Preparations for the Contest

I found some old short stories written long time ago when I was a teenager for a Polish website that no longer exists. Even though these were my first attempts, I thought that maybe still they would make someone's time more pleasant, and at the same time be an interesting example of the evolution of my work.

The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.

English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.

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As you already know from the previous parts, I managed to advance to the next stage of the French language contest. The competition was to be held in some town near Poznań, Poland, and since I live near Kraków, the journey was to take place by train and, as it turned out, it would last more than just one day. But in one go.

Three days after the district stage, Mrs. Lydia asked me to stay for a while after class.

"Listen, Ralph," the teacher began, "I talked to the principal about our trip. We booked tickets for the train on Monday at 11 AM and we will be staying in a hotel so as not to be crowded at night. The day after the competition, they are to organize some sightseeing related to the French language and in the afternoon we will return home by train. So tell your parents that we will be there for 3 days and we will be staying in a hotel."

"Okay, ma'am," I replied.

"Or you know what?" she asked. "Tell them that we are leaving on Sunday afternoon. You'll come over to my place, my husband is going on a business trip this weekend and won't be back until Monday. I'll have an interesting surprise for you."

"Great!" I shouted back with joy, thinking about 4 days alone with Mrs. Lydia.

Finally, those mercilessly long 3 weeks passed and the long-awaited Sunday came. At 6:00 PM, I drove up to the teacher's house with my dad, so that in 15 minutes I could theoretically leave with her for the station from which our train for tomorrow's competition was leaving in an hour. Theoretically, because I really wasn't going to leave today, my train wasn't until tomorrow morning at 11 AM, and the contest was on Tuesday at the same time. So I said goodbye to my dad, waited for him to leave and looked at her house. An ordinary one, in a quiet suburb of a small town. I noticed that only one large window covered by curtains was lit. I went to the door and rang the bell. I didn't have to wait long, because after a moment Mrs. Lydia appeared with a glass of champagne in her hand. She was wearing tight jeans to her ankles and a flowing, white blouse made of a delicate, silk-like material. On her feet were black stilettos as usual, although this time without the red bottom. Her light hair was tied back in a ponytail with a small part left falling over her forehead in the form of fringe and covering part of the frames of her black glasses.

"Good evening," I greeted.

"You're here!" she said enthusiastically and pulled me inside, spilling some champagne, "Put the bags here, you won't need them for now."

After these words she pushed me lightly against the wall and pressing me with her not-perfect, but therefore so tempting body began to kiss me passionately. I could feel the taste of her bright red lipstick on my lips, the pressure of her large breasts on my torso and her thigh riding on my crotch.

"Listen to me, Ralphy," she interrupted suddenly. "I told you at school about a certain surprise... You probably know that Elizabeth, our teacher, is getting married in a few days?"

"Yes, of course. Who wouldn't know?" I replied quickly, not knowing where she was heading.

"There are a few teachers from our school in the living room, because we're organizing a small hen party for her, but don't worry, I told them about you and they'd like to meet you too."

"Well. I don't know what to say."

"Oh, don't worry. Of course, don't grab them right away, just wait. The situation will develop itself," she said with a smile and kissed me on the cheek, "Let's go."

Mrs. Lydia led me down the hall to the living room. Thoughts were running through my head, but the view exceeded my expectations. In the spacious living room, on three large sofas surrounding a table filled to the brim with alcohol and snacks, sat 6 teachers from my school. I was speechless when 6 pairs of eyes were staring at me at the entrance.

The closest to me was Mrs. Joanne, a 38-year-old English teacher. If Mrs. Lydia had a big bust, then she had a huge one. She was not tall, maybe 170 cm and a bit thicker, but not fat. She was wearing a tight, dark green dress to the knees, emphasizing her ample bust and the waistline, which was created by her massive butt. She had black hair, down to her shoulders, and on her feet, like probably every other woman present here, were high heels and black stockings. Next to her sat the future wife, Mrs. Elizabeth, a school counselor. She was probably no older than 35. She had long, black, curly hair. She was wearing a burgundy shirt and a black skirt, slightly below her knees. She also wore black stockings and high heels in the same color. When it came to her bust and butt, she couldn't boast as much as the other two women, but she also had something to breathe and something to sit on. A little further away, on the edge of the couch sat the vice principal, Mrs. Magdalene. She was quite a tall woman, although shorter than me, with short hair approaching very dark purple. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with some kind of print. On her feet were red high heels. Her average-sized breasts gave the shirt a convex shape, but her butt was big, tightly fitting the material of her trousers.

On the second couch, located directly in front of me, sat two women. The first one was also Elizabeth, an art teacher. Average height, light hair to her shoulders, large bust and a large butt, a bit more flesh. She was wearing a white shirt and navy blue material trousers, and on her feet high heels in the same colour. Next to her was Mrs. Alice from mathematics. A thin and tall woman with long, black hair falling down her back. Her average-sized breasts and the same butt were covered by a flowing, light green dress that reached down to her knees. At the end of her exceptionally long legs were spring shoes, fastened with ribbons and on a cork platform. The last couch was occupied by Mrs. Sandy, my class teacher. She was exceptionally short, with short, light hair. She didn't have large breasts or a big butt, but what she did have was incredibly firm. She taught physical education, so she could boast an appetizing, trained body that many a man would like to possess. For this evening, she put on a tight T-shirt to somehow show off her small breasts and extremely tight, light jeans to emphasize her shapely butt and athletic legs. Her feet, on the other hand, were surrounded by high, black stilettos (after all, she had to somehow lift herself up at least a few centimeters). Mrs. ydia sat down next to her and extended her hand toward me.

"Are you going to stand like this all evening?" she asked.

"I'm coming," I replied and, as she told me, sat down between her and Sandy.

At first the atmosphere was stiff, you know, the student-teacher relationship, only Mrs. Lydia would occasionally stroke my hair or leg, but with each subsequent glass, with each subsequent shot round the atmosphere relaxed, until, without knowing it, someone suggested a game of split the bottle, to which everyone agreed, but "only for underwear". Well, almost everyone. Mrs. Elizabeth, the one with art, not the teacher, was lying on the edge of the couch, sleeping drunk on alcohol. So we started. The music changed from fast to atmospheric and after a while each of the ladies was left in their underwear. What a sight it was. The teachers' appetizing bodies, so hidden at school, were now almost open. The massive breasts of most of the women spilled out of bras that were one size too small, which were intended to emphasize their already large breasts. But back to underwear in general. Mrs. Justine, Beth (the counselor) and Sally had black underwear. Sexy, with lace. The vice principal wore red, matching the color of her high heels, just like Mrs. Lydia. A skimpy thong and a lace bra. Mrs. Alice wore white today. Instead of a thong, like the others, she had panties, but they were just as tempting. What did the other Elizabeth have? We didn't know.

Fate didn't spare me either and I was left in just my black boxers, on which a tent was slowly drawing and from time to time catching the eyes of the gathered women. The next stage of the game of spin the bottle was kissing. The teachers were already quite relaxed with alcohol and were eager to spin the bottle and then drink passionately into my or their lips. Mrs. Elizabeth got the most carried away, choosing Mrs. Joanne sitting next to her. She sat astride her and literally pushed her tongue down her throat. The English teacher quickly grabbed her by the large butt and pressed her against herself without stopping kissing. Everyone gathered watched the spectacle when suddenly the drunk Mrs. Beth "came to life".

"I think... I'm going to puke..." she announced in a half-conscious voice.

Since I had the least to drink, I stood up, took the teacher by the arm and, following the instructions of the owner of the house, went with her to the bathroom. Mrs. Beth was pretty wasted, so it was hard for me to guide her, but eventually we reached the toilet. I lifted the toilet seat and, holding her hair, I put it on the toilet. It didn't take long for the teacher to start throwing up the contents of her stomach. I took advantage of the moment and started looking at her body. Her navy blue pants were tight on her big butt. Her heels had long since slipped off her feet. Mrs. Elizabeth was barely making contact, holding her drunk head on the edge of the toilet and waiting for the next salvo. So I knelt down behind her and, still holding her hair, pressed my swollen penis against her ass.

"What are you waiting for?" a voice reached me. It was Mrs. Sally, PE teacher, standing in the doorway and watching me, "Maybe we should take care of her?"

After these words she closed the door behind her and came up behind me and started to run her hands over my body.

"Buckle her up, Ralphie," she whispered in my ear, "I want this and so does she."

I let go of Mrs. Elizabeth's hair and unbuttoned her pants. In one movement I dropped them from her ass and pulled back her navy blue thong. I spat on my cock and thrust into her cunt. The teacher moaned unconsciously when I sped up my movements.

"Yes, fuck her," the drunk Mrs. Sally urged me and then stood astride the toilet and crouched just enough not to touch her.

The teacher's calves highlighted sexy muscles and the black heels completed the wonderful image. Mrs. Sally gathered the drunk teacher's hair again and gently pulled her head up, revealing her wonderful, shaved pussy with her other hand.

"Lick it Betty!" she said firmly to the teacher I was buttoning and put the womb to her mouth.

After a moment, the moans of both women could be heard. I decided to continue. I spat on Mrs. Beth's ass and, looking straight into the teacher's eyes, I dug my thumb into her, not stopping to stroke the first hole. Soon after, my penis penetrated the drunk teacher's anus, who was intoxicated and completely susceptible to our actions.

"Now it's my turn," said Mrs. Sally, already licked.

So we laid Mrs. Elizabeth next to the toilet bowl. She was lying there with her pants and panties down to her knees and her shirt torn. Mrs. Sally also had to take care of her bra because it was lower, exposing her large breasts. After dealing with the art teacher, PE teacher and I took care of each other. Mrs. Sally went to the sink, clicking her heels on the bathroom tiles with each step, took off her underwear and sat on the sink, flirtatiously inviting me with her finger. I went up to her and spread her thighs, and then in one move I found myself inside her hot and wet pussy. I pushed her all the way to her balls, and with each movement she hit her back against the mirror. After maybe 10 minutes the teacher pushed me away hard. Disoriented I fell to the ground, but she caught up with me immediately. She knelt between my legs and started sucking me off. She did it really well, she ran her tongue over the most sensitive parts of my member, driving me to ecstasy. After the wonderful blowjob, she stood up and straddled me.

"Do you like it?" she asked firmly.

"Of course."

"Of course, ma'am... You speak to the teacher. I'll teach you discipline right away."

After these words she bent her legs slightly, flexing her muscles again in a sexily way, and as if nothing had happened, she started to pee on me.

"What are you doing?!" I asked surprised and tried to get up but Mrs. Sally just put her heeled foot on my chest and pressed me to the ground.

"Shut up and lick my heels. Oh yeah... Exactly."

When the teacher finished emptying her bladder she said, "We can continue. Just tell me when you're going to shoot. I wouldn't want to be a mommy again, especially with a student."

After these words she impaled herself on my protruding dick. She started jumping and moving gracefully on my penis every now and then bending down and licking my wet body, then her mouth moaning my name.

"Ohhh! Ralphie! Yes, yes my little one! Fuck Sally! Fuck Mrs. Sally!"

"I think I'm coming," I groaned after 5 minutes of wild riding, "I can't hold it in any longer."

The teacher jumped off my dick. "Cum in her ass. I want to see that," she said and pointed to the barely conscious art teacher.

I quickly jumped at Mrs. Beth and lifted her half-dressed legs. The anus had not narrowed so much after the last penetration, so I entered it without a problem. I made a few quick movements and ejaculated one of the biggest ejaculations of my life. After loading the entire load into the drunk teacher's ass, I turned to Mrs. Sally, who was already dressed in her underwear, as it turned out.

"Here," she said, throwing me a towel, "Clean yourself and get dressed, and come back to us, I'm sure the others will want to meet you too. Just...", she approached me and pressed me with the stiletto again (this time against the toilet). "Not a word about my preferences. This stays between us..."

She left. I stood up and dried myself of the urine, sweat and cum from my dick, then I put on my boxers, threw the dirty towel next to the sleeping Mrs. Beth and left, leaving the drunk teacher on the floor, next to the toilet bowl with her shirt torn, her pants and panties down and cum pouring out of her anus. I left the bathroom but instead of going back to the living room where the drunk women were waiting for me, I went to the kitchen to have a drink other than alcohol, and maybe a snack and at least a moment to rest in solitude from today's experiences. It was quite a surprise to me when, instead of an empty kitchen, I saw Mrs. Magdalene leaning against the counter of a large island standing in the middle of the room. She was holding a glass of what I thought was whiskey in her hand and looking out at the street, already plunged into darkness, through a fairly large window above the sink. The sight of her made my penis start to swell again. The skimpy thong revealed massive but firm buttocks, the lace bra hid two small but appetizing breasts, and those high, red heels that made the teacher look taller, thereby flexing the muscles of her long, shapely thighs.

"Are you having fun?" she asked, tearing me out of my blissful state.

"Yes..." I stammered, "I just came for a drink."

"Hold it," the vice principal held the glass out towards me.

I approached slowly and took a sip. I winced, feeling the intense, bitter taste.

"Listen. We're alone here... Maybe we also can have some fun?" she suggested, putting down the glass.

"I don't know..."

"You know," she said and started to run her hand over my cock.

Instinctively, I pulled the teacher closer to me and buried my lips in hers. The teacher stopped massaging my dick and took off her underwear. With a quick movement, she jumped onto the island counter and spread her long legs wide. I didn't have to say anything. I started licking her tight pussy, every now and then inserting my fingers into it. Mrs. Magdalene's increasingly louder moans filled the previously quiet kitchen, and I can bet that the nearby rooms as well.

"Don't stop," the teacher groaned, "Don't stop now! I think I'm going to have an orgasm!"

I sped up the movements of my hand and tongue so that after a moment I could feel the vice principal's juices on my face. I started to drink them all up without stopping fingering her. After 5 minutes, Mrs. Magdalene fell onto the counter panting heavily, so I let her catch her breath by kissing her beautiful, mature body, when we heard voices from behind us.

"Oh, please, please. Look, Alice, they're having fun without us."

"What a selfish couple."

Two teachers were standing in the kitchen: Alice and Joanne, and I think they stood there for a while. They quickly walked up to us and after a while, three teachers were sucking my cock. They changed the order smoothly and didn't forget about the eggs. After 5 minutes, one of the ladies had an idea to diversify the ice cream and brought whipped cream from the fridge, which they greedily ate from my penis and kissed each other.

"That's enough sucking," Mrs. Joanne said and stood up. She pulled down her panties and spread her buttocks with her hands, resting her big breasts on the island counter. "Come in, kid."

I didn't need to be told twice. I quickly aimed my dick at the teacher's cunt and pressed in, entering with my entire length.

"Oh yes! Fuck me!" Mrs. Joanne shouted amidst the moans of the other teachers who had found the cucumber and decided to use it. I fucked my English teacher as best I could. I lifted her slender leg dressed in dark stockings and black heels, then put it on my shoulder and continued fucking her in that position. Suddenly I felt liquid running down my thigh. It was Mrs. Joanne who had an orgasm, which she expressed with a piercing moan and a shot of juices.

"You did great, Ralph," she said and kissed me passionately, but was immediately pushed away by Mrs. Alice, "Now it's my turn. Let me test the boy. Come on, Ralph, jump on the counter. Let's ride."

I lay down on the counter with my cock stretched to its limits. The teacher also quickly climbed onto the island and after a moment she was sitting impaled on my dick. She began to slowly move her hips and after a moment she began to jump. Mrs. Alice moaned and massaged her clit, looking straight into my eyes, but this view was blocked by the vice principal's womb, who demanded cunnilingus. Suddenly I felt a tongue licking my anus. As I guessed, it had to be Mrs. Joanne. Put into a wonderful state by these three women, I didn't think about ejaculation at all, I just wanted to fuck them as much as I could, but the sudden spasms of Mrs. Alice's pussy brought me back to Earth. Her orgasm reminded my dick that it was time to end the intercourse. The teachers quickly jumped off the counter when they found out about my plan and massaged their tits waiting for the load. I stood over them and with the last movements of my hand I shot straight onto their faces and breasts. With the last licks they removed the rest of the cum from my cock and started to lick it off themselves. I looked at the scene for a moment then put on my boxers and went back to the living room where only Mrs. Lydia was sitting.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"Sally had to go, Joanne, Magdalene and Alice are probably still playing in the kitchen and both Beths are in the bathroom."

"Oh," I said and sat down next to her.

"I know you're exhausted, Ralphy, but I have one more request for you."