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Ben And Kathryn Start A Sex Club

Ben And Kathryn Start A Sex Club

by hecamefrompa2
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This is a story that I've been working on now and then, and this will be the first chapter. I'm nearly done with chapter two, so it shouldn't be a big wait. I know people in the past have complained about the women in my stories becoming sluts and fucking others, but hey, that's what turns me on. So if that's not you're thing, no worries. Enjoy!

Mrs. Bishop is my history teacher, my track and cross country coach, and also the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. She's amazing. Smart, beautiful, sexy, and a great runner. She's qualified for the Boston Marathon several times, and run in it 3 times. She's also twice my age and married, but I don't like to dwell on those negative aspects.

She has straight brown hair that falls a few inches past her shoulders. She wears it down at school, but then puts it up in a ponytail for cross country and track practices. She has green eyes that melt my heart, but when she's upset about something will make you tremble. Her nose is small and adorable, her lips full and soft, and she has the cutest freckles on her cheeks that show up in the spring as she starts to tan and last through the summer, slowly fading into fall and winter.

She is 5'2" and weighs about 120 pounds. She has hardly any body fat, but still has nice curvy hips, a great ass, and the sexiest legs I've ever seen. A lifetime of running will do that. Her breasts might be the least attractive thing about her, being only a B cup, but in my opinion, they fit her frame perfectly, and she makes them work for her.

As for me? I'm Ben, and I'm a senior at Richmond High School. I'm 5'8", weigh 145 pounds, have blonde hair, and blue eyes, and I wear glasses. Running, baseball, golf, and cycling keeps me in shape. I'm not ripped or anything, but I have a nice definition, and I do okay with the girls.

I was sitting on my front porch one Sunday afternoon when I saw Mrs. Bishop come running down my street. She was wearing a sports bra and tight compression shorts, and she had her hair up in her signature ponytail. She looked like a goddess as she ran towards me. I jumped out of my chair and went down to the sidewalk to greet her.

"Hi, Mrs. Bishop!"

She jumps, startled by my presence. I didn't realize she was wearing headphones.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't see you had headphones in!" I say as she smiles and takes one of the earbuds out.

"It's okay, Ben. I just wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew." She looks at my house. "This is where you live?"

I smile at her. "Yep. What are you doing over this way? Don't you live on the other side of the river?"

She smiles and looks at me. "That's a good memory. Weren't you a sophomore when I had that team dinner for you guys?"

I smile at the memory. We usually do the team dinners at the houses of kids on the team, but one time the kid had to back out, so Mrs. Bishop volunteered. She and her husband have a beautiful home along the James River. It was a great night.

"Yes, I was. We should have another dinner at your place. Your house is amazing."

"Thank you, Ben, but I don't necessarily like having the students know where I live. That was a one-time-only exception."

I shrug, not thinking much of it. "That's cool. How far are you going today?"

"12 miles. I've already done 7." She answers.

"Want me to join you for the last 5?" I ask.

She hesitates and shifts on her feet. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm your teacher and your coach. If people saw us running together, I don't think it would go over well."

I kick a rock and look at her. "I guess. But, you are my coach. If someone did us, we just say you're helping me train for a race. Coaches do that." I give her a little smile. "Come on."

She bites her lower lip and it makes my heart skip a beat. "You can join me back to the bridge, but not across it. I don't want my husband to see us. He's the jealous type and I don't want to have to explain why I'm running with you when I didn't tell him in the first place."

"Just tell him we ran into one another. No biggie." I say.

"Ben." I can tell from her tone she doesn't want to argue about it.

I hold my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, just to the bridge."

She smiles. "Thank you. Now go change so I'm not waiting out here forever."

I change as fast as I ever have before and run outside. "Ready!"

She shakes her head and smiles. "Alright, let's go."

She then takes off down the sidewalk and I follow after her. Mrs. Bishop has run plenty of workouts with the team, and she has no issues keeping up with us except for the hardest of workouts, and that's only cause she can't run as fast as us. We fall into an easy rhythm, running side by side. It was a warm day so I pulled my shirt off after a mile or so. Mrs. Bishop looks over at me.

"Put your shirt back on."

I give her a quizzical look. "Why, you're only wearing a sports bra. What's the difference? Plus, we run without shirts on all the time at practice."

She sighs but doesn't say anything else and we quickly fall back into stride side by side. I know I shouldn't be paying any attention to it, but I can't help but watch as her breasts bounce with every stride. They aren't big, but they are sexy to me. As is the rest of her body. Her toned abs, strong legs, and firm ass. Running with her one-on-one really gives me a chance to look at her, and I love what I see.

"Quit staring at me, Ben." She says with a coy smile on her face.

"What?" I mutter. "I wasn't." She gives me a look and I decide not to argue. "Sorry."

"It's okay. You're 18, it's natural, but I'm still your teacher and coach." She responds.

I smile to myself but don't say anything. She didn't make a big deal about it, and that makes me feel safe with her.

"Do you have any races coming up?" I ask as the pavement passes beneath our feet.

"I do actually. A trail race even." She gives me a playful smile. Mrs. Bishop has always swore that she would never do a trail race.

"What? Which one?" I ask excitedly. Me and the rest of the team have been trying to get her to try one for nearly a year.

"It's at Lake Anna at the end of the month."

"Oh yeah. I heard about that race. I've never done it, but it's supposed to be a good one. Which distance are you doing?"

"The 25K. I want to start small for my first one." She winks at me. "In case I hate it."

I laugh and shake my head. "You're not going to hate it!" We run a little further. "Are you running with anyone?"

She looks over at me. "Nope. Just me."

"I'll do it with you if you want?" I offer, excited at the fact of going away to a race with her. "We can train on Sundays!" I add.

"Oh, I don't know." She hesitates, and I can see the thoughts going through her head.

"Come on, Mrs. Bishop! Please? That way, we can run together on Sundays, and if anyone sees us, we have a legit excuse to be seen together." I look at her with pleading eyes.

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She doesn't answer right away then speaks up. "It would be nice to have someone to train with, as well as race day, having someone who has done it before."

"Experience is important. Don't want to lose your cherry all alone." I know I shouldn't have added the sexual undertone, and I wonder if it will make her mad, but she doesn't say anything about it.

"Okay." She finally says. "But Ben, no one can know okay?"

"Scouts honor," I say as hold up my three fingers and smile.

She smiles and shakes her head. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."

"Hey," I counter, "maybe you'll find that you enjoy spending time with me alone."

She gives me a doubtful look but then smiles. "Maybe."

We reach the bridge and we stop. She puts her hands on her hips and looks at me. "Please don't tell anyone about this, okay? No one on the team, or at school."

"I won't, Mrs. Bishop, I promise."

She smiles and turns to run back to her house. "Oh, Ben?"

"Yes?"

"When we are running alone like this, you can call me Kathryn."

I smile at her, my heart skipping a little bit. "Okay, Kathryn. Thank you."

She winks at me and then runs off, but quickly calls over her shoulder. "Get that homework done tonight!"

I laugh and watch her go. This was a special moment, and I feel a lot closer to Mrs. Bishop now. I can't wait till next Sunday when we get to run again.

The following morning I got to school a little bit early. Mrs. Bishop is my first class of the day and I thought I would get there a little early and chat with her.

I walked in and she was putting some papers up on the bulletin board. She's wearing a dark gray pencil skirt that hugs her ass as she stretches up on her toes to insert the thumbtacks. She's wearing a sleeveless top that buttons down the front and has a pretty floral design on it. Her yellow heels match the flowers on her top. She looks radiant, and I feel my heart rate increase as well as feel my cock twitch.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bishop. You look really pretty this morning."

I see her blush and she brushes a hair behind her ear. It's subtle but catches my attention.

"Thank you. Good morning, Ben. How are you doing?" Her green eyes seem to sparkle as she looks at me. Like she's happy that I came in early to see her.

"I'm great. I even did my homework." I hold up my paper and then hand it to her. "I hope you give me an A."

She just smiles and sets it on her desk. "You have nothing but A's in here. I think you're going to be okay."

"Hey, you never know, maybe I did a poor job 'cause I was thinking about you last night." My eyes sparkle and I realize that I'm flirting with her.

"Ben!" she admonishes me with a whisper and then looks toward the door. "What if someone heard you say that?"

I just shrug. "No one did, so it's all good." I then smile at her. "Did you think about me at all?" I know it's a dangerous question to ask, but I can't help myself.

Just then three girls walk in giggling as one puts her phone away. They all smile and say hi to Mrs. Bishop, then go to their seats and continue whatever they are talking about.

Mrs. Bishop looks at me and in her teacher's voice says, "Thank you for turning in your paper, Ben. Have a seat."

I lean forward and whisper, "You didn't answer me."

She glances towards the girls and then hurriedly says. "Yes. Now go sit down."

I smile as wide as the river outside the city and go to my seat. She was thinking about me? I watch as she shuffles her papers and fiddles with some things on her desk. I can see that she's embarrassed, or at least self-conscious about confessing her thoughts to me, but to me, it's a major milestone for us. It's like we crossed some sort of imaginary line.

As the rest of the class settles into their seats, Mrs. Bishop glances at me and I see a faint smile cross her lips before she goes into the lesson for the day.

I didn't take my eyes off of her for the entire class and when it was over I lingered near my desk and waited for everyone to leave. I then smiled at Mrs. Bishop.

"That was a great class. See you at practice."

She smiles at me. "Yes. See you at practice. Oh, and Ben? If you're going to stare the whole class, at least tell me what your favorite part was."

Oh wow. She's flirting with me. I swallow and answer. "If I'm honest, I love your ass in that skirt."

She blushes and smiles. "Good. I'll remember that."

She didn't get mad at my response. I can't believe it. I smile at her, and we lock eyes. "I hope you do. You look amazing."

She smiles again and nods towards the door. "Thank you. You need to get to class, so go."

I look at the clock above the door. "Shit! See you at practice!" I then dash off to my next class as the next class files into her room.

I spend the rest of my day replaying our conversation in my head. Does she like me? Or is she just being nice? I saw her eyes. I could see that my compliments made her feel good. She also didn't get upset when I said I like her ass. My crush on Mrs. Bishop is getting stronger. I spend the rest of the day wondering what she has on under her clothes. I bet she wears expensive lingerie. She seems like the type of woman who would have expensive tastes. Does she wear thongs? Is she shaved? My mind races as I think about it.

Practice was pretty normal. We were doing track repeats so Mrs. Bishop didn't run with us, but what I did notice was that she didn't change. She kept her heels and skirt on. She's done it before, but I still couldn't help but wonder if she did it for me.

Practice went fast, and I couldn't get enough of watching Mrs. Bishop's legs and ass. The way her muscles flexed with every step. It left me breathless and wanting.

After practice, as I was leaving to walk home, I saw Mrs. Bishop leaning against her SUV. She smiles as she watches me approach her.

"Hey, Mrs. Bishop. Waiting for me?" I say in a teasing manner.

"I am actually. I thought we could talk about our training for the trail race?"

"Okay. What about it?"

She looks around the mostly empty lot. "Let's go to the park. I can give you a ride home then?"

"Yeah. That would be great." We climb into her SUV and I watch as her skirt rides up, revealing her gorgeous legs. I can feel my excitement growing. I'm alone in her car. I never would have dreamed this would happen.

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"Your legs look amazing when your skirt rides up like that," I say as she starts the car.

She looks over at me and smiles. "Behave yourself."

"You're the one who invited me to go to the park with you."

She drives out of the lot and down the street. "Yes, and I'm not sure it was the best idea, but there's just something about you that draws me in."

I smile. "I feel the same way, Mrs. Bishop. I've been thinking about you all day."

"Please, call me Kathryn when we are alone, okay, Ben?" She shifts her legs as she applies the brake, and the movement of her legs makes my cock jump. "What were you thinking about?" She asks, looking over at me, her eyes bright.

I hesitate for a second, suddenly nervous, "Mostly I was wondering what you have on under your clothes. What does your underwear look like?"

She smiles and shifts in her seat, turning more towards me. The movement gives me an even more tantalizing view of her upper thighs. I can feel my cock getting harder.

"I'm not sure that's an appropriate conversation for us to be having." She smirks at me, and I can see she's enjoying the flirting.

I slide my hand across the console and run my fingers along her thigh. "Maybe not, but if nobody knows about it, then it's okay."

She doesn't move from my touch as she studies me with her eyes. "I'm a married woman, Ben, and twice your age. We shouldn't be doing this."

I slide my hand a little higher and I see her take a breath, but she doesn't move my hand away.

"I don't care that you're married. I've wanted you for so long." I move my hand higher and she opens her legs slightly.

"Ben." She takes in a breath. "What if we get caught? I'll lose my job."

"Nobody will know. I promise." I slide my hand further and her legs open a little wider, but she's confined by the way she's sitting. I run my finger along the smooth satin of her panties. I can feel her heat through the material.

She sucks in a breath. "This is wrong."

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask as I press on her clit.

She moans as she takes my face in my hands and kisses me. "Make me cum." She whispers and then kisses me hard on the mouth, her tongue darting into my mouth, searching for mine.

I kiss her back as my fingers slip inside her panties. I can feel her wetness as she tilts her hips, trying to give me better access. I get a finger inside her and she moans again, grinding herself on my hand. My finger probes deeper as my palm rubs against her clit. I want to use my thumb, but the position and her skirt have my hand stuck where it is.

"Don't move." She breathes out and kisses me again as she increases the pace of her pussy on my hand.

I push my finger as deep into her as I can as she grinds on me. I'm able to get a second finger in and she starts moving faster. I can feel her juices on my palm as her arousal grows.

She breaks the kiss for a moment. "Curl your fingers." She moans.

I do as she says and she increases the speed of her hips even more as I press on her g spot. "Oh god!" She cries out and then slams herself down on my hand as she cums. It's not earth-shattering, but given the awkward position, it's still hot as hell. I watch as she screws her eyes shut and pushes her head back against the seat. With a final squeeze of her walls, she relaxes and lets out a low moan. She opens her eyes and looks at me.

"Jesus, B."

I smile at the nickname. "You're so wet," I say as I look at her. "You're so fucking hot, Kathryn."

She lifts off my hand fixes her panties and then her skirt and sits back down. She suddenly seems less confident in herself. She smiles at me.

"I love that you think that, B." She looks at me. "Is it okay if I call you B?"

I let my fingers run lightly along her leg, enjoying the warmth of her skin. "Of course. I really like it, actually."

She smiles. "Good." She then looks at her watch. "I'm sorry. I need to get home before he starts calling me, wanting to know where I am."

"Just tell him you had to meet with a student." I reach over and start to unbutton her top but she reaches for my hand and moves it away.

"I can't. I need to get home. I'm sorry."

I lean back in my seat, my cock still hard as a rock. "Can I see you tomorrow?" I ask as I adjust myself.

She watches me adjust my cock and she smiles. "Yes. I should be able to do that." She pauses. "Can I see it? Your dick?" She blushes at the word.

I smile at her. "If I show it to you, will you make me cum?"

She looks at me and smirks. "I guess that would only be fair."

I undo my pants and pull my cock out. Now, I'm not huge by any means, but I don't think it's bad. I'm about 7 inches and kind of thick with a nice head. I look over at Kathryn. "Do you like it?"

She repositions herself so she's kneeling on her seat. She reaches out and starts to stroke me, her thumb massaging the head of my cock.

"It's a very nice cock. Damnit, B, I've been trying to resist you for so long." She looks into my eyes. "You know how wrong this is, right?"

I close my eyes as she speaks. Her hand feels so good on my cock. "I don't care if it's wrong. Don't stop. Oh fuck."

She lowers her head and wraps her lips around the tip. She swirls her tongue around the head and then flicks the opening of my urethra as I groan. She slides her hand up and down my shaft, getting it nice and wet. I slide my hand down her back to her ass and hold her cheek. Her skirt is too tight for me to pull up, so I rub her through the skirt.

She slides her mouth down my shaft and deep throats me without any problem. She's the first girl to take me all at once like that and I thrust my hips up and hold her head with my hand. She definitely knows what she's doing. She slips her hand down and starts to massage my balls as she allows me to dictate the pace.

I hold her head with both hands and use her mouth to fuck me. It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life.

"Oh god, Kathryn." I moan as I push my head back against the seat and thrust my hips up. "I'm going to cum!" I warn. She doesn't stop though and in seconds I'm pumping load after load down her throat. She swallows it all and then licks me clean before looking up at me.

"You came a lot!" She then kisses me and I can taste myself on her lips. She smiles at me. "You let me kiss you after. That's a good thing."

I kiss her again. "I'll do anything you want."

She sighs and looks into my eyes. "This is so dangerous, B. We have to be careful."

"I will keep it secret, I promise, Kathryn."

She adjusts her position and starts the car. "I'm trusting you."

"I won't let you down," I say as she drives me to my house. When we pull up I kiss her quickly and smile at her. "See you tomorrow morning."

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