Chapter 1
If I was honest, I'd tell you that I'm basically an average student. Probably B's and C's. But, I want to go to law school and become an attorney, so I knew I need good grades to get into a decent law school. So, I was working extra hard my junior year to stay on the honor roll.
Then, right before the end of the term, we were told what grades we should expect. I had all A's and B's except for, damn, my law class, it was going to be a C-plus.
Shit, there goes the honor roll and, of all things, it's in the subject that I plan on doing the rest of my life. It was my last class of the day so I waited after class to talk to Mrs. O'Keefe about it.
"Yes, Russell, you want to see me?"
"Yes, Mrs. O'Keefe, I wanted to know how I got such a low grade in law class. And if I can make anything up before the term ends."
Now, Mrs. O'Keefe was a pretty good teacher but her principal assets were her boobs, her big boobs. She was probably about forty, nice looking, but her boobs were standouts.
"Well, Russell, you didn't do too well on your tests, it brought your grade down."
"Is there anything I can do, like make-up work, to bring my grade up to a B-minus so I can at least make the honor roll?"
"Well, that's good that you want to, but, no, there isn't," and she turned toward her desk and began putting things away. Shit, I thought, and started walking out of the room.
"Uhm, Russell, come back for a minute. I do have an assignment that I had my other classes do earlier in the year. I could have you do it and pass it in by Friday."
"Oh, sure, sure, that would be great. Just great."
"Well, do you have a car, it's at home, perhaps you could come by later, around four, and get a copy."
"Oh, yeah, great," I said and she wrote down her address.
At four, I pulled into her driveway, there were two cars there, I suppose her husband was home as well.
She answered the door and invited me inside.
"Come into the living room and have a seat, I'll get it, it's in my bedroom."
I turned to go in the living room and there was my ninth grade history teacher, Ms. Lynch, sitting on the sofa.
"Hi, Ms. Lynch, remember me, Russell Bryan?"
"Of course, Russell, how have you been?"
"Oh, good, I just need to do some make-up work for Mrs. O'Keefe, that's all. Still on the honor roll."
"Good, we're just going over some assignments for our classes. Sit down," and she patted the spot next to her.
Ms. Lynch was pretty, very pretty. I had a crush on her when I was in her class and, to tell the truth, I always kept an eye out for her around school. She was that pretty. Soft, brown hair, nice figure, boobs just the right size.
I heard Mrs. O'Keefe coming down the stairs so I started to stand up when Ms. Lynch took my arm and said, "Sit down, Russell, just relax."
Then, my teacher walked into the room. Oh, wow. She had changed into shorts and a very low cut top. The tops of her breasts were exposed almost down to her nipples.
"Here's the assignment, Russell," as she leaned over to hand me the paper. "Is there something you like down there?" she said as she looked down at her cleavage.
"Um, uh, no," I said averting my eyes.
"Then, just why do you have an erection, Russell?" asked Ms. Lynch.
As I turned to answer my former teacher, Mrs. O'Keefe stepped right in front of me and leaned over and crouched, her breasts threatening to spill out of her top.
"You like these, don't you, Russell?"
What am I going to say, 'No?'
"Yes," I said quietly.
"Well, Russell, my husband is away this week and Ms. Lynch doesn't have a boyfriend at the moment so we might just like a little sex from a nice young man like you. If you do that, then I think we can get you that B-plus without doing the assignment. Sound fair?"
"Oh, lots better than fair. Great. Sure."
Both of them, I'm gonna fuck both of them.
"Good, Russell, let's go upstairs, shall we?" and I followed Mrs. O'Keefe and Ms. Lynch up the stairs and into her bedroom.
"I'll go first, Russell," said Mrs. O'Keefe and she started taking my pants off as I stood there next to her bed. Then, she tugged down my briefs and bent over and rubbed my dick along the top of her breasts.
She then stood up and pulled off her top. She didn't have a bra on under and her large boobs were exposed to my eyes for the first time. I had dreamed of seeing them many times as I had sat in her classes, now, here they were right in front of me.
"Take your shirt off, Russell. Do you like my breasts?"
As I pulled off my shirt, I said, "Oh, they're even bigger than I'd imagined. They're huge and really pretty."
"They just love to be sucked, Russell," and she moved toward me, a hand up under each one, like offerings for me. I took one puffy, pink nipple in my mouth and put my hand on the other. As I sucked her, I felt a hand slip around my dick and begin to rub me back and forth. It was Ms. Lynch. Jacking my cock.
"Feel good, Russell?" she asked. "I'll give you a lot more than this when I get you."
Oh, wow, for a guy whose total sexual experience was with his right hand and one girl's boobs, I think I'm in for a crash course.
"Now, Russell, please get up on my bed," Mrs. O'Keefe asked as she pulled down her pants along with her panties revealing a nicely trimmed bush of curly black hair. She got up over me and lowered her breasts to my face and smothered me in them, rubbing them all around. Then she straddled me, took my cock and pushed down over it, driving it up into her.
Then she started going up and down. Oh, this is what it''s all about. No wonder everyone I know talks about sex all the time. Wonderful, this is wonderful. As she fucks me up and down, she seems to be enjoying it more and more.
"Ohh, yes, everything I hoped for. Oh, Russell, I just love your hard cock," and she began bouncing up and down on me almost out of control. Her boobs were bouncing all over the place, almost a blur.
"Oh, oh, oh, yes, so hard, mmm."
"Leave some for me, Mandy, I want him next," said Ms. Lynch. Me, I was in heaven.
"How's this?" she panted, rocking up and down faster and faster, "Like this, Russell? You've wanted this, haven't you. My big tits and me fucking you."
"I think every boy in the class wants you like this. It's just awesome."
"Maybe every boy does, but you, Russell, it's your dick in me. I've wanted this. You just never knew. So has Delia Lynch, ever since you were in her class. We've talked about you for a long time. Then you came to me and I knew I would have you in my bed. I called Ms. Lynch to share the fun. We both want your cum in us, Russell, both of us."
"I think you're gonna have it pretty soon."
She slowed down some, making her up and down movements more deliberate, more purposed.
Mmm, yes, mmm, slower, oooh, that's good, oooh, this'll get me off real soon. Push your cock up into me, Russell, oooh, yes, just like that, yes, just...UUH, UUH, ooh, ooh, aah, so good, yes, oh, nice and hard and so good," and she slowly dropped forward on me, her hips still moving, still fucking me, then, mine happened.
My whole body jerked tight and froze, my back arched, I drove my dick up into her, I shook with my cock spurting into her, "OOH, OOH, oh, oh, uuh, uuh, mmm, mmm, oh, that feels so good, oh, I never thought it would feel this good, oh, wow,"
She kissed me for a few minutes weaving her tongue in and out of my mouth, then, with her head next to mine, she whispered, "I wanted to fuck you so much, Russell, you are everything I was hoping for. We can do this any time you want. I hope you want me again. All you want. Okay?"
Then, she began to get up off me, my whole middle was wet, the mattress under me was wet, there was some of my cum dribbling out of her, it running down her inner thigh.
