Edward and the Teacher Part Three

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, Group Sex, Size, Teacher/Student, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: The well endowed Edward encounters his teacher and her friends in a surprising setting.

It had been quite a day. Within twelve hours I had had two beautiful women with world class figures practically worshipping my cock, and doing their best to drain my balls. Then, in the next twelve hours, I lost both of them.

Kate went to Alaska with Parker. She would have been a fool not to of course, and I certainly didn't blame her. I had high hopes for Ms. Brooks though. I could see me and her getting it on ... frequently. But that wasn't going to happen. She cornered me the next day at school before classes started. I mean she really backed me into a corner and got in my face. That was about the only way we could have a private conversation in a hallway full of students. I got a lot of sympathetic looks from friends who thought she was giving me hell.

"Listen, Edward," she had said in a low voice. "Parker called us from his plane last night. He's going to be the major investor in our development."

"That's great, isn't it?" I said. She looked more wistful than enthused.

"Yes ... yes, it's wonderful," she said. "But the thing is I'll have to put my every spare minute into the project. I simply won't have time for an affair. I hope you'll understand ... I can depend on your discretion ... can't I?"

I nodded. I mean what else could I do, blow the whistle on her? She'd end up fired or maybe even in jail, and I'd be grounded until hell froze over and then warmed up again. "I understand," I said. "Don't worry about it."

Her expression lightened considerably. "Thank you, I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"Listen, about last night ... I want to tell you something," I said. "Katey and I stepped into the club's meeting room so we could have some privacy. We were in this dark corner when the door opened and in came your husband and his assistant ... or partner?"

"Sally, Sally Strickland is his business partner," Ms. Brooks said.

"Yeah, Sally," I said. "Well, they didn't know we were in there and they were kissing and stuff."

Ms. Brooks looked at me with an expression that seemed to be caught somewhere between surprise and concern. "I see," she said in an even tone.

"Ms. Brooks, Ms. Brooks," interrupted a freshman girl who was small enough to wedge in between us.

"We'll talk later," Ms. Brooks said to me with a roll of her eyes. "What is it, Mary?" she asked the girl.

"Okay," I said and walked away.

Actually, we never did have another private conversation. There were about six weeks left in the school year, and I have to admit it occurred to me that I could offer my meaty cock to Connie as consolation for her husband's cheating. But then my next thought was always that I should really, really stay out of it. It was nothing I needed to get messed up in I told myself.

Summer vacation started. I suffered from a slight case of lack-o-nookie, but I was fifteen, my right hand was pretty good therapy. Besides, my mind was occupied with another big deal in a young man's life, his driver's license. My state had a graduated license system and it was time for me to get a learner's permit. My mother drove us down to the local DMV office on what we hoped would be a slow day.

Mom parked the car and pulled a paperback from her purse indicating her plan to stay in the car. "Now just try to relax and concentrate on the test. Be sure you review your answers before you turn it in," she told me.

"Is that how you take a test? Darn, I've been doing it all wrong all these years," I said with a grin.

"And try to not be a smartass," she said dryly. "That'll go a long way with the examiners."

"You're probably right," I said, climbing out of the car.

"Good luck, honey," she called as I closed the door.

The inside of the DMV looked spare and forbidding like any good government building should. A couple of faded signs indicated that I should check in at a desk to my left. As I approached, the woman at the desk was turned away, speaking to someone in uniform. When I got to the desk she turned and looked up.

"Edward, how nice to see you again," the woman said with a broad smile.

"Oh ... hi Ms. Barnes," I said. This was Cammy Barnes, another woman from my short but eventful sex life. "So you're back in town?"

"Not really. You know me, the queen of temporary jobs. I'm staying with Dad for a while and filling in for the receptionist here; she's on maternal leave," she said.

"How's April?" I asked. April was her daughter.

"Fine ... she's fine ... she's staying with her father while I'm here," she said.

At that point we had a good example of an awkward pause. "Are you here for your license?" she asked expectantly.

"Oh ... no ... just a permit," I said.

"Have you got your paper work?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said. I pulled the papers from my pocket, smoothed them out and handed them to Cammy.

She looked them over and handed them back to me. "You're good to go," she said with a smile. She consulted her computer. "Examiner Smith is ready on desk five, good luck." She gestured to her left.

"Thanks, good to see you again," I said.

Smith turned out to be a large African American man who growled out his words as much as spoke them. I had the feeling that he spent his weekends scaring the crap out of Marine recruits. He examined my birth certificate, social security card and school driver's certification as if he was certain that I was a Russian spy.

"Look in there and read off what you see," he said, indicating the eye exam machine. I did that easily enough. He slid a piece of paper across his desk. "Take your test at one of those tables over there. Come back when you're through and I'm free."

I resisted the urge to scream, "SIR, YES SIR," Instead I said a simple, "Okay," and went off to take the written exam.


Okay, dear reader, imagine some eerie harp music and let your eyes go out of focus for a couple of seconds as we travel back in time to explore what happened between Edward and Cammy Barnes.


"Time to go," called Franklin Garrison, Edward's father, from their living room. Edward appeared from the rear of the house. He was wearing polished black leather shoes, crisp khakis, a light blue dress shirt plus a navy tie and jacket.

His mother, Rose, entered the living room behind him. She was wearing a dark red velvet dress with long sleeves and a full skirt. The Garrison family was on their way to a Christmas party at Tanglefoot Country Club. "You look very nice, Edward," she said. She straightened the shoulders of his jacket and tightened his tie by a millimeter. "I think you're going to enjoy tonight."

"Yeah, sure," Edward said in low growl.

"Edward, remember our deal," his father said in a warning tone.

A few weeks earlier, a local street sign for Big Bottom Road had disappeared from its post and reappeared on a teacher's door. The teacher, who already had the unfortunate name of Estafinia Plumhousen, was also saddled with a rear end the size of Texas. Edward had honestly claimed that he had never touched the sign. However one of his friends had ratted him out as the mastermind of the four boy operation. As the property damage was limited to two loosened bolts and one tiny nail hole, the perpetrators had been remanded into the custody of their parents. Edward, sensing that his father was secretly amused by his little stunt, had promised to be on his best behavior for a lengthy if not interminable period of time in lieu of a more severe punishment.

With a glance at his father, Edward bowed to his mother and said, "I'm sure it will be a simply delightful evening, Mother dear."

"Less sarcasm, please," said Franklin.

Edward sighed. "I'll try to make the best of it," he said.

Franklin clapped his son on the shoulder and grinned. "That's better. Resignation to an undesirable task; you're on your way to becoming an adult, my son."

Rose sniffed and said, "Oh? Is that how you see this evening?"

Franklin took her hand and twirled her in place. "Not at all, my dear. I intend to fully enjoy tripping the light fantastic with you tonight."

"Franklin, you are so full of it," she said with a laugh as she opened the front door to leave. They got in the family's Ford Expedition SUV, but they didn't head directly for the country club, they had a pickup to make.

"Has Maddy moved back home?" Franklin asked.

"No," said Rose. "She's still living in Newfort. April's really attached to her friends and school there. They've been coming up on weekends. Maddy said that Peter had let the house go since Mary died. She's been trying to straighten things up." A few minutes later they pulled into the drive of a spacious two story house in the expensive Tanglefoot neighborhood.

Edward peered out the window. "How does he afford a home like this?" he said.

Franklin chuckled and said, "He's got money from way back. I think he works as a host in the dining room so he can keep an eye on his investment. He owns some percentage of the club I'm not sure how much."

The door to the house opened and April emerged. She was a tall, nice looking girl with long, chestnut hair. She may have been a few pounds overweight, but she was wearing a long sleeve, black knit top above a red sash and black and red tartan skirt that made the most of her figure. Maddy followed her. She was as tall as her daughter, but more slender. Her short blonde hair curved behind her ears. Under a faux-fur wrap she had on a black, three-quarter length dress. Its sequined collar crossed under her breasts and merged into a matching sequined belt. She waved and shouted, "Hey guys," as she strode forward with a bounce in her step. April followed more sedately.

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