Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Portrait (mF, cons, oral, anal)
Date: 25 Sep 1995 23:35:18 GMT

			     True To Life

	Friday afternoon couldn't have come too soon for the students
of Peterson High School. It was the first week of June and they had
less than two weeks to go until graduation. For Michael Rossi and
Bobby Williams, it meant that in ten short days they would finish
their years at Peterson and move onto bigger and better things. In
Bobby's case it was a football scholarship at State, and for Mike
Rossi a chance to study Industrial Arts at Brookfield U.

	"I thought that English Lit class would never end," Bobby said
as they headed for the bus stop on the corner. "I just can't seem to
understand Hamlet, they speak so funny. You never know what they're
talking about."

	"Well you better figure it out real quick," Mike said to his
longtime pal. "Cause Old Man Winters is a bug on Shakespeare, and
Hamlet is supposed to be his favorite. You know he's going to put it
on the final."

	"Shit," Bobby groaned. "I'm screwed then. I even got those
Monarch Notes, but they still didn't help."

	"Tell you what," Mike said as he suddenly stopped. "How bout
you take my story notes home over the weekend. Read then tomorrow and
I'll come over Sunday and go over with them with you."

	"That'd be great," Bob said, the relief in his voice evident.
"What am I ever going to do without you when I get to State."

	"Properly fail," Mike joked. "But by then you'll be someone
else's problem."

	The larger boy joined in the laughter and slapped Mike on the
back. They had been friends since the ninth grade. Even back then,
Bobby had been a jock. Mike on the other hand had been a skinny, pale
little kid who more than earned the title nerd. He was the kind of kid
that always seem to get beat up by the bigger guys. That was until the
day Bobby Williams had come across a Junior about to deposit Mikey in
a waste bin after he had spilled milk on his jacket.

	Bobby didn't know Mike from Adam, but he'd had a little
brother who used to get picked on by the bigger kids. In fact, since
Bobby was left back in the fifth grade, he was eighteen months older
than the rest of his class. That made his little brother Steve only
six months younger than Mike.

	From that point on, the two had formed an unlikely friendship.
Mike had spent many a night tutoring Bobby in one subject or other.
Bob in turn had helped his younger friend branch out in other areas
that he normally wouldn't have approached. True, he wasn't about to
try out for the football team, but he had long ago shed his nerd
image. At least in appearance.

	Rummaging through his knapsack, Mike finally came up with a
small red binder and handed it to Bobby.

	"Try not to drool on it when you eat," he said as his friend
dropped the binder in his own carry case. "I realize that I'm asking a
lot, but I do try to take care of my study notes."

	"Funny, Rossi, real funny," came Bobby's reply. "There are
times I wonder why I kept them from putting you out with the trash."

	Mike didn't seem to hear the comeback. His attention seemed to
be concentrated on his knapsack as he sorted through its contents
looking for something. A worried look flashed across his face as he
began to shift through the books and binders a second time.

	"Lose something? Bobby inquired.

	"My sketchbook," Mike replied as he looked a third time.
"It's not here!"

	"You sure?"

	"Of course I'm sure," he answered, a tense anxiousness in his
voice. "I've looked three times!"

	Michael's great love was drawing, and his sketchbook was his
pride. Not that he ever showed it to anyone. Sure once and a while he
would produce a portrait for someone after he had ripped it from the
book, but no one ever saw the book itself.

	"Hey don't worry about it, it's just a book. I'll bet it's
sitting in your locker or under your desk in one class or another,"
Bobby said as he glanced at his watch and saw that the bus would be
there in a few minutes. "Don't worry about it, you'll get it Monday."

	The hard angry look he suddenly got from his friend told him
he had said exactly the wrong thing. It was as if after causing a
loosing fumble, Mike had told him football was only a game.

	"Ok, I'm a thick headed jock and don't know anything about
art," Bobby apologized. "I know you're going to go back and look for
it, do you want me to go back with you?"

	"Nah, I don't want you to be late for your job at McDonalds,"
Mike said, accepting the apology. "You might need those job skills
some day."

	"It's a good thing you're such a hot shot artist, cause as a
comedian you'd make a great waiter."

	"There's the bus, get going!" Mike said as he pointed out the
gray bus rounding the corner.

	"Ok, ok," Mike said as he grabbed his bag and started to head
for the stop.

	"One of these days, I really want to see what's in that book,"
he said after he had gone a few stops. "My money's on a dozen or so
nudes of Jenny Greene!" Bobby added, making reference to the girl who
was without question, the hottest babe in school.

	From the sudden blank look he saw on his friend's face before
he turned to run the last twenty feet, Bobby got the impression he
hadn't been far off.

				* * *

	After checking his locker and coming up empty, Mike began to
reverse his steps for his last few periods. The book had been in his
bag during his lunch. He'd done a quick sketch of Timmy Butler playing
his sax in the lunchroom. Mike clearly remembered putting it away
after that. Having no luck in the rooms used for English Literature
and Health Science, the brown haired youth headed for the second floor
and American History.

	Since entering the school, Mike had only passed one other
person in the halls. The dismissal bell on a Friday afternoon was like
the starting gun at the races. Even the teachers were usually gone by
3:10. With luck, he would find the book fast and make the 3:35 bus.

	Quickly moving to his desk in the back of the classroom, Mike
lifted the desktop, only to find it held only a few papers and a spare
pencil. He was sure, it had to have been here. The only other
possibility was Music Appreciation, but they'd listened to a concert
tape today and he hadn't even opened his bag in that class. Could
someone have taken the book out of his bag somewhere else.

	"Did you lose something?" asked a voice from the front of the
room.

	Mike whirled around to find himself faced by Mrs. Koda, his
History teacher. Normally, Mike loved sitting in the back of the room
and watching Mrs. Koda teach. It wasn't that he had such an interest
in history, it was that he loved watching her walk around the room.

	Arlene Koda was as far from the stereotype school teacher
image as you could get. Standing 5'6", she had long curly red hair
that reached down to below her shoulders. Bright emerald green eyes
lit up her face and she had a body that not even Jenny Greene could
match. As on most days, she was dressed rather conservatively, a plain
white blouse and blue skirt. Yet even these plain clothes couldn't
hid the woman beneath.

	Only in her early thirties, Mike had heard someone once say
that she had come in second runner up in some statewide beauty contest
back when she was in college. If she had come in third, Mike couldn't
imagine what number one and two could've looked like.

	"Is something wrong Mr. Rossi?" He heard her ask.

	Mike suddenly realized that he'd been standing there for over
ten seconds without saying a word.

	"Er... no," he stuttered. "I... er... forgot my sketch book
somewhere and... thought I might have left... it in class."

	"Oh, then this must be yours," Arlene said as she pulled open
one of her desk draws and pulled out a thick black bound book. "I
found it on the floor in the back of the room when I was cleaning up
earlier."

	Michael went pale as she lifted the book up and flipped it
open to a page near the front. A cold sweat suddenly ran down his back
as she turned a few pages.

	"I only took a quick look before to see if there was a name in
it," Arlene said as she turned another page. "I didn't see one, so I
just put it away. By Monday, I figured, someone would've come looking
for it."

	Michael's heart was racing as he slowly walked to the front of
the room. Each time she turned another page, his heart felt like it
skipped a beat.

	"Oh God," The seventeen year old pleaded in a silent prayer.
"Please let her stop."

	"This is really excellent work. I have to say I'm impressed,"
Arlene continued as she admired one particular drawing. "I can see why
you'd be worried that you lost this book."

	"Yeh," Mike replied, trying so very hard to be cool as he
reached out for the book.

	"In fact, I'm surprised you haven't submitted any of this work
to the Peterson Quarterly or the Yearbook. I'm the faculty advisor for
both you know," she went on as she flipped a dozen or so more pages,
scanning the last half of his work. "In fact I... "

	Her voice suddenly fell silent as she flipped back to a page
she had just flew past. From the look on her face, Mike knew he was
busted. He suddenly felt dizzy and was afraid he was about to faint.

	"Oh my... " he dimly heard Mrs. Koda say as she turned a few
more pages.

	She paused for a second, a look of disbelief on her face.
Then she turned another page.

	"Oh my Lord!" she exclaimed, this time much louder.

	With that, Michael did faint.

				* * *

	Michael's first sensation of consciousness was the smell of
flowers. Even before he opened his eyes, the sweet scent filled his
nostrils. When his eyes did open, they quickly focused on the soft
full breasts pressing against the white blouse of the woman leaning
over him. He was lying on a couch in a large room he recognized as the
Teacher's Lounge.

	"I'm glad to see you're back with us, Mr. Rossi," Mrs. Koda
said when she noticed his open eyes. "I was beginning to wonder if I
was wrong in not calling the paramedics."

	"No,... I'm ok... " Mike mumbled as he shook his head to clear
it.

	As he sat up he saw the thick black book sitting on the coffee
table. In a cold numbing clarity, he remembered what had happened.
Hesitantly, he sat up and tried to think of something to say.

	"I'm really sorry about all this... " he said.

	"I should think so," Mrs. Koda replied. "I really can't even
express how shocked I am by the drawings in that book. Or how
surprised I am that a young man of your scholastic ability could have
created them."

	With that she flipped open the book and turned to the
offending pages. Spread out across ten sheets were a dozen or more
sketches of a man and woman engaged in various sexual acts. Some of
the figures were generic, but more often than not, the male figure was
Michael himself.

	Arlene turned past the assorted drawings, stopping at a
closeup of a woman performing fellatio. She could've been mistaken
about the other depictions, but there was no doubt that the likeness
in the closeup was her own.

	"These drawings are enough to get you expelled, you know that,
don't you?" she asked Michael.

	Michael merely nodded, too stunned at the idea to say
anything.

	"And that, I think, would be a real shame. I'd hate to be the
cause of your losing your scholarship."

	Michael's eyes followed the teacher across the room, for once
his attention riveted on her words instead of the sway of her ass. She
still had the book in her hands, glancing down at his creations as she
spoke.

	"But I do have a responsibility as a teacher in this school to
maintain discipline and order. I just can't let an incident like this
go unacknowledged."

	A dozen possible repercussions of his stupidity flashed
through Michael's mind. His parent's reaction if he were expelled, the
loss of his chance to go to Brookfield. In half of them, he saw
himself needed those job skills he jokingly suggested Bob might need.

	"It would be different if these were just simple nudes,"
Arlene continued. "I could just dismiss them as art with a poor choice
of subject. Yet as hard as I try, I can't classify drawings like these
as anything but pornographic."

	"`I don't have to worry about getting a job at the McDonald's.'
Michael thought as he saw his future flush down a toilet. `My father
is simply going to kill me and be done with it. How is he going to
explain to his friends and business associates that his son got kicked
out of school for drawing porno pictures of one of his teachers.'

	"Still, a decision that will have such a strong effect on your
future shouldn't be made in haste," Michael heard Mrs. Koda say,
snapping his attention back to her. "And since if anyone is the
offended party in this matter, it's myself, or am I wrong in
concluding that I'm the subject of these images?"

	Michael shook his head no.

	"Well then, as the offended party it's up to me to decide what
action should be taken," she concluded. "I've decided to sleep on it
over the weekend and come to a decision by Monday."

	With a loud bang, she slammed the book shut.

	"You may go," she said. "I'll see you Monday morning."

	Michael was on his feet in a flash and headed for the door,
his hands still shaking. He was about to disappear down the hall when
Mrs. Koda called after him with a final question.

	"Can I assume that no one else has seen the contents of this
book? She asked.

	"No, Ma'am. I mean, Yes, Ma'am. No one ever sees that book but
me," he answered quickly.

	"Good, very good!" Arlene said, a smile on her face.

	With that, Michael turned and ran down the stairs and out of
the building as fast as he could.

				* * *

	Michael slept very little Friday night and was listless all
day Saturday. He felt like a condemned convict, waiting for the ax to
fall. Better if Mrs. Koda had simply decided yesterday, at least he
wouldn't have to suffer through this terrible waiting. Then he
reminded himself that as long as she hadn't rendered her decision,
there was still a chance he could find a way out of this mess. It had
barely been twenty-four hours and he was already a nervous wreck. What
would he be like by Monday morning?

	All afternoon he ran errands, trying to keep his mind off the
impending decision. His Mother had commented on his sudden moodiness,
but his father had told her not to worry about it. The boy probably
has a girl on his mind. Little did his father know how true that was.

	Getting home about 6:30, Michael sat down to a late supper
with his family. He wasn't really hungry, but skipping it would cause
too many questions. He wasn't really paying any attention to the table
talk until his Mother remarked that one of his teachers had called
today.

	"One of my teachers called?" Michael asked as his eyes lit up.
"Which one?"

	"Well I didn't take the call, Cindy did," his Mother replied.

	"Who called?" he asked his little sister.

	"Mrs. Kodak or something like that," she replied, still
stuffing her face with stuffing.

	"Koda?" Mike asked.

	"Yeh, that was it," the twelve year old said. "She said
something about some book she found in school that belonged to you."

	"What exactly did she say?" Michael questioned his sister, his
face turning cold and pale.

	"Just that she found some book of yours and that if you wanted
to pick it up you could stop over her house and get it."

	"Anything else?"

	"Just that her husband and she were going out at 07:30 and it
would have to be before then."

	"07:30!" Michael exclaimed as he looked up at the kitchen
clock, it was already 5 after. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

	"So I forgot," Cindy replied. "Big deal, you'll get it
tomorrow. I left the address over on the bulletin board."

	Michael jumped up from the table and quickly found the note
pinned to the corkboard. It was an address in the Pinedale section.
That was at least a twenty minute drive.

	"Dad, can I borrow the car?" he asked his father as he reached
for the spare keys in the hook below the board. "I might still be able
to catch them."

	"I can't see what's all so important that you need to rush
over there?" his father said as he too noted the time.

	"It's my sketch book... " Michael began to say.

	"No wonder you've been so depressed," his Mother interrupted.
"John... " she said as she turned to her husband.

	"All right," John Rossi gave in. "But I don't want you
speeding over there. I know that book is important to you but it's not
worth getting into an accident for."

	"Thanks Dad!" Michael exclaimed as he bolted out the kitchen
door.

				* * *

	Michael's heart dropped a little more as he watched the
dashboard clock click off each new minute. He'd been stuck in this
traffic jam on Main St for nearly a half hour and the bright green
digits now read 08:05. By now, Mr. and Mrs. Koda were long gone, and
with them any chance of his retrieving his sketch book and his future.
By tomorrow she might've had a change of heart. Maybe she would
mention it to her husband and he would be so outraged that he would
demand she take some punitive action against the offender. Either way
it meant another sleepless night.

	By 08:15 he had cleared the traffic and was now only 5 minutes
from the Koda house. He decided to still head there and at least leave
an apologetic note. Maybe that would help. Stopping to use a pay
phone, he told his Mom that he had been delayed by the traffic and
that he was going to take the car over to Bob's house if that was ok
with Dad. 6 minutes later he was pulling up in front of the Koda
house.

				* * *

	The house was big, twice the size of the one Michael had grown
up in. A carefully kept lawn and an endless row of flowers showed the
work of professional landscapers. Thinking of all the hot Saturday
afternoons he had spent with a mower, Michael felt a tinge of envy of
someone who could afford to pay to have that done for them. A car was
parked in front of a two car garage, a new 95 Lexus.

	Michael wondered how a teacher could afford a house like this,
then he remembered someone once saying that she was married to some
kind of surgeon.

	"Great, nice to know her husband has easy access to sharp
knives," Michael said as he walked up the pathway.

				* * *

	Michael had reached the large front door when he suddenly
realized that he didn't have anything to write a note on. Searching
his pockets, he could only come up with a dry cleaning receipt. A
message scribbled on the back of that wouldn't exactly leave the type
of impression he wanted.

	From the street, he had noticed a few lights on throughout the
house. It could just be part of an alarm system, but if he was really
lucky, maybe they had a maid or someone at home he could let know he
had stopped by.

	Brushing back his hair and straightening his clothes, Michael
rang the bell. A few minutes passed and there was no response. He
tried it again and was about to give it up and head home when he heard
footsteps approaching the door.

	The door swung open and Michael was rendered speechless. The
woman standing there bore only a superficial resemblance to the
teacher he knew. The long red hair that was normally pinned back and
hidden had been styled into a intricate design. Normally she wore a
very subdued pink lipstick, now it was bright red. As red as her lips
was the cocktail dress she wore, the plunging neckline of which gave
him a delightful view of the breasts he had so fantasized about. In
fact, so taken was he by just the sight of those soft, white globes,
he didn't immediately notice the imprint of her nipples against the
thin material of the dress. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a
bra.

	"Mrs. Koda?" Michael finally stammered out.

	"Michael," she answered somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't
really expect you this late."

	"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't get the message until very
late, then I got stuck in traffic. I was just going to leave a note
then I realized that I didn't have anything to write on."

	"Very well, as long as you are here, you might as well come
in," she said in a voice that said this hadn't been her first
disappointment of the evening.

	"You have a beautiful house," he said as he walked from the
foyer into a large living room. Everything about the house said money.

	"Thank you, but I had nothing to do it," she replied as she
walked over to a desk on the far side of the room. "My husband had it
decorated by professionals, and it's cleaned by a maid. It's just
another trophy to his success."

	Immediately, Michael knew he had hit on a sore point right out
of the box. Not a good thing to do with someone who help your fate in
her hands.

	A large 11 x 14 photo on the wall caught Michael's attention.
It was of the finalists in a beauty pageant The stories had been true.
The third runner up was obviously a younger Arlene Koda. To Michael,
she had it all over the winner and runner-up. What could have those
judges been thinking?

	"That's another one of my husband's trophy," Arlene said from
behind him. "Miss Mayfield County - 1983."

	Michael did understand at first, then he realized that she was
referring to herself as the trophy, not the photograph.

	"You were beautiful," Michael observed, then added a few
seconds later. "I mean not that I don't think you're still beautiful
now... I mean... "

	"That's ok," she said as she turned and headed to a large
chair and sat down. "I'll take it as the compliment it was intended to
be."

	Michael flushed, it seemed every time he opened his mouth he
put his foot into it.

	"I was having a drink," she said as she filled up a glass that
was resting in the end table next to the chair. "Would you like one?"

	"Err sure... " Michael said as he walked over and took a seat
on the couch on the other side of the end table.

	"I guess you're a little surprised at seeing me like this,"
she said as she handle him a glass of wine. "My life at school is very
different from the life I live at home. It's almost as if I become a
different person when I walk through those school doors."

	Sitting this close to her, Michael quickly realized that the
drink she had just poured was far from her first this evening.

	"At home I'm just supposed to be the beautiful wife of Doctor
Alan Fitzgerald, one more monument to his achievements. I really don't
have to do anything but supervise the maid and other servants and look
good for guests."

	"I thought your name was Koda," Michael interrupted. "but you
said your husband's name is Fitzgerald."

	"Koda was my maiden name, I decided to keep it as far as my
teaching credentials went," she answered. "I was a teacher before I
was a wife, it was something I wasn't going to let just slip away. He
wasn't too happy about that, let me tell you."

	This was getting all too deep for Michael. Why did she
suddenly feel the need to unload her problems on him. Don't all these
rich people have psychiatrists to help them with their problems. He
wished she would just give him back his book and he could get out of
here.

	"But that's all going to change now, I won't be teaching after
the end of this year," she said.

	Suddenly she again had Michael's attention.

	"A few of Alan's colleagues suggested to him the other day
that it was inappropriate for the wife of the new head of surgery at
Saint Mathews to be wasting her time teaching. There were far too
many important social activities that went with his new position that
she should be attending to. So just like that, my teaching career is
history."

	"Couldn't you have worked out some sort of compromise?"
Michael asked, surprised that he was actually interested.

	"You don't compromise with Dr. Alan Fitzgerald III," Arlene
answered sarcastically. "He commands and like the word from on high
the little people scurry to obey.

	"Position is everything to him," she continued. "I once asked
him for a divorce since it was obvious that he never really loved me.
He only said that it wouldn't look good and it was out of the
question."

	Michael listened and watched in amazement as she finished her
drink and poured another. She was obvious now feeling the effects of
the alcohol.

	"You know, I could deal with it if he was screwing one of his
nurses. That I could fight against," she said unexpectedly. "But his
only mistress is his fame."

	Michael almost dropped his drink upon hearing her remark.
Never could he have imagined his teacher using the word `screw'.

	"But I'm really wasting your time with all this, aren't I?"
she said as she put down the glass, now half empty. "What you came
here for was your sketch book, not to listen to my problems."

	With that she produced the book from alongside the arm of the
chair. It was obvious that she must've been looking at it prior to his
arrival.

	"I guess I was a little hard on you over this yesterday.
Sometimes I get a little too wrapped up in my `teacher mode'," she
said as she flipped through the pages.

	"Well I guess maybe I deserved some of it," Michael said,
trying to sound contrite.

	"I made much too much of it all," she said as she once again
scanned the offending pages. "If anything, maybe I should've been
flattered by it."

	Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing but he wasn't
about to contradict her. Not at least until he had the book and was
out of here.

	"I think it's been a long time since anyone's though of me
like this," she said as she looked down at drawings of her engaged in
various sexual activities.

	Michael opened his mouth to say something, then decided that
silence was really golden. Better to just let her go on, since she
showed no indication of stopping anyway.

	"I have to say though, with the only view of me you ever saw
being that of the schoolteacher, you did a really great job with these
sketches."

	Her reference to her school outfits made the youth suddenly
realize that he had been staring at her breasts all the time they'd
been sitting there. Luckily she hadn't seem to notice.

	"Of course my nipples are much bigger in real life," she said
so casually that Mike did a double take. "And I don't have a bush like
that. I keep it nice and trim. But of course you had no way of knowing
that."

	"Err, maybe I should leave before your husband gets back,"
Michael suggested, hoping she would take the suggestion and let him
leave with the book.

	"Oh don't worry about him," she said, dismissing the idea with
a wave of her hand. "He's attending a dinner in his honor at the club.
That's where I'm supposed to be by the way. But after the fight we had
before leaving, the one where he put his pronouncement on the end of
my teaching career, he decided that I could stay home. I can see him
there now, telling people that I had to stay home with a headache.

	"One thing I am curious about," she said, "And I really like
to satisfy my curiosity about it before you leave."

	"Sure anything," Michael replied quickly, his hopes rising
when she mentioned his leaving.

	"I've noticed that in all the drawings, you've depicted
yourself as rather well endowed," she said. "And I'm curious as to
whether that's a true to life depiction or just wishful thinking."

	"What?" Michael asked. "You want to know if I really look like
that naked?"

	"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 it's been my
experience that young men tend to exaggerate in this area. I'm 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's
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 throes 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's 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 Ma'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 areole 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 lay 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 thrust 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 lay 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 whose 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 for 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," said
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.

			       The End