Chapter 12

It says a lot when even I admit how unacceptable it was that while I was texting Alice and hoping for two hours of happiness between her legs I was also spending time and energy trying to get to know my so-called girlfriend, Denise.

Sure, unacceptable, but I figured that with all the games being played by all the girls I knew, the best way to assure myself of some kind of future happiness was to progress forward in the area of love/sex on multiple fronts. Without the girls knowing about each other, of course.

I would have been happy with just Alice at my side, but it was clear from the start that she wasn’t going to look me in the eye and say I was her only one. I stuck with her, just in case, and also because the sex with her was great. The reprehensible part was that at the same time I kept my sure-thing of a girlfriend at hand just in case Alice flaked out, which is exactly what happened.

There were a lot of great things that attracted me to Denise as a girlfriend. She was fit, looked cute with her freckles and short reddish-orange hair, had a great laugh, and didn’t mind when her burger dripped juice all over her jeans. One wonderful night, as my hand explored one of her ass cheeks and my lips nuzzled her ear as I took in a whiff of her perfume, she did exactly what every boy wanted a girl to do. She told me to get off, but also pushed her ass back a little bit and giving off a giggle, giving me a just a little more to feel for a second before walking away.

Alice excited me but never promised anything more than what she’d give over the next hour. Denise held promise for the far future, though she was awfully slow to deliver. She seemed the perfect girl, and with visions of what she would look like waking up in my bed and rolling over and wrapping her lips around my ball sac, I continued to set my sights on her.

I think I started taking Denise seriously during our second date when she allowed my hand to rest on her thigh. Fully covered by her jeans, but still a nice beginning of what I thought would quickly turn into a wild and no-holds barred relationship. Instead, we seemed to grow closer at a glacial pace. No doubt that was why I continued to see Alice, even as Annie laughed at me and Alice slowly moved away.

When not with Alice I was often to be found over with Denise. It was normal for us to be together at a friend’s house, and sometimes at mine to play a video game or make a snack and talk. We hung out like boyfriend and girlfriend all the way to the start of school and into the fall. Everybody saw that I was in a real loving relationship with a fine looking girl and I was both admired by the girls and envied by the boys for doing what everyone expected boys and girls to do.

Except that when it came to what mattered most, we really were moving real slow. Should have known there would be problems just from her kisses. Light, simple, minimal tongue, and without much in the way of desire. Alyssa’s kisses had been full of desire. Totally intense and demanding all of my attention. And Alice would kiss like a demon, sucking my tongue with as much force as her twat would suck on my dick as an orgasm tore through her.

Denise was the exact opposite. She kissed me hello in the same way my mother might kiss her father goodbye. I wanted more, kissed with more passion, showed the girl how much I wanted her, and was rewarded by being pushed away with Denise complaining that I was filling her mouth with spit.

Time and talk didn’t improve things much. I wanted more and she thought I was already getting plenty. She still let me feel up her ass, but then she’d also repeat that I needed to stop. Moving my hands up from her ass and thighs to her voluptuous tits didn’t help. Voluptuous is absolutely the right word, or so I thought. She kept them pretty well covered up, and not until a week into August did I get beyond a feel.

We had been at a friend’s swimming pool. Denise was looking hot and sexy, and when she went in to use the friend’s restroom, I followed. I steered Denise into a bedroom, pulled her back into my chest, and slipped my hands up to push off her top. That was the first time I was able to see Denise’s most beautiful chest, shown to me in a mirror as my hands massaged the firm melons she so selfishly hid from my view.

It was a perfect three seconds. Then Denise told me to get the hell out and covered herself up. Odd thing was that every time I tried to massage her chest after that, she gave me a few seconds of leeway before turning away or pulling down her sweater. Beyond that, nothing. She complained that her nipples were sensitive, but not in a good way.

One afternoon, just before school started, I trapped her on the couch, forcing her top up and getting my first real taste of her beautiful breasts. I’m serious when I say I really had to fight her for that one minute of oral loving and care. She finally fought me off and pulled down her top, saying that sucking on them was painful for her. I couldn’t understand it, and she really didn’t want to talk about it. I brought up other couples in our group that were copulating like dogs every chance they got, but Denise couldn’t be moved.

So, you get the picture. Doing my best to bed Alice and fuck her like a dog while I was trying to develop a more lasting relationship with Denise on the side. Not unusual for guys, trying to place different fields with different girls at the same time. Yet while I was making a fool of myself around Alice, she also gave me a reason to live by opening her legs up to me every week or so. Yeah, I was a bit of an ass, but it’s because of that I think that made me do even worse.

In the most unexpected of ways, I wound up with a third relationship that summer. Again, not a relationship so much as a fantastic chance to ease the pressure in my balls when Denise said no and Alice was too busy with her other friends to do more than go out for a movie. Yeah, a third place for me to park my always raging dick and relieve the pressure in my balls. Certainly shows what a jerk I was, but I really would have been happy to stick with just Denise or Alice if they’d have given me the chance. They treated me like I was a possibility, a guy they were only kind of interested in. If Denise had fucked and sucked like Alice or if Alice had agreed to move into my bedroom every weekend, I wouldn’t have needed the extras.

Of course, and I admit this right out in the open, if I’d been more of a man and devoted myself wholly and solely to just one of those two girls I may have found the love as well as the sex I so desired. But I was just a high school kid, just as confused and in need of direction if not salvation as any of the girls I ever dated. It seems kind of unfair to put all the weight and blame on my shoulders, but that’s the way it was. Just don’t go judging me for taking advantage of luck and lust when everything falls together just right.

Anyway. About that third girl of the summer. Not a girl. A full-grown hot luscious pussy in sore need of a cock with multiple sets of balls...

Most teen sex and romance starts at school, but not this way. I’d been taking a set of computer classes at my high school. Just in the mornings. Not too taxing and leaving me with time to do part time work for money while also pursuing Alice and her carnal pleasures. That and trying to get to know Denise should have kept me busy, but a teen boy’s balls are never empty.

It was maybe early July, only a week into summer school, and I had gone to finish up some homework in the computer room. The computers were old, with even older programs, but they were better than what I had at home. School was also closer to my work and it made sense to hang out and wait until my part-time shift started.

The half-time IT person the district assigned to teaching the summer class was always busy trying to get all the machines to work. Everything was under the control of a woman we never saw during the regular school year. That summer she was put in charge of teaching a twice-a-week class on programming while also keeping the aging machines in working order. We were supposed to refer to her as Mrs. Joon Lee, but somebody had somehow gotten her to answer to just Julie, and she didn’t seem to mind. She was young and smart and capable at her job, though often flustered with the old equipment and students she had to work with.

More importantly she looked young, certainly younger than her age which was somewhere in the late 20s. Just as important, she didn’t dress like a teacher. Always with colors and styles that showed off her very fine figure. Her hair was always permed, in long loose curls rather than hanging straight or in a bun, making her pretty face look beautiful, especially when compared to the other teachers at school. Everybody liked her, and of course guys checked out her noticeable tits and ass, but nobody ever thought of taking it past that surreptitious glance or dirty joke told in private.

Then came the day I was wrapping up the homework she had assigned. It was still the first week of classes so simple stuff, but easier done at school than at home. Julie had stayed late, arranging the mess of old-school cables and drives and screens. The connection to the printer was glitchy and a cable for one of the consoles was loose and rather than pull a table out she crawled under to put it back in place. That’s when she called for my help.

“Louis. Check the screen. Type something out and print it. I’ll try to fasten this cable more securely.”

I went over intending to do what she asked, but was stopped in my tracks when I saw what was staring up at me from the floor. Julie was on her knees, largely hidden and focused on her work, but in her attempt to crawl under the table, her short skirt had hiked up to her hips and all that covered her ass was a beautiful red lace V of panty material. I did my best to focus on the screen, reported that the keyboard worked, then gave it instructions to print. Then I had to look down again, my eyes melting at the poor job those lace panties did at covering the hot little woman’s ass. Staring at her perfect butt crack, her very sexy body shouting out for attention, right there I knew I was going to hell.

From under the table Julie’s voice told me to try something else while she connected the cable. Instead, all thoughts of Alice or Denise erased from mind, I walked over to lock the door and then knelt down behind Julie’s most beautiful and beckoning buttocks. First I prepared myself, pushing down my jeans and pulling out my cock, straining and begging for release from the second I’d seen Julie’s naked rear. Then I acted quickly. My hands reached out to pull back and down on Julie’s lace panties, the red underthings easily sliding over her ass and down to her lower thighs. She felt that and gave out a yell, immediately trying to back up, but my cock and much larger frame were waiting to embrace her ass.

For just a second I was given a glimpse of the woman’s lower lips, dark brown fruit hanging down within her thighs. The sight of her very available ass and labia hardened me up even more. It was easy to slip my dick through the middle of her thighs as she tried to move backwards, Julie essentially helping me push the length of my hardened member through the length of her now unguarded slit. Julie paused, giving out a low whispered demand, moving her ass sideways a couple of times, feeling where my long dick fit between her thighs.

“Louis. Move back. Don’t.” Simple commands, as though I didn’t know what I was doing, but I refused to move back.

I gruffly refused, some reservoir of anger and frustration and lust causing me to spit out the words. Looking back, I’m embarrassed at how mean I must have seemed at the time.

“Fuck that, Julie. Your hot red lace panties were calling to me. You’re the most beautiful and fuckable teacher at the school, and no way I can just walk away.”

As I was saying this, Julie tried to move sideways, but my much larger frame blocked her hips from going anywhere. Then she tried moving deeper under the table, moving away from me, but my hands had a good grasp on her naked thighs. The more she moved, the wetter my dick got as it enjoyed its position, buried between her thighs and within her thick and obviously excited pussy lips. She was stymied, unable to move, forced to kneel before me as I moved my dick back and forth through her wet slit.

I enjoyed the power, but my physical needs overruled all else. It took just a second to pull back and press the hood of my cock against her vaginal gate. Warm liquid seemed to be pouring out, her twat sucking in on me, directing me just where to push. Then the pause before entrance, and with a slow but insistent thrust of my hips, the woman’s wet lips embraced me.

There was a gasp from both of us at my initial penetration, the woman’s tight hole seemed to suck me inside of her and then clamp tight around my cock, refusing to let go. All of Julie’s protestations stopped. Her head and torso collapsed onto the rug, only her naked ass rising up from the darkness as I pulled back and pushed in deeper. The woman was so wet I could see evidence of her excitement beginning to dribble down one thigh, and the warmth of her pussy as she enveloped my cock was incredible. She told me no, but it’s like she’d been hoping for a fuck as much as I had. In less than a minute of effort I’d buried my entire length inside of her.

The actual fuck was pretty straightforward, just humping the woman’s pussy from behind without ever trying to vary our position or place. And Julie couldn’t do anything, just giving off short grunts with every couple of thrusts into her, though toward the end she did reach back and rub my thigh. I think she really liked it when at one point I pulled all the way back, playing the fat hood of my cock in and out of the opening to her hole, just enjoying the tight sucking grip of her cunt, as though she was trying to suck me off. She let out a couple of muffled shrieks and I felt a bit of a suck from her cunt, like a contraction Linda’s fleshy twat experienced with an orgasm.

Feeling Julie’s pussy contract and then grow even more wet, really got me hot and ready to blow my load into her. Fucking this older woman was even better than having my way with Alice after she’d downed a few shots of tequila and dragged me into her bedroom. Again there rose up memories of my aunt. With such luscious and juicy and needy pussy available, it seemed a waste of time to fight for a kiss or even a blow with a teenage girl.

With both hands under Julie’s thighs, I was able to pull her hips up, pulling her ass back to merge with every one of my thrusts into her. After a minute of that, slapping my crotch into her bare ass with fast pounding thrusts, the orgasm quickly rose and took me over. I found myself with my head on the desk by the keyboard, grinding into the woman as I felt my balls pulsing with the effort of filling her with all my cum. Even now, just looking sideways at a keyboard will bring back that feeling. That and the sound of Julie saying “Oh my god, oh my god,” over and over as my cock poured my special brand of cream into her.

When I felt I was done, my cock slowly beginning to soften, I pulled Julie further back and laid down on the rug with her, cock still nicely tucked inside of her warm hole. Snuggling in close, I put my upper hand over her chest and gave a light bite to Julie’s neck. She didn’t seem to notice, her breaths still coming in short gasps. I knew I’d done wrong, but given the ass and pussy and lingerie she’d flashed at me, I used past experience to justify myself.

“Jesus Julie. Such hot snatch. You always wear red lace underwear?”

Julie never attempted to pull away from me or from where my softening dick still held some position inside of her. She just turned her head, as though trying to look back at where I was tucked into her backside and tried to argue with me.

“You shouldn’t have done that Louis. That was wrong. Very wrong.”

“I’m not a dog Julie. You can’t just say I’ve done a bad thing. I did exactly what your naked ass asked me to do. And given how wet you were, how easy it was to slip inside of you, I’d say you were glad I did.”

“That has nothing to do with you. You shouldn’t have.”

I couldn’t agree. Pulling Julie onto my raging boner was the best thing I’d done all week, but I did try to soften my reply. “See it from my point of view, Julie. You’re such a beautiful young woman, totally hot, all the guys wanting you, all the girls here being really envious. Then you’re there next to me, moving your naked ass back and forth, just inviting me in. I lost control.”

My hand had finally found a way up her blouse, pushing up Julie’s bra to uncover one of her breasts. Just as all us boys had fantasized, her tits were full, each more than a handful, and as my fingers ran back and forth over her nipple, I had to smile when Julie let out a soft moan. Then a gasp from her when my cock finally popped out of her, but instead of moving back and away, I snuggled in closer, burying my softened dick between her tight little ass cheeks. I pushed my face into Julie’s soft black curls, giving a light bite to her ear, then another kiss to her neck.

If she’d told me to let her up, to get out, I probably would have, but as I played with her tits, she closed her eyes and gave off soft moans. Sure, the woman was probably in shock, held in a tight embrace by a young man who had just fucked and creamed her very accommodating hole. To me all was right with the world. I didn’t mind staying there, having a little fun with the teacher’s body and living out one more school-boy fantasy. Maybe because it was so dirty and wrong to be doing that, but after only another minute or so of feeling up her breasts and humping her ass crack, my cock had hardened up.

She must have felt that, known that I was hard again and in need as I humped her ass crack. Maybe that’s why she suddenly began an attempt at escape. She rolled toward me and then tried moving backwards and over my body, out from under the desk we were partially under and perhaps then to freedom. I was too quick for her. As she crawled back, her face to my chest, I pushed her further down, pressing my cum-slathered and half-hard dick into her face. It was probably just out of reflex that she opened her mouth and I took full advantage. With my hand holding her head steady, I slowly but insistently fucked the woman’s mouth and let me tell you, the lady had some good skills. Not quite what Annie had been able to do for me, but I would have been happy to have Julie suck me to another grand finish.

Sadly, that only lasted for a minute. Julie finally forced her head back, gasping for breath and rolling to the side. I followed, rolling on top of her and pinning her on the carpet, but this time we were face to face. She gasped in surprise when my knees pushed her thighs wide, and as I snuggled into her crotch, Julie realized I was ready for a second run through her obviously needy snatch. She tried to scramble back, but I had a hand down to push her shoulder firmly into the carpet. My other hand pushed up her blouse, my roughness and need to see the woman’s tits causing me to break one of the snaps, but I didn’t really care.

Her breasts were perfect, white and with light brown areolas and large nipples, but I wasn’t paying much attention at the time. As she struggled under me, I lay down on her near naked form and with only a few seconds of maneuvering again pushed my raging cock inside of her. Julie let out a groan, raising her knees and trying to roll me over, but I settled into her and began a nice long fuck of the woman I’d been fantasizing about since I first laid eyes on her.

Really not much more to say about it. My hands down under Julie’s ass, my head firmly tucked over her head, I focused on the joy of fucking a very juicy and surprisingly tight pussy. Given that this was my second foray inside of her in under an hour and my cock wasn’t so sensitive or in need, I was able to relax and enjoy myself.

One thing that kind of surprised me was how nice and firm the woman was. Julie was older and married, so I’d assumed her twat would be loose, but the woman’s cunt held me plenty tight. Hands under the woman’s ass, my cock ploughing sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, it was easy to forget I was holding the woman down and making use of her as only a lust fueled young man could.

I can’t say for sure Julie had an orgasm, but toward the end of that long fuck she was fucking me back double time. In one short period of time, she kicked her legs out and slapped my bare ass, her eyes closed while her mouth let out a long moan. Another few seconds later, with her arms tightly embracing me, she let loose with a high pitched “Oh, oh, oh, oh.”. That sure helped bring me to a boil. By the time my second climax took me over, Julie was a lot wetter, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

As the tip of my cock began to burn hot, I pulled up on the woman’s ass and really began pounding into her open thighs. She matched my energy by raising her knees and shoving her hips up to meet mine, her twat swallowing my cock with ease. This finale was even better than the first time. I groaned with the effort of my balls pumping another load of cum into her and she didn’t stop, grinding her hips up while biting my shoulder, stifling a long scream. It was the perfect fuck, our shared groans of appreciation probably being loud enough to reach the principal’s office.

I lay on Julie for I don’t know how long. It just felt great to be inside of her, slowly grinding my crotch into her open legs, enjoying the feeling of my cock being embraced as I emptied my last drops of cum, all those remaining motile warriors, into my favorite teacher of all time. I know for sure that I enjoyed doing such a nasty personal thing with Julie, the hottest teacher at our school who also called out of the darkness my best memories of that one night with my aunt.

Girls were great, like Alyssa with her tight bald pussy and cute face, but there was also a real lust for fully mature women by boys like me. Julie was fantastic, and while I was on her, all the times I got to fuck and empty myself inside of her, the fact that she was an older but sexy temptress only made my cock grow harder.

When I finally softened, my balls totally empty, I scooted down a bit, forced up her top and bra and sucked on her tits. That was nice, tonguing and sucking her nipples while one hand tried to diddle her clit and finger fuck her at the same time. For me it was wonderful, playing with an older but really sexy woman like that, but she finally insisted that I pull out and get off of her.

I didn’t want to, but I knew we had to move. No way we could keep the room to ourselves much longer. I finally pulled out of her, loving the feel of how her pussy seemed to suck on the head of my cock, as though unwilling to release me. Nibbling on the woman’s tits, I looked up into her face. Julie’s eyes were closed, mouth open and still gasping for breath. Her face was covered in perspiration, her hair tousled and spread out on the floor. I thought she looked so sexy and I had to steal a kiss. A real kiss, lips to lips. No tongue from her, but there was definitely a little suction, and as our lips parted, I doubled down on my desire for her.

“No way I’ll be able to come to class without seeing you in a whole different light. I get it, you’re married, and maybe you won’t feel right about doing this again, but it was still wonderful being with you. Fucking you. Hope you don’t mind me cuming inside of you, but we both know you liked it as much as I did.”

Her eyes had opened and she was looking at me as I said this. Julie didn’t look afraid or angry. She just watched me, her mouth open as she tried to catch her breath. Then I gave her luscious lips another kiss, and I swear for just a couple of seconds she kissed back as though she wanted another round. If we were in my bedroom, or preferably at her house, I could have gotten it up for a third try, but I felt it best to leave while I was ahead.

As I got up, I noticed her red lace panties, somehow winding up under a nearby chair with her shoes. Before Julie could move, I reached over and grabbed the panties, then gave her bare tits a light skim of my fingers.

“I’ll keep these as a reminder of today. Really the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen. Wear another pair like them to class next week and you know I’ll steal them too.”

Julie finally found the energy to stand, smoothing down her torn bra and blouse as I finished fastening my belt. When she saw me push her panties into my book bag, she started to say something, her face flushing almost as red as her panties, but then closed her mouth and swallowed her words. She seemed to have some trouble standing, but when I stepped over and put a hand around her waist, she just said, “It’s okay. I just need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

I think she was in shock, a little unsteady walking to the door. I went over and asked if I could help, but she just shook her head and opened the door to the empty hallway. As she stepped out, I pushed my fingers between her thighs and pulled them back through the woman’s still overflowing pussy. Maybe I went a little too far when I brought my cum-covered fingers up within her ass crack and pushed a digit into her anus. She gasped and tried to push me away, but I fucked her ass for a few seconds before leaning in for a quick kiss and saying, “Can’t wait ‘til I see you again.”

My cock grew a couple of inches as I watched her slowly walk down the hallway. She’d pulled her blouse down and had smoothed out the front of her short skirt, but the back was still pulled up, and without panties I had a clear view of Julie’s ass and her fat outer labia, looking like low hanging fruit to a boy like me. Her furry lips were edged with a white froth, a few dribbles of my last quart of cream still making their way down her inner thighs. My god but she looked so hot and ready for another fuck.

Maybe, but my more rational mind told me to get out of there as quickly as possible. Picking up my bag I prepared to leave, but was stopped by the sight of a glob of viscous white goo on the carpet. Obviously some part of what I’d just blown up inside of Julie, now wasting away on the computer room floor. I shook my head and smiled, imagining that even more of myself was making itself at home deep within the woman’s loins.

We didn’t have class with her again until the following Tuesday, but she studiously ignored me, lecturing and overseeing the lesson for the day, acting as though I didn’t know her more intimately than any other person in the school. Julie was wearing a pair of slacks and overly long sweater. Not at all the short skirt and colorful top she that had so taken me over the week before. I should have been happy, the woman willing to let slide the depredations I’d forced on her, but I had to go back after the school’s free lunch and see her in private.

The computer lab door was locked, but looking through the small glass window in the door, I could see Julie sitting at her desk. With a knock I got her attention, and I was more than a little surprised when she let me in.

“What do you want Louis? I’m about to leave.”

Julie’s neutral and to the point statements unnerved me, but at least she wasn’t screaming invectives and pointing a knife my way.

“Yes, I know. I just wanted to apologize again for the other day. I know I went too far. It was my misunderstanding, Julie. It was really special for me, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. But I know I was in the wrong. I’m really sorry.”

The stern look in Julie’s eyes softened. She looked sideways, to the closed door, then bit her lip, as though she was having to think of what I’d said.

“Well, I’d really rather not talk about it. It was very wrong, what you did. Maybe you should go now.”

Not wanting to leave without leaving everything vague, all possibilities on the table, I shocked Julie by leaning in and giving her cheek a kiss, then a quick nibble of her earlobe with one hand going low to massage one cheek of her wonderfully firm ass. Before she could do anything more than gasp in surprise, I stepped back, saying, “Yeah. I understand. I’m sorry, but it still means a lot to me. I’ll never forget what we did. No way I’ll ever be able to forget you.”

Before she could slap me, I turned and left. I had some great dreams of the woman over the next couple of nights, never once worrying about what my so-called and not quite a girlfriend, Denise, would think of me. Of course I’d just been given an afternoon of alone time with Alice, so obviously Denise didn’t mean much too me. It was all about what I could do to lighten the load filling my ball sac. I didn’t know where I was going with Julie but I knew where I’d been and more than anything I wanted more, no matter who I cheated on or who got hurt.

That next Thursday everything started off like any normal class, but then I noticed that Julie was wearing exactly the same outfit she had on when I’d trapped her under the desk. She casually mentioned that she had some repair work to perform after school but that students shouldn’t expect access to the room or its equipment. Everybody nodded, and inwardly I smiled.