across her tits. "Touch them if you
want. In fact, I wouldn't even mind if you wanted to kiss
them."
That did it for Michael. Whatever tomorrow brought, tonight
he was going to go for everything he could. He no longer
cared if it was the alcohol or that Mrs. Koda was just
incredible horny. All that mattered was that she obviously
wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could already feel
his cock springing back to life.
Michael cupped both breasts and moved his mouth to the
closest nipple. He heard Arlene sigh as he took it into his
mouth and began to gently suck it. If it was one thing he had
learned from dating Cindy, it was how to suck a woman's
breasts. She used to have him do it for the longest time.
His tongue traced the outline of her aureole as his fingers
massaged her other breast. He could feel the nipple growing
harder in his mouth as he covered it with his warm saliva. He
eased Arlene onto the couch and began to kiss and lick his way
across her chest until he came to her other nipple where he
repeated his performance. Arlene just laid back and closed
her eyes, a happy smile beaming across her face.
"Mmmm..soft is nice." She murmured. "But I also like it
hard. I want you to fuck me...I want you to fuck me hard!"
"Hard?" Michael repeated.
"Yes, I can see it in your drawing that's what you want too."
She continued as he again took a breast in each hand and
massaged them. "I want you to fuck me like I was a cheap slut.
Like I was a common whore!"
Michael could see the excitement in her face when she asked
to be fucked like a tramp. He'd heard of women who wanted to
be taken as part of a fantasy but never thought Mrs. Koda
would be the type. Deep down it was his most secret fantasy
also, that was what his sketches had all been about. But up
to this moment it had all been just that -fantasy.
"I've watched you and all the other boys in my class getting
hard in school." She went on. "I know you all went home and
jerked off, thinking what it would be like to sleep with me.
Now's your chance, now's your chance to fuck me! Take me as
rough as you want!"
Now totally controlled by the lust which had manifested
itself in his fantasy drawing, Michael wasted no time in
fulfilling Mrs. Koda's request. Lifting her off the couch, He
eased her onto the carpeted floor and positioned her on all
fours. Taking a position behind her, Michael stroked his hard
cock as he rubbed his cockhead against Arlene's wet hole. As
he rubbed his maleness up and down the length of her opening,
Mrs. Koda pressed her pelvis against his hardness, inviting
him to enter her.
"Fuck me!" Arlene cried out as she pressed against him. "I
need you inside me so bad!"
With that, Michael thrusted forward and slid effortlessly
inside of her. As wonderful as her mouth had felt around his
cock, it was nothing compared to the tightness that now
pressed against his manhood. This was only his second attempt
at intercourse, the first having been with Cindy. That
attempt hadn't gone every well, she had been unable to take
him inside her fully, claiming that it hurt too much to
continue. Mrs. Koda on the other hand was so lubricated
already that he slid in and out without effort. He had seen
this position in one of his father's hidden adult films, and
decided it was a lot more fun than the old missionary. With a
firm grip on Arlene's hips, he soon developed a firm rhythm.
One which Arlene quickly matched, timing her gyrations to
meet his forward thrusts.
The pace quickened and Michael's thrusts became more savage,
each drive seeming to penetrate deeper than the last. He would
slide his rock hardness almost all the way out, then push
forward in a furious thrust until his balls slapped against
her. Each time he looked at the naked woman stretched before
him, he thought of the hundreds of times he had imagined this.
The image caused his lust to grow more and more.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Arlene panted as her sweat covered body
quaked in passion. "Fill me with your cock!"
Even thought he had cum only about ten minutes before,
Michael knew he would soon erupt again. This time he didn't
have the advantage of Arlene's skillful hand to delay his
orgasm. His own body was also covered with sweat, his breaths
labored under his efforts. Then in an instant of crystal
clarity, the young man had a sudden burst of inspiration.
Something he had never really imagined before, not even in the
secret pages of his sketch book.
So wet had Arlene's love canal become and so intense had
Michael's thrusts become, he had slipped out of her more than
a few times. He was usually back within her before she could
even notice. This time he pulled out deliberately.
In her sexual ecstasy, it was several seconds before Arlene
realized that Michael was no longer within her. A look of
desperation filled her face as she began to turn her head and
look over her shoulder to see what had happened. She was so
close to what she knew would be a truly awesome climax - he
couldn't stop now. To her relief, Michael was already guiding
his wonderful cock back to her womanhood.
No sooner had she turned her head forward again, Arlene felt
the sudden pressure against her anus. Realizing what Michael
intended, she was suddenly very sober. She opened her mouth to
protest. Arlene got as far as forming an O when her tight
pucker hole parted and Michael's highly lubricated cock filled
her.
"AAAAAA!" She yelled as she felt
Michael's balls slam against her firm round asscheeks. So cum
covered was his cock that his full length slid in on the very
first try.
As suddenly as he had entered her, Michael pulled back and
repeated his initial thrust. To Arlene's relief and surprise,
this time didn't hurt as much. By the fifth or sixth
penetration , it was actually beginning to feel good.
Lowering her head to the floor where she could rest on one
arm, Arlene reached back between her legs with the other hand
and began to furiously rub herself. She slid three fingers
into her pussy while she rubbed against her button with her
thumb.
As tight as Arlene's pussy had been, her ass was
unbelievable. Michael never made it to the tenth stroke as he
felt a surge of hot cum erupt from his balls and fill her ass
as he began his ninth. He pulled her buttocks against him,
driving as deep into her as he could. His legs felt rubbery
as he felt his energy drain from his body into his loins.
Then from there it passed from his body into hers.
Mrs. Koda lasted a few moments longer. Spurred on her the
ministrations of her own hand, something she'd had long hours
of practice at, Arlene pushed herself over the edge. Her body
quaked and bucked like a bitch in heat. She couldn't manage
words, a few animalistic grunts were all that flowed from her.
Even in the movies, Michael had never seen a woman climax
like that. It scared him a moment when he thought she might
be having some kind of seizure.
Finally, Arlene dropped to the floor, her energy spent.
Feeling a little weak himself and unsure what to do. Michael
dropped down and laid next to her.
It was ten minutes before Mrs. Koda opened her eyes and
looked at him. A sudden fear filled him as he looked into her
deep green orbs. Would she suddenly realize how far she had
gone and blame him. What if she called it rape? After all, no
matter who started it, he had forced his way into her ass.
Michael needn't had worried. A wide smile beamed back at him
as she leaned over and kissed him lightly.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"I should be the one thanking you." Michael answered back,
her smile reflected on his own face.
Michael dressed quickly as Arlene covered herself with a
robe. Glancing at the clock, he hoped his parents hadn't
called Bobby's house to check on him. He knew Bobby would
cover for him, it would be easier to say he was there than to
explain why he had stayed at Mrs. Koda's house so long.
"I guess I'd better be going." Mike said, feeling suddenly
very awkward. What do you say to your Teacher after you've
just fucked the life out of her.
"Don't forget your book." Mrs. Koda said as Michael began to
head for the door.
"Would you believe that I almost forgot all about it."
Michael laughed.
Mrs. Koda held out the book to him, then abruptly pulled it
back. Michael eyes opened wide in surprise. Was this some new
game?
Arlene quickly opened to the pages covered with sketches of
Michael and herself. She flipped them until she opened to the
page she was looking for. Smiling, she ripped the page out of
the book.
"A little souvenir." She said with a grin as she again held
out the sketch book to him.
This time he took it and quickly placed it under his arm.
Curious, he asked to see what drawing she had torn out and
why. To his surprise, it was the full page closeup of her
giving a blowjob. She said she had picked that one because it
was the only picture that was undoubtedly her. Only the cock
and mid-section of the boy appeared in the sketch but she said
she would always know who's cock it had been.
Her attention riveted to the souvenir, Michael excused
himself and quickly let himself out.
Michael was relieved when it was announced on Monday morning
that Mrs. Koda wouldn't be returning fore the last two weeks
of school. Some personal problems at home it was rumored. The
two weeks passed quickly, and before he knew it graduation
day arrived.
After the ceremony, Michael and Bobby met their families in
the parking lot. He wasn't really paying attention to all the
things people were saying to him, the day had been too much of
a whirl of images. He hadn't even noticed the tall woman who
had come up behind his parents.
"May I also render my congratulation." Arlene Koda said as she
stepped up alongside Mrs. Rossi.
"Gee, thanks Mrs. Koda." Bobby said
quickly, hoping that this was going to be the last person to
want to congratulate them. The sooner they got out of here,
the sooner they could start to party.
It was a few seconds before Michael could find his voice. He
finally managed a weak thank you.
"You have a very talented son here, Mr. and Mrs. Rossi."
Arlene said with a smile. "I think he has a good future ahead
of him with his ability."
"Why thank you." Mrs. Rossi replied.
"Yes, we're really going to miss him at Peterson next year."
Arlene said.
"You're going to be here next year?"
Michael asked, suddenly finding his voice.
"Yes I will." Arlene answered. "Originally it looked like I
wouldn't be able to, but things have changed in the last few
weeks. I was able to convinced my husband that it was more
beneficial to his career that I stay at Peterson than spending
all my time doing society work."
"Well if that's what you really want, then good for you."
Mrs. Rossi, not really sure what the young woman was talking
about.
"By the way Michael, I really meant what I said about your
ability." Arlene said. "In fact, if you really don't have a
summer job yet, I'd like to hire you to do a portrait of me
for my house. I'm going to spend the summer redecorating it.
My husband has given me a blank check so I'm sure I could make
it worth the effort. "
"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Rossi gushed. "If you're sure he
could do your portrait justice."
"Oh I've no doubt of that." Arlene said beaming. "I'm
positive that Michael could bring out the real me."
Michael just grinned in reply. Already picturing the poses
they could try out over the summer.
END
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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